Disclosure
by
Chaoseternus
The Truth Is Out At Last, Are You Ready For It?
Fourty-FiveFirst Prime Tea'tac was uneasy.
He had never felt the urge to question his Gods orders before, had looked down upon all those who questioned, who showed themselves to be weak, unworthy. Yet, today he found himself questioning.
He didn't like that, it was against the wishes of his God, Iblis, and despite that little voice inside that questioned, Iblis was definitely a God, after all, was he not ascended? Was he not clearly a higher power?
Damn the Tau'ri, he should have known this mission was troubled as soon as it was revealed where they were going, the unholy God-Slayers were always trouble, and whilst he appreciated the thought of stamping such murderous mik'tas out, he didn't appreciate being at the front lines against the devils.
And now…
Now there incessant prattling was getting on his nerves, fifteen minutes now they had been shouting falsehoods and lies across the gap between their two forces, a distraction he had first assumed whilst they moved more of their devil-spawn forces into place.
Tea'tec hated to do it, but he had to admire the simplicity and worse, both effectiveness and devilishness of their plan. They weren't distracting, they were trying… no, they were succeeding in sowing the seeds of doubt, of dishonourable thoughts into the minds of his Jaffa.
Damn the Tau'ri.
Oh, his Jaffa were breaking, they were too uncertain for that, after all, what is the point in making of run for the Tau'ri lines, hoping to surrender when you might find yourselves fired on not just from the Tau'ri but from your fellow Jaffa at your back too? It would be a particularly swift way to die uselessly.
But a questioning Jaffa is one who does not fight particularly well, a questioning Jaffa does not have the blessing of their God and as such, is weaker then a true Jaffa.
He saw no way he could stop the Tau'ri though.
Not when a part of him suspected the truth behind what they said.
Their God would abandon them if it ensured his continuing existence, that Tea'tac agreed with, and he would gladly die as such if it were required, but what could truly kill an ascendant, a true God? What in the name of Iblis could even threaten such a being?
And what was Iblis up to; was he really trying to open a Hellmouth?
He wouldn't, it was unholy.
He couldn't, it was not allowed, even for a God, for the beasts that escaped could never be truly controlled, instead they would corrupt, destroy and even be a threat to the Higher Powers of the Gods themselves.
It had happened before after all, and on this very world.
But Iblis had brought sourcerers, and they were only good for one thing….
As much as he hated to question his God, this he had to investigate. If this was true, then his duty was clear, by the unanimous Edict of the System Lords Iblis would have to die, it was one of the few orders Anubis had announced his agreement with.
Tea'tec wondered for a moment if the Over-God Anubis, highest of all Gods, truly knew what Iblis planned.
"What the hell are they doing?" Peters growled, the Defiant very much in her mind as the ships icon dived towards a missile swarm, its icon marked with the indicator for an active jump drive.
"They seem to be trying to sweep the missiles up Commodore, using their jump drives"
"That'll kill them pretty quickly" Peters snapped.
"Yes M'am, but they've killed thirty missiles already"
She scowled, "inform the portmaster, hes going to have to shuffle the schedules if we survive this. Defiant will need at least a full drive refit, most likely a whole new Jump drive"
Battlenet: Logging Kill: Master CM-1808 by DEFSATTypeOne-LON-RSS-4
Battlenet: New Target assigned: CM-1810 to DEFSATTypeOne-LON-RSS-4
Battlenet: Sensor Net Update: 43 Masters Remaining: Battlenet now in Masters Lethal Range
Battlenet: Peer Lost: DEFSATTypeOne-LON-RSS-2
Battlenet: Peer Lost: DEFSATTypeOne-LON-RSS-5
Battlenet: LOG: Leaked CM-1811: Uploading Tracking Data to Central Mainframes: Uploading Tracking Data to Battlenet: Ad-hocUK – Battlenet Type is Mobile/Support Units
Battlenet: New Peer Detected: Type Mobile: USS Stingray
Battlenet: Override accepted: Battlenet Type Changed to SERVER
Battlenet: 3 Peers Transferred to Stingray Control
"Times up," Hendricks announced, his eyes resting with an almost hatefilled glare at the bland, but devastating face of the clock on the walls, its white, plain plastics bright against the aged concrete and battered equipment that lined the walls, "we cant afford to wait any longer for more units to move into position. For better or for worse, we go now"
"Da Comrade," Vladin nodded, his eyes dark, pained, he knew all to well that they didn't have enough troops in place and that many would die, quite possibly for nothing, but time was up, they have no more choices.
"Many a time since I left the service of the false god Cronis I have wondered if there was truly such a thing as a God," Gel'tec shook his bowed head, "but never till now have I felt the urge to take the existence of such on faith. So, I ask any true Gods that may be listening to hear my prayer. May the deaths of our warriors be honourable, and may they not be in vein"
Hendricks nodded, touched, a tear glistening in the corner of his eyes, "amen"
"Amen," Vladin grimaced, "and go forth with valour"
"Penhall," Hendricks paused, a strange tightness in his chest, "give the word"
"All frontal units, advance to objective. I repeat; all frontal units, advance to objective. There can be no surrender, and no retreat. Luck, Penhall out"
Lucien nodded, gazing deeply into the eyes of his squad, "the cry is havoc, no mercy"
"God preserve us," Paxton whispered softly, then, his looted staff raised, began frenzied suppression fire at the Jaffa positions.
"Georgiy, O'Hale, Gregarin, suppressive fire, cover our advance as best you can. Everyone else, we charge on my mark" the SAS NCO briskly ordered, adrenaline flushing away the aches, pains and fatigue of the last few days.
Swiftly, he rose to a crouched, starter's position, then, he breathed deeply, once, filling his lungs with needed oxygen, the men behind him doing the same as word quickly passed back through the mere hundred lined up for the assault across the relatively open ground.
Lucien shouted, once, his feet already pumping as he led the charge, "at them men!"
The Jaffa were caught nervous, uncertain but not unprepared as the desperate Tau'ri launched their advance, joined by the forces of the Free Jaffa, their armour hastily painted blue so as to mark them separate from the Iblis's warriors.
The Tau'ri move was direct, brutal, whilst most of the warriors charged directly towards the Jaffa positions, not having any other choice given the lack of any cover, a number split to either side of the formation, standing still, tall, proud but vulnerable, they opened fire on the Jaffa positions with whatever weapons they had to had, rifles, machine guns, staffs, and zats.
Some Jaffa ducked, hiding behind cover at the onslaught; many didn't, firing resolutely at the charging mass.
The dieing began on both sides.
The world is red, blood red.
No its not, Lucien told himself, that bastard whacked you on the head and your bleeding, now get up and fight before some arsehole comes along and finished you off!
Jerkily, but swiftly, Lucien rose to his feat, his hands quickly diving for, and grabbing a set of discarded zats, he didn't know if they were his, he didn't care. They were weapons, they had ammo, and he could use them, nothing else mattered.
He dived down quickly again, noting swiftly that he was at the final blockade, that the enemy were right the other side of the thick, battered but low wall he was resting against.
It would be a perfect situation….
If he still had some grenades.
Damn, damn, fuck and blast.
He needed a grenade.
He glanced across the battlefield, mentally wincing at the scattered, battered bodies, there were far too many spilling their life's blood into the ground, far too many. Did they have enough people left to complete the mission?
Did it matter, they had to try regardless.
Then he saw them, four grenades attached to the torn body of a Russian private, far to far away for him to get them though. He glanced around, and caught the eye of a Lieutenant in an odd, almost Navy uniform bearing the markings of the space services.
It was obvious she wasn't long for this world, too much blood was spurting out of her body, her breathing too rasping, too harsh, screaming of a collapsed or punctured lung.
Perhaps… did she have it left in her to do one last service for the world?
He flicked his eyes once, twice towards the green and deadly eggs he required.
Puzzled, pained she glanced across.
Lucien saw here eyes widen, in surprise, the recognition.
She glanced at him disbelieving, questioning, then determined.
A scream, pained, tortured, gargled was wrenched out of her throat as she dragged herself towards the grenades with her hands, the few feet she moved revealing a bloody trail and her amputated leg.
She grabbed the grenades, tearing them from the dead soldiers body with a sob, and with an almighty, humbling cry, threw them straight towards him.
As Lucien grabbed the grenades out of the air, he noticed the writing on the females uniform, Lieutenant Castilian, Stores Officer.
As Lucien held Castilians eyes, thanking her silently as she dropped, unmoving to the ground, he promised himself that he would never forget her name as long as he lived.
