By Chaoseternus
Heres a joke for you, two ships, the Enterprise NCC 1701-E and the Dauntless class Indefatigable both investigate an unusual gate, which one ends up in the wrong universe?
22Discontinuity: RSS ThundersdawnPeters watched impassively through the massive windows of her office as wave after wave of craft flitted around the station, Paladins and Shunters moving in droves as they returned from Edonia for more parts, more components and then gathering into massed formations to flit out again under the watchful eye of their Guard ship, this time it was the ha'tak Valiant Heart, captured from Anubis.
Nothing, it seemed was going to plan. They had lost enough ship, the newly commissioned MTB, Iron Duke, her crew at least had been mostly saved, and almost every ship in the fleet had suffered damage of some sort, that was too be expected but the amount of critical damage was… worrying.
Those ships would be at a distinct disadvantage if another attack came and repairs too many of them would have to be carried out in place as soon as Edonia Station came online, far too many of them were unfit to enter hyper.
For the moment, the fleet was trapped at Edonia, unable to return home should an attack occur.
That left the Sol and Alpha systems protected only be the meagre forces of the Planetary Defence Forces, mainly Lancers, MTB's and training squadrons backed up by fixed installations.
And Osiris had crossed over into another universe, a universe that did not know the Goa'uld and from what she remembered of the few episodes she had seen, would be at a severe disadvantage dealing with her.
Peters knew she would have to send a ship across to 'advise' at some point, and that irked her. Not because it was necessary, not because it was to help the feds, she had no issue with them but because it took another ship away from the main front of the war against the Goa'uld, they had so few already!
Of course, they had many hulls available; she had to wryly admit but few enough usable warships. Galactica was under refit and would be for quite some time and plans for her had been changed anyway by the arrival of the Second Colonial Fleet, with the arrival of the Battlestar Atlantis and her escort of five Sentinel Destroyers, the heavy cruiser Carillon and a rebuilt carrier, modified form a civilian vessel.
All new vessels for the Fleet, eventually. Vessels which would need refitting to Tau'ri standards most likely at Tau'ri facilities at Tau'ri expense only to be crewed and controlled by the Colonials.
Dammit, Peters really hoped O'Neill was on the ball with his negotiations; otherwise the Colonials would end up taking them for a real ride. She grunted, and even more Colonials would need training on the new equipment, slowing down their own training progress.
Not that she thought they should have just left the Colonials or anything, oh no, they needed help and that was what they were out there for, to defeat the Goa'uld yes, but to also make friends and help people.
But she did think too much effort was being put into helping the Colonials at the expense of their own programs. And she knew if she was starting to think that…
Well, it explained why latest intelligence suggested NID recruitment was up.
Not to mention splinter group recruitment, Earth First, Manifest Destiny and the other whackos that were forming cells within the Tau'ri forces and governments.
Not to mention, the outright blackmail from a number of Russian Mafia Families who were still smarting at the loss of the Russian StarGate Project and therefore their control over the Russian involvement.
Well, the number of 'accidents' that were being reported amongst those families she preferred not to speculate about.
Still, Peters knew one thing for certain, all was not well on the home front, the level of investigation into Cheyenne Mountain and the other facilities was getting troublesome, too many questions were being asked and too many formerly 'insane' theories were starting to come into the mainstream.
The day of revelation it seemed drew ever closer.
A blip sounded from Peters monitor and she walked across to her heavy wooden desk and the Touch screen LCD mounted within.
Tapping in her clearance, she pulled the message up and smiled. O'Neill had negotiated for Colonial military personnel to join Tau'ri crews on Apprenticeship until their own vessels were up to standard. Good, that solved several problems. First, it gave them an injection of crew who had some experience in space and spacecombat, second it meant fewer Colonials going through the Training Centres, releasing capacity for Tau'ri personnel and it meant the Colonials would be trained and ready before their ships came available again.
She sighed, again turning to her window thoughtfully.
It was a few troubles of her list but still…
At least the new slip, meant for construction of Britannica Class warships was almost complete, soon they would start constructing new ships there too, adding another class to the fleet registers. It would help, it all helped.
Peters sighed again, her eyes following a last Paladin as it slipped into position in the convoy. They were taking it one step at a time, if they were lucky, maybe they would be able to look back one day and say this was were it all happened, this was the beginning of the end for the Goa'uld.
Peters hoped she saw that day.