Well here's another chapter folks. I've been really working on my plot lines for the story and I'm confident I've got a winner that I'll be rolling with. Enjoy this chapter, hopefully I'll have some new ones soon.

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Chapter 3

Location: Stargate Command

Date: April 12, 2016

Time: 1200

"Oh my head…" Krissy groaned as she held her hand to her throbbing skull as she regained consciousness.

"Look who's up," a familiar flirting voice said from her bedside.

"It only took her fifteen minutes. Five longer than us."

Krissy rolled over onto her back gingerly, looking up to see Ryan and Michael sitting in chairs next to her bed. The two of them had great big grins plastered on their faces as if they knew something that she didn't. Off to the side were several more of the team, Zach was talking with Leo, and Randy was chatting it up with Jackie.

"What are you two staring at?" Krissy groaned as she laid her head back against the pillow and willed the incessant pain in her head to go away.

"Oh us? Just waiting for you to wake up, it's taken longer than I should for the transponder to adapt to your neural structure," Michael responded.

"That's pretty damned creepy," she replied.

"Yeah, it kinda is…" Ryan thought out loud, rubbing his chin.

"Hey Krissy," Randy piped up, walking over to see her, "feelin' alright?"

"My head's killing me…" she groaned in response.

"There's some aspirin on the table right there, that'll take care of it. The pain will only last for about ten minutes, after that it fades away."

"Thanks," she replied, popping the two pills into her mouth and sat up in the bed.

"It seems that you're set to meet some interesting people," a familiar voice said from behind them, "ah…Krissy, you're awake."

"Thank you Doc, is my head good to go?"

"Yes, your nervous system is well in tune with the transponder," Dr. Lam replied, holding a scanner to Randy's neck and smiled, nodding with satisfaction.

"Can't we just call it a chip?" Randy groaned, "I mean it's a whole hell of a lot easier to say chip."

"Yeah, it is, but don't say that in front of Dr. McKay, he designed them."

"Hold on, the Dr. McKay?!" Randy stumbled with her words.

"Are you familiar with him?" Lam responded, tapping in one more thing into her iPad.

"Am I familiar with him? I've followed his whole career up until he fell off the grid several years ago to work with the military. You're telling me that the chip in my neck is something of his design?" Randy breathed out excitedly.

"Yes it is, now everyone, I guess that everyone's feeling fairly well so please follow me."

She turned and started out with the seven recruits right behind her. They all had managed to regain consciousness far faster than any of the physicians had estimated and the whole process of linking their neural profiles to the Bio-Transponders had gone off without a hitch far more quickly than they had originally estimated. So they were now off to their next stop, meeting their predecessors who, unknown to them, would be giving them the next phase of their training.

"So who are we meeting?" Zach asked as Dr. Lam made it to a door guarded by a pair Air Force SF's.

"You'll see."

The door opened and revealed eleven people standing there, studying them. Three were instantly recognized as Generals Landry, Carter, and O'Neill. They also recognized Daniel Jackson and Teal'c. But there were others in the room as well.

"Ten-hut!" Leo called out first, instantly making them all snap to attention.

"Oh yeah, they're Cadets alright," Mitchell grinned.

"Stand down team take a seat. I'd like you all to meet SG-1, this is Colonel Mitchell, Vala Mal Doran, and you've already met Teal'c and Dr. Jackson. This is AR-1, from Atlantis, Colonel Mitchell, Teyla, Ronon Dex, and Dr. Rodney McKay," General Landry spoke up.

"Dr. McKay? The Dr. McKay?" Randy asked tentatively.

"Yes?" Rodney replied, a bit uneasily as the 18 year old brunette cadet walked up to him.

"Oh my gosh, this is so cool to meet you. I've been following your work for a very long time…"

"Oh no, an admirer, that's not gonna shrink his ego at all," Sheppard groaned sarcastically.

"Hey, at least she admires something worthwhile," McKay snapped back.

"Dr. McKay, I'm sure that you and the cadet will be able to trade notes later on, at the moment we have business to attend to," Landry spoke up.

"Oh yeah right…"

The entire room sat down around the group and then began to go about their get-to-know-the-new-kids meeting.

"Well, first, I suppose we should introduce each of our candidates for the Generations Project," Carter started, "we'll start with Midshipman Fourth Class Zachary Gage, of the Texas Maritime Academy."

"Oooh, a sea cowboy," Vala immediately said in her classic flirtatious manner.

"Sea Aggie, actually," Zach corrected her.

"Next is Cadet Corporal Leoncio Delrio, of West Point. Then Cadet Airman Randy Paige of the Air Force Academy. Michael Anderson, of the University of Virginia Tech, Krissy Waters of University of Stanford, Ryan Forrest, of Pennsylvania University, and finally Jackie Keith, of Harvard University."

"What a motely band we have," Sheppard chuckled at the diverse group.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed.

"Well motely or not, they are the metaphorical chosen few. And you will all be training them, at the newly renovated Alpha Site," O'Neill responded, partly agreeing with what was being said, and thought, at the table.

"Well let's get started," Ronon spoke up, getting up out of his chair.

"Sit down Ronon, we still have to officially sign them as trainees," O'Neill ordered.

"Why? Back on Sateda the first thing that greeted me when I left the recruiting office was an instructor who I fought my first sparring match with," Ronon replied.

"It's a legal thing, and an I-don't-want-you-killing-our-first-recruits thing," O'Neill replied calmly.

"I won't kill 'em, just hurt 'em."

"Right there is why I'm having second thoughts about having you as our hand to hand instructor."

"You had a first thought?" McKay piped up.

"I think we're getting off topic here," Landry said testily, "Now, Cadets, stand up. Each of the new Cadets looked around at one another and then stood up, "This is something I haven't done in a long time. But I remember my own Oath of Office."

"Oath of Office? You mean, into the military?" Jackie squeaked.

"Yep, we've all had to do it, unless you don't want to be in the military," Carter replied.

"Oh, I do, I do want to be a part of the military. My parents won't like it, but, hey why not?"

"Very well, raise your right hand and repeat after me: I, insert your name."

Every one of them repeated every word as instructed.

"Do solemnly swear or affirm that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same."

The others in the room watched, holding in grins of pride, amusement, and satisfaction that they were seeing the next generation step up to the plate, just like they had done many years ago.

"And that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."

"Welcome to the Air Force," Landry said as soon as they repeated the final words.

"It sorta gives ya warm tinglies inside doesn't it?" O'Neill chuckled.

"I find it most heartwarming to see the next generation of warriors swear to defend and uphold what they believe in," Teyla bowed respectfully.

"Yeah, it's real cool and all, but I have a question," McKay piped up.

"Yes Doctor," Landry groaned.

"My nation is on the list for sending a team right?"

"Yes Canada has already gathered their team, they and the British, Australians, and New Zealanders will be arriving tomorrow all at once, It seems the Commonwealth likes to stick together," Landry responded.

"Can I train them now?" Ronon grumbled.

"Yes, you may."

"Just don't hurt them," Sheppard whispered, just loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"I won't."

"This I'll need to see," Vala giggled.

Mitchell reluctantly got up and led the way to the gym where Ronon could "train" them, and within a few minutes they had arrived. Ronon took off his belt and holster and handed it to Sheppard and walked out into the middle of the matted floor and stood waiting.

"Alright, let's see what you got," Ronon taunted.

"Cadets Gage, Delrio, Forrest, and Anderson front and center," Colonel Sheppard ordered confidently.

"Yes sir," Zach replied.

Each of them stepped forward after tossing their hats to the side and taking off the black BDU they had on, so that they didn't get in the way. Ronon grinned and assumed his fighting position as the Atlantis members braced themselves for what was obviously going to be an ass kicking.

"Just try to knock me down," Ronon said before advancing on them.

The group of four was easily thrown off by the sudden aggressive move against them and instinctively backed up until Ronon just charged straight at them and leapt into the air, fist curled ready to strike. He brought it down right into Ryan's jaw, catapulting him backwards. Before any of them could react he had kicked Leo in the back of the knee, forcing him to his knees before receiving a savage blow to nose from Ronon's right knee. Michael now decided to react by throwing a single jab that Ronon blocked with his left arm as he spun around, back handing Michael across the face. But then Zach swung a left hook that missed high as Ronon ducked and spun away grabbing his arm in the process and twisted it violently, throwing Zach to the floor instantly.

"Man have I got my work cut out for me," Ronon grumbled as he walked back to the center of the mat while the guys wobbled back onto their feet.

"Best…best two out of three," Ryan growled, wiping away a dribble of blood from his cheek.

"You're on," Ronon agreed.

"Okay, this time, don't bunch up," Zach said, "get on his sides, come at him from all angles."

"I don't think it'll end much better, but what do we have to lose?" Michael grumbled.

All four spread out a bit more than last time and started advancing themselves, this time keeping their guard up. But whenever Ronon would make any move to them they would back away, not wanting a repeat of what they had just gone through. Gradually, with all eyes watching, they surrounded him on all sides. Ronon just chuckled and assumed a balanced stance and waited for them to attack him. He didn't need to wait long, Zach and Leo charged first, with Ryan and Michael hesitating for a split second before advancing themselves. Zach swung first, throwing a right jab that Ronon just dodged threw him off to the side to block a powerful right-left combo from Leo before punching Ryan in the gut as he then grabbed Michael's own arm and twisted it behind his back as Zach returned with left jab that hit Michael right on the nose. Ronon then kicked out at Leo, hitting him right in the shin, making him stumble backwards. Zach then tried blocking a single blow from Ronon, semi-successfully as he wasn't hit in face as the blow was originally intended but his arm was grabbed and Ronon swept his leg out from under him, knocking him to the mat. Leo tried a straight up bull rush that Ronon just slammed his elbow and forearm into, knocking Leo straight to the ground as he then gave Ryan a final blow to the face that finished the round.

They were slow to get up, as each was bloodied and bruised. It would have been wise for them to just give in but at the moment, they really weren't feeling up to admitting defeat.

"Alright, I'd say that you guys have had enough, Ronon stop beating them and start teaching them please," Sheppard piped up, "unless you ladies would like to step into the ring?"

"No thank you sir," Jackie immediately said.

"Well too bad, ladies your turn," O'Neill replied, getting a funny look from Carter.

"General? You sure? You saw what I did to them," Ronon replied, referring to the bloodied four trainees he had just beat the crap out of.

"Well…go easy on them."

"I will," Ronon said as the three ladies unhappily threw their black uniforms to the side along with their hats. All except Krissy threw their hat, who simply held it in one hand.

Ronon eyed the girls tactfully, as he would any opponent then started advancing towards them when he felt that he could take them. He went at Krissy who stood in the middle. Randy grinned and stood her ground while Jackie began to cower behind the two of them. But as Ronon began to reel his fist back Krissy made her move. In a very swift motion she tossed the hat at Ronon's face, making him hesitate. In that moment Krissy dove for his knees, more out of lack of any better ideas. Randy hesitated too, but not for long when she saw Krissy manage to actually get a grip around one of Ronon's knees and had a hand on his ankle. However Ronon recovered quickly, as Randy charged at him, about to throw a rather poor punch Ronon reached out and grabbed her neck and simply tossed her to the mat, hard.

"You had the right idea, you just didn't have your team to help out," Ronon said calmly, looking down with a slightly amused expression.

Krissy by now had been trying to just lift that one leg of Ronon's but a rather simple move of stepping right on her back and squeezing her breath clean out of her chest before ripping his leg clear and walked back confidently as Randy and Krissy struggled to their feet. Randy looked at Jackie who was still scared stiff.

"You can help out whenever you feel like it you know."

"Are you insane? Look at him, he'd kill us!" Jackie responded.

"If I wanted to kill you girl I would've already done it," Ronon said, "Come at me, all together this time."

Krissy jerked her head towards Ronon, and grabbed the left sleeve of Jackie's black shirt and pulled her roughly towards Ronon, keeping her slightly ahead of them so she wouldn't chicken out again.

"It's easy, just…try to hit him," Krissy whispered, "he's gonna hit us either way just try to get at least one hit in before he beats us into a smear on the wall."

"That doesn't inspire confidence ya'know," Jackie groaned.

"Less talking more fighting!" Randy said charging at Ronon alone, but was hit with an open palm right into her chest sending her backwards, stumbling on her feet as Krissy and Jackie reluctantly joined her.

Krissy tried to throw a simple punch that was easily blocked and parried with him grabbing her by her belt and spun her so that she was tossed right into Randy's legs. Jackie watched the more aggressive of the girls on the team go down and then turned to see Ronon not a foot away. Immediately she screamed in sheer fright and instinctively brought up her left knee with blinding speed. The low pop and the deflated groan that escaped every member of the male audience was the only real sound to be heard as Ronon just crumpled to the ground with both hands cradling his testicles now screaming in pain. Jackie was stunned, her heart was beating in her ears so loud she could barely hear herself think.

"That works," Vala chirped, receiving agreeing nods from the other ladies in the room.

"Why didn't I think of that?" Randy grumbled.

"Best two out of three," Ronon groaned, still on the ground in a fetal position.

"I do not believe that would be wise r Ronon Dex," Teal'c spoke calmly, "you are…incapacitated."

"You don't say," Sheppard winced as Ronon got to his feet.

"I'm good," Ronon groaned, as he got his feet under him, but as he tried to straighten his back he just keeled over again, grumbling a series of curses that would make a sailor uncomfortable.

"No, you're not, sit down Ronon. You've done your part," Carter chuckled, receiving a nod from the hurting man as he carefully leaned against the wall. As he did that Carter nodded to O'Neill.

"Everyone, front and center," O'Neill shouted, making every one of the trainees jump to attention and stand in front of him, "Seeing as we'll have to start with, well everything, I suppose that we should send you off to learn what it is you'll be doing. Mitchell, Sheppard, take 'em to the conference room…the big one."

"Yes sir," the two Colonel's responded, saluting before going off in the wrong direction.

"Guys, the conference room is…that way," O'Neill testily pointed.

"Right," Sheppard said.

"Maybe I should lead," Mitchell said, moving to the front of the pack and led the confused bunch of trainees away to where they would be briefed some more.

"Probably."

"Okay, let's talk training assignments," Carter said, walking to the middle of the mat.

"I call spying," Vala called out, receiving odd looks from everyone, "What? Everyone knows that I know the most about using sexuality to seduce men into giving me what I want, and having some fun at the same time."

"Yeah I know from experience," Daniel replied, adjusting his glasses uncomfortably.

"Vala, we'll decide what or even if you'll be helping us," Carter said.

"Aww…"

"Obviously, McKay and I will be working on teaching the team Technical Officers on advanced technical training. So McKay, have plans and ideas for a curriculum done on my desk at week's end so we can coordinate appropriately," Carter said.

"Wait, teaching? Like grading papers and stuff?" Rodney coughed out, "With you?"

"You have a problem with that McKay?" Carter said sternly placing her arms across her chests.

"Oh no, of course not, it's just that I…I…I've never graded papers or anything like that. And…and it's been some time since we've worked together so closely…" McKay trailed off, seeing that he was holding up the conversation, "Sorry, umm…yes uh, lesson plans on your desk."

"Thank you," Carter responded, "Daniel would you object to teaching some of the cultures we've come across?"

"Of course not, I'd love to."

"Teyla, perhaps you can assist him with some of the people in the Pegasus?"

"It would be a pleasure."

"And as for combat training, Ronon, Teyla, Teal'c, and Colonels Sheppard and Mitchell can be responsible for that. And I guess that piloting school can be headed up by Colonel Mitchell and Colonel Sheppard until Atlantis is prepped to return to Pegasus."

"What about diplomacy? Is it not certain they will need to know how to undertake such things?" Teyla asked.

"Yeah…that's true, maybe I can…" Vala piped up again.

"No Vala, besides, I'd actually like your help with the team Cultural Advisors," Daniel piped up.

"Maybe we can ask Woolsey to stop by," O'Neill joked.

"Actually that's a bad idea," Carter responded.

"It is?"

"Why not? He's got the most experience with it, besides Daniel of course."

"I agree," Teal'c spoke up.

"Fine, if he says yes then he can have a time allotted to teaching their cultural advisors."

"But spying still isn't taken, please let me take that one," Vala pleaded.

"What would you teach them?" Ronon growled.

"Well…for starters, I would teach the ladies that the best tool they have to get men talking is with sex. Isn't that right Daniel?" Vala said informatively, stepping forward posing seductively.

Everyone was absolutely quiet, and sort of held let their jaws drop.

"Vala, we don't need you turning every single one of these girls into a clone of you, we have enough to worry about without younger smarter and more deadly versions of you trying to seduce every man they see," Landry sounded off.

"I do not put out to every man I see!"

"You flirted with me as soon as I got here," Ronon replied.

"Really? She flirted with you?" McKay asked.

"What jealous?"

"I am not jealous, I'll have you know I am in a happy, and stable, relationship right now…"

"Rodney, can we stay on topic?" Teyla politely spoke up, eger to get the topic steered clear of anything referring to relationships.

"And I can teach them the ways of dark underbelly of the galaxy," Vala now desperately spoke out.

"We'll see if any time can be allotted, the training regimen is pretty packed and intense as it is, these kids will be lucky to get as much as five hours of sleep if any at all for the Technical Officers, Cultural Advisors, and the Pilots."

"Uh question, which of those 'kids' as you call them, is slated for what spot?" Rodney asked.

"Well, Randy Paige, the brunette one from the Air Force Academy is the Technical Officer, Ryan Forrest the stocky jock type, is slated as the Pilot, the short blonde, Jacqueline Keith, is the Cultural Advisor, the Virginia Tech cadet, Michael Anderson, is supposed to be their Communications Expert, the red head, Kristine Waters, is slated as their Sniper and Scout. That just leaves the two big guys, the West Pointer and the Navy Cadet…"

"Two branches I'm not very fond of…" O'Neill whispered, getting a dangerous look from Carter, "sorry."

"The Navy Cadet, Zach Gage, is slated as Team CO, and the West Pointer, Leoncio Delrio, is slated as Team XO. They are the oldest, with the most leadership training, and since monitoring them we've learned that in the past they always worked well with one another, mostly from pirated film from their football practices. They are good leaders, and pretty scrappy fighters thanks to their coaching and training. They've all proven that they have some good qualities, all unique except one. Each and every one of them has a very strong ATA Gene marker in their DNA."

"Which makes them easily able to work and understand Ancient technology," Daniel surmised.

"Carter, you're saying we stole their football films?" O'Neill piped up.

"Yes sir we did."

"Were they any good?"

"I do not believe the SGC has any professional football experts with the necessary security clearance," Teal'c said.

"Thank you 'T'."

"We done?" Ronon asked distastefully.

"Yes for now," O'Neill said before Carter said anything.

"Hey um, Sam," McKay asked as the others stared filing out.

"What is it Rodney?"

"I was wondering if the designs I sent for a new generation of body armor a few months ago had arrived?"

Carter immediately perked up at the mention of something that had completely gone untouched during the new trainees' first official briefing, "Oh yeah I forgot about that. McKay we actually started production on them."

"Really?"

"We're calling the model Mk I Battle Armor. I have the first batch ready to issue to the new recruits."

"Well, we need to outfit them here, there's some very fine tuning that needs to be done and…"

"You just want to see the looks on their faces don't you?"

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