Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 3: Tollan and Colonials.
Brigadier General O'Neill, Commander of Tau'ri military operations within the Alpha Centauri system chuckled to himself as he led the unsuspecting Adama through the crowd of visiting dignitaries and military officials as they awaited the first firing of a Tollan Ion Cannon since the fall of New Tollana several years ago.
The Tollan was the first refugee group to arrive at the Alpha Centauri system, brought by the escaping SG teams and the renegade Goa'uld Enerina after the ill fated Thundergate operation and so far they and the Colonials had yet to meet.
O'Neill intended to change that, he knew Narim and the mere 78 surviving Tollan would be able to talk to Adama, ease many of the fears he knew Adama and the rest of the Colonials must be feeling at placing their fate largely in the hands of the Tau'ri, after all, the Tollan had been under Tau'ri protection for over a year now with few complaints.
It would help ease the transition, the thought made Jack chuckle. It was a good thing the rest of the retired SG-1 team couldn't hear his thoughts; they would be pretty agape if they found out he actually knew such long words as transition and could use them properly. On the other hand, maybe he should let them know, would be good for a laugh.
"Ahh Narim, I would like you to meet someone, this is Commander Adama of the Colonial Military, Adama meet Narim, Narim is in charge of the Tollan survivors that are under our protection"
Adama straightened, interested. Then sent O'Neill a wry glance as he figured it out. O'Neill just grinned, and left them to it.
"Excuse me" Narim said some fifteen minutes later as he broke off the conversation with Adama, heading swiftly for the podium at some unnoticed signal.
Adama hadn't been informed why he was to be hear today, but he was told it was important and from the conversations he had overheard and some enigmatic comments from Narim, and obvious civilian but one who had no problem with working with the military Adama commented to himself, he knew it was about to get interesting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please"
"Thank you. Today as you know will be the first firing of a Tollan designed Ion cannon since the fall of new Tollana over a year ago, but this Ion Cannon is designed with a very different purpose in mind to those which had defended Tollana and New Tollana for so many years, those were weapons of defence only but we and our Tau'ri protectors are at war and a solely defensive weapon is of little use.
This is the early prototype of a new weapon of war, to be stationed defensively on the surface of Tau'ri controlled worlds and facilities and used offensively onboard the Tau'ri and Colonial fleets.
We Tollan may be too few to fight ourselves, something in our arrogance we would never have even considered before, but we can use our superior knowledge to assist those we can and will fight for our freedoms, such as the Asgard who welcomed with open arms the assistance of our geneticists and to whom we have recently been able to give new hope, such as the Tau'ri, who despite our arrogance towards them in the past came for us and offered us shelter.
This is for all those who fight for our freedom"
Narim reached down, his finger pressing what Adama assumed to be the start button.
And the massive bulk behind Narim spat fire, a brilliant bolt of energy lancing into space, momentarily blinding the Commander.
Five seconds later, another shot followed it, a third, a fourth, and a fifth.
Adama followed the bolts and with shock realised that they were reaching orbit, and beyond. This Adama knew he had to see if he could acquire, and fast.
"As yet" Narim continued "the units are twice the size and have an abysmal firing rate compared to the original Tollan units, but we have proven they are possible to construct using Tau'ri technology.
We anticipate the units being ready for deployment by the end of the year.
Thank you"
Adama whistled as he rose from his seat to examine the units, his mind swiftly disbelievingly assimilating what he had just seen. He knew the Tau'ri were advanced in several areas and becoming more advanced all the time, but this was mind-boggling.
Adama stilled as a hand grabbed at his arm, "Briefing in the Pilots Briefing room in twenty minutes, four doors down from the main canteen" he was told quietly, by what sounded to Adama to be Teal'c before he was freed.
Adama frowned, a quiet message for a briefing not an announcement or official message? Something was up.