Disclosure
by Chaoseternus

The Truth Is Out At Last, Are You Ready For It?

Thirty-Two

Reeman waited, his hand resting, waiting on the single jury-rigged control that would allow them to open the final set of blast doors and enter the gateroom itself. He glanced across, quickly checking the readiness of his teams, his people one last time.

They were ready, or at least as ready as they would ever be.

Not that anyone was ever truly ready to die of course, and that was certainly what a few of them would be doing today.

A whirring sounded, closing in the distance, and weapon raised in his other hand, he glanced down the smoky corridor, hoping that it wasn't another enemy coming up to their rear.

The smoke solidified, a dark shape, and then fled, allowing the dark shape of a MALP to appear in his vision. Nodding, Reeman smiled, tightly, relieved.

Their cover was here, he hadn't been sure that Devon would manage to jury-rig one of them in time, but still, he knew she would hurry and he knew she would give it her all. Apparently, her all was enough for the task at hand. Now, they at least would have some cover as they entered this last, unholy battlefield.

He nodded at his people, and nodding acknowledgement of his unspoken order, they made one last check of their weapons and armour. A second nod, and Gibbs and the survivors of her team darted behind the blackened shape of the MALP as it slowly yet surely moved towards the blastdoor.

They had volunteered for the most dangerous part of this deadly assault, the initial breech. Even with the protection provided by the bulk of the heavy remote utility vehicle, they knew they would most likely all die, yet they had volunteered anyway.

Reeman knew he would never forget the understanding and determination in their eyes as they stepped forward to a man, however long a life he might actually have left. Of course, they wouldn't be assaulting on their own, his own people were arrayed on both sides of the door, weapons at ready, waiting to give the few what supporting fire they could, assisted by the few able Stargate Command personnel, but they had a different primary task.

Keep the NEST boys alive, and make sure their valiant assistant Willow didn't do something rash which would drain her of the last of her reserves. That last few drops of power she had was their backup plan, meagre though it now was, and if anything happened to her, all this could literally be for naught.

A last nod, and swiftly, he dropped his hand, finally completing the electrical circuit.

With a rasping, screeching whir of protesting motors, the heavy solid metal door began its swift journey upwards.


“"He can't be serious!”"

“"He can be,"” Carman shrugged, “"and I know him to well to think he's joking. Not about this, not in this situation”"

“"So,"” Zander grimaced, “"we have orders from fleet to drop and orders from some jumped up turkey who thinks he's a battalion commander to rig for evac, geez, what do we do?"”

“"Drop the sarcasm, and strap in for drop,”" Carman glanced out the window and shuddered, "“at the moment though, he probably thinks he's just a platoon leader, everyone else..."”

Grimacing at the callousness of his own words, Zander swung around in his restraining harness, and shouted into the passenger compartment, “"landing in 15 seconds... LZ is hot; expect retreating friendly's on the ground and perimeter breeches”"

“"Damnit,"” Zander cursed, as the Paladin shuddered, abruptly, viscously, alarms blaring absurdly melodically in the harsh, smoky cockpit, “"What was that?”"

“"Missile close aboard,”" she resisted the urge to curse, it wasn't something she had gotten herself a name for and even now, she wasn't going to start, “"we can land… but I don't think we'll be taking off again”"

“"Great,"” Zander shook his head, his hands racing over the control panels as he sought and failed to disprove the younger pilot's appraisal. With an annoyed sigh, he turned his head, shouting at the suddenly fearful soldiers to strap in, as beside him, Carman made the call.

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, this is Paladin Mike-Hotel Six-Four-Zero, callsign Roger Young. We are going down, I repeat, we are going down”"


“"Hold the line,"” Lucien roared, his voice sounding loud, clear and determined despite the racket as around him, staffs, zats, rifles and machine guns spat their grim songs of death, “"Don't let the buggers through”"

"There is no retreat from here, men!" Paxton "You must die where you stand"

“"Ay Ay, Sir Colin if needs be we'll do that" , but” Lucien added, “"we aren't Scottish and this sure as hell isn't the Battle of Balaclava!”"

“"Sure as hell feels like it,”" Paxton noted, dropping his depleted rifle for a pistol, as another volley of fire saw Jaffa dying in droves as they attempted to break the soldier's positions, “"and we could really do with a charge of the heavy brigade right now”"

Paxton blinked, and then gaped as right in front of his eyes a large piece of English countryside vanished beneath a boiling mass of flames, incidentally killing a lot of Jaffa. Coolly, he glanced up, finally noticing the roaring as a trio of Tornado bombers vanished swiftly into the distance.

“"Of course,"” he casually noted, "“air support will do just fine too”"

“"We must have killed enough of those blasted anti-air guns for them to start risking low level operations again,”" Reeman noted.

“"Probably,"” Paxton reached back down for his rifle as the Jaffa began to retreat, confused, awed and broken by the loses that in an eyeblink had been inflicted upon them, “"blast, do you suppose they could chuck us some more ammo? I appear to be out..."


“Scattered fighting around Paris as the city is left to burn, hot, fiery and out of control. So far, the allied forces have reported five serious attempts by cultist controlled forces to break out of the city, however each has been repulsed.

Despite demands from several world leaders for the allies to retake the city and stop the fires, as yet no such attempt has been made, however fifteen minutes ago the new Allied Commander, General Fielding, reported that ‘under the conditions of elevated radiation and hostile forces, any attempt to put out the fires with the equipment currently available would lead to failure'

Reports that reinforcements, to include several Fire Companies have been requested have not yet been confirmed”


“Heavy fighting, all around me is chaos as alien Staffs into the retreating line of British Soldiery. They are inside the city itself now, but this is where the British are showing their mettle, this is where they are king. No other nation has the same level of experience in city fighting and the same quality of training and equipment.

It is showing, for every soldier that falls, at least ten Jaffa appear to drop and yet the Jaffa are still winning. They have the numbers to accept a battle of attrition and the British don't, not by any stretch of the imagination.

Already, we are seeing increasing numbers of Police Swat units and scratch companies of civilians joining the defensive line despite the ongoing evacuation of the city.

Whether they can hold long enough for reinforcements to arrive is unknown, what is known is that finally Air Support is starting to arrive. At the moment, the Apaches and Tornadoes are concentrating on killing anti-air weaponry but when they are gone, they will surely make their presence felt”