AN: Thanks to Rudy Pena for the beta
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July 15 2015
P4R-312
Battlestar Atlantia BSG-75
Plot room
Once again Admiral Adama's battlestar group was chosen to lead the attack. This time the target was a small Aschen world, lightly defended and with the help of colonial air support the Tau'ri marines would have little trouble destroying the Aschen garrison. The Tau'ri marine unit chosen for the attack was the newly formed Fifth marine division that was made up of European marine brigades, including the British 3. Commando brigade, a brigade made up from the Dutch Marine Corps augmented by German, Italian and Spanish marine units and a brigade from the French Troupes de marine. The division held nearly 20000 soldiers. The task of the division was to overpower the 60000 man strong garrison and to occupy the planet with its approximately 4 million inhabitants. Part of the division would be beamed down while the rest would be shuttled down by raptors and colonial marine attack shuttles. The Pegasus also held Battalion of Colonial marines ready to assist.
"Okay, so the British will take the Naquadah mines and surrounding villages 200 kilometers to the north of the main city, the Dutch will take the main city itself while the French will engage the main garrison barracks and the airfields just east of the city. If either the Dutch or the French need help they will first help each other and otherwise British or Colonial troops can be brought in. Let me remind you people that this attack's main goal is to gather intelligence and gain experience in performing orbital assaults. Furthermore we want intelligence on the views of the local Aschen people, how much do they know, how strong their will to fight is. The colonials will provide air cover during the initial landings and afterwards on an as necessary base." The Commander of the marine division, Major General Messer said.
"But before we can land any troops we need to rout the ships in orbit." Admiral Adama said. "Fortunately there are only a few ships present so my battlestar group will go in first. Hopefully we can conceal the fact we also have several 304's present. The 304's will come in later escorting the transport ships or when we can't rout the Aschen ships on our own. As soon as we have established orbital control we will commence Viper attacks on ground targets while the marines load up and fly down. Are there any questions?" a series of 'no's' followed. Alright, the battlestars will jump in 2 hours; the 304's and transports will leave five minutes earlier for the fifteen minute hyperspace journey and will arrive ten minutes after the battlestars arrive. T hour is 0800 hours; the time now is T minus 2 hours. Dismissed."
Two hours and a few minutes later
As the remains of the Aschen warships were imploding the invasion force exited hyperspace escorted by the 304's. Immediately the battlestars launched their raptors for transport and vipers were already on their way down to the planet to start bombarding military positions and facilities. On their way down the vipers were attacked by a squadron of Aschen fighters which were quickly destroyed.
The raptors, as they reached the transports docked at specially designed airlocks which allowed raptors, jumpers and other kinds of small craft to dock temporary with the transports.
Sergeant Schol of the first Dutch MarBat was among the troops loading up for the first wave and would be one of the first to land on the planet down below. His task was to take his twelve man squad and secure the roof of a parking structure near the Dutch main LZ (Landing Zone). They would repel down from the two Raptors they were transported in and use small explosives to cut down any obstacles on the rooftop in order to allow five other raptors to land and unload the rest of the platoon which would clear the rest of the parking structure. The two raptors they'd use were customized to allow for repelling down, their thrusters were altered because otherwise the marines would be blown away too much.
Just as the raptor made it through the atmosphere Sergeant Schol ordered his marines to do a last check. He himself made his way up to the cockpit to have a look at the target. As they were on their final approach some AAA fire came their way, although it didn't present too much of a threat. Nevertheless a flight of Vipers quickly bombed the AAA site out of existence. As they flew over the outskirts of the city several military trucks were caught entering the city, unfortunately the vipers could not engage due to the high chance of civilian casualties.
As the raptor came in above the parking structure it slowed to a hold and hovered at about fifteen meters above the surface. Then the hatch opened and a repelling construction was placed on the short wing. First of was Sergeant Schol and a PFC. As Schol repelled down he incidentally got hit by a stray blast from the thrusters as it corrected for a wind gust. As he landed on the surface of the parking structure he immediately unhooked and ran about ten meters to establish a perimeter for the rest of his squad to land. There were only two places where someone could access the rooftop; the first was the main car access, the other was an emergency staircase. Schol covered the emergency staircase while the second man, the squad's heavy gunner covered the car access. On the other side of the roof the other raptor deployed its troops. Soon enough two bags full of explosives were lowered and the raptors; now empty left the area for another pick up.
Sergeant Schol didn't even have to give orders. His soldiers were well trained and the roles had already been made clear. Of the thirteen man total two would set up a post on the four corners of the roof, another pair was deployed to the car access. The other three marines, including Schol took a bunch of explosives and started placing them at the base of all obstacles such as streetlights and antennas. Within minutes the first of many obstacles were cut down by light explosions. After about five minutes of hard work there was enough room for the raptors to bring in the rest of the platoon.
"Contact!" one of the marines covering the North-Eastern corner yelled just before firing a long salvo of rifle fire. Just around that time the raptors carrying the first landing wave flew over to the square to the South which was the main LZ. As Schol and two other marines reached the North-Eastern corner the enemy started returning fire. When there was a momentarily pause is fire Schol peeked over the edge to see what they were up against. What he saw was about a platoon with no heavy weapons pinned down to the side of some houses and behind cars looking for cover. To his right the squad's machine gunner took the pause of fire as an opportunity to set up and start firing. He managed to take down two soldiers before he had to take cover.
"Schiffers!" Schol called out to his radioman. The man came running to him within seconds. "Tell the platoon the LZ is hot!" Schol said, indicating the enemy fire flying over their heads which might hit a descending raptor. It wouldn't prevent the raptors from landing but they would be more cautious and faster.
"203!" a PFC yelled just before he launched a grenade with his M203 grenade launcher. The PFC had aimed carefully for the hostile whom was giving all the orders and had the most metal on his shoulder. As it later turned out it was an officer with the equivalent rank of a major, he led a probing action to see where the attacking forces were located. His loss held up his entire battalion for over four hours giving the marines enough time to land enough troops and set up a line of defense.
"They're charging!" someone yelled moments after over half the Aschen soldiers left their cover and ran across the street trying to reach the bottom of the parking structure.
"Open fire!" Schol ordered. As one the five soldiers got up and leveled their weapons at the charging soldiers. Their automatic weapons fire ripped into the Aschen with deadly efficiency. In the end only twelve out of thirty made it across, the rest was either dead or wounded severely enough to be incapacitated. Right around the time the building was breached the first of five raptors landed and unloaded the second squad and the platoon commander.
The platoon's commander, a lieutenant Ter Wiel radioed to Schol. "Sergeant, what's the status?"
"The building's been breached by about a dozen hostiles and there's about a dozen others pinned down outside."
"Any casualties?"
"None, we just used up a tad bit too much ammo."
"That's no problem; the last raptor is bringing in some extra ammo as well as the heavy weapons squad."
"Copy that." Schol returned as the second and third raptor landed to unload more of the platoon.
"Alright marines, second and third squad will fight their way to the base of this structure; first squad will provide over watch and prevent others from entering the building. So far there are about a dozen confirmed hostiles in the building. Good luck and kick some ass."
The two squads quickly made their way down the car access on their way to the inevitable clash with the Aschen forces in the building. On the top of the building Ter Wiel and the spare squad joined Schol on the North-Eastern side of the building pouring down on the unfortunate Aschen on the ground below them. The Aschen soldiers did not yield to the masses of fire coming their way.
"Medic!" one of the marines on the other side of the structure yelled. One of the PFC's was a trained medic and quickly made his way over. On the ground below several APC like vehicles opened fire on the soldiers on top of the building.
As Schol made his way over to the wounded soldier he ordered his squad to converge on the corner of the new attack. "Medic, get him ready for transport, the last two raptors will be here any moment, and we need to get him on it. Soon enough the wounded soldier was ready for transport and not a moment too soon. The last two raptors flew over at high speed under heavy fire. They quickly slowed down to a halt and landed. The fourth raptor let out the first part of the heavy weapons squad and was soon loaded up with the wounded soldier. The last raptor had to stay down for a bit longer as certain supplies had to be unloaded. By the time the raptor was empty there was a considerable amount of fire flying just over them.
As the raptor lifted off it took a lot of fire. Now, the raptor isn't the weakest among transports and can take a shitload of fire but for any ship there is a limit of what they can handle and the limit was quickly reached. At first one engine blew out and not much later the other engine blew out. The raptor, now unable to steer properly crash landed into a nearby street.
"LT, you want fourth squad to secure the crash site?" One of the sergeants asked.
"You already reached ground level?" Ter Wiel asked.
"No sir, we're on the first floor but we've got all accesses covered and third squad can hold them. There's some junk next to the building we can use as a step down, sir I think we can make it there's=- still a chance the pilots are alive."
"Okay, do it. I'm gonna have someone cover you from up top. Good luck." Ter Wiel said.
T plus two hours
Plot room
Battlestar Galactica
As Adama walked into the plot room he saw the Major of the Colonial Marines battalion aboard the Pegasus. "Major, can you give me a status report?" Adama asked as he walked to the plot table that showed an advanced image of the ground situation.
"Admiral Adama. We're doing well. Not great but it's as can be expected. The British have completely secured the mining facilities and villages to the north. They are currently rounding up the prisoners and assuring the civilians that they won't be harmed. The French have destroyed most of the main garrison, right now only a force the size of a battalion is offering resistance in the concrete bunkers under the barracks. The Dutch are still fighting, mostly due to larger opposition than originally thought and armored vehicles. The high population density makes it difficult for us to use vipers and raptors to destroy the vehicles and troop concentrations and they know it."
"What is being done about that?"
"We're transporting one of three battalions of the British into the city and my battalion is being readied. Furthermore the Tau'ri are deploying 302's from their battle cruisers since their fighters have better anti tank missiles."
"Okay, that's good, anything else?"
"No sir." The major said. Right around that time a messenger walked in and gave him a single paper with the corners cut off as was traditional for the colonials. "Sir, the British have found something massive. I've got their commander, Ground Fox Six on the line."
"Put him through." Adama said as he picked up a nearby headset. "Ground fox Six, this is Galactica Six, what you've got?"
"Galactica Six, this is Ground fox Six. Admiral, we're picking up some strange energy readings down here near the mines, we'd like you to send down a geological survey team to see if there's something in the ground or mines." The British commander of the brigade asked with his typical English accent.
"Ground fox Six, can you be a little less vague about the energy readings, and wouldn't you need a science team for energy readings?"
"Eh Galactica six, we think it may be Naquadriah related."
"Copy that, say no more, the teams are on their way." Adama said. He put the headset down. "Lieutenant, tell the Chief to put a Geological survey team together ASAP and send them down to the mines."
July 29 0643
Midway station, gym
Sheppard was making his daily run, on the tread way. He preferred just running but ever since there were some complaints about a stranger waking everybody up by running over the metal floor of the hallways he went to the gym. His attention was caught by a certain Traveler commander whom just entered the nearly abandoned gym.
"Larin." He said.
"Sheppard, How ya doin?"
"That's General for you Larin. But I'm fine, thank you, how about you?"
"I'm great, can't you see?" she said as she teased him.
"So I see." Sheppard said drooling.
"Well, I better get on; my ship's leaving in two hours after the repairs are completed."
About an hour and 15 minutes later Sheppard had showered and was in his old Atlantis uniform.
"General Sheppard?" a female voice asked.
"Yes?" Sheppard said as he turned around. "Commander Helios, what can I do for you?" ever since the Odyssey dropped the Lantean station right in front of the Midway station before continuing on its path to a bigger enemy Commander Helios and Sheppard spoke nearly every day. As it were, Helios was the leader of the last fifty odd Lanteans known to be alive. The Lanteans mostly kept to themselves on the station to do scientific research and plan their road to ascension. Nevertheless they were quite the help, especially for Janus and his research.
"You can tell us when the walkway will be operational, our current way of transportation is quite ineffective, as well as power hungry."
"It still isn't finished? Sheppard asked in unbelief, and when Helios shook her head he cursed. "That damned Kavanagh, the bastard's been telling me he'd have it finished within a few days. I'm gonna shove him out of an airlock one of these days."
"That may be a bit radical; doesn't your hierarchy allow you to transfer him to another command?" Helios laughed.
"Yeah, but I can't burden someone else with him, after all here is where he can do the least amount of damage, imagine what could happen if he was placed aboard the Sol. He did blow up the first midway station you know."
"So I have been told. But you shouldn't worry; I already have someone watch every move he makes." Helios laughed.
"That's grea…" Sheppard said before he was cut off by a big and loud bang that reverberated through the entire station. "Lorne, report!" he said in his earpiece.
"It seems to be a small asteroid sir. The sensors didn't pick it up after it was too late. Damage seems to be minimal."
"Okay, copy that, Sheppard out." Sheppard ended the short conversation. Seconds later Lorne made an announcement over the PA informing all inhabitants of the station.
"So how are you and your crewmembers doing? I imagine it was quite a shock when you heard the Wraith had won the war." Sheppard asked.
"I must admit it was quite a shock, for everyone. We had never expected to lose the war at the time we started our expedition. We knew the war was going the wrong way but we thought that with a few hundred years of hiding we would have been able to build up our forces and the high council would eventually contact us again. As time went by we just figured that the council had decided to fall back for a longer period of time than was originally anticipated. We never thought that the council would give up and leave forever without warning us. Though now we are happy that we can still be useful to someone in the fight against the Wraith, and your fight looks a lot more promising, you know how to fight. We hadn't seen war for over a million years when the war started."
"That, is true, we do know how to throw a party. Unfortunately we are currently involved in two wars and a possible third on the way, and that's not even counting the Lucian alliance."
July 9
2247 hours
Presidential Residence, Atlantis
"So doctor, I hope you can understand that someone for this position needs to be, well how to put it, perfect. This person will represent the Tau'ri federation on an intergalactic level, wars can be prevented, and millions of lives can be saved. Our current ambassador is just not good enough." President Hayes said to the only other person in the room.
"Oh I understand you. I'd say the person you were looking for is Doctor Weir, unfortunately she's gone."
"Yes, yes she is." Hayes said.
"So, if I may, who do you have in mind for the job?"
"Well, that'd be you Doctor Jackson. I want you to be the new Tau'ri ambassador to the Alliance on Heliopolis." Hayes said. "You're the best fit for the job. You are capable of overcoming differences between races that might have others stuck for months, you are a personal friend of Thor and a hero among the Asgard, you are among the best friends of Teal'c, the vice premier of the Free Jaffa, the Nox respect you and you have quite some friends among the Colonials."
"Well, in the face of such overwhelming argument all I can say is, I accept. When can I start?" Jackson asked.
"Well, the senate first needs to approve your appointment, and after that the alliance needs to approve it but considering your status it won't be a problem, say a week before you can pack up here and resettle on Heliopolis and another week to get set up and pick your staff."
"Okay, great."
"Nice, So if you won't mind, I'll very diplomatically shove you out of here so I can get some sleep, I've got a date with the joint Chiefs tomorrow morning."
"Oh that's quite alright sir, I've got an early wake up call to, by jack." Jackson said as he opened the door and stepped through. The door closed and Jackson started on his way back to his quarters, incidentally saying hello to secret service agents and other personnel still working at a late hour. As he neared his quarters he started to feel a strange, vibe, like if someone was following him.
Mere minutes before he reached his quarters he decided to go visit an old friend from the SGC, whom had his own lab on Atlantis. Doctor Jay Felger, the designer of the X-699, now named M700 and now working on improving the weapon for an A2 Version. Because of the nature of the research his lab was located far away from any important or volatile parts. His lab also had a small shield generator to contain a moderate blast that the naquadah power source could cause.
"Doctor Felger?" Jackson asked as he entered the lab.
Felger appeared from under a table on which a M700 was placed. There were various wire going to and from the weapon, all to computers around it. "Hey, hello Doctor Jackson, what brings you down here?"
"I just wondered how you were doing; I haven't seen you in a while." Jackson said.
"Oh, im fine, just so busy with the upgrade for the M700, in fact, I was just about to run a last test on this new type of holographic sight, would you care to stay?"
"Yeah sure, you need me to stand outside the shield barrier?"
"Nah, it won't be that dangerous, if something goes wrong there will just be a few sparks."
"Okay sure."
"Alright." He typed a few commands on his computer. "Initiating local shields." A low hum could be heard as the shields activated and surrounded the lab. "This will just take a minute." Felger said as equipment started to activate.
"So how are you and Cloe doing?" Jackson asked, referring to the blonde assistant of Felger whom had a crush on him for over a decade now. It was clear to anyone but Felger himself.
"Huh? There's nothing going on between us." Felger said nervously.
"Oh come on, it's obvious she likes you, and don't tell me you two haven't dated before?"
"Well, there was this one time-" Felger confessed before a series of beeps pulled his attention to the M699 on the table. "It's ready to fire."
Control room
"Hey Chuck." Amelia Banks said as she took a seat at one of the control stations. "Thanks for covering; I had some business to take care of."
"No problem, I wanted to get some work done anyways."
Anything happened while I was gone?" Banks asked.
"Nothing whatsoever, it has actually gone pretty quiet since Sheppard's gone you know."
"Yeah, no more pranks and those fights between Sheppard and McKay."
"You know, once, during the second year of the expedition I think, Sheppard-" Chuck started but was short by the fait noise of an explosion and a weak shock. Seconds later an alarm started blaring. "There was an explosion in one of the labs on the south pier, Doctor Felger's lab. The local shields were active and prevented any damage beyond the lab itself. Damage control parties are on their way and Medical has been alerted."
"Was there anybody in there?" Banks asked as more people entered the control room and started working.
"Check the logs of the life sign detector and compare that to the locator device of all SG personnel." Chuck ordered.
"Got it, there were two life signs present, cross checking with locator signals." Banks said as she opened another program. "Damn, the two present were Doctor Felger and Doctor Jackson. The signal of Doctor Felger has ceased to transmit but that of Doctor Jackson is still transmitting even though there is no life sign."
"Contact General O'Neill, he'll want to know this." Chuck said.
0354
Bridge, Sol
Drydock, Atlantis
"All hands to battle stations, this is a drill, I repeat, all hands to battle stations, this is a drill!" the PA announced as alarms blared throughout the ship.
"What do we have?" Carter asked as she entered the bridge still buttoning up her uniform. She noticed the observers standing in a far corner of the bridge noticing everything she and her crew were doing and making loads of notes.
"Hyperdrive malfunction dropped us out straight in the middle of a Wraith invasion fleet. Eight hives and two super hives plus all escorting types." Marks reported.
"Raise shields to full power. Task three turrets to take out the nearest super hive. The rest is to target hives and cruisers. Have the CILS take out any darts that dare to come to close. Launch fighters on protective duty and load up a few mark eights for targets of opportunity." Carter ordered. "Also send a request for back up to any nearby 304's." she added in an afterthought.
For a while orders where acknowledged and executed, early results came in and the status of the shields was read aloud as it took simulated damage. As time progressed hives and cruisers were 'destroyed' and damage was taken. The virtual battle continued to progress in the favor of the Sol and after nearly fifteen minutes the remains of the Wraith fleet fled the battle and the drill was called to an end.
The next three hours all actions were carefully scrutinized by the observers and the crew's responses were evaluated. In the end the drill was rated a solid good, not a very good, but a good nevertheless. After everything was over she decided to change and wake up Jack for an early morning run along the piers of the city.
0712 hours
As Sam reached their quarters she entered expecting to find Jack in his work out gear, instead she found him in his dress uniform. "Jack? What's up? Why aren't you in your work out gear, I thought we were going for a run this morning?"
"There was an accident this morning, a lab blew up. There is one confirmed dead, namely Doctor Felger, and one presumed dead, Daniel." Jack said with sadness in his voice and on his face.
"Wow, Daniel." Was all Sam could say while trying to block tears from flowing. "Why presumed?" Sam asked after she cleared her throat.
"They recovered Doctor Felger's remains, but all they could found of Jackson were the transponder, his glasses and his watch, no body, no blood, nothing. His watch was scorched on the outside but pristine on the back side. You know anything that would cause this?" Jack asked.
"All I can think of is Ascension. Have you told Vala already?" Sam asked.
"I was just about to when you arrived."
"Alright, give me a minute and I'll join you after I've changed. Have you contacted Teal'c?" Sam asked as she went to one of the closets and pulled out one of her dress uniforms and started changing in the bedroom.
"He'll be here as soon as possible but he had some business to take care off before he could make it here."
Somewhere, out there, on a higher plain of existence
Daniel walked through a street that could have been any small American town's main street. After a while he reached a restaurant, or rather what remained of it. Most of the restaurant was blown up and one of the few things left was a sign with the restaurant's name. Suddenly it hit him, it was the same restaurant as where he met Anubis is his ascended form, and where Oma Desala finally took action against him by battling him in eternity.
"Welcome back Daniel." Someone behind him said.
He turned around and was face to face with an ascended. "Hi Morgan, at last we meet again, though I think it could have been under better circumstances."
"Well, you deserved it this time; I just gave you a little push when the time was there."
"What actually happened here?" Daniel asked.
"A lot of things have changed since you left. The destruction you see here is the result of a Council approved action, it destroyed seventeen ascended beings. They attempted to arrest members of the resistance, we resisted." Morgan said.
"Resistance? Council approved action? What the hell is going on here?" Daniel asked confused.
"As I said, thing have changed since you left. The ascended domain has fallen into a civil war. The conflict over our policy of non interference has grown too big to be solved through talking."
"Really, I never imagined ascended beings being unable to talk something out."
"Neither did I. it was only after we learned of the destructive powers of the Dominion that we truly wanted to do something instead of waiting for our death. Many of us saw the Tau'ri as the perfect chance to stop these monsters, but even now, their chances are virtually nonexistent without our help."
"How do you imagine the Ascended beings can help the Tau'ri?" Daniel asked.
"By actively preventing the Dominion to access powers beyond their level, and showing the Tau'ri where there are old caches of weapons hidden. We can also help with locating Dominion fleets and report their destinations. We still could not directly interfere; it would create a precedent for future wars and would force us to take action in those wars as well."
"But this could only happen after you have taken control of the council. How are you planning to do that?"
"We need to raise awareness to our cause, most ascended don't know much of what is going on at the lower plains, they believe the propaganda the council is spreading. You are a diversion, because of your ties to the Tau'ri and your previous actions the council will watch you intensely. While they are preoccupied with you we can gather our forces to make a stand, a stand that will let every ascended being know what is really going on."
"Okay, when do we start?" Daniel simply asked.
Proculus
Temple of Athar
July 22
1435 hours
After a long walk from where they landed the jumper to where the temple of Athar was General Sheppard, Lieutenant Boloney and two escorting marines reached the temple. They were greeted by the high priestess of Athar, Chaya Sar, whom in fact was also Athar and an ascended being.
"John Sheppard, I've been awaiting your arrival." Chaya greeted him.
"So I've been told, in my dreams." Sheppard said.
"I see Daniel Jackson has spoken to you as well."
"Yes he has, and I've now completed all the preparations, I was just wondering if you needed me to do anything else and if you were ready as well."
"I have been ready for quite a while. All I need you to do is to keep to the plan as explained to you by Daniel Jackson. First you will gather civilians from all Pegasus races on Proculus, and as I will signal you, you will make sure the Wraith and Vanir know about it. Then you are free to assemble a fleet to take out the Wraith fleet that will undoubtedly come to cull the planet as my fellow ascended beings will defend it."
"And how exactly will this benefit you or me for that matter?" Sheppard asked.
"Why so many questions? I hope you are not expecting an answer to all of them." Chaya replied.
"Well, I hadn't expected all of this to be true and thought this was just a bad dream, but some answers would be good." Sheppard admitted.
"In time John, in time you will get all the answers you desire. But for now, you must do with what you have now. Now please come and rest, I'm sure it has been a long walk." Chaya said as she led the group inside her temple where they could rest and relax.
August 2
1200 hours
Plot room
Battlestar Galactica
Adama again walked into his plot room to find the major of the marine force aboard Pegasus present and working on the map updating it.
"Major, what is the total casualty count so far?" Adama asked.
"We have 1200 KIA, and another 3150 WIA. The enemy is now totally defeated with nearly 45.000 POW's and the rest has been killed. The Tau'ri have evacuated most of their dead and all the heavy wounded to Earth, they have also brought in additional ground units, namely six reserve brigades totaling about 28.000 troops."
"Good, what are the plans for now?"
"The Tau'ri are investigating the size of the Naquadah and Naquadriah deposits to see if it warrants establishing a mining operation. If they decide to establish mining operations they will also build a base which will replace the already planned forwards operations post a few light years away from here."
"That forward operations post would be the staging area for any future attacks on Aschen planets right?"
"Yes sir. The Tau'ri are already training units for an invasion of Aschen planets, they just need to find a solution to all the biological warfare the Aschen are known for. We were lucky the Aschen didn't deploy any biological here."
"Have we found anything useful related to biological warfare?"
"Yeah, we recovered computers with files on their bio agents and their rules for deployment. Fortunately we were lucky and a missile that went astray destroyed the biological weapons bunker and destroyed all the viruses."
"Lucky us, has the data been sent to Atlantis?"
"Yes admiral, they are already working on vaccines."
"Great, now I need you to make a briefing for your successor, we are being relieved in a few days by Belzen's BSG 22."
"Yes sir."
AN: Next Chapter will feature the BB-305 Sol in its full glory