AUTHORS NOTES- okay bout time I did them, in response a couple of reviews here

Lennox- The idea was to put earth in a technological state so that it could fight off both Goa'uld and Nod threats, as tiberian sun was closer to both the timeframe and tech level, I chose it in particular

Rogue16150-heh you think I want to destroy earth in a Tiberium induced inferno? Nope, earth isn't going to turn into the screwed up planet it does in tiberian sun, GDI is going to notice what's going on with the planet a lot sooner, not a good 40 years too late. SO I DEMAND YOU KEEP READING :D

Anyway, this chapter was a guest chapter by Flying J, it's a damn good read in my opinion so hope you all enjoy it

-Tyr

High Earth Orbit Philadelphia Station: Fast Response Infantry Brigade

An aide rushed into the cramped office of General George Peterson, "General, Hammerfest Station is under attack by Nod Forces, at last communication they were holding, but General O'Neill has requested any available forces."

Looking up from his large stack of paper, was a man who last saw combat in Vietnam, Desert Storm and even parts of Operation Iraqi Freedom. After that he'd been forcibly promoted from his post as a SpecOps Operative.

However due to his massive understanding of fast response counter strikes with the special-forces he was given command of one of the few and exceptionally rare fast response infantry brigades.

Though he was pushing over 70 the general was one who seemed likely he would live forever, and had the energy to do it. "Alright, has there been any word from the higher ups on if we are to be deployed?" The aide smiled, "Yes Sir. We are to be actively deployed in 15 minutes" The older man returned the smile and took the file from the young officer and read it quickly. His face turned grim. "Sound the Alarm… The Screaming Eagles are getting called to war."

All through the barracks sector of the station the Fast Response Forces, now officially renamed as the 101st Airborne assault Force…or "Screaming Eagles" woke and dressed assembling in the Drop pod bays for a weapons check and then for their unknown deployment.

Along with the other 5,000 or so men and women going into action there was one known as James Morgan, Sergeant James Morgan. He was awake before the klaxons sounded but it still shocked him…'Have the snakes gotten to Earth?' He chewed on that thought while quickly pulling on his BDU's.

Like most soldiers he had heard of the Nod attack on the Los Angeles, but though he saw it as a tragedy it was quite simply just that. A Terrorist attack…and while Terrorist could hurt a world entity like the GDI, they could never destroy it. James was wrong…dead wrong.

Noticing that his unit of men was not up yet and trying there damndest too ignore the klaxons he decided he'd add his weight to the noise. In his deep southern drawlhe began to yell.

"Wake up you maggots! Get up! Move it! You all know what that alarm means. MOVE! MOVE!"

As he yelled he moved around there section of the barracks and came to Andre Rodriguez's bunk, the Latino was still happily sawing logs and James saw to remedying that.

"Rodriguez Git the fuck up you lazy slug!" While screaming he began to push Rodriguez out of his bed, the man landed with a thump and hearing the klaxons finally began to struggle with his BDU's.

Shaking his headed after looking over his unit he ordered them too assemble at the Armory and then the drop pod bay. He himself headed out in that direction.

General Peterson was impressed with his brigade, their response time had been 25 minutes at last test. They'd pulled it together this time and were ready to drop in 10 minutes, he walked in front of the 5000 lined up men and women. Their looks were grave as he took the podium

"Ladies and Gentlemen there has been an attack, and because of it, the first major battle between our forces and those of Nod has broken out. I won't lie to you, there are going to be casualties and some of you wont come back, but I depend on everyone of you to do you're very best and throw those Nod bastards back into the underground hole they crawled out of!" At that there were smiles appearing on the troops faces.

After his pause he continued. "Lets to do this…for what they did to the Los Angeles...For what they did to the Thor! " With that a cheer broke out and General Peterson waited for it to die down." Now Godspeed and good luck!"

With that the Brigade split into their Units and went to their drop pods.

James Morgan sat strapped into his seat in his units Pod and read off his role call of the men and women in his unit.

"Rodriguez A.?"

"Here sarge."

"Denisof W.?"

"Right ere."

"Hikaru T?"

"Here sir."

James paused for a second, the woman's high pitched voice had thrown him off. He shook his head and continued, finally finishing he made his last commands before they would hit re entry.

"Alright Railgun Squads one through five, you are to head to our right and link up with Sergeant Martin and his unit, and then you will set up at point alpha and beta, at an angle from the other two railgun groups of the brigade. Check your maps…memorize them on the way down gentlemen."

"What about us Sarge?" Asked Rodriguez his English accented by his background.

"We get to play the bait. We assault the Nod tank and infantry forces, and then run like hell." Morgan grimaced and hit the button too his left signaling his unit as ready. Slowly each person in the pod realized just how bad off they were, advancing towards tanks with no railgun support…they realized just how cannon fodder felt.

The Battle had been raging for thirty minutes and Hammerfest base's shields were failing, two of the new Titans had already been wrecked enough in the fighting to have too jump jet out to the nearest repair facility...a third was a smoking pile of debris. And Nod was still coming.

However the beleaguered troops heard hope in the sky in a scream from incoming drop pods. The pods slammed down releasing the heat shield into the Nod tanks and infantry, crushing some of them. Then the Pods hit…automatically releasing steam and throwing dust up with the impact to shield them.

Sadly many of the pods didn't get through due to several undetected Banshees that uncloaked and ripped into the incoming infantry transports. But the numbers were just too great to stop them all. So the infantry hit the ground directly behind Hammerfest and perfectly flanked Nods forces of Tick Tanks, Flame Tanks and infantry. The Ground Battle of the Tiberian War had begun.

As Sergeant Morgan and his unit descended he began a prayer he had once learned as a child, and he did not realize he was saying it out loud and in the Comm. system. The rest of his men and women began to chant it with him…

"…Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death...I fear no Evil…For though art with me."

Before anyone of them had realized it they were shouting the prayer with their leader, and then they were on the ground and the ramp had opened releasing them into hell.

Morgan was the first to realize they had landed and so he did his job.

"Out you slugs, what do you wanna live forever!"

At this they started moving charging out, the railgun teams already moving back behind the lines with the engineering units to set up. But till then it was up too units like Sergeant Morgan's to hold the line, or they would all be as good as dead.

His Unit, now down to ten men used the pod for cover as they had been trained waited for the smoke too clear and for them to be able to spot the enemy. And then with a roar he and thousands of others raised their assault rifles and opened fire with Naquedah enhanced rounds.

The Infantry actually began too move foreward having caught the Nod forces completely by surprise, then the shit hit the fan as the flame tanks turned too engage the growing infantry force. The infantry kept moving foreward getting away from the cover of their pods.

And then finally with their turn completed the Nod forces returned fire, the smart ones hit the deck at the first noise. The stupid ones died and ate flame.

Sergeant Morgan screamed as a shell landed too close and blasted a man next too him apart, he'd lost most of the men he'd started with and then been scattered from them in the rush at the Nod forces.

'co'mon James hold it together…you'll get through this.' At that moment several shells launched like mortar fire hit near him and splashed him with dirt and shattered some downed trees near some other soldiers. When it cleared there was nothing left.

He grimaced, and mind still whirring he hopped up and fired a few rounds before crouching back behind the rock he was at. As enemy infantry returned fire he was surprised as Rodriguez and Denisof plopped down beside him.

"Whatsup Sarge…having troubles?"

"Nah shit you bastard, Ive been cut off…damn good too see you two though. Do you know were we've deployed the lines?"

"Bought a klik That way sir." Said Rodriguez while pointing back

Morgan wanted to punch Rodriguez in the face for being a smart –ass but still there was work to be done.

"Alright gentlemen here's the plan." The next few minutes were spent moving as the three infantrymen covered one another while heading to what they believed was the main part of the battle lines for the 101s Airborne. They showed up there 5 minutes later to find that Nod had finally gotten there act together and was concentrating a flame tank thrust towards their center.

They sat huddled behind a group of trees, the main defense line, seeing comrades beginning to run and fall all around. One conscious thought was running through James' head.

'We must stop this retreat, at this rate the railguns and disc throwers wont be ready.'

He absentmindedly noted himself and Rodriguez charging at a flame tank, hopping on top and then lobbing grenades down its cupola. While running back to the line under cover of other infantry man he watched Rodriguez fall after having a bullet pierce his calf. Ignoring the heat coming from the tanks at his back he stopped and fireman-carried his charge back to the hastily thrown up barrier the other infantry were firing from.

Dropping behind it he offered Rodriguez too a medic who hurried off. Sergeant Morgan collapsed…as much as that short little latin man had gotten on his nerves…he expected him to be the one to go through it without a scratch. Hed lost his entire unit…And then the Nod infantry with tank support finally breached their lines.

Morgan ran, his breath fogging in front of him. The 'withdrawl' to the positions the railgunners and engineers had set up had been called, but his last meeting with Nod had been close…too damn close. Shortly after giving Rodriguez to a medic, while he was being hit by despair the man next too him had burst into flame as red clad soldiers jumped over the line of logs to attack the GDI troopers.

Hed hit the first one as hard as he could in the face, using his rifle like a baseball bat. The mans skull collapsed and Morgan was sprayed with blood. The next red soldier over jumped on his back as he turned too run and pushed him to the ground. After a struggle he shoved him off, he got too his k-bar and buried it in the man's neck.

And at that he turned, running like hell…leaving his Assault rifle behind him in blind panic, along the way he' put together a rag tag little group of men, medics and other assault infantry, all too happy too follow the Noncom.

His face and that of the others in his group were relieved too see the prepped lines the engineers had ready, and they happily jumped into them and waited for the tanks to catch them.

Walter Sewman was a Combat Engineer and was currently quite happy, you see he liked explosions, and so he was selected to press the button on the claymores, signaling the rail gunners. So he watched…letting the flame belching tanks and red clad men get just past it…before activating the claymores…nothing happened.

"Shit…there must be a short." All his men looked at him. "Dammit." The system the claymores worked on a system were all the claymores were connected by wire and one recieves the detonate signal and makes the rest detonate.

He crawled foreward along the line…praying the break would be were he could reach it. Finally finding it and reconnecting them with pliers. he

What he'd forgotten was that they would go on right after that, in the exsplosions that followed it was no wonder they had problems finding the poor man's dog tags.

At the moment the Claymores detonated the main force of Nod tanks was past the line, and truth be told they wouldn't of effected the armored behemoths. The infantry however WERE the target.

The Red soldiers were hit simultaneously by thousands and thousands of small balls being thrown from the detonation of the claymores, it was a bloody slaughter that turned the white packed ground red. Nearly 3,000 Nod Infantry died in under a minute, those not killed outright ran.

The detonation of Claymores was only the beginning of the carnage as the hidden railguns opened up and began ripping into the lightly armored Nod flame and Tic Tanks, tearing armor off and flipping them onto even more of the remaining infantry. And adding to the explosive mix was the 101st Airborne's remaining 2,000 men and women, who with a roar of vengance and Naquedah enhanced rounds opened up on Nod. Helping them were the newly equipped GDI disk throwers, an advance on the idea of mortars.

The disks were configured to go so far and then detonate, in this case they were detonating behind the Nod troops who were now retreating into the firestorm of explosive disks. As the Nod forces were beginning to clear the kill zone the remaining Titans from the base came roaring in using Jump Jets with the smaller Mammoth Tanks going full speed behind them. Further adding to Nod's horror was a dull scream that came from overhead.

Four IMPACT class Titan tanks slammed into the ground smoking from re-entry in front of the routed Nod forces. Their brothers, the Titans from the base, having come fore-ward to cover them during the needed cool-down period opened up with 170 millimeter rail guns while the smaller mammoths opened up with hypervelocity rounds.

Nod's fate at the Battle of Hammerfest was sealed, they were slaughtered without mercy. The GDI's forces had set the pace of the war after being caught behind by Nod, and it was going to be a long and brutal struggle.