GateCrashers
Part 8 Of The Thundersdawn Series
By Chaoseternus
Nervously, the SG teams clustered around the edges of the ramp up to the gate, checking guns and equipment. In amongst the soldiers, an unusual number of heavy weapons teams clustered, going over their missile launchers, mortars and Gattling cannons, cursing the hot heavy Flak Jackets they had been ordered to wear, with their hefty metallic trauma plates.
They were expecting heavy resistance; they had to be ready for it. But they wouldn't be going first, an unknown team Hammond had scrounged up would be going first, and they didn't like that. They were the experienced Gate personal, shouldn't they go first? They after all, knew what they were doing.
A heavy clomping sound hit their ears, and they looked up startled as what to them was the sound of Jaffa approaching came down the corridor towards the gate. The blast-door rose, and an extraordinary sight was revealed to the StarGate teams as a massive armoured figure ducked his way through into the gateroom, taking a position at the front of the ramp.
It was huge, dwarfing the StarGate teams to his side, from the back, wisps of steam and exhaust rose from a series of small armoured vents, the entire operator, from head to toes was enclosed in five inch thick armour plating, painted a light blue. On top, resting on the bulky armour was a pair of modified rocket pods, lying just above the bear-like armoured headpiece, sweeping down to the shoulder pads, the right baring the symbol of the SGC, the left, the unit designation patch. In his right hand was held what appeared to be a target designator for the rockets, in his left, a bulky oversized gun, looking like two P-90's welded side by side and hooked up to just the one trigger.
Behind him, came four more of these behemoths. One was armed with a gattling cannon and a sword, the others each held twin P-90's in their armoured oversized hands, and a sword or axe. The StarGate teams vowed silently to stay behind these armoured battleships of the land; they didn't want to get trod on.
Behind these titans came another group, ten armoured figures in smaller versions of the Terminators armour, seven cradled P-90's in their hands, one a missile launcher, a batch of missiles attached to the steaming pipes of the power pack attached to the rear of his armour, another, obviously a loader cradled more missiles, a pistol in a holster his only weapon. The tenth and final team member cradled a flamethrower.
"Alright" the electronically amplified voice of General Guilliman blared from the Terminator at the front of the gate, "Here's the drill, GCT1, that is the Terminator suited Marines will enter the gate first, use our superior armour to draw fire and set up a firing line just in front of the DHD. Our priority will be dealing with the Gun Turrets. GCP1, that is Power Armoured Squad One will cover flank left, GCP2, Flank right. SG teams will follow behind use, use our heavy armour as cover and assist in seizing the foothold, understood?"
The SG teams nodded their understanding, as the gate rumbled, the chevrons slowly locking into place. Then, the Terminators strode forward, stepping unhesitatingly into the event horizon. The assault had begun.