Thundersdawn PT5: Chocky's Thunder
by Chaos_eternus
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Chapter 2: Premonitions
3 Weeks Later
Thompson was worried and on-edge, there was a storm coming. He could feel it, and he didn't mean a storm with thunder, lightning clouds and rain. He meant the storm of battle, of a major engagement. Judging by the message traffic from Alpha and the SGC and certain veiled references; Hammond and O'Neill were feeling it too. Not to mention most of his senior officers were on edge, barking at the slightest excuse. Ever they were reacting to him, or they felt it too. Either way it wasn't good for morale.
Thompson sighed, the launch of RSS Indefatigable, RSS Indomitable the second and third Dauntless class ships to be completed, and the USS Independence, the first Prometheus class ship to be constructed for the SGC by Thundersdawn was imminent, he hoped it would improve morale to see so many ships added to the lists. Nothing else seemed to be helping, anyway.
Well, apart from the little incident of the Williams twins getting him utterly plastered. That had greatly improved his standing amongst his people, he was told he had challenged an SAS Master Sergeant to a fight, and had won. He certainly didn't remember that, but it would explain the respect he was suddenly getting from the army units on the base and the bruises. Of course, the amounts he was paying for the videotapes and various people's silence also helped. It had, he had to admit, cleared his head over the brooding he had been doing, wondering what he could have done different that would have saved some of his people. He had been thinking too much of events he couldn't change, and not looking to the future. That at least he was over now.
He frowned, but it still didn't shake the dread loose. He still had this feeling of a brewing storm. He knew to trust that feeling, it had warned him of the Falklands and of Iraq, but it was so damned nebulous.
He looked up as a knock sounded at his door, "Come in!"
"Sir" Lieutenant Joan Williams said, for once without her ever-present twin, Sarah, "Albertine has requested to speak with you, she says it's extremely urgent, she's pushing the panic button."
The feeling of trouble coming solidified, this was it, he knew.
"Send a jet, get her here Fast! If needs be, take a Paladin and get her yourself, but get her here, understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" Joan flicked the Admiral a salute and ran from the room.