A/N: Before I start this chapter I'd like to answer a few things that were misunderstood.

Trife; When I said Victoria was a Colonial settlement I meant it to mean Colony of Earth. It wasn't related to the Twelve Colonies of Kobol/Man. Sorry for the confusion

TDK; Colonel Carter is no longer part of SG-1 after she was given command of the Hammond. Stargate Universe or Stargate Atlantis never actually says what happened to SG-1 after that, so in this story the rest of the team stayed together.

Robby Cartwright; This is set after the fifth season of Stargate Atlantis, Ark of Truth, and the Stargate Universe episode "Subversion".

And as always a big thanks to Hobobillybob for his help with this story. This story wouldn't be nearly this good without him. He helps filter my stupider ideas and adds gems of his own. Please Review and tell me what you guys think, I really do want to know what you think of it, good or bad.

Armag Station,

Outer Cyrannus System

The Hybrid of Cylon Baseship designation C0132 completed diagnostics on the Raider communication system and deactivated the emergency communication system. A fluctuation in local radiation levels caused the Hybrid to recheck the DRADIS system.

Sure enough eight hundred thousand thousand kilometers away six emergency beacons were broadcasting distress signals. The alert siren sounded throughout the ship and the human form Cylons manning the CIC began issuing commands into the computer.

The propulsion system was activated and the three Baseships moved towards the ships and away from the decrepit Colonial Space Station.

The Ajax and the Delphi appeared in what had previously been empty space in brilliant flashes of light. Everyone in the CIC of the Battlestar was silent as they stared at the DRADIS screen. Their entire plan hinged on this moment, on whether or not the Cylons detected them after the FTL jump.

The three red dots on the screen continued moving away and didn't slow. Sighs of relief sounded throughout the room.

"Thank the gods. Lieutenant Riden, dock us and tell the Delphi to do likewise." The young officer nodded and proceeded to navigate the ship towards the station's airlocks. As soon as the ship was within thirty meters of Armag Station, several massive extendable airlocks quickly bridged the remaining distance.

"We have hard seal, Commander." Announced Lieutenant Riden. The Commander nodded.

"Good. Colonel Siler, order the security teams aboard and as soon as they have it secured take command of the ammunition transfer teams and begin the transfer." The Colonel saluted and headed out of the CIC to coordinate the process of ammunition transfer. All the while Commander King's eyes were glued to the DRADIS monitor and the Baseships.

"Alright, I'll ask again. Where. Did. You. Come. From?" Asked the old man as he rubbed his bloody knuckles. Blood and spit painted the floor and it dripped from the mouth of the male prisoner. He looked up for a moment with pure hate in his eyes.

"Cameron Mitchell, Colonel, United States Air Fo-" His sentence was interrupted by a powerful fist slamming once again into his cheek, sending him flying until the restraints caught him once again. He could taste even more blood than before.

"Where!" he shouted. Another fist to the face. Anger was becoming more and more apparent on his face the longer this went on. At first he had been confident he'd be able to have this done inside of an hour and it was approaching hour three.

"Cameron Mitchell, Colonel, United States Air Force." This reply was barely above a whisper. Blood was flowing from the prisoner's face and his eyes were almost completely swollen shut.

His interrogator sighed in frustration and opened the door. "Bring it in." he ordered. A previously unseen person pushed in a cart that held something eerily familiar lying on it. A square black box with two short cables coming off the top. A shudder ran through Colonel Mitchell as he anticipated what was coming.

His torturer carefully put the ends of the cables on his extremities and stepped back to the cart. "Now, I'll ask you again and this time you're going to answer me. Where are you from?"

Mitchell tensed and once again said, "Cameron Mitchell, Colonel, United States Air Force." Without hesitation the old man flipped a switch and Colonel Mitchell lost control of his body. His body was engulfed in pain and he was helpless to stop it. He tried to breathe but couldn't.

For what seemed like an eternity he suffered. Finally the old man flipped the switch again and it stopped. His first act upon regaining control was to gasp in air which, in his opinion, was the sweetest breath he'd ever taken.

Number One just looked at him and smirked. Confidence had replaced his previous anger and he was sure his answer was only a question away.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"C-Cam...Cameron Mitchell, Colonel, United States Air Force." He said back. His voice was weak but full of defiance. Again electricity surged through his body, taking away what control he had over his body.

The electroshock continued for more than an hour, past the point where Mitchell was coherent. Eventually a blonde woman in a red dress walked in and whispered something to his torturer. He glared at her for a moment before walking out indignantly. The woman slowly approached him and looked him in the eye. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue.

"Hello." She said with a smile. He peered up at her coldly. "I'm not going to hurt you." It was clear in her voice she was trying to be soothing as she reached out and touched Mitchell's cheek.

After a quiet moment, she leaned in and softly kissed him. He tensed at the unexpected action. After several seconds the woman pulled back and stared into his eyes, smiling.

"I'm Natalie. Do you think you could answer some questions for me?" She asked sweetly. Colonel Mitchell started laughing in her face. A look of confusion flooded her and she tilted her head. "Why are you laughing?"

"I didn't know there was a space version of 'Good Cop/Bad Cop'." he replied. His hysterical laughter filled the room. Even when the woman walked from the room Mitchell continued to laugh, unable to stop himself.

The infirmary of the George Hammond was quiet except for the incessant beeping of the various monitors that filled the large room. On of the beds was occupied by an unconscious man who was surrounded by over a dozen nurses and soldiers.

The soldiers came to attention when Colonel Carter walked in and she silently waved them off. The grim-faced men turned back to their comrade.

"How is he?" The blonde Colonel asked them. Major Tanner looked back at her sadly.

"Bad. They couldn't save his leg. Dr. Crest said he was stable for now but he wants to send him back to Earth for the rest of his recovery." His voice was low. Deep bags hung from his eyes and those of the rest of his Team.

"Unfortunately he's going to have to wait. We've lost contact with our colony on Victoria. Their last transmission said they were under attack and we're the closest ship. We've been ordered to investigate. We'll be there in two hours."

"Anything we can do to help?" He asked. His men needed something to concentrate on. There was nothing for them to do on the Hammond except standing by Taylor's bedside and preventing the nurses from helping him.

Fortunately for them Colonel Carter nodded. "I was actually going to ask you for your help. There was an accident and half the Marine compliment is sick in their quarters. If we have to send a team ground-side I'd like your men to be on it."

"Yes ma'am. We'll be ready."

I know its short but this one was holding me up so I had to move on. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, but I'm back at school so no promises.