Disclosure
by Chaoseternus

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

Fourty-Seven

"Radiological Alarm!"

There are lots of things you hope to hear when you leave jump, and equally as many things you don't want to hear. That certainly fell into the later category.

"Raise shields, set condition two and report status" Adama barked, abandoning his coffee as he strode towards the central control desk.

"Sir, we have multiple inbound nukes… I'm reading approximately fifty,"

"Set condition one throughout the ship," the Commander barked swiftly, "set weapons free and launch the Alert Five Vipers "

"Yes Sir," Chief Petty Officer Agapi replied, "Sir, Thundersdawn station is attempting to upload a tactical update to our computers. Hash-check confirms, rotating password confirms, no indications that the station is compromised, no indications the data stream has been corrupted"

"Accept," Adama frowned, he didn't like having any kind of networked computers on his ship, but unfortunately the Tau'ri systems the upgrade had added often required them, though the Tau'ri had certainly made a great deal of effort to ensure that they were secure and minimal, the thought of allowing any kind of remote connection to his ships systems…. Yet he had dropped in, expecting to just swap the Viper squadron that had been loaned to the Tau'ri and found his ship under heavy attack. He needed that update; he needed to know what the frak was going on.

"Sir, Virgon and Libra are requesting permission to launch," Agapi replied, her accent thick, lilting, distinctive, reminding everyone with every word she spoke of the Gemon Uplanders, hidden deep within the mountains of that former colony, "Recommend against, the inbounds are too close"

Adama nodded, his eyes tracking up to the Sensor repeater installed above the central console for just a second, "agreed. Tell Dualla she will just have to ride this one out"

He grunted, his eyes tracking across the primary tactical display as it swiftly updated it self, the blood-red, threatening icon of an external data-feed prominent in the top corner of the display. He scowled, and it deepened as more and more icons appeared, dead craft, wild missiles, debris fields, craft squawking for assistance, craft no longer responding at all, and the swarms of hostile missiles, their icon screaming not just threat, but of the Great Enemy, the Cylons.

"A Raid," he spat out disgusted, "the missiles aren't even aimed at us, they're aimed at the planets surface"

Adama shook his head, well aware that at his words the bridge had utterly stilled; this hit a little too close for comfort for far too many Colonials.

"Kill those missiles, and do it fast"

Even as he spoke, the first missile indicator crossed the thin green line that marked the outer boundary of Galactica's Tau'ri made CIWS batteries engagement envelope, and promptly vanished.


"Abominations!" Tea'tec was alarmed, disgusted and dismayed.

He knew that his master was a God, and yet he committed the unthinkable, he consorted with the fallen, with the demon, to bring back their rein upon this Earth. Even as he watched, he could see blood seeping out of the ground as Iblis's sourcers, alive in name only, continued their wretched chanting, their eyes vacant, bland, clearly under the control of the Nish'ta as even before his eyes, their bodies corrupted with the darkness they were channelling.

No, God he might be, but Tea'tec could see with his own eyes that Iblis had committed an act which consigned him unto the Fallen, therefore he deserved no loyalty.

The Tau'ri, as much as he hated to say it, had the right of this situation.

He would have to stop the fight, arrange a truce, arrange to join forces to stop this abomination in its tracks and he would have to do it fast.

Then, he would find a way to see to Iblis, he would have to kill the Fallen God.


"Kree Jaffa, Ni'ya! Kree'ta Sha'lokma'kor, Iblis Kresh'taa Kalash! Tyger, Tok Tuat Iblis Kree!"

"What the hell is he shouting about?" Lucien asked wonderingly, his alien pistols raised, and then he frowned, his head turning disbelievingly as he heard the started shout of the Jaffa, or at least those few who had learned English, shouting to cease fire.

The fire from both sides slowed, and then abruptly stopped. The sudden silence was disquieting, almost unnatural.

Lucien ignored it, though it sent a shiver deep into his soul, and glanced across, looking for whoever had shouted for the cease fire. The unknown Jaffa was still shouting, it sounded as if he was repeating his message, not that it mattered, he couldn't understand a word of it. All he knew was that the enemy Jaffa had turned their weapons away from his troops and were slowly, grimly, heading as one towards the last door, the one Lucien's instincts told him led directly to the hellmouth himself.

The Jaffa spoke again, this time it was definitely a repetition. This time however, his words were joined by those of a second Jaffa, apparently translating.

"Attention Jaffa, Listen! Stop that killing, for Iblis has outcast his soul! Stop, and resist the underworld Iblis has summoned"

Lucien shook his head disbelieving, it couldn't be, not after this, not after all this death and sacrifice… The enemy could not just turn their guns away and join them in their fight!

Yet, it appeared they had.


"Sir," Penhall glanced up puzzled, hi hands pressing his headphones deeper into his ears, as if he could not truly believe what he was hearing, "reports from all quadrants… all resistance had ceased. The Jaffa have stopped fighting"

Hendricks smiled, and then broke out into a full grin, "perfect, I want as many units as possible poured into securing the Goa'uld base and I want a full fifty men escorting the Devon Coven into position"

"Sir…" Penhall's voice was disbelieving, wondering, "the enemy Jaffa… they are requesting permission to assist. Something about a line that should not be crossed, I don't understand the messages I am receiving sir"

Gel'tec chuckled, it was a dark, dry laugh, heavy laced with irony, "Iblis would not have told them what he was doing, he knew that they would turn against him if they knew. If every one of his Jaffa has stopped fighting however, then I am afraid your jamming technologies need some work"

Penhall frowned, glancing across his scrolling displays, even as his hands kept his headphones tight against his head, "he's right sir, every enemy Jaffa, all within mere minutes of each other"

"If you believe in Gods," Gel'tec shook his head, "then you must at some level believe in the anti-god, the demon. I am afraid that Iblis's actions have condemned him, for all we hate to speak of it, we all know of the demon and by actively consorting with such, Iblis is outcast by all Goa'uld and Jaffa"

"This will change things," Vladin noted, "Iblis is a servant of Anubis, if the Jaffa spread this incident then Anubis might lose the support of all his surviving Jaffa"

"That," Hendricks frowned, "is not a question for now. We escort the Coven in, arrange for them to be protected whilst they do their jobs. At the same time… we need to move a lot of troops, we need to be ready should they fail"

Vladin nodded, his head tracking wearily towards the central tactical display, "you are right of course comrade"

"Now, first thing I suggest we do is set up a killing field around the base, with positions…."