A/N: Before you read on, know this. I will be continuing this but slowly. Dark Frontier is my main series and I still need to finish WHOTA – which by the way I'm still headdesking over - but this story is nibbling the back end of my brain and won't stay in there.


"Bloody hell…" Psycho stared through the glass of the briefing room to where the Stargate's wormhole had just activated. "And here I thought alien scum were something new."

To his side, Colonel Evan Lorne shook his head. "Your government's been an active part of the SGC for over a decade. We've been slowly introducing new technologies all over the plane to try and acclimatize the world so we can disclose the Stargates." Lorne sighed, turning away from the window. "Guess that party'll never happen."

Pyscho was still processing everything that had happened. He was running on stimulants but seeing the wormhole now deactivate, a SG team of nano-suited marines heading to assist the Jaffa on Chulak. Psycho chuckled. Humans helping aliens. Now that was a strange one. "Do you realize how much of a nutter you sound like? Stargate this, Galaxy that, we've got a fucking invasion on our own planet and we're sending help to aliens?"

Lorne shook his head and sighed. "Look Sergeant. I understand if all this seems very strange to you. But the reason we've brought you and Lt. Dunn here is because you're the only two survivors of the Constitution's battle group with first hand experience fighting these aliens. You're not leaving Earth and we're only telling you this so you understand what kind of support you can expect."

Psycho again turned to Lorne, the older man was in full dress uniform, but he still looked strong and intimidating. "Support?" Changing to his typical sarcastic tone, Psycho didn't care that he was being an ass to a superior officer. "Oh well that's bloody great, maybe you can break out the phaser cannons and we can bomb these bastards from orbit with the Enterprise?"

Lorne shrugged off the tone and quipped. "They'd be railguns to start, but maybe we can see if the Asgard Beam cannons work if we find a good target."

Psycho shuddered and palmed his forehead. This was not going to get any better and he hoped they had some alien technology to get rid of his headache.


Helena had no clue where she was, a guard was outside this strange room, and an obviously two way mirror dominated one side of the room. A simple metal table was the only adornment for the past five minutes. The door suddenly opened and a man entered.

"Doctor Jackson?"

The grey haired man who'd come down to greet Helena in the well lit underground room stopped in his stride. "Hel-lo? Have we met before, Doctor?"

Helena was still shocked over the turn of events. The guards had told her that she was safe, in the middle of Nevada, and that some of the world's best scientists and archeologists were coming to have a chat with her about the Aliens. It made no sense! They were invading and a chat was in her future? "Actually no, but I've studied your books on the Egyptians along with my father. We thought you had promise and it's actually the basis for our own work."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, but then motioned for her to follow him. "Oh, that's good. Maybe we can get right to work then."

Helena didn't move, now worried given the fact that nothing had been explained to her. "Work? What are you talking about? Will someone please tell me what's going on?"

Daniel smiled pedantically at her. "That's my job. I'll be taking you to Doctor Zelenka who'll be your liaison here. The faster we can catch up with all your findings, the sooner we can get start fighting back against the aliens." It was almost amusing to him. Helena was shocked.

"You don't seem worried, have you even seen what we're up against?"

Daniel snorted and finally moved to let her pass him. "You have no idea."


Psycho breathed deeply, this SGC armory was something else entirely. He spotted what looked like a standard Gauss Rifle, but it had a full battle rifle kit as it it were automatic. The thought appealed to Psycho especially with a sniper scope and strength mode.

Around him were several other men and women, all wearing pristine looking nanosuits. Seeing that he'd been given his own new nanosuit which had been quickly fitted to his body, Psycho was liking the way this was going.

He'd been explained that the Nanosuit he'd used previously was only a bastardized copy. The Korean verison was even worse. These were the real deal; miniature nanites made of some alien alloy that made his old suit look primitive. Three times the armor rating, twice the strength capability, twice the speed potential and a longer lasting cloak all added to some alien fuel cell that quadrupled the power the suit was capable of. He felt almost insulted that Jester and Aztec hadn't gotten to use these; maybe they'd still be alive.

"You Sykes?"

Psycho turned to the female voice, a somewhat shorter woman in a Nanosuit without her helmet on faced him. She was tan skinned, had long straight hair tied into a ponytail and her features told Psycho she was Latin American. "Depends who's askin', love."

She raised her left eyebrow, obviously caught off guard. "Who's asking is your new squad leader. Major Alicia Vega, just call me Frosty." She looked up at him, obviously annoyed. "Listen Sergeant, I don't give two shits if you cream your pants once I turn around and you get a nice look at my ass. You follow my orders, keep your mouth shut when I say so and we just might get out of this alive."

Psycho grinned, but it wasn't out of amusement – well.. maybe a little. "Had some bugger luck with the blokes huh, Frosty? That's all well and good but what about Prophet?"

Undaunted, Frosty flexed her arms as she crossed them to look at him. "You mean Major Barnes? Any luck we'll find him on the way. Grab an GK12 and get ready for a rough ride."

Despite being his superior officer, Psycho admired that she accepted his shit and gave it back to him just as hard. "Sounds like fun, where's our ride?"

Frosty turned her head to where Nomad and Colonel Lorne now arrived. "We're ready, sir. I'll brief my team en route."

Lorne nodded and motioned to Nomad. "You got anything to say to each other, this might be it guys."

Psycho turned to Nomad and realized that they were being split up. It made sense spread the experienced troops around. "Kill 'em all Nomad?"

Underneath his mask, Namad's face was unseen. "Every last one. Say hi to Prophet for me."

Vega and Lorne gave each other a small look. If they'd thought Marines were tough, now they had Delta's running loose.


"Alright Psycho, here's the gameplan…"

This crazy looking bus type shuttle didn't look human at all. The yellowish gold of the hull was nothing like the gunmetal of a standard VTOL. The 5 others in the squad were seated, not even harnessed in despite the velocity of the craft. "What'd you call this rust bucket again?"

Frosty growled, she hated the fact that she'd been saddled with an SAS Sergeant who seemed to take pleasure in aggravating the chain of command. "It's called a jumper. And you don't need to worry about it. Just pay attention since you're going to be running point."

Psycho straightened and nodded. "Right, love. We're heading back to the island I take it?"

Frosty nodded and tapped her wrist computer, a heads up display map appeared in Psycho's vision, a map of the island and the surrounding area. "We've got the Obama battlegroup standing by outside the shield at a safe distance. They're going to be our ground support in case we need it. We've picked up more of those large 'hunter' type aliens coming out of the mothership. Add to the hundreds of 'scouts' we've already seen pouring out and there's a war on our hands."

Psycho rolled his eyes. "I've been in a war for the past three days, what makes this lot any different?"

Frosty grinned deviously. "Because unlike the last three days, I've got command authority for orbital strikes."

Now Psycho was excited. "I may just fall in love with ya Frosty."

Rolling her eyes, Frosty huffed in annoyance. She looked down to the cockpit and noticed that they were already beginning their descent back towards the Island. "I'll just chalk that up to desperation. Now listen up everyone!" Frosty tapped her wrist computer again. The map zoomed in on the area where Nomad had exited the Mothership after his journey inside. "Nomad and SG-3 are gonna hit the mothership. We're assuming Major Barnes is going to be heading to the same place. We're the brick wall that's going to keep Nomad's ass safe. We touch down at the edge of the shield, blow through, and bunker in. Any questions you have, ask God cuz you already know what I expect of you. Am I clear?"

A resounding five "Sir, yes, sir!"s echoed through Psycho's radio. This had to be the stupidest thing he'd ever done, taking orders from a cute little Air Force officer, leading a team of jarheads with alien technology against aliens. Psycho knew he was going to wake up soon and claw at the rubber walls.


The Jumper touched down, and Frosty jumped out with her GK12 at the ready. The nanosuits had extra carrying capability, and added to the fact that they weren't carrying heavy weapons since the GK12's made up for it with their sheer stopping power, instead of the average fifty or so gauss rounds for the rifle, she carried a full combat load of 600 rounds in fifty slug clips. Psycho missed the good old bolt action feel of his GK8, but facing off against potential Hunters meant the stronger weapons definitely made him feel a little more secure.

Psycho followed and kept his gun up and ready, they'd landed on the beach, literally feet away from the cryogenic shield. The shield obscured any vision inside, and the night sky made it all the much more difficult to see any potential hostiles. He could hear growling and groaing all around him like the Island was haunted. Only instead of ghosts, alien bastards had turned it into their playground.

Turning to the Jumper, Psycho was surprised that he could only see into it, rather than the outer hull. "Blimey, even that thing's got a cloak?"

Frosty tapped her headset, her helmet now covering her head completely. "Psycho! Get your ass in line now!"

Appreciative of Frosty's take charge attitude, Psycho moved into position, listening as the Jumper took off into the now early hours of the morning. "Comin', love! Just taking a little gander."

Frosty growled softly. "Do it on your own time. Until either me or these alien bastards are dead, you're my bitch. So lead the way."

Psycho was really loving this now. It was almost as if someone wanted to drive him insane and point him at the invaders.. "Hope you've got your long john's on! Might get a bit nippy in there!"

Without any further words, Psycho calmly steppd into the shield fully prepared for the cold they were about to experience. The rest of the team followed silently, everyone ready for whatever action was coming.


A/N2: Avid fans of SGA will realize that Alicia Vega died in "Whispers", but that was a crappy episode anyway. She's the closest thing to a sniper in SG so why not?

For the brits out there, forgive my horrible british vocab, I've learned a thing or two but Psycho was pretty stereotypical anyway. A thousand pardons for the horrible butchering :P

I reiterate, this will only get updated periodically as the muse hits me. So set up your alerts so you don't miss it when I do update. :P