Here's the next chapter. Sorry if anyone has been waiting for a while for me to update this but things just came up that weren't allowing me to really write, plus my other stories have been a constant source of inspiration that I couldn't get out of my head. But here it is.

StargateFFWriter: Thanks, I thought it was a good realistic way of having a story like this take place.

Tel nok shock: Well you wanted more, so here you go.

Chapter Two

Location: Stargate Command

Date: April 12, 2016

Time: 0800

The briefing was lengthy and detailed with plenty of pictures videos and timelines showing the history of Stargate Command. Apparently the SGC had been at war, in secret, for a long time. The Earth had been threatened with destruction on more than a dozen occasions and barely made it out. And it seemed that it was due to the actions of a few men and women here at Cheyenne Mountain doing the miracle work. A unit named SG-1 had single handedly been responsible for the survival of not only Earth but the Human Race along with overthrowing evil Gou'ald System Lords, destroying the Ori, and stopping the Replicators. This was so much to take in in so little time that they were nothing short of stunned. In fact they were all so stunned at what they were being told that not one of them said a word the whole time. That is until they reached the part where Dr. Jackson got to why they were here, and the plan that the SGC had for each and every one of them.

"The project that you've been selected for is called the Generations Project," Dr. Jackson said, "What it has done has been to screen possible candidates using a combination of set parameters. Possible candidates had to be of military age, they needed to have a special set of genes in their DNA, they needed to meet a set of physical requirements, they needed to pass through aptitude tests of their personalities, candidates had to meet certain intelligence requirements, they would need to pass through numerous security screenings, and lastly all candidates needed to have a certain skill set that was judged off of an experimental military simulator that you all played at some point in time."

What Daniel Jackson had just revealed to them was a shocker. The military had been watching them! It was a creepy revelation, and they all in some way felt a certain sense of being violated in some way shape or form. But they all knew that there had to be a damn good reason for them being selected, as the military always had a reason and then a plan. So each of them searched their own feelings to decide what they thought of all this. And a single question then came to the very forefront of their minds.

"Why would the military screen us?" Leo asked.

"What the SGC needs is a new type of SG Team, a team that has the youth to stay on as part of the SGC for many years to make sure that all the training given to you is not wasted. Each of you has been selected for different reasons, reasons that will become apparent to each and every one of you as you progress through your training. The simple answer is, the military needs new soldiers, and you are the best fit for the job," Jackson said, looking Leo in the eye.

"And most of us here have some sort of military background?" Randy asked curiously.

"Yes, well, the preferred candidates were to be military academy cadets or in your case Mr. Forrest, JROTC. But those of you not in any sort of military program are still extremely talented to beat out a person of military background," Jackson replied.

"Will, we end up becoming military? Like, do we have to become soldiers?" Jackie asked, a little worried.

"It's your choice, you can become a soldier with the ranks and everything that goes with it, including pay, but no you don't have to."

"And you'll still have to go through training at the Alpha Site," a new voice said.

The whole group turned to see another Air Force General, this time not as dressed up, but a General all the same. He was a three star, the same as O'Neill, but he was much older. The whole room stood up to attention, following the example of Leo and Zach who had been in this particular situation before. The general however waved them down nonchalantly and walked in.

"Hello team, I'm General Landry, commanding officer of Stargate Command. Now, you've heard the briefing from Doctor Jackson, now it's time for us to hear something from you. Are you in?" he asked, "If you accept, please stand now."

The group of teenagers looked around nervously, deep in thought. Accepting this opportunity could change their lives forever, or end their lives in short while. They each weighed and gaged the consequences, the opportunities, the risks, the rewards, and one by one they all made their fateful decision. Each of them stood up, looking around to see that each and every one of them had indeed agreed to this proposition. They looked forward to see that Landry was standing and had a slight smile creeping across his face. So he decided nodded and stepped forward.

"Welcome to the SGC, this time, as the first in the new line of SG Teams. You'll have a room assigned to you and obviously we'll have to do some paperwork. So when the other teams arrive we'll have you all set to go. Oh, by the way, you're just the American team, there are twenty other countries gathering teams at the moment. So beware, they'll be all be gunning for the ability to say that they are the top dogs of the SGC."

The group quietly looked around to see that they were all quite intrigued by this. But their thoughts were instantly cut off when Landry ordered them dismissed. The military members of the group snapped to attention as he left which left them to follow Jackson out of the room to wherever they would be spending their time until the other nations' teams were gathered and ready to do whatever it was they were going to do.

"Wonder what nations are going to be here?" Leo asked Zach as they left the briefing room.

"Russia definitely," Zach said, "I would also guess the more affluent NATO nations as well. Great Britain, France, Germany, ya' know, those guys."

"I wouldn't be surprised if the Chinese show up as well," Randy put in smartly.

"Oh there'll be more than them showing up to the party," Jackson put in from the front of the line as they reached their places, "Teams are being assembled all over the world, on every continent the best and the brightest, and only the youngest of those best are going to be here in the next few days. So get yourself acquainted with one another, because soon you're all you're gonna be able to count on."

Jackie became a little nervous at that, thinking of the possibilities that came with having to interact with so many foreign people of the same caliber that the Air Force obviously thought she was. But as they came to the place that she guessed was to be their quarters she focused on what was being said by Jackson.

"Okay, here we are, your names are on the doors and there's uniforms laid out for you so go ahead and put them on and meet your next supervisor here in a few minutes. Oh, when you meet him, don't stare at the gold thing on his forehead, he doesn't like that," Jackson advised them as they looked at the rooms that had their individual names in removable holders on the doors themselves.

The group one by one walked into their rooms to see that Jackson was correct. On the beds was a clean and pressed all black uniform with a white shirt on top of it. The uniform was not a dress uniform thankfully, instead it was a Battle Dress Uniform of some odd type. None of them had ever seen an all-black variant. It was simple enough to put on, and as they could have guessed their uniforms fit just right. The boots were a pain for those who had never worn military boots before, they were large, with a tall ankle support part with laces that ran up the front which had to be completely stringed up from scratch. But they all ended up getting the boots squared away with the black pants tucked into the boots and so they all grabbed the patrol caps of matching color and pulled them on after making sure they were adjusted to what they wanted. On their sleeves was the American flag, Old Glory, as well as a unit patch of the Stargate Command Emblem, although they hadn't received a proper team designation yet so there wasn't a Roman Numeral to signify their team. The group made their way outside to see that they were not alone in the hall. Standing directly in the entrance to their section of the base was a huge man.

All the members of the young American team were a bit thrown off by the man that was standing in the middle of the hall, hands behind his back. His eyes studied the young group thoroughly, piercing their very souls almost.

"Are you supposed to be…" Leo asked hesitantly, trying to get a gauge of the man they were meeting.

"I am, Daniel Jackson asked me to meet you here to escort you to the infirmary," the man responded tactfully.

"The infirmary?" Krissy asked, leaning forward, wanting to hear more.

"Yes, there are several physical examinations and procedures that you must go through before becoming an official member of this command."

"Uh…okay," Zach said, "lead on...hold on, what's your name sir?" Zach asked.

"My name is Teal'c of Chulak. Follow me please."

Teal'c turned down the hallway and gracefully walked down the hall with his hands clasped behind his back. The group all shrugged their shoulders and hesitantly followed him down the hallway.

"Hey um…Teal'c? What kind of procedures were you talking about?" Randy asked, curious more than anything.

"You shall you see Cadet Randy Paige," Teal'c replied evenly, using Randy's full name.

"Ha, cadets," Ryan smirked.

"Are you not a member of this program Ryan Forrest?" Teal'c replied.

"Yeah, of course."

"Then you too are a cadet."

Ryan froze, having basically been told off.

"Nice move genius," Michael poked at him as they all continued following Teal'c to a large open door where several dozen medical personnel were waiting with separate setups for them.

"Well," a woman wearing the trappings of a doctor stepped forward, "I was told you'd be young, but I gotta say, you're definitely younger than I expected. Doctor Carolyn Lam, Chief Medical Officer. Oh you don't have to introduce yourselves, I've already read your profiles and medical records."

"Our profiles? What is it you don't know about us?" Michael asked, quite fed up with being the subject of so much attention and relative intrusion into his life.

"Well, I don't know how you managed to hook up with a cheerleader," Dr. Lam responded, smiling smugly, making every girl on the team cough uncomfortably and instantly caused Michael blush.

"Okay, okay, let's go this over with."

"Very well, follow me please," Dr. Lam responded, "Each of you will be receiving an implant into the base of your spines that will be able to transmit your vitals to the SGC, the infirmary, and…well you get the picture," she trailed off, her message clear.

"This implant is the first of its kind," a familiar and authoritative voice picked up from behind the team, causing them all to jump to attention at General Carter's voice, "It's okay team, stand down. The chip will also broadcast your location through subspace frequencies only the SGC, and our own ships are capable of hearing."

"Tracking beacons?" Jackie flinched.

"Bio-Transponders is what Area 51 calls them," General Carter responded.

"Have they been tested ma'am?" Randy piped up, now really wanting to know more.

"Not in the field."

"Does it hurt ma'am?" Leo spoke up.

"Oh yeah," Dr. Lam responded grinned, "So who's first?"

Everyone looked straight at Zach and then he finally groaned and decided to just step forward before he was selected. Dr. Lam held up her arm to signal that Zach was to follow him. The others lifted their eyebrows, and followed him to see what was in store for them. She led Zach to a bed where a pair of nurses were setting up a bed and a table that had a gun like item on it along with an iPad with numerous lists and scrolls and in the very center was a diorama of a human body.

"Ya'll suck. Let's get this over with, at least I'll be able to see them have their own bouts with pain and not worry."

"Actually, you'll more than likely pass out, it has to attach to your nervous system and that tends to knock most people out."

"What?!"

"Lay on the bed please, nurse, BT number one please," Dr. Lam ordered calmly, "you others please follow Dr. Yu to your own places and I'll be with you in a moment."

Another man in a white lab-coat walked in, "follow me please."

"Good luck pal," Leo grinned as he walked off, receiving a courteous middle finger as he left.

"Now, you're gonna feel a slight pinch at first, that's the pain killer relaxing the area where we're going to implant your transponder," Lam told him as she was handed a gnarly looking needle.

"Where is it going to be implanted?" Zach asked.

"Right at the base your skull," Carter spoke up, "It gives us the most protected place to place it, anywhere else and it would rub against your spine. It'll be under the skin, just barely coming into contact your primary spinal cord so that all bodily activity is picked up."

"Ma'am, I don't think I need to know the particulars," Zach responded nervously as he felt the rubbing alcohol on the back of his head after it was shaved partly in the area that it would have the transponder placed.

"Later on you will Gage," Lam replied as she slowly got the pain killer into position, "Ready? Three, two, one…"

A piercing, pinching pain burned through the back of Zach's head as he gritted his teeth and gripped the sheets tightly. Immediately the affected area became quite numb, as promised and then Dr. Lam took a deep breath and placed the weapon like injecting device against the selected area and quickly pushed down and pulled the trigger. Zach felt it penetrate his skin and then burrow deeply into his flesh near his spinal cord using a piston powered by compressed air. It worked just like a nail gun, except this thing sent a million dollar Bio-Transponder into his flesh to be mated with his nervous system. Warm blood began to slowly seep from the tiny wound as Dr. Lam placed a bandage over it and quickly grabbed a scanner and held it over his neck where she had placed the chip.

"Zach you okay?" she asked pleasantly.

"So far so good…" he responded wearily, as his body started to just now send waves of pain right at him, but in that moment, it was too much for his brain to process all at once. So he simply passed out.

"When you feel like you're going to pass out just…" Dr. Lam spoke again, but then saw that her patient was already out like a light, "and he's passed out."

"Hmm…" General Carter tapped her chin, looking at the chip's progress at linking with the boy's nervous network, "It's actually working Doctor. I'm already getting heart beat count, breathing rate, I'd say it has done fairly well."

"So far," the good doctor responded, stitching up the small wound before moving on, "that's just the first one. We still have several more to go."

"Alright, let's go. Thank you Airman," Carter responded, handing the iPad back to a waiting nurse who then got to work going over the progress of the chip's adapting to Zach's neural profile.

"Carter," a familiar voice called over from the entrance to the infirmary, it was General O'Neill.

"Tell me how when they wake up," Carter said to Dr. Lam before turning and walking to O'Neill.

"Shepherd's here," he spoke up, "just arrived from Atlantis; I figured you'd want to know in case McKay came down to see how his new toys were being treated."

"Oh yes sir, thank you. I guess you'll want to brief them on what they'll be doing while Atlantis is being refitted and repaired?"

"…Yeah," O'Neill responded after a moment, "ladies first," he said again, holding out his hand.

The two of them walked out and past a group of SF's marching in step with M-16's slung over their shoulders. Other technicians, civilians, and SF's saluted them as the duo of Generals marched their way up to the conference room where they would be meeting with the SGC's SG-1 and Atlantis's AR-1.

The two Generals walked in to see that the two teams were gathered around the conference table with Ronon Dex and Teal'c arm wrestling. O'Neill looked at Carter and winked at her, putting a finger to his lips. He then crept up behind Colonel's Mitchell and Shepherd who were too consumed by the stagnant battle between the two team heavy-weights. On the table was probably a hundred dollars of cash money placed down as a bet, more than likely orchestrated by Vala who was cheering Teal'c on loudly. O'Neill grinned and leaned in between Mitchell and Shepherd quietly.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked loudly, making the entire room except Teal'c and Ronon jump in surprise.

"Ten-hut!" Mitchell called out, saluting immediately.

"At ease gents. Uh…Teal'c, Ronon?"

"I am currently occupied General O'Neill."

"I see that…" O'Neill responded, "care to…push the pause button."

"This isn't gonna end until one of us wins," Ronon replied again testily, staring into Teal'c eyes with an undeterred determination.

"I do believe it would be proper if we did simply postpone this match," Teyla spoke up.

The two men looked at each other before gradually backing off and then letting go of one another as the rest of the group decided to sit down and listen to the two Generals.

"Great, now, on to business," O'Neill spoke up sitting down.

"As you all know many of our most senior SG Teams are beginning to approach the maximum age for active field duty, and are being moved to other occupations. The problem is we can't train enough replacements to match the rate at which we are losing our most seasoned troops. So this new initiative has been suggested, explored, and studied. The President and the IOA have recently given it the go ahead," Carter outlined, passing out folders with the details of the operation in question inside.

"Project Generation?" Rodney asked, looking at the folder.

"What does this have to do with us sir?" Mitchell looked O'Neill dead in the eye.

"You're the ones training them."

"Training who?" Shepherd nearly whispered, furrowing his eye brows.

"Every nation on that list has begun gathering selected recruits between the ages of eighteen and twenty of special qualifications. Intelligence, genetics, aptitude tests, physical fitness, etcetera," Carter replied.

"So little A-Teams?" Shepherd asked sarcastically.

"Not little by any stretch Colonel, these teams will be on average twice the size of our SG-Teams in the past. We've analyzed our past encounters and we've found that strength in numbers has always been a very helpful advantage in combat and exploration operations. Our four man setup was vulnerable to being too susceptible to being overwhelmed if one or more members were compromised. With new setup these teams can take hits and still have the ability to hold their own if they are engaged by hostiles," Carter once again outlined.

"It means they're bigger and badder teams built for combat," O'Neill piped up, putting everything in simpler terms.

"Oh, so you want us train them? These kids from all these countries?" Ronon asked.

"How many countries are we talking about here?" Vala asked, idly leafing through the papers.

"Twenty-two nations, that's one hundred and fifty four trainees."

"That's a whole hell of a lot of kids," Rodney grumbled.

"I take it we got the jump on the others by assembling ours first?" Mitchell spoke up, once he got to the profiles of the American SG Team candidates.

"Yep, they've already received their Bio-Transponders," Carter replied.

"What? You actually implanted them? I wanted to be there when the transponders were first implanted to monitor the progress! I designed the subspace signal they give out!" McKay immediately babbled.

"McKay…"

"What?! I think that it is only fair that…"

The door opened and Dr. Lam walked in, cutting off Rodney mid-rant. She had a great big smile plastered on her face, "Generals, sorry to interrupt."

"That's fine Doctor, you came just in time," O'Neill said, getting a curious look from McKay.

"Well, they're awake."

"They came to far more quickly than I thought," Carter mused, looking at her watch.

"Well, you guys wanna meet them?"

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