Disclosure
by Chaoseternus

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

Chapter Fourty-four

New Contacts
Verifying
Profile match: Missile, Cylon
Radiological Traces: All Contacts
Interrogate Stage One: Database indicates no expected / authorised transits matching contact parameters
Interrogate Stage Two: IFF: no response
Interrogate Stage Three: General Transmit: Response: Contacts MC1807, MC1654 shifted course. New flight profile indicated: Designated HARM. Profile hostile
Interrogate Stage Four: Check Flight Profile: Profile Hostile
Override One: Hostility Probability now 87: Interrogate Bypassed
Remote Control Bypassed: Weapons Auto-free
Contacts MASTER designated
Sensors to Tracking
Systems to Condition RED: Weapons charge: Power systems: Auto-energise All: Transmit Report: Burst mode
Activate Battlenet: Domain is UK-London-RSS
Battlenet: Nine Responses: Add Nine Peers to Battlenet: Peers respond as DEFSATTypeOne
Battlenet: Log: Responses indicated: Battlenets Active: Domain UK-Birmingham-RSS: 5 Peers Domain UK-RSSStAthen-RSS: 5 Peers No Other Domains Detected Area: UK
Battlenet: Collating Target lists
Checking For Mobile Domains
Mobile Domain Detected: Stingray: Edge Of Range Error
Assigning Target Priorities
Priorities Set: Threat to Battlenet Peer: Threat Profiler Path Of Most Contacts
Battlenet Ready
Weapons range in 460 Seconds


Basestar BX-OE-65-E3 revised its options swiftly; the Tau'ri it seemed prized self-preservation too much. Analysis suggested the best option would be to accept the missile swarm rather then risk damage to the Primary, i.e. the Earth.

It would be added to the report, as would its analysis of the viability of future hit and run assaults. The ability of the Tau'ri to react and adapt was high, but there was little doubt that ability would be degraded by repeated attacks.

Then, at last they would have them, and one threat to Cylon Supremacy would be removed.

In the meantime, it had six minutes left before its drives would be charged enough for it to escape.

The Tau'ri would not be back before then.


Penhall cursed abruptly, "Sirs, the next wave of reinforcements has been delayed"

"What?" Hendricks stamped across to the Majors console, consternation written across his face, "We can't afford that"

"Commodore Peters has ordered all craft with CIWS systems to place themselves between the cylon missiles and Earth sir"

Hendricks mouth slipped into a thin hard line, "I thought the Paladins were only lightly armed"

"Yes sir," Penhall noted, "the older models have only a pair of fixed forward firing pulse turrets but we've had the later models performing hot-drops as Vladin suggested, there pulse lasers have been shifted to a turret mount"

"And exactly how much good will that do?" Hendricks asked, "I need those reinforcements"

Penhall shrugged, "as I understand it, with sixty nukes inbound they're using everything that has a CIWS battery and still coming up short"

The note of reprimand in the Majors voice was mild, but Hendricks caught it nonetheless and was forced to accept it as he realized exactly what kind of arse he had just sounded like.

Penhall winced, his eyes still tracking across his displays, "we have inbound. Missile profile suggests touch-down possible for six missiles within a six mile radius"

"Jesus," Hendricks replied, his tone quiet and heart-felt.


"They're too many," Georgiy noted quietly, "I doubt we can force our way past that many Jaffa"

"They're too many is right," Lucien noted, "If we were to check, I bet we would find that at some point recently, the number of contact reports will have dropped off rapidly"

"You think they have recalled everyone to this point?" Paxton asked, swiftly catching on.

"That would figure," Georgiy replied, looking through his binoculars with new eyes. They stopped their swift traversal of the Goa'uld lines, "gotcha. Check out the sixth Jaffa on the left of Mr Gold Tattoo there"

Lucien swiftly glanced across, then nodded, "gun shot wounds… only we're the first ones here"

"Lots of dead Jaffa too," Paxton noted, "what's the betting the Goa'uld decided that with Free Jaffa on our side, he couldn't risk letting more Jaffa slip behind his lines once we had gotten so far inside the complex"

Lucien thought about that a moment, "sounds about right"

"Question," Georgiy nodded, his Russian accent coming through his passable English, "the… First Prime, does he look intelligent type to you? Type to wonder, question perhaps?"

Lucien considered this, glancing carefully across at the individual in question, "you have an idea?"

"Just an idea about… what you call it, a public awareness broadcast?"

Paxton blinked, sharing a look with Lucien, "Oh, I am all ears"


"Nukes are still tracking us sir,"

"Good," Dodge replied, smiling at Emily, "I think we've drawn them far enough off. Micro-jump us into Earth orbit please, place us in the Defensive perimeter"

Commander Lake smiled, "Aye sir,