Stargate: Unity, 4th Series

Episode 4: Shock n' Awe

Chapter 2:

SGC Gate room.

"Where's Vala and Sweeney?" Cam asked, directing it at Teal'c, as he looked around the gate room for the two newest members of SG-1.

"I am Unsure Colonel Mitchell."

"For the last time!" Mitchell shouted, as he saw Vala walk into the room holding the plasma cannon she tried to take to Baal's extraction, "you are NOT taking that on missions!"

"I was just showing Master Sergeant Declan here my toys..." Vala replied with a big grin on her face as she gave Sweeney a wink.

Cam just gave him a stare, knowing Vala was just trying to get him in trouble; it was still funny seeing the probie panic.

"I... I swear..." Stumbled Declan, worrying he was going to be transferred off of SG-1 before he went on a single mission.

"Save it Sergeant," Said Cam, laughing on the inside but keeping very serious facial expressions. "Walter Dial it up."

"Chevron 7 locked. Wormhole Established."

"SG's 1, 2, 7, and 19, you have a go." Said Landry leaning forward to the microphone.

1 Wormhole trip later;

"Alright, 7's you got the gate, 2's and 19's your with us – move out." Ordered Mitchell.

The roads to the gate looked well travelled, probably a kassa farming planet, or a planet that needs a large supply of kassa Cam thought.

As the three SG teams neared the top of, what Vala described as, a ridiculously large hill, they could hear faint noises, mostly voices along with rusty cart wheels turning.

The 10 marines and 2 aliens crouched at the top, Mitchell and Reynolds both pulled out their binoculars, and took a look at what they presumed was a town.

"Is that what I think it is?" Asked Cam, fearing the answer.

"They're training an entire army down there!" Reynolds shouted.

Vala hated being left out, "Let me see! Gimme!" She imposed, as she swiped the binoculars away from Mitchell.

But before she could find the large field where a hundred or so men were running through drills with guns, 2 gliders flew over their heads and alarms coming from the camp starting ringing.

Cam shouted to take cover, but there was none; they were at the top of a hill in the middle of a large grass field.

"To the tree line!" Shouted Reynolds, pointing out a small cluster of trees about 200 yards from their location.

The 12 of them sprinted of towards the trees while being battered with falling dirt from the explosion caused by fire from staff cannons hitting the ground all around them.

The next shot, however, did more than just fling soil everywhere, Tiel'c and a member from SG2 went down.

Tiel'c was quick to get back on his feet, but the other man wasn't so lucky. He was knocked unconscious by the force of the blast, Colonel Reynolds quickly tried to wake him but after a few seconds of failure he requested aid from Teal'c and the 2 carried the unconscious man of towards the tree line.

"Mitchell!" Reynolds shouted, as they caught up to the group at the tree line, "We have to get him to the gate!"

"Oh bloody hell." He said quietly to himself, as he turned and saw the blood trailing down the Air man's face, "Were not gonna make it nowhere with these gliders on our back!

"Pretty soon we are going to have a lot more than just 2 gliders attacking us; they had hundreds of troops down there!" Vala pitched.

"We can't make it back to the gate; they'll have 1.5 clicks to chase us down over open fields! Radio SG-7, we need reinforcements!"

"I'm here!" Shouted Agent Barrett holding a suit case, "I know you can see me!" he shouted again, now looking directly at the security camera.

"Go search him." Said Baal quietly, instructing his minions to go down to the car park.

A few seconds later a man, which agent Barrett thought didn't seem to fit the profile of a Goa'uld, reported back to Baal, "He's clean."

"Bring him."

"It's all there," the same man said, as he entered the room and handed Baal the suit case.

"Well, isn't that delightful."

"You have your money," Barrett started, "But there's one thing I don't understand. You can take over virtually any company/organization on earth, yet you try to build your own franchise legally?"

"There's something to be said for satisfaction earned over satisfaction stolen."

"Really? I didn't think that stuff mattered to Goa'uld. You know, seeing as you 'stole' and enslaved millions of humans and got them to worship you as gods by controlling technology you stole from other races."

"I'm turning over a new leaf, as it were."

"Oh, how nice of you."

"Take him away," Baal finished, getting bored with the conversation.

"Alright Major Connolley, all systems are active, you can take her up." Sam informed Rochelle, the commander of the British/French ship The Dover, from engineering

"Sub light engines, take us into orbit, Lieutenant." The young, rather beautiful Major ordered.

The Dover slowly rose out of the hangar bay then engaged Sub light Engines and took off into the sky, the first 304 ship to do so in a week, even the Apollo and the Daedalus were grounded in Atlantis and the Phoenix was stranded in the middle of nowhere, but they had its stocks resupplied regularly by cargo ships on loan from the Jaffa.

"All systems are working at 100%, no sign of any virus affecting the ship." Lieutenant Clarke reported.

"Thank you Colonel," Connolley said over the PA system, "The Dover is fully operational, are you ready to beam over to the Arcturus?"

"Go ahead, and also Beam Mike to the Gorbachev. We need all our 304's ready."

"Yes Ma'am, go ahead Clarke."

"General, whats the situation?" Sam asked as soon as she reached the bridge on the Arcturus.

Jack had just finished speaking to a marine when Carter was beamed over, "Cameron, sg-1, sg-2, and sg-19 are pinned down by Lucian Alliance soldiers off world. That's all we got, were going in for extraction."

"Just the Arcturus, sir?"

"She can handle it, plus we don't want to risk committing any 304's if there's a chance they can be compromised, no, for the moment all 304's are restricted to earth and Atlantis... as soon as the Phoenix gets back."

"That's highly unlikely sir, me and Michael have written a program which will predetermine any algorithms the virus can come up with even with its high level of artificial intelligence."

"Yeah I knew that..." Jack replied... looking around the room trying to avoid eye contact with Carter, "But that doesn't mean it's worth the risk, not if it can be handled by a ship that's not at risk." He then turned to Major Gantt, "Plot course for 92X 799."