AN: I really like Davis. Both of them in general, but the Sergeant in particular. And he was so much fun in 2010, I just had to really use him in this. Plus, I had a few great conversation ideas. . .
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Thursday's Infiltration
1200, Cheyenne Mountain Base
Walter Davis was having a bad week. The curators had been ignoring his corrections of their displays, every time he heard a step behind him he thought it was the Aschen coming to drag him away as a terrorist collaborator, and now someone had misplaced the replica of Dr. Jackson's medical field kit. Again. After searching in vain all morning, Davis finally remembered that the Commissary was now a store room, and went to look there.
The door to the Commissary – no, storage room six – was ajar, and Davis couldn't quite help rolling his eyes. When he had first come to Cheyenne Mountain Base what felt like a lifetime ago, the whole complex had been sealed up as 'Titus Andronicus', to steal a phrase from his mother. Sometimes, the lax security made him nervous, but then he remembered the they no longer had to worry about planetary security. Of course, today, planetary security made Davis nervous anyway, because of those damn zats, and he wondered what in the world had possessed Jack O'Neill. Davis pushed the door the rest of the open, stepped into the ill-lit room---
--- And immediately felt the pressure of a service pistol against his temple.
"Davis?" The voice was familiar, something to do with pointed objects. He recognized the short woman who stepped out from behind the shelving unit immediately. "Walter, it's Janet Fraiser. We need to talk."
God, he hated Thursdays.
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All things considered, Davis took it very well. He had gaped and spluttered for a while, but that had been expected. It made him feel a great deal better to know that O'Neill's actions had been for the good of Earth, and that if the Aschen came to take him away, he would go knowing he had done the right thing.
At the conclusion of Janet's explanation, Major Griff and the rest of his reunited team came back carrying several cases.
"How did it go, Major?" Janet asked.
"Nothing simpler," Griff said shortly, using his hands to direct his 2IC as to where to put their acquisitions. "We stuck to the unused corridors and no one saw us. Security's really slipped around here."
"All right then," Janet spoke with a crisp authority. One could almost believe that she knew what she was doing. "We have the basis of our arsenal. Do we plan a strike or try and find a computer core we can use to program the broadcast?"
"I think we should deal with the PR as soon as possible," said Selmak.
"Yes, but we're going to have to attack wherever we go," pointed out Griff.
"N-not necessarily," Davis spoke up. All heads snapped to him. "There's a core here. It's guarded, but you could get to it."
"That still leaves us without a programmer," Janet said. "We'll need to override the Aschen database."
"I can do it," Davis said confidently.
"What?" Janet was obviously caught off guard. Even the impassive Griff raised his eyebrows.
"I have a PhD in computer programming. If you can get me in, I can do it."
"You encoded chevrons!" Abernathy burst out.
"Do you have any idea what's involved in that? It's not like pushing buttons on a DHD," Davis said. "Besides, I looked over Major Carter's shoulder through a fair few disasters. I know a few tricks."
"Janet, Rodney, are you two ready?" Jacob asked.
"The visuals are all here," said McKay, holding up a disk. "The actual talking will have to be recorded while we broadcast. Janet has a copy of what to read."
"And I've got the back-up of both," Griff said. "My team will go in first and you'll follow when the core is secure."
"And then you'll leave?"
"Doctor – "
"Eight people is too many," Janet went on unequivocally. "Jacob can watch our backs. And if something goes wrong, you can release the back-up when you get the chance."
"Yes ma'am!" Griff nodded, and he and his team filed out.
"See," said Jacob. "It gets easier every time you do it."
"Let's get this over with," Janet said, passing a zat to Davis and a pistol to McKay.
The attack went swiftly and without a hitch. SG-3 might have been out of practice, but they were far from rusty. Within moments, the Aschen had been taken out. Davis got to the alarm and deactivated it and the cameras before they had a chance to record anything. That done, he moved to the main control, with McKay sitting beside him pitching in where he could.
"Major, head for the surface," Janet said. "I'm assuming this will be all over the news either way, but of what the media says. We will meet you tomorrow outside the Embassy in Washington at 1100. Questions?"
"No ma'am, and good luck."
"Thank you, Major. Now get moving."
As Major Griff and the rest of SG-3 left, Jacob took up watch at the door and Janet went to McKay and Davis at the console.
"I'm setting up a program that will relay the broadcast over every frequency, and then put it on a loop," Davis reported.
"Won't they just shut you down?" Janet asked.
"Oh, they'll try. They'll have to break the pass phrase to shut it off," Davis said, his fingers flying over the controls. "They'll get it, of course, but it should play through a couple of times before they shut us down."
"What's the phrase?" McKay asked.
"'Remember the Alamo!'. It's case specific and they have to include the exclamation point."
"Nice. Very optimistic."
"Thursdays bring out the worst in me," Davis admitted. "But it makes me think of the General too."
"Hey, I'm just grateful you didn't pick Thermopylae," Jacob said over his shoulder from the door way.
"I don't spell well under pressure."
Janet laughed. Davis finished typing, and began prepping the recorded.
"Doctor Fraiser, if you would come over here," Janet stepped to the place Davis indicated. "You're live in five, four, three, two. . ."
Janet realized in a panic that while the scientific aspects of what she was about to say were scripted out, she had no idea how she was going to make it inspiring and, well, make it human.
"One!" And she knew.
"Four people died yesterday," she began with out any preamble. "They were good friends of mine, and they died trying to save us from an enemy we don't even see. The Goa'uld were an enemy we could see. They came in ships and fired weapons and gloated at their ability to wipe us from the face of this planet.
"But we were saved." Jacob let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. She was going to do it. "We were saved by a race who have made us strangers in our own home. By a race who have rendered nine tenths of our population infertile. By a race who plan to turn Jupiter into a star and fry us off the very planet we fought so hard to protect."
The screen split. As Janet continued speaking on the left, the right side of the screen filled with the charts and pictures she and McKay had created to explain the science. The information was perfectly distilled, and Janet never faltered as she read off each damning detail.
"I took an oath once," Janet said as the screen went back to normal. "I swore to do no harm. And I am going to break that promise. Because I have also sworn to protect my country. Because I was part of an organization bound to protecting this world. Because on Monday, when a friend asked me to play my part in this, I told him yes.
"Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c and Daniel Jackson have already died for us." Janet's voice was charged with emotion, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears and something else Jacob recognized as pure determination. "I am Janet Fraiser, and I refuse to let their sacrifices go to waste. I will fight for this planet. I will fight the Aschen."
In awe, Davis hit the final few keys that sent the broadcast into loop and turned off the recorder. Janet didn't move. McKay wasn't entirely sure she was breathing.
"Very well done, Doctor Fraiser," said Selmak, calm as always. "And now we must make our retreat. They will soon trace us here."
With Jacob in the lead, McKay assisting Janet and Davis covering the rear, the rebels made their way to the vents, to the surface, and to the fight.
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AN: Excuse me, I think I have something in my eye. . .
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Thursday's Infiltration
1200, Cheyenne Mountain Base
Walter Davis was having a bad week. The curators had been ignoring his corrections of their displays, every time he heard a step behind him he thought it was the Aschen coming to drag him away as a terrorist collaborator, and now someone had misplaced the replica of Dr. Jackson's medical field kit. Again. After searching in vain all morning, Davis finally remembered that the Commissary was now a store room, and went to look there.
The door to the Commissary – no, storage room six – was ajar, and Davis couldn't quite help rolling his eyes. When he had first come to Cheyenne Mountain Base what felt like a lifetime ago, the whole complex had been sealed up as 'Titus Andronicus', to steal a phrase from his mother. Sometimes, the lax security made him nervous, but then he remembered the they no longer had to worry about planetary security. Of course, today, planetary security made Davis nervous anyway, because of those damn zats, and he wondered what in the world had possessed Jack O'Neill. Davis pushed the door the rest of the open, stepped into the ill-lit room---
--- And immediately felt the pressure of a service pistol against his temple.
"Davis?" The voice was familiar, something to do with pointed objects. He recognized the short woman who stepped out from behind the shelving unit immediately. "Walter, it's Janet Fraiser. We need to talk."
God, he hated Thursdays.
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All things considered, Davis took it very well. He had gaped and spluttered for a while, but that had been expected. It made him feel a great deal better to know that O'Neill's actions had been for the good of Earth, and that if the Aschen came to take him away, he would go knowing he had done the right thing.
At the conclusion of Janet's explanation, Major Griff and the rest of his reunited team came back carrying several cases.
"How did it go, Major?" Janet asked.
"Nothing simpler," Griff said shortly, using his hands to direct his 2IC as to where to put their acquisitions. "We stuck to the unused corridors and no one saw us. Security's really slipped around here."
"All right then," Janet spoke with a crisp authority. One could almost believe that she knew what she was doing. "We have the basis of our arsenal. Do we plan a strike or try and find a computer core we can use to program the broadcast?"
"I think we should deal with the PR as soon as possible," said Selmak.
"Yes, but we're going to have to attack wherever we go," pointed out Griff.
"N-not necessarily," Davis spoke up. All heads snapped to him. "There's a core here. It's guarded, but you could get to it."
"That still leaves us without a programmer," Janet said. "We'll need to override the Aschen database."
"I can do it," Davis said confidently.
"What?" Janet was obviously caught off guard. Even the impassive Griff raised his eyebrows.
"I have a PhD in computer programming. If you can get me in, I can do it."
"You encoded chevrons!" Abernathy burst out.
"Do you have any idea what's involved in that? It's not like pushing buttons on a DHD," Davis said. "Besides, I looked over Major Carter's shoulder through a fair few disasters. I know a few tricks."
"Janet, Rodney, are you two ready?" Jacob asked.
"The visuals are all here," said McKay, holding up a disk. "The actual talking will have to be recorded while we broadcast. Janet has a copy of what to read."
"And I've got the back-up of both," Griff said. "My team will go in first and you'll follow when the core is secure."
"And then you'll leave?"
"Doctor – "
"Eight people is too many," Janet went on unequivocally. "Jacob can watch our backs. And if something goes wrong, you can release the back-up when you get the chance."
"Yes ma'am!" Griff nodded, and he and his team filed out.
"See," said Jacob. "It gets easier every time you do it."
"Let's get this over with," Janet said, passing a zat to Davis and a pistol to McKay.
The attack went swiftly and without a hitch. SG-3 might have been out of practice, but they were far from rusty. Within moments, the Aschen had been taken out. Davis got to the alarm and deactivated it and the cameras before they had a chance to record anything. That done, he moved to the main control, with McKay sitting beside him pitching in where he could.
"Major, head for the surface," Janet said. "I'm assuming this will be all over the news either way, but of what the media says. We will meet you tomorrow outside the Embassy in Washington at 1100. Questions?"
"No ma'am, and good luck."
"Thank you, Major. Now get moving."
As Major Griff and the rest of SG-3 left, Jacob took up watch at the door and Janet went to McKay and Davis at the console.
"I'm setting up a program that will relay the broadcast over every frequency, and then put it on a loop," Davis reported.
"Won't they just shut you down?" Janet asked.
"Oh, they'll try. They'll have to break the pass phrase to shut it off," Davis said, his fingers flying over the controls. "They'll get it, of course, but it should play through a couple of times before they shut us down."
"What's the phrase?" McKay asked.
"'Remember the Alamo!'. It's case specific and they have to include the exclamation point."
"Nice. Very optimistic."
"Thursdays bring out the worst in me," Davis admitted. "But it makes me think of the General too."
"Hey, I'm just grateful you didn't pick Thermopylae," Jacob said over his shoulder from the door way.
"I don't spell well under pressure."
Janet laughed. Davis finished typing, and began prepping the recorded.
"Doctor Fraiser, if you would come over here," Janet stepped to the place Davis indicated. "You're live in five, four, three, two. . ."
Janet realized in a panic that while the scientific aspects of what she was about to say were scripted out, she had no idea how she was going to make it inspiring and, well, make it human.
"One!" And she knew.
"Four people died yesterday," she began with out any preamble. "They were good friends of mine, and they died trying to save us from an enemy we don't even see. The Goa'uld were an enemy we could see. They came in ships and fired weapons and gloated at their ability to wipe us from the face of this planet.
"But we were saved." Jacob let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. She was going to do it. "We were saved by a race who have made us strangers in our own home. By a race who have rendered nine tenths of our population infertile. By a race who plan to turn Jupiter into a star and fry us off the very planet we fought so hard to protect."
The screen split. As Janet continued speaking on the left, the right side of the screen filled with the charts and pictures she and McKay had created to explain the science. The information was perfectly distilled, and Janet never faltered as she read off each damning detail.
"I took an oath once," Janet said as the screen went back to normal. "I swore to do no harm. And I am going to break that promise. Because I have also sworn to protect my country. Because I was part of an organization bound to protecting this world. Because on Monday, when a friend asked me to play my part in this, I told him yes.
"Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c and Daniel Jackson have already died for us." Janet's voice was charged with emotion, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears and something else Jacob recognized as pure determination. "I am Janet Fraiser, and I refuse to let their sacrifices go to waste. I will fight for this planet. I will fight the Aschen."
In awe, Davis hit the final few keys that sent the broadcast into loop and turned off the recorder. Janet didn't move. McKay wasn't entirely sure she was breathing.
"Very well done, Doctor Fraiser," said Selmak, calm as always. "And now we must make our retreat. They will soon trace us here."
With Jacob in the lead, McKay assisting Janet and Davis covering the rear, the rebels made their way to the vents, to the surface, and to the fight.
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AN: Excuse me, I think I have something in my eye. . .