SGC, Cheyenne Mountain, Earth
"Unscheduled off-world activation!" The speakers blared over Brigadier General, Paul Davis's thoughts, sighing while he put down his paper work yet again, '4th damn time this hour.' He groaned while making his way to the gate room.
Exiting his office, he always noted how the base was clearly modified since disclosure, the control room was expanded, to compensate for the for the facilities much larger role. In the past 18 hours, a total of 30,000 marines we're sent to Tegrea through the stargate, sent to reinforce the growing GDI liberation force, thanks to the reconstruction of the gate room, the SGC was gigantic, originally considered an underground city, it was now an underground metropolis. The tried and true iris system was still in use today, holding the glowing effects of the wormhole away from sight. Davis moved to the gate controller, "Report."
"SG-14 sir, apparently they found someone on P3X-982." Sergeant Williams reported from his computer.
"I thought the OTS didn't pick any settlements out?" Davis questioned, the OTS was the new Orbital Tracking System, recently designed, they sent a small, but powerful rocket through the stargate, like the maverick missile system still in use, however unlike the weapon, this one went into orbit. After releasing the satellite from its capsule, the OTS scans the entire planets surface in mere seconds, gathering huge amounts more data then the aging MALPS ever could, the system, while expensive, was a necessity now, too many times had SG teams being ambushed and captured by Baal's forces, or the Goa'uld in general because of lack of Intel.
"We didn't either sir, until these guys jumped us" the radio feedback from Major Wellings reported. "You should send in a MALP, one of the guys wants to talk to you."
Davis looked at Williams for his opinion, a mere shrug in return," Okay shut her down, we'll be sending the MALP in 10 minutes, Davis out." With that, the signal cut, and the wormhole dissipated into nothingness.
Luna Orbit, Sol System
"Impressive so far admiral, you have definitely incorporated the best of both worlds in this ship." Thor said in, while continuing his review on the Terran Dreadnought.
"You haven't seen anything yet commander, in fact, your coming up on our pride and joy." The Admiral said with a grin, as the next turn lead them into a small command centre, its closed window over looked a gigantic generator, the soft blue light it gave off, bounced across the room, as in the entire area was glowing.
"Ah yes, the infamous Terran weapon, the Ion Cannon." Thor said curiously, looking down at the ion generator with his expressionless eyes. "Tell me admiral, what brought about this weapons design, I have been tempted to ask O'Neill in the last time we meet, but I have doubted his knowledge on the subject."
Ronson smirked at the thought, O'Neill explaining the delicate design on the most powerful weapon in the GDI arsenal to the logical being in front of him, "The original design was a purely Terran idea, it was part of a program called 'star-wars' an orbital defensive grid against potential nuclear strikes, the design was scrapped due to massive budget costs, but the knowledge gained was still thought to be of use."
"And yet these weapons we're not in use until the Battle of Sol?" Thor questioned
"Correct, while in secret, we did have an operational Ion Cannon, its beam was no where near as powerful as our current designs, not to mention its charge up time, only thanks to the research of particle weaponry from both your people, and the Hebridians, as well as what little knowledge we had on Tollan ion cannons did we eventually create the first practical design." Ronson mentioned, turning to look at the gargantuan weapon outside the glass window, "Even in the Mark two we haven't fully worked the bugs out, we even made the thing bigger to bring its power output to what we wanted."
"None the less, it is an impressive weapon, even more so then any of our pulse particle cannons barring the O'Neill's." Thor said
"Admiral Ronson to the bridge! The Andromeda has just exited hyperspace!" the comm. blared with, the admiral sighed, "looks like we're going to have to cut this tour short."
Thor nodded, "agreed, this meeting is vital to all the people of this galaxy."
SGC, Earth
"Send her in." Davis ordered, watching the MALP drive into the open wormhole, travelling hundreds of light years in a blink of an eye.
"MALP has exited the wormhole, video link is established." Sergeant Williams reported, as the static filled screen cleared to show Major Wellings face grinning into the camera.
"Sir you ain't ever going to believe this." The major said, while pointing left, the camera turned, to show the image of a middle aged man, a shock of dark brown hair with hints of grey in on his head, wearing a dark blue cloak like suit, he held a warm smile on his face, as he said "It has been a long time since we have made contact with the people of earth, and it clearly shows how much we have both changed."
Davis stood in shock, he read the reports when he was the SGC liaison to the Pentagon, but he easily recognized the face, even though he actually never met the man, "Narim? Of the Tollan?"
Luna Orbit, Sol System
"Report!" Ronson ordered to his XO, the now Captain Grant, former executive officer of the Prometheus, as he and the Asgard Supreme Commander entered the bridge.
"The andromeda has exited hyperspace and is moving into our position." Grant informed the Admiral, before moving to her chair next to the admirals.
"Then it appears all delegates have arrived, I will return to the Beliskner to prepare for the conference, I will inform you and O'Neill when it begins." Thor said, as he flashed to life, leaving no trace of the commander in its wake, the effects of Asgard transporters technology.
Ronson sighed, "Exactly where is the commander anyway?" he asked to everyone around him
"O'Neill?" the captain asked, with a nod in reply she began, "He's gone down to the SGC, we got a report from one of the teams of a potential ally, and apparently its big enough to require his attention." She shrugged, "Guess you're in command of the talks for GDI then."
The former smile on Ronson's face, disappeared with this new knowledge, he slumped into his chair, muttering 'oh joy.'
Tegrea, Low Orbit
"Break off alpha 5!" Van Baal screamed into the comm. as dozens of pulse blasts ripped into the unshielded Terran fighter, exploding spectacularly, the Goa'uld fighter flying through its remains, before turning to face Alpha Leaders own fighter, 'you want a fight you bastard? I'll show you why we've kicked your arses throughout the galaxy!'
"All remaining fighters, engage targets two and three, I got number one." His fighter turned to engage, the dark black coated metal slicing through empty space, both fighters charged towards one another, spraying both blue and orange bolts at each other, railguns hit into orange shields, with pulse plasma into the electric blue of the F-302. They grew nearer and nearer, the bolts grew brighter, larger, quicker, the swift exchange of primary weapons fire we're taking huge amounts on strain and armour, in the final second, Van Baal grinned, "Got you."
Dozens of dumb fire rockets burst out, alpha leader pulled his fighter into a tight turn, the unnervingly easy manoeuvre left him clear from the almost instant blast of dozens of blasts slamming into the unshielded fighter. 'I knew I picked those for a reason.' He thought, watching as his remaining wingmen, formed up and headed back to the reliant.
SGC, Earth
"20 years, look what it's done to you!" O'Neill said while smiling at Narim, as he walked down from the stargate.
"You're not much better yourself, but age both leads us to high places, supreme commander now?" Narim grinned, noticing the monolithic form of the new gate room, "My this has changed, and in such a short time too."
"As you've said, we've made some pretty major changes since 2001, so I thought I might bring you up to speed." He gave Narim a small computer, the confused look on Narim caused O'Neill to sigh, pressing the on button for the Tollan, showing the image of earth's fleet in action against the Goa'uld, in the battle of Sol in 2008
Taken back by the showing of earths ships forcing the superior numbered force back, 7 Prometheus Battlecruisers pushed the dozens of Ha'taks back, using a mix of torpedoes and asgard pulse cannons, eventually the 4th American Battlecruiser, the Icarus, feel in battle, but her sister ship, the Daedalus rose from the earth, wielding the first of what is now the mainstream weapon in the GDI Fleet.
"Watch this thing, we got the idea off you." O'Neill smiled, pointing at the swift form of the Daedalus, moving towards the Goa'uld fleet, its long range weapons firing as much as they could. The Goa'uld ships noticed the Terran Battlecruiser, but didn't care, the Prometheus was thrown out of the fight, the Hood as well, and now the Avenger, Lantov and Anshan we're pushed into the sights of all 6 remaining Ha'taks. The Daedalus stopped, turning on its axis, and bring out the maximum firing arc of the newly installed cannon, the ions flowed into the barrel, and almost instantly after, let loose the thin but undeniably powerful beam.
The Goa'uld tried to evade, but it was futile in the end, the beam completely sliced through its first target, and damaged the one behind it severely, the remaining starships and fighters pushed on the offensive, four on four, and the death glider escorts cut apart, the attack force had no chance, after a constant running battle, they eventually retreated, leaving the battered remains of earths fleet.
Narim looked in shock, "Those we're your ships? We had assumed you would have only started designing interstellar capable ships, let alone have a small fleet, and what was that beam weapon? It is monstrously powerful, not ever our own io.." he stopped at O'Neill's gestures, not knowing much of Earth customs, he assumed it meant 'shut up' as Samantha had commonly told him to do once he started rambling.
"We can save this for later, suffice to say that battle was the biggest change the people of earth ever had to deal with." General Davis said as he ushered both the Tollan and his commanding officer into the briefing room.
Luna Orbit, Beliskner
'O'Neill will die for this.' Ronson thought to himself, as the Langaran Military representative rambled on and on about Earths plans on dominating any alliance made, suffice to say, the Governments actual ambassador, Jonas Quinn, was less the pleased.
"General Hagar, I think we have heard your opinion well enough, but as the moderator of this conference I must ask you to please sit down." Thor said, in an almost restrained tone from his specially designed chair at the end of the conference table.
The Langeran General gave a slight grunt, before reluctantly sitting into the chair. Thor sighed inwardly 'it's the great alliance all over again' he thought, reminiscing the debates that went on and on between all four races, thousands of years ago. "You all represent the best hope for defeating the Goa'uld threat, a threat that we ourselves are willing to aid in the elimination of, but this effort requires unity, something that many of you are lacking." The asgard said while holding his stare at General Hagar. "You have all made giant individual strides in holding back the forces of Baal, even pushing them back, but you have yet to face his true force, as both the people of Earth and ourselves continue to warn you." The screen on the opposite end of the conference room activated, the holographic image showing specifications on numerous Goa'uld ship designs, "What you currently have dealt with, are upgraded Ha'tak vessels and other standard ships," the image focused in on a single design, quite similar to a Ha'tak, but still noticeably different in size, "This is a Shal'kra class Mothership, usually only used as flagships for minor Goa'uld, Baal has been bring their production to full, we believe he is waiting until the numbers are sufficiently large enough, to use this new force to begin a new offensive."
"How many of these things will we have to deal with?" Admiral Pergas of the Hebridian Navy asked, his hybrid of human and alien features we're easily standing out against many of the human representatives, in fact barring themselves, the Free Jaffa Nation, and Thor, they we're the only non-humans in this group, many of the alien groups invited declined, mostly due to xenophobia to the huge amount of human cultures spread across the milky way like a plague.
"Approximately 500 are nearing completion, now that Baal has almost completely absorbed all Goa'uld territory, he will shift focus to all of you, and your worlds." Thor said, adjusting the holographic image from the numerous ship displays, to one of the Milky Way galaxy, and with it, dozens of multi coloured lights, highlighting the better known stars, but highly concentrated, and very small in the galactic realm "These systems represent those under the control of those nations here." Thor said, moving the view directly over the Sol-Sirius Sectors, small amounts of blue stars we're indicated on the twin sectors of 100 light years cube, the stars of Sol, Alpha Centauri, the colonies of Kusari, Liberty, Hispania, Bretonia and Rheinland as well. "As you can see, Terran space is while not necessarily the most developed, but the largest of all space, representing nearly a dozen worlds, while also having the 2nd largest, but most powerful fleet, it will no doubt be Baal's first target."
The map zoomed out once again, to the full galactic plane, a rush of red stars filling the map, it almost looked like it occupied a good 50 of the galaxy, many delegates watched in horror, at how close this red swarm was to their respective worlds, only the Terrans we're not surprised, when it was clear their space was right on the very edge of the crimson perimeter. Thor closed his eyes for a few seconds, as if in regret, "This is Baal's space, he has spent the last two decades absorbing all occupied, and former Goa'uld worlds into his fold, the only human worlds left free from his grasp, are those that have openly resisted him, most of which are you." He informed to the ambassadors and military leaders, the surprising, shock and fear was almost overwhelming.
Ronson was the first to ask the question on everyone's mind, "Commander….exactly how many worlds does Baal have?"
Thor gave a saddened look, to the formerly confident leaders, now realising exactly what sort of struggle they were in, "40,000, 5000 of which are capable of producing military goods and 800 which are used as shipyards." The Asgard said, knowing that now the worlds realised exactly what sort of fight they were in for, as the screams and outrages from the delegations echoed through the Beliskner vast hall ways, 'they thought they were winning, yet they only now realise they have barely begun.'