The Omake Files – The Fifth Man
Our Solar System

"What Radiation?"

Prometheus Pilots' Briefing Room B

Major Cameron Mitchell listened intently. He was the CAG of Prometheus' F-302 squadrons. His actual title was somewhat different, but he had a feeling that officially, it would soon be that, ever since the new 'Battlestar Galactica' reboot program had been announced. Several of his pilots were looking forward to it, and after hearing that the new version of the character 'Apollo' would become the "CAG: Commander of the Air Group." Aka Squadron Leader, they had started calling him the CAG. Despite that the miniseries 'pilot' was yet to air on the Sci-Fi channel.

The briefing was just the latest in a series of missions for NASA. Some probe to be deployed into the atmosphere of Jupiter.

That caught his attention.

If there was one thing about him that had changed ever since he signed onto the F-302 Pilots program, then assigned to the Prometheus, it was that he had become a helluva lot more interested in space.

This included documentaries about space, and one he had seen recently, he remembered as soon as he learned were he and his pilots would be assigned.

"Any questions?" The officer who was briefing them asked.

"Yeah, I got one. Doesn't Jupiter have a lot of radiation orbiting the giant?"

"Yeah, So?"

It was that, that was more telling. Obviously, the officer didn't care about whether or not there was. Therefore he must not think radiation to be a problem.

"Sir, 10 minutes in that radiation field is deadly." He continued.

"If you were in one of our old spacecraft, like a Space Shuttle." The officer nodded. Cameron got the hint.

"Shields?"

"The entire cockpit is made of material designed to allow you to sit in the most heavily radiated parts for days, Major, before any can get through."

"Where did we get that kind of material?" He asked.

"Some retired General, a, Jacob Carter."

Everyone shared a look, and someone said, "Isn't he a host to that Tok'ra, ahm... Selljack?"

"Selmak." Cameron corrected. He was a bit of a fan of SG-1, He was only up to their first few months of reports, he hadn't yet read anything detailed, only the basic summaries of the major parts. Give him a year or two and he'd be caught up however. He smiled, and nodded. "Alright, Baker, Johnson, Creevey, we're up."

The other F302 pilot and their two co-pilots got up and left to suit up.

The pilot, Captain Jeffrey Creevey, had an uncle that in another world had a son whom had become a milkman in England, and had two sons, by the name of Colin and Dennis... In this world, they, and Jeffreys' cousin, didn't exist however.

As the four got into their two F-302's in the Prometheus Hanger, Cameron wondered about what other advancements had been made thanks to the Stargate Program.

The entire Space program must have been a century ahead at least, or so was the thought that the Major had.

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F-302

As they set on return course to the Prometheus, Cameron tapped the window, and asked, "Think they were telling the truth about this protecting us from the radiation?"

His co-pilot, in the rear seat, hummed. "Yeah. I mean, they wouldn't send us out here without that protection... right?" He didn't sound very enthusiastic about his affirmation.

"Sure. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?"

The master alarm started going off, and engines shut down.

From the rear seat, the co-pilot groaned, "this couldn't possibly get any worse!"

"Alert. Life support failure." A voice came from the computer. Both started screaming.

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On the Prometheus, the officer and two technicians were snickering as they listened to the live feed.

One of them, said, "Hey, Jeffrey was a bit of an ass to David, remember?"

The other nodded. And the Officer smirked even more as he stopped sniggering. "Alright. Remote simulation activated on his... What should we do?"

"Missile detonation?" The other suggested.

"Hey, remote flight!" One suggested, then remembered, "Wait, sorry, was thinking of the training 302's."

A day later and they were all transferred off the ship for the very dangerous prank on the two multi-million-dollar fighters. Privately, Colonel Ronson thought it was hilarious... well. Somewhat. After it was all over.

It was another two months before a promoted Lieutenant Colonel Mitchell finally took flight again. By coincidence, it was when Anubis tried to attack Earth, and the entire compliment of F-302's were needed to cover SG-1's ass over Antarctica.

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A/N: short one, just so you know I haven't forgotten again. I seem to have problems with doing episodes though, as Fallen is still giving me problems. And here I am with omakes 14-16 done which I can't really post before I do reach fallen, as there's certain aspects to the very three omakes that use info from those next few chapters of Adventures.

So I wrote this to tide you lot over. Hope you found it High-larious. Inspired by a space documentary I watched earlier today, about how IO creates this radiation field in orbit of Jupiter. so bad, 10 minutes fries a person, and just seconds to get a lethal dose, kinda thing. Made me wonder about the 'not-energy-shield' part of an F-302's shielding.