"Fire"
The walkers main cannons jolted slightly, taking aim at the outer wall of the fortress, the cannons firing tube glowed with ionized particles, the walker marched towards the source of the barrage slamming into its shield. The particle cannons opened fire on the gateway, completely levelling it and anything in its path with 4 small streams of ion energy, leaving an open, and clear path towards the base 2 kilometres away. The Mammoths railguns set for auto-target, opened fire, heavy bolts aimed at the defensive lines on the wall ripped apart the cannons and jaffa manning them, the computer lock giving extreme accuracy despite the conditions, the lighter cannons fired at all crazy enough to stand in its onslaughts path. Gliders and Al'kesh took to the skies, vectoring in on the giant, moving in for an attack run, the railguns quickly charged target lock, swinging around to face the aerial armada.
Mammoth Mark Two
"Incoming gliders, al'kesh too, railguns compensating, missiles ready for firing."
"Particle Cannons?" Foley asked
"76 percent, looks like they've got a shield up on the inner perimeter, full power blast should break through." The XO reported.
"Al'kesh moving in, they're either suicidal or think they can get through the railguns, orders?"
"Continue railgun fire, launch patriots at the bombers, ignore the gliders." The Colonel ordered, as he locked in a target from his own weapons console, the giant walker required 4 men behind each of them for maximum effectiveness, Foley grinned as the heavy railguns found a lock on one of the bombers. 'Surprise' he thought, as the trigger was fired.
Battle
The forward heavy railgun stopped its assault on the outer way, switching targets too the approaching al'kesh in the sky, its bomber bay opened, prepared to deliver its plasma bombardment, until twin bolts of blue-white light erupted from one of the mammoths many railguns, slamming in the open bay with weapons designed to rip apart heavy armour. The reaction caused the small ship to explode in on itself, losing control it fell towards the ground, the inferno like explosion coursing through its hull, leaving a charred corpse slamming into the ground, kicking up dust and dirt into the already massive storm. The other al'kesh, continued flying onwards on their run, its cannon firing into the asgard based shields of the Mammoth, as it still charged into the onslaught, the heavy defences taking the pounding with a stride.
Mammoth Mark Two
"Their coming in for an attack run." The walkers Pilot informed, as the only window on the command centre showed a swarm of gliders and Goa'uld bombers moving in for the kill, railguns firing desperately at retaliation, but their was too many. Al'kesh flew over head, dropping plasma bombs by the dozen, and unleashing plasma fire from its turrets across the mammoth's shields, the blue shield bouncing off most of the force, but several blasts slice through, into the hull.
The walker rocked despite its heavy armour, the colonel was thrown slightly off, slamming his fist on the arm rest, he ordered the counter "Fire Patriots! All targets!"
Battle
The twin SAM turrets on the mammoth activated, the enemy armada turning to re-engage found themselves starring at the new state of the art Patriot Missile System of the mammoth, the turrets turned around to follow the swarm, the batteries firing 8 patriots each, the initial load out, they screamed in all directions at the swiftly evading Goa'uld craft. They gliders, distracted by the sudden swarm of missiles, didn't remember the numerous railguns still firing, some not even noticing the stream like assault coming towards them, as rounds literally sliced through the relatively weak armour of gliders, the heavy cannons pounding in the al'kesh, their shields holding ever so slightly, but in the end it came down to two choices for them, die by railgun, or die by patriot….
Mammoth Mark Two
"All Al'kesh down, mopping up the rest of the gliders now." The man behind the railguns informed, with a smirk on his face as let another glider exploded in front of the mammoth's window, "the Patriots are expended, but the sky is clear, we're ready to move in."
The crew smiled slightly, the Colonel in particular, "Lieutenant, take us in, max speed." With a quick acknowledging nod, the walker pushed into the opening in the wall at max speed, ignoring the constant barrage that continued to slam into its duel layered shielding, and heading straight for the shielded heart of the Goa'uld forces on Tegrea.
Secret Facility, Northern Pole, Tegrea
Lieutenant Jeroen van Baal, grinned into his flight mask, as his wing of 3rd generation F-302's gave another pass over the now free facility, they we're giving escort, the Andromeda was sending the Tegrea delegation to the first true meeting of the newly formed Galactic Union, despite the urges of the United Nations, many of the representative governments in the Union, refused to form a closer coalition then a united alliance against Baal, and if it gets worse, Nod. 'It's just like the UN, only on a galactic scale.' Thee flight lieutenant grinned slightly, the thought shaken off once he realised his comm. was going.
"Iron Guard, This is Tegrean Space Command, prepare to enter position, the Andromeda is launching."
"Roger command, this is Lieutenant van Baal.." he heard a slight hiss at the mention of his name, was quite common now, but there wasn't much he could do about it other then change it, which he wasn't willing to do, just cause some egotistical bastard had it thousands of years beforehand, "we're moving into position now." He said as he watched the ice below was broken up, as the massive metal roof of the Andromeda's docking bay, opened for the first time in 3 months.
"Gomes form up with me, the rest of you, take up positions along the broadsides of the Andromeda." Van Baal ordered, bringing his fighter into a sharp turn, laughing to himself at the insane manoeuvrability this thing had, he remembered his original flight training F-35, while an incredible fighter in its own right, it had nothing on the F-302's and their internal dampener enhancements.
Soon the fighter found itself directly above the slowly rising Battlecruiser, his wingman also joined, hovering overhead thanks too the new anti-grav engines on the F-302C.
"Iron Guard, this is Captain Herrick, we're beginning ascent, there's still a lot of gliders and al'kesh on the planet that would love to have a shot at us, so keep a look out."
"Roger that Andromeda, we've got you covered."
The Battlecruiser and its fighter escort pumped power into the main engines, moving towards orbit at best possible speed, little did they know, that they we're being watched, by those of Baal's elite fighter pilots, as the old jaffa saying went, 'they don't build them like they used too' and in the modified death gliders of old, the Tau'ri will know defeat.
Luna Orbit, Sol System
Above earth's lone moon, a number of ships we're gathering, many of the Terran design. Delegations from Earth, Hebridia, Langera, the Free Jaffa, as well as several other galactic nations we're meeting to the formation of the Galactic Union. Suffice to say, many of them we're getting impatient, one Supreme Commander of the GDI in particular..
"He's 4 hours late, where is he?" O'Neill ranted on and on, as he paced across the bridge of the Thor, all to Ronson's amusement, as well as the UN picked representative, the now Ambassador Daniel Jackson.
Rubbing a hand through his now grey hair, the ambassador had a neutral tone on his face, but his eyes danced with amusement, even after nearly 10 years of total war against Baal, Jack O'Neill still managed to keep a constantly amused image to those around him. "Jack you know that he's been busy lately, I'm surprised he's making it at all."
O'Neill turned to face him, stopping his pacing, "Yeah well if he doesn't get his little grey butt here soo…" he stopped himself, as a giant hyperspace window formed, releasing the massive form of an Asgard O'Neill class Battlecruiser into real space, this one known in particularly as the Beliskner, the 2nd ship to have taken the name.
"Sir, the Beliskner is hailing us." The Thor's comm. Officer reported.
Ronson nodded slightly "On screen."
Originally, Terran ships we're forced to rely on the small video screens above the main window, next generation video technology erased that, as the main viewer phased to life, revealing the fragile, yet somehow powerful image of an asgard, Thor.
Bowing slightly, he began. "My apologises for being late, matters of the high council required attention."
O'Neill grinned, "Yeah, well you got here in the end and that's what counts."
Thor blinked, about as much facial response you would get from an Asgard, "Indeed, I was informed that the Tegrean representative would be arriving late, is that still true?"
Daniel nodded, "Yes, we're still in the attempt to liberate Tegrea, but the Andromeda should be launching soon."
Thor nodded in reply, "That is most fortunate, in the time being I would like to examine this ship you have named in my honour, O'Neill, I suspect you have something to do with it." The crew weren't sure or not, but it looked like the Asgard was glaring at the General, who was smirking in response.
Ronson coughed quietly, drawing the attention of everyone, "Well commander, why don't you come aboard and we'll give you the VIP…" he stopped when the flash of light on the screen, the asgard transporters moving the supreme commander to the Thors bridge "tour.."
Low Atmosphere, Tegrea
First Lieutenant Pedro Gomes pushed his visor down, the light of the Tegrean sun glaring brightly into his eyes, the darkening of the sky around him, meant they we're breaking through the mesosphere, into the lower thermosphere, The Andromeda, the 12th Prometheus class built on earth, continued to rise with him, he looked casually to his left, seeing 5 of the Iron Guard in escort also. Looked like a perfectly routine flight.
"To all iron guard fighters, we're picking up some cloaked bogies coming in fast, we're keeping our shields down to draw them in, but you should prepare to engage as soon as possible." Captain Herrick informed the squadron, Gomes sighed, 'so much for routine.'
"Alright 51st, prep all weapons but set shields for standby, as soon as they uncloak, turn to engage." Van Baal ordered, Gomes quickly set railguns to active, 'looks like we got a dogfight then.'
"12 targets, uncloaking across the port bow."
"Engage!"
Goa'uld Stronghold
The mammoth walked through the defences as if they weren't even their, only stopping to fire on the giant capital ship cannons, they took a huge pounding themselves, only when the particle cannons reduced them to a pile of ionized atoms did they ever stop firing. Those in the warpath, and stupid enough to stay their, were literally crushed, it seemed nothing could stop it.
Mammoth Mark Two
The small, but constant jolt of the mammoths legs slamming into the ground, was felt throughout the bridge, as nothing else remained to stop it, no cannons, no gunners, in fact there literally were no more jaffa left to defend against the giant, it had slaughtered a total of 4,831 jaffa in its attack, and soon a Goa'uld would be added to that list.
The XO looked over the final reading, then turning to see the glowing red shield ahead, it ended here "Cannons 100 charge and ready sir."
"Nuke it."
Four full power particle beams slammed into the Goa'uld shield, blue light cutting through the normally considering indestructible barriers, and striking at the armour with their full force. Thanks to the limited Asgard scanner technology, the shield generator was easily picked out, the beams purposely aimed at them, blasted through, deactivating the red aura around the stronghold with a snap. When the beams subdued, there were four perfect holes cutting through the fortress from one end to the other.
"Lieutenant, get the carry-all, we don't want to be hear when the big guns get here." Foley ordered
"What big guns?" the pilot asked as he activated the remote to the carry-all
Foley gave a quick move on the scanners, the holographic representation zoomed out from the base, above the dust storms, above the cloud line, to low orbit, showing the form of a Freedom class battleship overhead.
"Shit, why didn't they just use that earlier?" the XO asked the colonel
"Two fold, one we needed to take out the defences, just to be safe, and second, command wanted to test this thing out in actual combat." The colonel said, watching as the carry all moved in on the scanners.
The pilot just grinned, as he let the clamps slam onto the mammoth's hull, "I think she passed."
TNS Andromeda
"Full power to shields!" Captain Herrick ordered, the now uncloaked fighters moving, they weren't death gliders, but still clearly Goa'uld.
"This is Iron Guard One, we're moving to engage, get out of the system as fast as you can!"
"Roger fight leader, keep' em off our backs." He said through the comm. Channels, "Hyper as soon as we exit the atmosphere, prepare all railguns for close combat!"
Iron Guard
The 12 F-302's turned to engage the equal number of Goa'uld fighters, both fired their primary weapons, rapid pulse blasts smashed into the Terran fighter's shields, Van Baal's fighter turned to face one, the railguns charged and ready, he unleashed dozens of blue bolts at the locked on glider, hitting against a golden light. 'Shit they got shields!'
"All fighters, this is Alpha One, they got shields, switch to jackhammers!"
"What? Baal's finally learning, switching to missiles." The message from alpha 5 said.
"Alpha two and three, continue to escort, everyone else, lets take these bastards out!" the flight commander ordered, as he got a lock with his jackhammers, 'die you fanatic bastards!' he thought, releasing twin heavy missiles into the unaware Goa'uld fighter, they screamed in, slicing through the shields and obliterating the fighter in an explosion, contained by its own shields
ESS Supremacy
The Terran battleship, hovered in position, with the mammoth away, it was time to end this.
"Mr Diaz, prepare the Ion Cannon, maximum power." Captain Church ordered, sitting calming in his chair.
"Cannon charged and ready sir." The Weapons officer, Lieutenant Diaz reported.
"Fire"
The giant turret on the rear of the ship, swung around, aiming at the structure on the surface, from 190 kilometres up, you couldn't see it with the naked eye, but even the most primitive sensors could pick up the devastated base, let alone asgard-derived ones. The beam of light almost instantly hit its target, breaking through the clouds of dust and sand, engulfing the land for kilometres and kilometres in all directions, in a blazing blue inferno of light, by the time it dissipated there was nothing left.
TNS Andromeda
"We've broken through!" the Conn reported, as the Battlecruiser left the atmosphere and into open space, nearby a group of GDI ships moved to reinforce the position.
"Make the jump to earth!" Herrick ordered, with the window appearing almost on command, the Andromeda moved in, leaving to Sol.
The Goa'uld fighters chasing it, found themselves in the path of a trio of Swiftsure destroyers, and more importantly, their active railguns.