Disclaimer: My lack of owning any part of any Sci-fi series is apalling.

Apology, again... I tend to do this alot, don't I: My writing has been pretty sloppy. For what it's worth, if there are any continuity questions, feel free to ask me. And also, that was the intercom voice giving that order,not Sam. Oh, and also I apologise about how short it is. And that I didn't update for so long.

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Adama looked at the viewingscreen.

The first Viper com calls came on. Kat came on first. "This is Kat, sir... there is a problem."

"What is it?" He asked.

"Sir, the ships don't seem to be of Cylon design." What? He thought to himself. That just wasn't possible. "They look like a new type of Viper." That was even more impossible. "Try talking to them." He advised. That was the only choice he could think of. "They're not responding sir... They're firing on us." "Return fire." He responded. Noice of shots came over the radio. He turned to Gaeta. "Gaeta, put in a call to the Earth base." Gaeta responded. Quickly, effectively, efficiently. That was the way he acted, the way he thought. So many times, he wondered if that was all that he did. He was like a robot. The last time he had objected to an order... that was so long ago he couldn't remember. "Earth, we have a problem." He said. On Earth, O'Neill picked up. "A problem?" He asked. after suppressing a snicker at the closeness of Gaeta's words to Apollo 13. "What sort of problem?" He asked. The clean-cut voice returned on the speakers. "We have an unidentifiable enemy problem." Well, that was troublesome. "Can you describe them? Tall, medium, short? Dark hair?"O'Neill asked."That's not a very funny joke." Said Gaeta. "We have a serious problem here. The ships look like Raptors, but more streamline." "We've never heard of them." said O'Neill."We'll consult... um... other... people." Said O'Neill. He turned. He walked towards the hall. "Where are you going, Jack?" AskedDaniel. He felt that this was important. They would be able to judge the military strength of the Colonials, if they turned out to be Goa'uld worshippers. And if they didn't, well, they'd need help.
"I'm going to talk to the Atlantis team." Said O'Neill. "Well, shouldn't you stay here?" Asked Daniel. "I mean, we may need your help here."

"Listen, Daniel, let me tell you something." Said O'Neill, "We're down here whether they're Goa'uld or not. so we could sit here sitting on our hands, or we could actually do something."

"Well, okay..." Said Daniel, "Then do you mind if I come along?"

"Why not?"

They walked down the hall, and turned the corner to the quarters assigned for important personelle of the Atlantis expedition. It was essentially a modified breakroom, changed so that it had a pair of futons, to be both beds and couches. Sheppard was playing chess withMcKay, who still had a bit of tape on his nose, and both looked up as they walked in.

"The fleet has a problem." Said O'Neill.
"Which fleet?" Asked McKay.
"The fleet that just showed up at earth. They're being attacked by an unknown enemy."
"What do they look like? Tall, medium, short..."
"That's not a very funny joke." Said O'Neill, "We have a serious problem here. The ships look like raptors, only streamlined."
"And what do Raptors look like?" Asked Sheppard.
"Sort of like this..." Said O'Neill, showing what they looked like with his hands. Everyone stared at him dumbly. "They have a long bump in the middle, and sort of sloped back wings." He said, describing them.

"Oh my God." Said McKay, looking up startledly.
"What?"
"Wraiths."