Bravery among soldiers was always awarded and thrown around so that by the time you had past your first year of being a colonel you were well known. So I saved my 2C, well maybe not saved, he stepped on a alien mine and both his legs were blown off, it was my first month on the job, but far from my first life saving experience. My name was Col. Scott Sikeston Calder, most refer to me as Sike, guess it was easy to remember. And I was well known for my ability to not die and to keep my chain of command together and alive. Under my command I had only ever had injured men and one fatality that resulted in the above man losing both his legs due to a mine. I had the 'fun' job of bossing around 4 of the most excellent men I have ever worked with. But at the moment I am trying to find a suitable 2C to replace the ones that the general has been trying to put on my team that I have been unable to get along with. This however, isn't going so well, they all end up pissing off the aliens with their diplomatic ways. Starting from the top under my command is our very quiet yet intuitive archeologist Dr. Donald Roster; we just call him Don for short, he pretty much checks all antiques and alien junk and tries to smooth things over when I piss off the wrong aliens. Then there's Trixie Montaygo, no one knows how she got the name Trixie, we all just figure it's because she's Spanish and her full names to hard to pronounce. She is your basic soldier; she carries a gun, and helps us along the way. After Trixie there is Charles Anderson, now Charlie he is a special case, I have known Charlie since the beginning, we have worked together since the dawn of time, well for 20 years anyway, we went to school together, we were best men at each others weddings, we are closer than pepper and salt. And finally last but definitely not least is Draymonaya SonsTanya, now his name was so hard to pronounce that every one calls him Dray. Now Dray is your regular guy, except one thing, he is an alien, and I have known him for 5 years of being a colonel, which is pretty long when you consider it. An outcast on his planet for going against their counsel, Dray can wield any weapon you put in front of him; his specialty is knives (and makes a lot of references to loving those more than beautiful women). Then there's me, I went to military school when I was 17 fresh out of high school, they must have seen something special in me because I was named youngest colonel. I was married when I was 25, to a major that worked at the pentagon, we weren't married for that long when we found out that she had cancer, one year later she died at north Minster hospital in N.Y. After this I through myself into my work, and became known as one of the hardest colonels alive, and dubbed a 'bastard,' excuse my French. I have never dated again since my wife's passing, although I have been told that with my looks anyone would go out with me. Now that you have heard my life story lets cut to the chase. For the most part I am off world, but when I am not, I live comfortably on base, at Shyan MT, Stargate command, and at the moment me and my team are heading to the Generals office where we will be briefed on our next mission. "Hey, Sike you know what's up, I thought we had two weeks of down time" ask Charlie, I can tell he is a bit irritated, his wife is 6 months pregnant, and this is wearing on his patients. "No, I don't, all I know is that we are supposed to see General O, Neil ASAP," I reply, trying to give Charlie a comforting nod. Trixie, Don, and Dray, fall into step behind us, I can tell that everyone is starting to become a bit curious. I knock on the General's door:
"Enter" he states, in his usual baritone
"Sir" we all say in unison and salute the General.
"Sir, I was under the impression that we were too have received two weeks down time?" I ask, trying not to sound too eager.
"You were, but unfortunately we need your expertise on some important info we just received, however I am allowed to grant you, Major Charlie leave if you require it because of your wife's impending pregnancy." This question was directed towards Charlie, although every one new that he would decline, his duty to his country came first.
"Thank you sir, but Sheila is another 3 months off, I am good to go Sir." Replied Charlie without a moment's hesitation.
The General nods, saying, "Good, have a seat gentleman and let us begin. I have received some alarming news regarding Bauls fleet, apparently, according to our undercover Tocra operative he as begun mining on an unknown planet, one, P4X 232, the planet is called Toren. What Baul is mining for we are not sure, but considering the resent bombing attacks on some of our outpost the president thinks it vital that we investigate soon. However, you will need to stop at the alpha site and retrieve a 2C from one of the off world teams that are on down time. I have sent a message ahead to let the Brigade colonel know you are coming, any questions?"
"No sir, we are good to go" I reply.
"Great, oh, might I have a word alone with you Colonel" I look at my men and then at the General, nodding my head they leave. I look back at the general, "Sir?" I ask as a question.
"You have been under investigation for the last couple of weeks; there have been questions as to your capability in regards to your inability to obtain a 2C that is suitable."
I raise my eyebrows, "Is this your way of telling me to be nice to the 2C we are taking on this mission sir" I say with a little bit of a laugh in my speech.
"Yes it is Sike, I don't want to see you demoted for something as frivolous as picking a suitable 2C" he replies, also a slight smirk on his face. He was a colonel once he knows how I feel.
"Yes sir, I will take special care with this new 2C" I salute him and leave, shutting the door behind me. The General walks over to his desk and smiles thinking back on his days as a colonel, trying to find a replacement for Daniel Jackson.