Thanks to Joeb for the review, and while I don't know about Jutland, and did deliberately chose to do a fast manoeuvrable ship, which could potentially evade incoming fire.
Chapter 10: Alert!
A full 14 hours after the L3 satellite first received the Microburst transmission from the USS Eisenhower; it found a relay to Earth, the L5 satellite having finally come online. The satellite didn't know the chaos its message would cause, the kicked-anthill effect of its electrifying words, and it didn't care. What passed for the satellites brain was concentrating on its passive sensors, and the extremely faint signals they were receiving.
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O'Neill shot to his feet with a start as the blaring sirens of a full alert echoed through the base,
"Colonel O'Neill to the Control Room!"
He rubbed the sleep sand from his eyes, and threw his uniform on, quickly rushing to the control room, with General Hammond in Washington for a round of meetings he was in charge of the base, natural, he thought, something would choose now to happen.
His clattering feet on the stairs alerted the duty airman just as he was about to issue another call for the colonel, he quickly turned to the colonel, tensely he said;
"Sir, we just received a Critique flash from USS Eisenhower, Sir"
"Peachy, they mention anything about why they missed so many check-ins?"
"I think they covered that sir, Eisenhower reported by microburst transmission, they are tailing 5 Hatak's heading in our direction, ETA roughly 32 hours Sir"
As soon as O'Neill heard the word microburst transmission, he got very worried, microburst were not normal procedure, basically it meant that whatever information was contained in the message was compressed to the maximum possible so as to be completely transmitted in roughly a microsecond, unfortunately such messages could easily be mistaken for static, and so were avoided, unless you needed information getting out under duress, or whilst remaining stealthy.
By the time the airman had finished, O'Neill was rapidly going through every swear word he knew in his head, this was not going to be pleasant.
"Recall Hammond, and copy this transmission to Admiral Thompson, Critique priority"
O'Niell rushed from the control room, and into General Hammond's office where he grabbed the red phone, the presidential hotline.
"This is Colonel O'Neill at Blue Book, Get me the President!"
"I don't care; tell him we have a Code 1 situation here!"
"Yes sir, we just received word from the USS Eisenhower that 5 Hatak's appear to be heading in our direction, sir"
"NoDuff, Sir"
"Yes, Sir"
(NoDuff: Not Duff, genuine information, generally used to bring exercises to a screeching halt in the event of casualties or a shift to a war footing)
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Thompson was about to drink his tea when the message came in, as the message sank in the cup slowly dropped lower and lower until it hit the table with a dull clink, slopping some of the tea over his paperwork. Thompson didn't notice, even if he had he wouldn't have cared, he was to busy barking orders into his phone.
"Recall Dauntless, Priority One, sound a general alert, prep all Lancer squadrons for imminent combat, and make sure they get full load outs of the enhanced sparrows, signal Thundersdawn, Coalmine and Minehead, we have inbound!"