Disclosure
by Chaoseternus

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

Fourty-three

"So," Lucien spat out, "you're a Goa'uld"

"Yes," the voice was weary, annoyed and resigned.

"Why help us?"

"You are blunt, aren't you?" The Goa'uld sneered, "very well. Iblis ordered me to hide amongst the Jaffa, pretend to be one of them and report back. The last year alone, I have rooted out ten Free Jaffa agents and reported fifty more whose loyalties were questionable to Iblis. Unfortunately, Iblis is no longer here…"

"What?" Lucien slammed upright, adrenaline flushing through his body once more, making all the aches and pains of overstrained and overused muscles vanish, "explain yourself!"

"Iblis no longer feels his position here is tenable," came the response, "as such he has abandoned his Jaffa here to keep you distracted as long as possible, the mages are still working to open the hellmouth for that same reason. He has few supersoldiers, I suspect he is using them as a personal bodyguard whilst he escapes through your lines. He controls the only route of escape left, I believe it is an Al-kesh , therefore if the mages succeed I will die and perhaps worse"

"And you wish to live," Lucien nodded.

"Indeed, I propose a deal. If I give you my every assistance, you will arrange for me to be sent through the chaap'ai to a place where I may continue as I please"

"Hmm," Lucien frowned, then pulled the trigger of his staff, sending a burst of energy right into the head of the Goa'uld, "no deal, don't want you jumping hosts on me"

"You want me to pass what he said onto command sir?" Paxton asked at his side, weariness echoing through the reservist's voice.

"Yes, quickly please," Lucien replied, "if that's true, then somebody is about to get a very nasty surprise"


Something felt wrong, he was being watched.

But where from?

He couldn't see anyone at his front, but it was moving into twilight, always the worst time for trying to see as the eyes couldn't adapt quick enough between the bright sky and the dark ground.

A shiver ran through his body, and he stilled, then spun around, rifle already raised in his hands.

His body broken and torn, the young, scared Private joined the long list of the dead.


"Michael," the Captain spat into his radio exasperated, "I saw that… please tell me you don't have your flashlight and head buried in a book again"

"Michael," he continued, when it became obvious that the target of his ire had no intention of responding, "I'm warning you, we're under combat conditions now and we are very undergunned. If anyone dies because you couldn't get you head out of a book for just one mission, then I will have your guts for garters"

"Captain,"

A voice screamed, and Captain McCann looked up swiftly, seeing only a dark form that knocked him off his feet and heavily into the side of his hastily dug shell-scrape. The body above him jerked, bolts of light flashing all around him, and sudden sharp pain pierced his legs, then his chest.

His left lung screaming, McCann glanced up, over the body of his momentary saviour, and saw death.

It seemed that time paused for a moment, an eternity as McCann held the eyes of his death, then his hand, still clasped around his radio, jerked into life, bringing the black box towards his mouth, transmit button clasped in a deaths grip.

"Outer-ring seven, Daedalus ! Daedalus! Daedalus!"

There was a flash, and McCann knew no more.


"Outer-ring seven, that's on the other side of the Goa'uld base from the primary assault. The forces we have in that area… well, they are pickets at best. Just about suitable for getting a warning out before they are overrun"

"Which," Vladin noted grimly, "is exactly what they did. We need to monitor their movements but if they are moving away from the battle…"

"We have a satellite overhead," Penhall pointed out swiftly.

"Da," Vladin nodded sharply, "is it realtime capable?"

"Yes sir,"

"Then it is to be retasked, have it monitor the supersoldiers"

"No," Hendricks stepped away from the primary tactical display towards the two officers, "pass the word to the Ha'taks. They will kill the supersoldiers as planned; we cannot have any of them running loose"

"Aye Sir," Penhall noted, his hands racing over his keyboard once more.

"The assault goes well," Gel'tec noted, his gaze firmly held by the flickering light of the tactical display, icons moving with deadly purpose across the massive screen, "but the rearguard is weakening"

Hendricks nodded his agreement as he turned back to the display, "agreed, but…"

The screen flashed black for a moment, then steadied, new icons appearing representing fires in the Jaffa ranks and the racing forms of two Harriers diving back across the enemy lines.

"The air support is apparently here at least"

"Those fighters did not appear on the display until they had attacked," the aged Jaffa pointed out.

"I know," Hendricks shook his head, "the display is useful, but you must remember, it is only accurate as the reports that are fed into its computers and the swiftness with which they are added"

Gel'tec frowned, "how do you tell when the last report was fed in for each representive blip?"

Hendricks shrugged, "as I understand it, that is planned for the next revision. This is one of the SGCs newest and unfinished toys, a battlefield control computer capable of controlling not only planetary based assets involved in a battle, but extra-planetary as well"

"Then that blip, it is in orbit?"

"Yes," Hendricks replied, tapping at the indicated blip, "it is in fact a cylon basestar…"

The generals eyes widened with horror, "oh bloody hell!"


"New contact, faint"

Dodge glanced around as the voice sounded from the Tactical console of his bridge, "Tentatively identify as a Dauntless II, most likely Defiant. Seems Enerina had the same idea Captain"

"Can she pick us up?"

"Unlikely, her sensors are capable of it, probably more so, later models, but it's a green crew"

"Not quite," Dodge noted, knowing full well that most of Enerinas crew were survivors of the Del Shakka Mel.

"She's been detected, Basestar is launching fighters"

Alright then…" Dodge grinned, like a shark, " Battlestations! Drop stealth, all weapons, fire as you bear"


Basestar BX-OE-65-E3 realized in point-zero-one of a second that it was dead.

The Tau'ri had successfully defeated its sensors to a point where two warships could close to lethal range before detection, and had managed to catch the massive vessel whilst its drives were recycling, unable yet to trigger another jump. The Tau'ri had opened fire whilst the shields were being raised and had successfully destroyed two generators, creating a gap in the coverage.

They would exploit that, the basestar knew they were good at that.

Its options were simple then, the basestar itself might not be able to escape but its fighters could and preservation of resources was unfortunately a very real directive now. It remembered to fondly the days it could just send wave after wave of its mindless brethren after the Galactica, letting them die to make those pitiful survivors think the cylons still intended to destroy them.

As for itself, why it would just have to make the Tau'ri pay before it died.

It thoughts complete, the basestar transmitted its orders.


"Vampire! Vampire! Vampire!"

Dodge glanced around, his mouth already opening to bark his orders when his tactical officer continued, "radiological alarm, ninety plus inbound nukes"

Dodges mouth suddenly went dry; nukes weren't anti-ship weapons, after all, most ships had shields that could shrug off several nukes, but ninety plus?

"Double shields! CIWS free! Break off, get us out of here, flank speed!"


"How many?" Enerina demanded, startled and very unamused.

"I'm reading 250 nukes launched, they've shot their load Captain, Intel suggests that's all a basestar carries" Egerist replied, her eyes not leaving her displays.

"And you trust Intel?" Enerina asked ironically, "rig ship for micro-jump…. And prepare to drag our jump point. We need a net… a jump point will do fine enough"

Egerist blinked, she had been Enerinas most loyal servant for years and was one of the few who could truly say they knew the Goa'uld well. Still, occasionally, even she could be surprised.

"That'll kill our hyperdrives," she replied.

"Then we kill them!" Enerina smiled at her first prime, "I'm sure under the circumstances Peters wont say too much about having to replace them so soon"

Egerist nodded, and then opened an internal channel to engineering.


"How many?" Peters paled as she glanced across at the tactical displays, "250 Captain, 90 aimed at Stingray, they're fleeing…"

"Cant fucking blame them," Peters noted.

"100 aimed at Defiant , shes rigging for jump, 60 heading for Earth"

"Defences?"

"Minimal… most of the nukes appear to be headed for Europe. There are scattered patches of Def Sat coverage and I have ordered all available support craft to intercept, but captain…"

Peters grimly nodded, knowing exactly what she was going to hear, "We're going to see leakers. Lots of them"