Disclaimer to the disclaimer: I wrote the beginning just after the shows whent out for vacation. I apologise for being out of date.
I'll tell you when each chapter was written. I could barely watch Atlantis yesterday, and Galactica was the episode with Cylon Model Reporter lady. So I apollogise
(for both being out of date, and a bad play on words.)
Brigadier General Jack O'neil walked along the outside of Cheyenne Mountain with Colonel Carter. He loved the view out here, and hoped Samantha would to. He had set up
a picnic basket up a bit higher on the mountain. He was hoping for a relaxing, romantic evening under the stars with Colonel Carter.
Boy was he in for a surprise. There was also another reason. He didn't want to be there when the Atlantis team returned for a visit, and McKay started rubbing it in Daniel's
face that he wasn't allowed on the mission, and flirting with Carter. He really didn't want that.
"Jack?" Carter asked.
"Hmm?" he said, looking at her.
"Are we expecting visitors?" She asked, pointing to the sky. An entire fleet of ships had just jumped in. They were large and small, and of all shapes and sizes.
"Holy Shit!" He yelled, staggering backwards from the place he was standing. He tripped on small rock, and almost fell. "Damnit.' He muttered.
"General!" Walter's voice said over the radio.
"I see it." The General replied. He hated it when this happens. Ya try to have a nice night out with his... Friend? Girlfriend? What should he call her. And then this happens. And just when Atlantis was returning for a visit too.
This could get difficult.
"Sir, we're recieving a transmission from the ships."
"Yes? How"
"They're sending on the same frequency." Walter's puzzled voice came over the radio.
"Can you wire them onto my radio?" He asked. He never got any excitement anymore. This could be helpful.
"Wiring now sir."
The radio fizzled a bit, and then a female voice came over it.
"People of Earth." Said the voice.
"Well, I'm one of 'em." He said cheerfully.
"Why don't I hear anything?" Said the woman.
A foreign, possibly English sounding voice said: "No, no. You have to press this button to hear them."
"Why did you make it so complicated?" Roslin asked her vice president.
"Listen," Said Baltar, quite distressed. "You're lucky I was even able to decode radio signals at all. I still can't figure out what the hell these things are"
He pointed at a row of monitors, all displaying various numbers. "I think they're video"
Six was leaning over his shoulder, and he tried hard not to look over. "Just reply to them." She whispered in his ear. "We have to get to earth. Only there can we protect out child."
"Would you leave me alone!" He whispered back at her.
"what was that?" Roslin asked.
"Nothing." He said quickly.
"Anyway, just press this button." He indicated to a button on a handset coming out of a mess of wires.
President Roslin pressed it.
"Hello? I know you're up there. You've got a hell of a lot of ships, and they don't hide easily." A raspy voice came over the radio.
"Yes?" Roslin said into the handset.
"Good, you're there." The raspy voice said.
"Yes. Now, we wish to speak to you're planet's governor." She said.
"Our planet's governor?" O'neill asked in surprise, as Carter giggled. "What is this, some sort of 'take me to your leader bit?
Besides, there are many governors. And presidents. And..."
The womans voice interrupted.
"More than one president? How can this be?"
English guy interrupted her. "I think it's possible that... maybe earth split into many seperate nations."
"You bet we did."
there was a short conversation.
"This could prove troublesome. A multi-government planet would surely have a great deal of wars."
"You bet we do! Or I'd be out of a job." The general joked.
"Gaius, get Apollo up here!" The woman exclaimed.
O'neill looked concerned. "Apollo? AS in the greek god? What the F are you?" He asked "Some kind of Goa'uld."
The woman's voice asked confusedly, "Greek? F? Goa'uld."
A third, younger voice came on. "Maybe he means Frak?" The guy, who sounded like one of those annoying new guys to a squad, and O'Neill decided to call Cadet asked.
"Could you define those words please?"
O'Neill was a bit confused. Goa'Uld and F he could understand, but not knowing Greek and having a guy named Apollo?
"Whell, Greek is an ancient culture,Goa'uld are evil parasites, and F means, well, you know..." He started blushing.
"Yep," Said Cadet, "He means Frak."
End of Chapter. Ta-da!