Here's the next chapter, thank you to all those who reviewed, I really appreciated it.

Just a heads up, I'll be sharing the ship designs and armor designs for this story with another of my stories, A Brutal Truth, a Stargate/Battlestar Galactica 2003 crossover of mine just because I really liked the designs I've come up with.

tel nok shock: Yep, getting the shit beat out of you by Ronon tends to suck.

Chapter 4

Location: Stargate Command

Date: April 12, 2016

Time: 1515

Their briefing with Colonel Mitchell and Colonel Sheppard was interesting, as neither man had clue how to teach new recruits the very fundamental basics of being a soldier. In other words they had to rely heavily on the premade power point that was set up to instruct the unit what the basic principle of being a soldier like what they were expected to be. What they had learned was the basic Command Structure of Stargate Command. From the lowest Airman, to the President himself, it was a basic thing for them to understand and for the former academy cadets they had already learned some of the items that were taught. But other things, like the lengths in which their own clearance went, were slightly more complicated, and some of their assumed responsibilities as being what the two Air Force Colonels referred to as "The Finest Soldiers in the World." Being called that was quite the compliment, but they only said it as an example what they were going to be.

They also taught them some basic commands, like the proper way to stand at attention, left face, right face, about face among other basic commands that would normally be taught at boot camp. They also went over the ranks that were standard to the Air Force, seeing as only one of their number was used to the Air Force manner of ranks. They had actually finished quickly, seeing as they were paraphrasing most of the really common sense parts of the power point.

"Oh you guys done yet?" a very excited voice said from the entrance to the sizable meeting room.

"Yes McKay, we're just getting done," Sheppard groaned.

"Oh good, could you guys all come with me, there's something General O'Neill wants us to do before the other Generation teams get here," he replied without really saying anything, "Oh and you recruits will be coming with me."

McKay started walking out and was followed closely by everyone. He was immediately assailed by Randy who started asking him what he had been working on for the past five years, and McKay gladly filled her in down to the excruciating details of his own heroics.

"So have you ever…well…met an Ancient?" Randy asked as soon as one of McKay's stories was finished.

"Oh yeah, trust me when I say that those guys aren't all they're cracked up to be," McKay said, stopping in his tracks, "They are condescending, rude, arrogant, and just downright unpleasant."

"What makes you say that?" Jackie asked, "From what I was able to gather from Dr. Jackson they were protectors, caretakers of Humanity."

"Well not the Ancients we met. About three of four years ago…" McKay started until the base came alive with sirens and flashing lights.

"Unscheduled offworld activation," a voice called out calmly.

"Oh that's not good," McKay whispered to himself.

"What's that mean?" Zach asked.

"Don't worry about it, it happens from time to time, come on."

McKay led them towards the mess hall without really worrying about it and when they had arrived McKay showed them the way they should get their food he left.

"But don't speak a word to anyone," he said before leaving, "Someone will be down to get you and take you off to your next training session."

With that he left, and the group looked around at the mostly empty mess hall and all jointly shrugged their shoulders and got in line.

"So, we're now super soldiers," Ryan grinned as they all sat down.

"Not yet genius," Zach replied.

"What's with you? This is great! We're going to be out there fighting aliens, saving Earth, seeing the galaxy!" Ryan replied.

"And get paid to do that," Randy added.

"You do realize how hard this is going to be right? Do you have any idea what kind of Hell we'll be put through to be on that level?" Leo snapped.

"So?" Michael responded with a mouthful of food.

"Haven't you ever seen BUDS Training? The training Navy SEAL's go through?"

"Uh, this is the Air Force Zach, what's your point?" Krissy responded.

"The point is that more than three quarters of candidates for the SEAL's wash out in the first few weeks. Imagine that kind of training lasting for months, possibly more than a year!"

"And we're nowhere near the type of shape that those guys are in," Jackie spoke quietly.

"You can say that again," Krissy grunted.

They all contemplated this as they ate and talked. The mess hall remained relatively empty until about twenty minutes after they had finished eating the door burst open, and several men wearing the uniforms of Air Force SF's walked in.

"General O'Neill has asked everyone here to meet him in the briefing room immediately. Dump your trays and follow me," the Airman ordered firmly.

The group looked at one another and jointly shrugged their shoulders and stood to go and put their trays in the conveyor belt that led to the kitchen so the dishes would be washed. They then proceeded to follow the man towards the briefing room to meet with the General. It seemed like they were headed off towards their next briefing, or so they thought. As the group got there they all felt something wasn't quite right.

When the SF opened the door and moved aside to let them inside they all saw that they weren't wrong. Standing inside in rows facing the General, or in this case Generals, were twenty eight young men and women their own age wearing the uniforms of New Zealand, Australia, Great Britain, and Canada. The flags of their respective nations were on their left arms as they stood at a classic Commonwealth type attention, heads held high, practically looking down their noses, and their arms rigidly held against their sides. But also on their arms were the unmistakable patches of SG Teams. The other General present was British, and when they walked in his trained eyes immediately scanned the group of Americans.

"Well, so these are America's chosen few?" the Brit responded looking at the group.

"Yes General Wallace, they are," O'Neill replied, "Cadets, front and center, we have something urgent to talk about."

"Yes sir," Zach responded, standing at attention with the others eagerly rushing to stand shoulder to shoulder at their own attention, but to say they were a gaggle of kids trying to get in line was about as close as they got, because it was messy.

"You don't need to be at attention, just…at ease," O'Neill groaned.

"Cadets, stand at ease," General Wallace called out loudly to his twenty-eight trainees.

The Commonwealth trainees responded, most of them did so very proficiently, but still others didn't get it right. So it was fairly clear that there were civilians among their units as well. That little revelation made the Americans feel a little better about their own problems, which were many, Hell they hadn't even learned to fire a gun. So what were they planning on having them do now?

"Listen up everyone, about half an hour ago we received word from the Alpha Site that their personnel were being effected by an alien device that they'd recovered from P5X-567. In a word, they became brainwashed and started turning on each other. So we sent what SG-Teams we had available to help contain the situation," O'Neill paused, trying piece together a way to say exactly what it was he needed to tell the group, "But something…went wrong. As soon as the five teams we sent got through they all got jumped, and we lost contact. An attempt at sending a MALP through to investigate was unsuccessful; as the gate iris was activated we were unable to contact anyone."

"Which means that the Alpha Site is compromised," the voice of General Landry said as he walked in from his office, "I just got off the phone with the President, he has authorized us to go through with a last ditch attempt to get you all geared up and deployed."

"Deployed?" General Wallace snapped.

"Yes General, we don't have any teams left, all the others are currently unavailable, the Apollo is standing by in orbit along with the Sun Tzu and General Hammond. We'll have to train you on the way."

"Train? Train for what?" one of the Australian girls asked.

"Combat."

At that word the units all started looking at one another uneasily, but a few looked at each other with an air of excitement. If it was true, then they would be having their own trial by fire and prove themselves as Earth's greatest soldiers.

"Seeing as you really won't have very much time to train you'll need something new to give you a slim chance of surviving a hit, a second chance whenever you get shot," O'Neill said, "We're going to give you some armor that'll even the odds."

Ten Minutes Later

"Ah, here they are," Dr. McKay said as he smiled and moved off to the side to check to see if the armored suits were ready for being mated with their wearers.

"Dr. McKay," Randy greeted.

"Well McKay, they're all yours," O'Neill said to the excited Doctor.

"Yes, yes thank you go away now. Now, as many of you know my name is Doctor Rodney McKay, of the Atlantis Expedition, my job is to make sure that you are properly outfitted with these," McKayy then stepped to the side and pointed to a set of armored suits standing up on dummies to give them all a proper look at what it was they would be wearing.

To say they were a work of art was just about on the money. The armored suits looked fantastic to say the least. They were arranged in seven rows of five, one for each of them. All of them spread out in the room to take in the armor before them. There were different types of armor it looked like, all of them with a roman numeral, a flag of their respective nation, and a name on them. The first one had the roman numeral one with the American flag on opposite shoulders from one another. And the names on the chest plate were their names.

"Okay, first up, Trainee Team One, that's you Americans up front find your armor and stand in front of it if you please. This will only take a moment the suits are designed with the user in mind, so it should be fairly simple to teach you how to put your armor on."

The Americans excitedly stepped forward, in the case of Randy she hopped up to her armor. Each one of their armored suits seemed to be uniquely customized with a specific purpose in mind. But the basics of the armor were made up of a helmet, chest plate, shoulder plates, bicep plates, elbow pads, forearm plates, a pair of padded gloves, an abdomen plate that slid effortlessly under the chest plate, a waist guard plate, plates on the shins, calves, knees, and thighs with a final smaller plate on that seemed to hang slightly over the boot to protect their feet. It had all the basics to keep them protected from who knew what. The armor was all made up of hard shelled plates colored a dark gray, with varying attachments that served the purpose of anything from an arm mounted computer to ammo storage.

The helmets were all mostly identical, they had the look of the helmet the US Military currently uses but was far more advanced in its outward appearance. It had a small bulge on the sides that had a small antennae wrapped in black rubber on it. An adjustable visor that extended as far down their faces as their noses was shaded black. A camera on the left side was built into the helmet and a flashlight was built in just under it. A pair of extensions on the helmets wrapped around the jawline and had the padded chin strap on it. The helmet seemed to be connected to the suit via several wires, and cables that connected to a relatively small battery pack on the back plate. A small flexible black microphone was attached on the right side of the helmet for communications. The visor itself was a thing of beauty. It was able to project a map, mission items, suit integrity, the state of his health, and the states of the others in his unit. He could even see thermal, ultra violet, and regular views thanks to the camera on his helmet. And he could control all of it with a simple pad on his chest that looked like that on a laptop but only responded to a finger's touch.

The chest plate Zach had was relatively simplified, there were several ammunition pouches on the side of his chest plate that were actually part of the plate itself, giving the entire plate a smooth surface that wouldn't get snagged on anything. There were additional horizontal pouches that all clipped opened magnetically for secure storage but opened quickly for rapid withdrawal of items. The abdomen plate also had numerous places for storage of anything that was needed for the mission in question. Several buckles were present on the armor facing back and forward for attaching a backpack or a weapon. Even a water bladder hose was poking out from his right shoulder where it drew from a large bladder that was insulated within his back plate.

The shoulder pads were angular and had crisp clean edges that matched the chest plate well. They attached via hard adjustable belts that kept it nice and tight to the other components around it. The arm plates and elbow pads had the same matching styles but what Zach had that was different compared to the others on his was that on his left forearm plate there was a monitor that had the ability to pull up the statuses of the other suits in his unit along with a detailed map. This was quite useful to a team leader and team XO, which meant that Leo had one as well. And the cool part was that it projected it up using a hologram for all around to see or it could keep to the screen.

The lower body had several pouches for items as far ranging as the other slots in the armor, giving it a matching smooth exterior that meant an ease of navigation in any terrain without being caught up on stuff that would snag. The right thigh plate had a flexible padded holster for any sized pistol within reason with a pair of ammo containers in it as well. All of it was connected with hard straps that were easily tightened and not so easily loosened unless it was meant to be loosened.

And every bit of this was made of a Kevlar/trinium composite. The trinium was cut into threads so that it was actually a part of the Kevlar strings at a ratio of two to one with a thin strip of trinium reinforcing the Kevlar while a pair of millimeter thick trinium plates kept all this compacted inside the half inch thick plates. Behind this was a system of small wires that were meant for warming or cooling the body to its optimum temperature. Every bit of the plates had sensors relaying information back to the processing core that was the bulge on the helmet that fed information to the helmet's visor. The armor was also sanded down to decrease shine so it wouldn't attract attention, but that wasn't the most notable camouflage feature it had. The armor possessed a unique function that enabled it to change colorations to suit certain environments. And all of this was mounted over any uniform or lack of uniform. The suits were indeed works of art, and insanely expensive.

"Man, I feel like a Spartan in this," Ryan noted as he moved around effortlessly in the light weight armor.

"It's not technically an exoskeleton, which means it doesn't magnify your body's work output like the Chief's armor," Randy said.

"I never want to take it off," Michael said.

The others' armor suits were all slightly different from one another. Krissy's suit seemed to be cut down and lighter than the others. The plates were smaller and allowed more movement than the other suits. A moveable extension on the top of her helmet allowed her the ability of binoculars with all ranges of night vision capabilities. A more advanced wrist device had the ability to pin point what she was seeing with sophisticated recognition software from any distance and relay that distance and the location of what she was seeing.

Michael's had a large subspace communications device on his back with a wireless receiver on his chest plate that he could hand off to anyone needing to talk to anyone within several hundred light years. He also had a more serious camera on his helmet that could transmit what it was seeing via his communications device.

Ryan had a larger more complete visor with more advanced abilities so that whenever he was inside an air craft made by Earth he could have the HUD right on his visor. A remote control on his wrist had a series of complex controls that he could use to control whatever it was it was designed for.

Randy had a large iPad connected to her armor's back via fiber optic cable to transmit to the others what it was she was working on. Her wrists both had computers but the right wrist had a scanner mounted in the palm of her hand that she could just hold it out and identify what it was she was seeing or not seeing. Her armor had more pouches for gathering objects of interest and also had the ability to seal them in solid vacuum for safety's sake. Her helmet also had a pull down screen that could serve as an additional screen for whatever technical work she would be doing.

Jackie had the lightest armor out of all them, she had a far more advanced camera on her helmet with twice the resolution and range that the others had. On her back was a small tablet that could be withdrawn and referenced with an enormous database of cultures, languages, and architecture for reference if needed.

Leo on the opposite end of the spectrum had the heaviest armor with the most coverage. He had more carrying capacity but had less computing power than Zach's armor but it was enough to do the job he would be needed for. Yet for all that the armor still remained relatively light.

"Oh the looks on your faces are priceless," McKay chuckled as he finished activating the advanced computing software in the suits, "Okay, you guys are all set, your transponders are working in tandem with your armor, and their integrity is factory new. Next up, Team Two, Britain that's you guys."

The Americans moved aside as the British teams walked up and started getting outfitted into their armor suits, which were carbon copies of their own. The only difference was the names, the flag and the roman numeral two. So they stood back while the Australians, Canadians, and New Zealandrs stood next to their armor, looking it over.

"Do we need your help sir?" one of the Canadians asked.

"Huh, oh well if you think you can put it on by yourself than sure go for it. But I need to actually activate your systems individually and make sure it's linked to your transponders," McKay said. And as soon as he said that the young group immediately started pulling on the armored components quickly and clipping them up and helped one another tighten them up but they had a few problems along the way.

"Bloody piece of…come on!" one of Australians grumbled within earshot of the Americans who were busy messing around with their armor.

"Need a hand?" Leo asked sarcastically.

"If you wouldn't mind," the equally young boy responded as he attempted to tighten up his shoulder plates.

"Here, my armor is your equivalent," Leo said as he walked behind the relatively small guy and started tightening the clips of his armor that he couldn't reach.

"Hey guys come on, find the Limeys who have your version of the armor and show them how it's done," Zach said standing up and walking over to a group of New Zealanders.

"Need a hand ladies?" Ryan asked flirtatiously as he found that the ones with his type of armor were all girls.

"In case you haven't noticed our armor is different than yours Yank," one of the New Zealanders grumbled.

"Oh it can't be that different. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm…"

"We can read you know," the Canadian pilot responded, clipping on her armor's top section and started working on the leg components, "and this stuff is easy enough to put on."

"Just thought I'd offer my help," Ryan grinned as he talked it up with them.

The others immediately fanned out to their respective numbers on the other teams, introducing themselves, helping to put on the armor, more than once doing it wrong and making McKay yell at them for messing up the armor he designed. But eventually the armor was put on, and every one of them was looking themselves over as they waited for McKay to put on the finishing touches by activating the systems that made their suits tick.

"Okay…you are all…good to go, that was fast," he mumbled to himself, checking to make sure that something didn't go wrong with the armor but didn't find anything, "Now, you'll be getting some weapons training before you are beamed up to the Daedalus in orbit and are sent off to…do whatever it is you'll be doing."

"No time for that McKay," a voice they all recognized as Sheppard's voice called out, "We just got some news, they'll have to learn on route."

"On route to where?"

I think that'll do it for this chapter, I'm giving myself a limit to how much I put into each chapter so I can put out a chapter in a timely manner. So thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think. And if you're feeling like it perhaps you could read some of my other stuff.

Oh also, I'll be putting out some sketches of the ships, armor, and weapons onto Deviantart in the near future so if you have trouble visualizing any of this you can just have a visual aid.

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