GateCrashers
Part 8 Of The Thundersdawn Series
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 7: Into the Storm
Guilliman stepped swiftly away from the Gate, shrugging off the shocked desultory fire from the Jaffa defenders as another Terminator appeared on the status display of his Helmets HUD, having arrived through the gate behind him. He swivelled to one side as he came to a stop in front of the DHD, raising his right hand to point at a gun tower to his right.
A tone sounded in his ear, weapons lock. He squeezed his right hand softly and the gun tower vanished in a blazing ball of fire, scattering debris across the clearing.
The Jaffa woke up, volleys of staff weapon fire now cratering the Terminator armour. Guilliman grimaced as a shot hit his helmet, momentarily disrupting the helmet HUD and setting a ringing in his ears. Swearing softly, he shifted his aim to another Gun tower, and squeezed. Another one gone.
To his side, the other Terminators fired; the Gattling Cannon and the three twin P-90's cutting a deadly line amongst the Jaffa . Guilliman smiled as the Icons of the Power armoured marines started to appear on his HUD, then a harsh tone sounded and he cursed as the display shifted to the small radar unit nestled between the two rocket pods.
Udajeets . And not just one or two of them, but at least two squadrons. With a growl, Guilliman fired a rocket at the last gun tower, then moved, ducking behind Terminator Marine Rogal Dorn where his heavy armour would protect Guilliman's vulnerable rear. Calling Terminator Marine Sanguinius and his Gattling cannon to him, Guilliman prepared to deal death amongst the approaching fighters.
RSG-1 was the first StarGate team to arrive through the gate, arriving in a pelting rain of debris as an Udajeet was destroyed right above the gate. Ducking and cursing, the five members of the team dived to their assigned location, behind the gate, to defend against an attack from the rear.
Almost instantly, they came under heavy fire from a group of thirty Jaffa trying to sneak up the Tau'ri forces rear.
"Thirty hostiles attacking from the rear!" Major Tobias screamed into her radio as she raised her P-90, firing from her hip as she sheltered in the cover of the gate.
A gush of flame spat out from the other side of the gate, and she ducked back, looking across the event horizon to see the power armoured marine with the flamethrower walking swiftly towards the Jaffa, his weapon spitting fiery death.
Grinning, she dived forward, her P-90 clattering its song of death at the approaching Jaffa . She heard a soft pop and dived, lying flat on the ground with the rest of her time, their weapons firing constantly. Jaffa bodies swiftly flew threw the air as the mortar landed, perfectly aimed.
Tobias grined predatorily, the Jaffa were retreating. For the moment, the Gate was theirs.
Guilliman grunted satisfactorily as the diagnostics on his reloaded rockets all checked green. He was reloaded and ready for combat again, the slowest reloaded of all the Gatecrashers because of the special care his rockets needed.
At least none of the Goa'uld warships in orbit had figured anything odd was up, an orbital bombardment they could not survive. But the ships topside were running silent, no active sensors and no engines, just relying on passive sensors to tell them that ships had arrived. And passive sensors like the Goa'uld (rarely) used could not pick up ground activity, not that they felt any need too. After all, they had had 100 Jaffa guarding the Stargate, who could breach that many defences? Certainly not the Tau'ri, who didn't use armour or shields.
Guilliman smiled as a low purring sound reached his ears, the distinctive unwarlike sound of a Royal Army Scimitar Reconnaissance Tank as it passed through the event horizon of the StarGate. Well, the Tau'ri had armour, and they were willing to use it.
Despite Ferreti's commentary on the subject, "What?? You can fit tanks through the Gate? Where was that idea whenever I was screaming for backup?"
Guilliman found it hard to disagree with that thought. The Jaffa were certainly going to live in, as the Chinese would put it, interesting times.