Terra's Destiny: Rise of an Empire
Chapter 2
Hello folks, welcome to another chapter of terra´s destiny. Please enjoy the read and if you think something is particularly bad or good, be so kind and write in a review. That would help a relative new writer like me immensely.
Thunder18: I am glad that you liked it
Guest 1: See the problem is this is not only a crossover with XCOM but also with Alien and but that is pretty late in the story star wars.
Guest 2: Well the different order are vast Paramilitary organizations under the direct control of the Ecclesia. There are beside the orders under the Ecclesia also multiple Muslim and Buddhist ones, but they are not as large. Jack, well, you´ll see.
Davycrockett100: Nice
Carter cursed rather colorfully while taking cover behind the bank, on which she had sat only moments ago. Things had gone downhill very fast; the newcomers coming through the gate, who were definitely not cosplayers, had abruptly risen their unwieldy looking staffs and opened up on the crowd of people.
Ripping out her Plasma Pistol, she immediately returned fire, hitting one of the armored men directly in the chest, burning a fist sized hole through where a humans, Terran's or Viper's left lung would be.
Five more of the attackers fell when Kawalski, together with security personal and other civvies (most likely soldiers in civil outfits) opened fire on the idiots, who stood like sitting dogs at the entrance of the gate. They were still gunning down civilians, instead shooting the people who actually had guns and posed a threat.
Flashbacks rushed through the Templar's mind, of scenes oddly reminiscent of what was happening here. When Xenos exacted terror attacks on defenseless villages and cities during the War for Survival. Instead of firing on resistance fighters or human soldiers, they had concentrated their attention on slaughtering as many of the defenseless and innocent as possible, even if that often meant they themselves were killed by armed combatants present.
That tendency displayed by the Xenos led to the creation of the so called Redeeker-Plan, named after the Iberian officer who had come up with it. The plan involved deliberately sending refugees and civilians that were unfit for combat or factory work into war zones to be butchered. Mercilio Redeeker was executed by the Inquisition after the war ended, a just punishment for his actions.
With the exception that these guys are tame compared to hordes of the Ethereals! She thought, while continuing to shoot the Jaffa streaming out of the gate.
Quickly looking around to assess the situation, she saw that besides her and Kawalski, about dozen men and women of the security force and five civilians hide behind various forms of cover, some more effective than others. All while unloading their own firearms in the general direction of the hostiles, who despite several causalities, took more and more ground, equally making room for their reinforcements arriving through the gate and pushing the defenders back.
Three security guards had already been hit in the relatively short shootout and one of the civilians had received a clean shoot into the face. To make matters worse, the security staff was only equipped with beam and laser rifles; while more accurate, thy had a significantly weaker punch compared to even the plasma pistols used by her and Kawalski, and thus needed multiple hits to penetrate the strange armor the Jaffa wore.
Well, she assumed that the guys in the snake costumes were Jaffa, as their equipment matched pretty much what the military intelligence said about them.
Staff blasts slammed into the bank, evaporating much of her cover and forcing her to move. Concentrating the focus she collected by shooting three of the Jaffa into her hand, she dodged another plasma bolt and unleashed a psionic bolt against three enemies who were taking cover behind a tourist shop. The close proximity they had to one another allowed the purple lightning to jump over and fry all of their minds at once.
Not that the veteran Templar responsible for it donated any attention to their deaths, as she sprinted to the next cover.
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Everyone in the surveillance center stared at the scenes being displayed on the multiple holographic screens in shock. They couldn't believe what they were seeing was actually happening.
"OKAY SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Everyone flinched at hearing Mary yelling, and turned to her. Fury and anger were clearly visible on her face.
"Jean, report to the nearest garrison, tell them we have a beachhead situation. Franz, you are the most capable non combat psionic here, link up to high command and show them what is happening." she turned her gaze on the rest of the Terrans and Vipers, who had been her friends and colleges for years. "Everyone else gets combat equipment and follow me. It looks like we finally can use the plasma armament in our arsenal. We have xenos on terra's soil" she showed a murderous grin, "and I think it is only polite to show them our hospitality!"
The grin only widened when she used her psionics to unlock the weapons room and the opening doors showed the security tools, that were reserved for "special" occasions. Occasions like Alien invasions.
Before them were rows after rows filled with exoskeletons, combat suits, all kinds of grenades, and plasma weaponry. The perfect tools for throwing a surprise party.
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Medusa scowled, trying to clasp the Viper knight armor over her body. She was having trouble activated the last parts, they were so hard to do by oneself. She yelped when she felt someone touching her back, and took care of the difficult to reach shards for her.
Twisting her scaly form, she looked directly into the silver eyes of Allen. The young man himself had clad himself into a Mk 3 Guardian armor, a combat suit that equally granted mobility and protection from hazardous things like plasma fire. He pushed a plasma rifle into her hands, while grabbing another one for himself. Gesturing towards the others who were already ready, they both hurried up and ran to the fifteen strong group, the men and women now heavily armed.
"Bill, after me you have the most combat experience, you lead the second group. I'll take myself, Jake, Allen and Paul, you take everybody else and attack them from the front!" she ordered and smiled, seeing no protest. "I'll and my group will surprise attack from behind through a psionic hole. We'll catch them between two fires. For Terra!"
"FOR TERRA!" all others screamed.
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Carter, Kawalski and two survivors of the security personnel were all who could still return fire. The last civilian, who had also stuck with them, had died when he tried to make run for it. He only made it halfway to the doors of the wide hall they were in, before one of the Jaffa shot him through the legs, and another one shortly afterwards in the head.
The Stargate had deactivated, finally putting an end to the Jaffa, but it didn't make any difference anymore. With only four defenders left, the approximately thirty strong group of hostiles had no trouble laying suppression fire upon them, while a couple Jaffa flanked them from both sides.
To make matters worse, Sam's and Kawalski's weapons had run out of ammo, and they had to pick up the weapons from the security guards.
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To say that Teal'c was having a bad day was more than an understatement. He had been given the dishonorable task to accompany and guard his god Apophis. His false God.
A couple of days ago a group of scholars finally capable of opening one of Ra's caches that held various gate dates which had been lost after the Supreme Lord's death. That wouldn't normally be a reason for Apophis to visit these new worlds in person; this time however he decided to come along, after he heard that one of the gate addresses had been confirmed to be the one of Tau'ri, the legendary birth place of humanity, and by extent the Jaffa as well.
He had steeled his mind and conscience for another slaughter of innocent humans, of capturing new slaves for the false god, all while hoping they wouldn't find anything, with luck the gate would be far away from any civilization. All so he wouldn't have to do the dastardly deeds which he so despised.
The supreme overseer had pleaded for the System Lord to stay away from this planet, telling him that it was most likely buried. For a moment Teal'c had hoped Apophis would listen to the human; while the Overseer was only a human slave, like billions of others in the false god's empire, he bore the responsibility for saving his empire in the chaotic times of the return of and Sokar's grand conquest. One had new technologies and weapons, the other had numbers behind imagination. But Apophis hadn't listened.
And it seemed like the tyrant would now pay for his arrogance.
Through myriad of purple lightning that impacted on his orange force field, he could see a dozen people storm through the entrances of the strange building they found themselves. In an almost instinctual move, he trained his staff on the woman before him, one who cut through his fellow Jaffa with ease, and shot before she could claim more of his brothers lives.
Teal'c saw her slumping down, half of her chest being a burnt mess from the staff blast. Ripping his staff up, he sent golden balls of energy towards the arriving reinforcements. With growing concern her noticed that despite numerous hits, nothing seemed to pierce the advanced looking armor shielding his adversaries.
His brothers on the other hand did not seem to have that luck, as green light ripped through them, ignoring any cover, armor or flesh.
"Span out, keep moving!" ordered the First Prime in a calm voice, despite entire barrages of plasma exploding against his shield. Again and again fired he his staff, and finally one of their armored opponents fell, but it was nothing compared to the rapid pace to which the Jaffa were being cut down.
Yelling out a warning, he pulled out a shock grenade a threw them in the direction of the now openly advancing humans. Immediately after the device left his hand, he squeezed his eyes shut.
A bright light, together with a mind crumbling sound boomed in the small space. Despite the protection offered by his suit and the relative large distance between himself and the grenade, Teal'c felt his conscious fade. Fortunately it stopped after a couple of seconds, allowing him to open his eyes again.
The majority of the attackers were lying unconscious on the ground, and the few who weren't were disoriented, unable to return fire. With two exceptions.
One man had the luck to stand just far enough from the grenade's epicenter to escape the paralyzing effect. He had picked up one of his fallen comrades weapons to fired at the Jaffa before him. The other warrior still resisting was something that Teal'c had never seen before. Something that resembled a large snake, which had also recovered from the effects of the grenade, and was firing voraciously at the surviving Jaffa, forcing them to take cover once again.
"Don't kill them!" Apophis suddenly ordered, stepping forward into view. Both the snake and the human noticed, aiming at him but holding their fire.
Opening the helmet of his golden armor, the System Lord presented his face to the valiant defenders.
"Human! Great Serpent! Halt your resistance!" Yelled the Goa'uld in the tongue of the slaves, with a powerful voice and glowing eyes. Interestingly enough, they followed his order. "You fought bravely, as such I shall be merciful and will allow you to surrender and become my slaves, to become servants of the great god Apophis! You should me honored by my offer!"
The snake and warrior exchanged looks and suddenly exploded in frantic laughter. A sense of bewilderment inhabited the Goa'uld and his Jaffa as they watched. After a minute the human seemed to gain back control over his features and, with bemusement clearly visible on his face, answered.
"Ha, ah thanks for the joke mate. It is nice to met a xeno with a sense of humor!" Any sign of bemusement vanished instantly and instead was replaced by smile as cold as space. His eyes erupted in purple light and everything went dark for Teal'c.
The black quickly faded, and gave way for terrifying images and scenes. Pictures of this human together with other ones fighting demon like entities, monstrous creatures ripping through them with plasma armament, and squashed the head of the wounded under their feet. The air was polluted with the sick smell of burnt flesh, the screams of the dying were all around him.
The humans formations were shattering, with many breaking down in panic or fleeing. But in this hell of blood, death and slaughter, there were a few who didn't panic or retreat. They circled around one man, a warrior that was superior to all others. The deadly plasma seemed to magically miss him, while in return he felled beast after beast, shooting lethal green spheres from a construct in his right hand, and delivering purple devastation with nothing but his mind.
Suddenly all the fighting stopped. The men, women, and even children, who had dropped their weapons and had cowardly fled, picked their arms up and rejoined the fight, while the demons broke away and ran away, their expressions filled with fear.
A white haired figure had appeared. Black energy surrounded his body, just a moment later hundreds of beams of pure darkness carved through the fleeing demons. Together with similar but purple attacks predominantly from the gray haired warrior who stood his ground, but also from others, the monsters were utterly decimated. Men and woman, who had crosses painted on their faces and clothing, only armed with crude melee weapons, stormed forward and engaged the rapidly diminishing hordes in brutal combat, leaving countless dead.
More images flashed in front of him. They showed more battles, each one more gruesome than the last. Something, maybe an instinct, told him to break out of these visions and to move, or he would die. He gathered all of his concentration and began something he had learned from his old master Bray'tac and the overseer. He started to mediate, to calm down.
Pain exploded around him and set his nerves aflame. Agony as if his intestines were dragged out with glowing hooks, but through that pain the Jaffa could feel his plan was a success.
With one last monumental effort, he broke away from whatever force had overtaken his mind and returned to the real world – only to see a purple blade racing towards his face. Utilizing his lightning fast reflexes, attained from rigorous training undertaken by him since his early teens, he managed to move his head far enough to dodge the lethal attack. He registered a sharp pain when the energy construct cut through his left cheek, shredding a good part of his serpent guard helmet.
Simultaneously while dodging, he balled his hand into a fist and punched the blonde woman in her large chest wound, one she had somehow survived. He involuntary flinched upon hearing her agonized shriek when his fist connected, and promptly sank nearly two centimeters into the ruined flesh. A smell, recognizable from his visions, forced itself into his nose, thanks to his face bring partly exposed to the air.
The female's energy swords disappeared as she tumbled back before she caught herself again, then was promptly hit by the discharge of Teal'c's staff. This, combined with her grievous injury, proved finally enough to knock her out.
Teal'c regretfully intended to end the threat she posed, aiming his staff at her. But as he began to fire, he was suddenly torn away. His brain faintly recognized something fleshy had slung itself around his right arm, and in the next moment he was captured in a bone crushing embrace.
He fought as could as he could against the serpent wrapped around him, but it was of no use, it was just too strong. Behind it's in armor clad body he could see how the remaining numbers of his brothers were slaughtered by a second group of enemies, arriving through some kind of purple portal.
But there were two exceptions: protected by his personal shield, Apophis hastily dialed the Chappa'ai, while joined by a second Jaffa, who was also capable of freeing himself of whatever these vision were. He had picked up the blonde woman that nearly killed Teal'c, and was using her as a living shield against the humans, by now having killed every other invading Jaffa.
The next moment several things happened. The Chappa'ai activated with a whoosh, and together with the Jaffa, Apophis backed towards it. Countless pillars of purple light speared through the roof of whatever building they were in; out of every one of these pillars several figures materialized, humans and serpents alike. One individual, from the first group of humans ambushed by the Jaffa, saw that Apophis and his single remaining guard were distracted by the arrival of the reinforcements. They used the chance to attempt to pounce on the Jaffa.
Said young warrior swiftly dodged the attack, and the human instead crashed into Apophis, pushing the both of them through the blue vortex.
Seeing that, the snake slowly choking the life out of him yelled something, most likely the name of the unfortunate warrior, released him and raced towards the active ring. The creature reached it just a second after the last honor guard and their lone prisoner stepped through the shimmering surface. One of the humans tried to stop the serpent, but to no avail.
But Teal'c did not see that any longer. He slumped unconscious to the ground, the mental assaults of countless combat psionics being more than enough to wear even the veteran Jaffa out.
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Somewhere on the North American continent, Terra...
A small trail of smoke rose from the campfire, snaking upwards into the night sky. Though the fire was already dead, the remaining heat in the cinders were more than enough to fry the fish in the crude metal pan poised over the pit.
Behind the dying fire sat a man, serenely enjoying his meal. Something however caused the man to pause.
He had a feeling, a sense he couldn't identify, which told him something significant had just happened. Something that would cause major changes in the times to come.
The man sighed, knowing that it meant he would probably have to return to fight once more. Taking some cold water, leftovers from his earlier shower, he pitched it into the cinders, extinguishing all heat remaining in the pit.
"And I've grown such a nice beard, too! Guess who they sent to me this time? Some agent most likely! A smartass with a stick so far up his rear it tickles his shoulders."
Another heavy and long sign left him.
"Who am I kidding? It'll be Maybourne."