1: Dawn Of Thunder
Third Edition
Author: chaoseternus

When Earth is threatened, the USA and the UK join forces to protect our world…with help from an old friend.

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Chapter 10
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Thundersdawn

Captain Peters sipped her tea slowly, as she carefully watched the Asgard ship through the small flat screen monitor built into the arm of her station. To say she was worried was to call the Arctic 'slightly chilly'. The impression she had from all the reports on the Asgard she had spent the last 5 hours skimming through was that, when the Asgard come to Earth, trouble either follows, or is waiting for the Asgard on arrival, an impression Carter hadn't tried too hard to refute.

Unfortunately they weren't ready for trouble. Thundersdawn was the only operational station in the Sol system, and her weapons when compared to the Goa'uld's could be classed as laughable. The several test firings they had performed had shown a considerable number of flaws in their pulse laser design. Replacements had been designed, but until the next financial year, there wasn't enough money to build them. Their missiles had nuclear tips, which had proven ineffective against normal Goa'uld shields before, let alone the upgraded shields of Anubis's vessels. The 1-4 and 1-5 series craft were unarmed, and could easily pass muster as 'sitting ducks' to any serious opposition, hell any opposition, the 1-6 series craft had been delayed again, but they at least would have some weaponry when they became available in about 3 months. The Lancer Class Star fighters had also been delayed, they were just waiting on the redesigned pulse lasers. They had actually been ground tested already and apart from the weapons they were finished, ahead of schedule.

Captain Peters tossed her head back and mulled over that thought, ahead of schedule, not something you often hear in government work, she thought with a wry grin.

That left only the Asgard to provide any serious opposition if trouble chose then to come a-knocking, Prometheus didn't even have a reactor at this point, it had been removed ready for replacement. Peters reviewed her stream of thought, and didn't like it, but maybe…

"Kalinda, report to command please!"

Trouble might be coming, or it might not be, but either way she intended to be ready, and she was sure the Royal Naval Academies top graduate, and a telepath whose IQ required a whole new scale could come up with something.

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