Embarkation Room,
Earth
Major Logan Tanner entered the Gate room at the head of his twelve man column. The Stargate was already dialing and an armored MAPL sat on the ramp. He walked to the base of the ramp and turned around to look at the eleven men under his command who had formed two lines in front of the wall opposite the gate.
"Alright ladies, you know the drill. MALP goes through first, then Team One, then Team Two. Team One secures the gate and radios for Team Two. You've done this before. Remember your training, and try not to get killed."
At that he donned his helmet and charged the handle of his Hybrid Combat Rifle. The other members of his ART, or Assault and Rescue Team, did likewise with their strange-looking rifles.
The Hybrid Combat Rifle, or HCR, was basically what happened when you put a Tau'ri bull-pup rifle and a mini-staff weapon in the same weapons package. It was based on the Israeli Tavor and looked as if it was carrying and under-slung grenade launcher.
Finally the seventh chevron locked and the Stargate activated. As soon as the unstable vortex subsided the MALP moved through. After a few seconds the primary Gate Technician gave them a thumbs-up to proceed.
Major Tanner sprinted up the gate with five of his soldiers in tow. They entered the event horizon and exited thousands of light-years away without noticing any time-lapse.
They immediately took cover behind the MALP which had deployed its long, thin Trinium sheets out ten feet on either side of itself which were intended to provide incoming teams with cover.
The infantrymen looked in every direction for danger and, seeing none, quickly fanned out to the trees surrounding the Gate.
"Bloodhound this is Bird Dog, you are clear to come through. Repeat, clear through, over." the Major said into his radio.
"Roger Bird Dog. Bloodhound coming in." replied the accented voice of his Second-in-Command, Captain Joseph Biram.
A few moments after that, another half-dozen heavily armed men came sprinting out of the gate and slid to a stop behind the Trinium sheets.
"Hunter, this is Bird Dog. Bloodhound has arrived safely. We are proceeding with search of surrounding area, over."
"Roger, Bird Dog. Good luck, Hunter out." With that, the Stargate deactivated and they were alone.
"Captain, I want you and Team Two to stay here and secure the Gate. Set up our back-up plan and pray we don't need it." The tan-skinned Israeli soldier nodded and began issuing orders to his half of the team.
Meanwhile, Team One had congregated and was waiting for orders from Major Tanner.
"Alright, last known position of Sierra-Gulf One puts them fifteen hundred meters north of this position. We're moving now. Team Two is staying here to secure the gate. Everybody ready?"
All the soldiers nodded their armored heads. "Good. Let's go." At that, he began walking into the trees, his five men following.
The six proceeded relatively slowly, as they had reason to suspect there were hostile forced somewhere nearby. It took them an hour and a half to move the one and a half kilometers cautiously, but they finally arrived at the top of a hill SG-1 was supposed to have been near when contact was lost.
The sight they saw at the bottom of the hill was something they had rarely seen. A village, or at least what used to be a village, lay in smoking ruin.
It appeared to be a semi-industrial world, like a hundred other Milky Way and Pegasus planets. Brick and concrete buildings, paved streets. The only difference was, it looked like it had been bombed.
The structures still standing were surrounded by rubble and bodies could be seen everywhere. The Tau'ri soldiers slowly and cautiously moved down the hill, their HCRs at the ready. Sergeant Ken Phelps, Team One's equivalent of a medic, examined one of the bodies.
It was the body of a young man, maybe twenty at most. His torso was riddled with large-caliber bullet holes. It was a gruesome sight. If all present hadn't served tours of duty in Pegasus, they would have puked right there.
"What the hell happened here?" asked on of the men. Sergeant Phelps shook his head.
"I don't know, it looks like they were strafed. This is aircraft-caliber, but the trajectory places its origin low, close to the ground. Its definitely from projectile weaponry, so that rules out the Jaffa."
It was at that moment the six Tau'ri heard rocks being knocked up the street. Immediately, they raised their weapons. Major Tanner motioned for them to get to cover.
Less than ten seconds after the last one was hidden, several people in nice clothing stepped into view. They appeared to be having a tense conversation.
"Bird Dog Three, requesting orders." A British voice said over the radio.
"Do not, repeat do not engage. Let's see if we can find out what happened here. If forced to engage, Zats only. I want them alive." he replied.
The small crowd was coming closer, examining the ruins. They could almost be heard. Weapons could now be seen on their thighs.
"Can anyone make out what they're saying?" Asked the Major. A chorus of negatives was his only reply.
"Goddamn it. Bird Dog Two, we are going to approach. We are making contact. If any threatening move is made permission to engage is granted. Remember, Zats and nonlethal gunshots only."
Major Tanner and Corporal James Brown began slowly approaching and stopped in an alley just up the street. Slowly Tanner walked into their view, Corporal Brown following soon after.
"We are Tau'ri soldiers, please do not be afraid." He said. The crowd looked at him in bewilderment for a moment before trying to pull their weapons.
"No, no, NO!" yelled Major Tanner as he sprinted for cover. At the same time four blue streaks of light impacted the bodies of the newcomers, followed by three more.
Major Tanner looked around the corner, weapon at the ready. The people were lying on the ground. He motioned for Corporal Brown and two more soldiers to follow him. They ran to the pile of bodies and began putting naquadah fiber-lined plastic handcuffs on them.
The last two soldiers helped them carry the prisoners into a nearby concrete two-story building. They sat them down in the corner of the bottom story.
"Bloodhound, Bird Dog, we've got prisoners. We're gonna need help transporting them to the Gate. Radio for reinforcement to secure the Gate and haul your ass in here. We are in the fifteenth two-story building up the main street."
"Roger Bird Dog." Major Tanner could already hear his 2IC dialing the gate.
"Alright men, we have at least ninety minutes to ourselves. Bird Dogs Three through Six, form a perimeter. Bird Dog Two, we are going to guard the prisoners. Move."
A chorus of 'Yes sirs' followed and the men were moving. Four of them moved outside to watch for movement. Major Tanner and Corporal Brown moved to the opposite side of the room from the prisoners and aimed their HCRs.
For a long time this was all the life in this formerly busy city. Eventually the prisoners awoke and began yelling until Corporal Brown activated his staff weapon attachment. He didn't fire, but the mere sight of the attachment's small head opening with orange lightning running between the pieces was enough to quiet them down.
For almost an hour it was completely silent. However, the silence was interrupted by gunfire outside.
"Report! Who's shooting?" Major Tanner asked into his radio.
"Major, we have at least a dozen hostiles inbound to our location. They opened fire as soon as they spotted us. Bird Dog Five is hit. We're pulling back to the building, over," replied a soldier. He could hear shouting fire over the radio.
After about a minute two of his troops carrying a third between them. Following them was a fourth firing at unseen targets out the door. Major Tanner ran to the wounded man and saw Sergeant Phelps already working on him.
The man who had been wounded was a Sergeant named William Taylor, a former SAS operator. He had several indentations in his advanced Ballistic Vest and was bleeding severely from both legs.
"How bad is it?" Asked Corporal Brown. Sergeant Phelps shook his head.
"Very bad. His left femoral artery is hit, I don't know how bad. I need to stop the bleeding fast." He was already working furiously and the wounded man's pant legs had been cut away. Blood had started to spread across the floor.
Bullets could be heard impacting the walls of the concrete building and Corporal Brown had now moved to assist the soldier guarding the door.
"Bird Dogs Three and Four, move to the second story and set up your sniping equipment. I want to know who this is. Whoever it is, you see them, you shoot." ordered Major Tanner.
Bird Dog Three and Four, his sniper and spotter respectively, ran up the stairs to the second floor. They were already removing the M82 Sniper Rifle from its carrying bag.
"Sir, it looked like the Jaffa." said Bird Dog Six.
"What? Those are projectiles, and the Jaffa consider projectiles below them." Bird Dog Six shook his head without looking away from his sight. He fired a burst and then retreated to cover beside the door.
"I don't know sir, they were bright and silver. The only thing I can think of like it would be Jaffa armor." As if on queue, a string of bullets impacted the door frame, throwing dust into Bird Dog Six's face.
"Bloodhound, Bird Dog. We are under attack, one wounded. How far out are you?" Major Tanner asked into his radio.
"Roger Bird Dog, we are pinned down about half a click away. We are trying to get around them but we are heavily outnumbered. I have requested additional reinforcements from the SGC and SG-9 is passing it along now. They also have the gate secure," replied Captain Biram. Gunfire and staff blasts could be heard in the background.
"Roger, Bloodhound. Good luck, out." Major Tanner removed his hand from his radio and moved to a window and began firing at targets he could barely see. They were stuck.
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