Beliskner, Conference Room
Around the strange purple coloured table, the dozens of representatives chatted in small circles, one in particular hosted some familiar faces, Ambassadors Jackson and Quinn, chatting away with Admiral Ronson, who despite the look on his face, was seriously bored. Occasionally turning from left to right, starring at the other groups, he once again noticed Thor approaching him, gesturing him to approach, he smiled slightly 'finally.' The admiral turned to the ambassadors, "Excuse me for a moment,' both nodded kindly as he dashed quickly to the Asgard.
"Yes Commander?" The human admiral asked the small being in front of him
"O'Neill asked me to inform you that your duty here is no longer required, he will be arriving to replace you momentarily."
Ronson gave a sigh of relief, rubbing his hands across his face and into his hair "Thank god!" not realising that the Asgard was still looking at him, somewhat amused.
Smiling, or the Asgard equivalent to smiling, the Asgard began "I'm quite sure O'Neill would have the same feeling, however he also requested that you return to the ….Thor, apparently there are problems in one of your colonies, and he requires you to aid in the matter."
Nodding in acknowledgement, he brought out the small sliver device from his belt, and pressed on the lone button 3 times, the admiral was engulfed in a flash of white light, the Thor's Asgard transporters whisking him away from the conference room, the thing is, the representatives did not really take notice, the use of Asgard transporters was now wide spread across earth, and soon to go into commercial use.
ESS Thor
Just outside the bridge, the flash of light dissipated to show Admiral Ronson standing on the bright floor panels that made Asgard transport beams possible, without the Asgard sensors, a signal must be sent from the small beacon devices that have been in use ever since Prometheus first got Asgard transporters.
Now the Admiral proceeded calmly towards the bridge, the open transporter room connected straight to the briefing room, where several officers busily went through reports and the like, some didn't even notice him, others gave a short salute before returning back to work, he didn't really mind either way, as long as they're alert when general quarters..
"Admiral!" the worlds startled Ronson, almost tripping on the ledge connecting to the bridge, he turned to face the voice, Lieutenant-Commander Wellings stopped his sprint, realising what he had done.
"Any reason why you're running in a non-running area Commander?" Ronson asked with a slight strain in his voice, as he stretched back into a proper posture.
"Sir, since your back I assume you got the message." The officer stated more then asked.
Ronson frowned, "Yes, but not the specifics, where are we going and what's the problem?"
"New Tokyo is under attack sir, the Goa'uld has sent some form of new mothership there, as well as those advanced fighters that are causing head-aches at Tegrea."
"Our orders?"
Looking into his pocket PC, the commander went through the messages, one news report had shown the devastation effecting Rome, so much had happened today, and it happened quickly. Finding the report sent by NORAD, which now found itself in charge of directing all military communication throughout the Milky Way, "We are to set a course to New Tokyo, the Reliant should be ready to assist the Yamato in several minutes, also a Russia Taskforce, the Pukov Battlegroup should be there soon as well."
Ronson gave a quick run over the info, nodding professionally, "Very well then, sound General Quarters, send a ship wide comm. Message, we're jumping to hyper in 2 minutes."
"Aye sir."
The commander headed towards the comm. Station, the Admiral to the big chair, and all that ran through Ronson's head was 'I'm getting too old for this shit.'
New Tokyo System
11 Orca's approached the giant starship, the swift dull-yellow forms of the gunship's streaked through space, leaving the constant fighter swarms duking it out behind them, the flight leader turned around to hold them off while the rest of the squadron zoomed in ahead.
"This is Delta 2, taking command, 3,4,5 and 6, form up with me."
"Roger that Delta Leader."
5 orca's broke off from the main group, turning sharply towards the Yamato, the Carrier was slowly turning across the Mothership's broadside the nearer they got to the two engaging ships, the full acknowledgement of their power was aware to the pilots. Giant blue energy bolts fired from the Yamato's heavy cannons smashed on the dull orange layer of light surrounding the mothership, the bolt strained slightly before splashing across the grid, a ripple of ionized energy made its way across the shield, with that blast the grid actually burst open, the wave of energy fell through and slammed against the hull, melting away at the heavy armour like it was wax.
Delta two grinned slightly, 'perfect', changing the comm. Frequency to that of the carrier, "Yamato this is delta wing, cease fire on the opening, we're beginning our attack!"
"Roger that Delta, the path is clear."
ESS Reliant, Hyperspace
On the final approach to New Tokyo, the Reliant and her escort destroyers, the Threshold ,Warlock and Jacob Carter bringing up Port, starboard and ventral, cruised through hyperspace, the Swiftsure class Heavy Destroyers, as well as the newer George Hammond Class we're absolutely dwarfed by the Yamato class Carrier they were escorting, not even a quarter the length, yet they we're no force to under-estimate, both classes we're specially designed to take out either capital ships, or fighters, and they do their job well.
Foster starred intensely at his consoles LCD screen, the scans sent from the Yamato with the distress call had shown that this new mothership design was extremely different from other Motherships used by the goa'uld. For one it lacked a lot of heavy weapons commonly seen on Goa'uld Ships, but still extensive point defense cannons. Also , more detailed scans had revealed the extended hanger bays, and estimate on the number of fighters, in the mid-hundreds was the best guess so far.
'So they've built themselves a carrier, too bad they don't know how to use the bloody things properly.'
"Sir we're approaching the edge of the system." The navigation officer reported, "We'll be exiting in 7 seconds."
Foster changed the console from the Motherships specifications, to that of a full tactical view of the New Tokyo system, even with hyperspace affecting the real-space sensors, a real-time scan of the battle was clear. "Sound General Quarters, fighters to launch on my mark."
"Exiting hyperspace"
New Tokyo System
Amidst the battle taking place, Orca gunship's we're doing strafing runs across the Mothership's armour with limited effectiveness, the hundreds of anti-fighters guns fired almost blindly but undeniably numerously at the constantly evading Orca's, walls of plasma pulses kept firing at what their gunners considered annoying insects, until they all saw the newer, much more dangerous target.
The giant maelstrom, of a hyperspace window opened into real space, almost 3 kilometer off the duking capital ships, it was an insanely accurate move, as 3 of the ships moved the assist the Yamato and her heavy assault wing, the Jacob Carter broke off to reinforce the still dog fighting interceptors.
The Yamato made a pass on the starboard bow, turning as sharply as it could, the reinforcements sent a hailstorm of heavy railgun fire, and the occasional torpedo, the Yamato's geometric frame joined up with her sister ship, as the twin strike carriers charged in relentlessly.
Beliskner
The break still going on, the Ambassadors of Earth and Langara we're still chatting away, the subject changed from personal to professional however, and one particular point that Daniel Jackson had been wanting to talk about for several months.
"Is it true that Langara is attempting to leave our alliance?" Jackson asked, his worry lines only increased with age.
Ambassador Quinn hesitantly nodded, "Officially no, but the way it's going now, I can see it happening in the next couple of months." Taking a gulp from his drink, "In fact if it wasn't for the efforts of myself and a few other like minded officials, as soon as we got the first Prometheus off Earth, we would have closed our borders."
Daniel was taken back, "Your joking right? I mean Langara is still only technologically up to late 20th century earth, we're helping it along, but even if you we're to completely retrofit the technology on the ships we've given to you, it would take years, not to mention the fact that it would put Langara behind the rest of the worlds in the alliance, what would they have to gain?"
Jonas shrugged, "The most part would be independence from Earth's domain, many members of the Joint Council think that Earth is expanding its influence over its allies in a way of cultural domination, this will also force Langara into full scale war against Baal, which I have the unfortunate duty of telling you, the Council does not accept."
Before Daniel could reply, yet another flash of white light engulfed the room, this time the delegates did take notice, turning to see the grinning form of General O'Neill, accompanied by a strangely clothed middle aged man.
"Hiya folks, look who we found in our neck of the woods?"
New Tokyo System
The heavy carriers stopped their charge, breaking off in different directions across the Mothership's shield, a short range barrage of rail bolts and SRM's we're left in their wake. Now the Yamato's Orca Squadron had left the opened shield, expending their ordinances on trying to break through the insanely heavy armour, it seemed that the shields we're barely anything level of protection compared to the hull itself, let alone the hundreds of cannons still active. Massive holes in the grid we're forming, and strike targets on the Point Defense cannons were taking place, the Warlock and Threshold both stayed back and fired with heavy railguns, unlike the Yamato class, the Swiftsure destroyer wasn't designed to take a pounding, and unlikely to even get close to that sort of weapons fire, they're defenses were based on speed, and no amount of that would help when the enemy has dozens upon dozens of light cannons firing at you.
ESS Reliant
The fresh battle carrier moved in closer to the mothership, its stronger shields held out against the hundreds of bolts drilling through the redundant shield systems that we're designed for the Yamato Class. Torpedoes we're considered useless against such levels of Point Defense, as the Gamma Wing of the Yamato quickly found out, entering the gapping hole in the shield grid, the relatively agile bombers could not possible get a lock on, they constantly had to evade the barrage. It came down to blind fire, 16 heavy torpedoes we're fired, none hit, the onslaught was too large for any missile or torpedo to get through.
Yet the Reliant continued on, railguns making precise shots against the heavily armoured turrets, spread across the Mothership's hull like spines on a hedgehog, its dozen or so Heavy Cannons taking the occasional shot at the carriers, ripping into layers of shield, but not doing any actual damage to the ships themselves.
'Thank god they don't have the super-heavy cannons, otherwise we'd be in a spot of trouble.' Foster thought, about to check over the fighter fleets status, a short sequence of beeps echoed through the bridge, the captain grinned. "Speak of the Devil."
10,000 kilometres from the battle, multiple hyperspace windows formed into a blaring vortex of light, dozens of small windows, and 3 large ones released the heavily armoured ships of the Russian Fleet, small kurgan corvettes, missile cruisers of the Tornado Class, twin Krasneyea carriers, but it all failed to live up to the image of the flagship, the bulky, yet awe inspiring form of the RNS Pukov, moving gracefully towards the ongoing battle between capital ships. Sparing no hand, it fired from maximum range, its sole energy cannon, a modified Goa'uld super-heavy cannon, instantly charged and fired a trio of 300 megaton bolts into what little remained of the Mothership's shields. All Foster could do was grin, "now this isn't very fair is it?" he asked to no one in particular.
Beliskner
The conference, once again started, with a noticeable addition to the representatives, instantly jumped to the topic of, why the Tollan Remnant we're willing to negotiate for an alliance, most speculated there was an agenda behind it, they we're right.
Narim, the lone standing representative cleared his throat, trying not to let the looks of awe and curiosity get to him, the Tollan were known throughout the galaxy as one of the few races that could openly resist the goa'uld, and had done so for quite some time before the attack on Tollana, as no doubt many of the nations brought together here, knew full well about.
"Despite only have rejoined Galactic Politics as off…30 minutes ago, we ask the representatives here to assist us in a matter of great importance to the Tollan people." Removing one of the several devices from his belt, he placed it softly on the table, pressing a few keys, a gigantic blue hologram burst to life, showing the spectacular image of stars, however it was much more zoomed in from Thor's display of the galaxy, showing not even a full sector of space.
Several stars become defined in a bright white light, one much more then the others "This is the Tollana System, the others indicated are our colonies, we have recently discovered that the populations of all these worlds still exist, and are fighting…I believe the term is guerrilla warfare, against the occupational forces. However…" turning off the hologram, he removed the device from the conference table, "They are reaching their limits, there is still a reasonably large fleet in Tollana's orbit, as well as ships above the colonies.", taking a inconspicuous, but none the less, deep breath 'this is it'," What we ask of each nation represented here, is to help us in the liberation of these worlds."
The response was mixed to say the least, some scoffed at the idea, others were curious, but most were willing…at a price.