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Sixteen days after Cylon Holocaust
"Go! Go! Get out! Go!" Shouted Sergeant Alex Hollis as his squad stormed out of the Raptor into the large courtyard of the Cylon concentration camp. The seven men and two women jumped off the craft's short wings and sprinted to one of the short concrete buildings that surrounded the square.
Their Raptor and the other four that filled the courtyard fired their engines when their Marines had disembarked and lifted into the sky. Before they had even left the next flight was already coming in for a landing. The Marines were forced to sprint to get out of the way of their own ships as well as the Centurion's gunfire.
Sergeant Hollis' squad was thrown to the ground before they had reached cover by a large explosion. Hollis was the first to recover and began pushing and shoving his soldiers to move. When he came to the still form of Corporal Linda Collins and saw the pool of blood under her he felt her neck.
There was no pulse and the Sergeant was forced to leave the lifeless body when a string of bullets impacted mere feet away from him. He bolted the rest of the way to his squad which had taken up position on both sides of a steel door that lead into their target building.
He impacted the wall and took up his place in the breaching position. When he was ready he nodded to Private Jarvis who wordlessly placed a small charge of G-4. He removed the detonator from his vest and everyone braced themselves.
With a small click of the switch, the G-4 exploded and blasted the steel door off its hinges. Jarvis kicked the door the rest of the way down and retreated to allow the rest of the squad through.
Five of the six remaining Marines stormed through with their rifles at the ready. The room was a large one that seemed to run the length of the front of the building. Half a dozen doors led further inside and a scattering of small chairs sat unused.
The Colonials moved silently to the first door where Private Kripp kicked it in roughly. He charged in with the rest of the squad in tow. Jarvis took up a position at the door and watched for any Cylons.
This room was another hallway. A dozen wooden doors split on the two opposing walls and one at the end made up nearly the entire space. Once again the Marines breached the first door without waiting for orders as their training guided their movements. They knew exactly what they needed to do. Sergeant Hollis watched them proudly as he followed in sync.
The newest breached door, however, wasn't a hallway and it wasn't empty. A shirtless man was held up only by restraints that held his arms up. His legs were bent with his knees almost but not quite touching the floor. He looked up at them slowly. The Colonials gasped at the sight; his face was covered in cuts, bruises, and blood. Both his eyes were nearly swollen over and his skin was pale.
"Williams, cut him down. Everyone else with me." Ordered Sergeant Hollis as the woman pulled out her knife and cut the ties that held him to the ceiling. She was forced to catch him when he collapsed into her arms.
"Hey, its okay. Its alright, we're gonna get you out of here." She said in as soothing a voice as she could manage. In the background she heard the rest of her squad kicking in the next door. When the man didn't respond she shook him slightly.
"Hey, can you tell me your name?" She asked as she began looking him over for other injuries. When she pressed against his ribs his breath hitched and he tightened his grip on her.
"J-j-jackson, Vala." He gasped out and began looking around in almost a panic.
"Jackson? Okay Jackson, you're safe now." She assured him as she began to carry to the wall. When she laid him against the concrete he shook his head weakly.
"No, no, my team." Before Kendra could respond Sergeant Hollis' voice was in her earpiece.
"Private, get that man squared away move on. Three other cells in this hall are occupied and I need you to start hauling them out to the Evac birds. Move!"
"Yes sir." She responded. When she looked back at the man he seemed to have overheard the conversation. Without a word he waved for her to move on. She stared at him for a moment before moving to the door. She could hear Private Jarvis kicking in more doors while she looked for any signs of the Cylons.
When she saw none, she moved down the hall. The next person was three cells down on the same side. She was a woman with long black hair and a thin frame. She was still being held aloft by the black rope restraints.
Private Williams took out her knife again and cut her restraints as well. When she caught the woman she immediately began carrying her to the first man's cell. She was light and it was a quick trip but was made complicated when Kendra realized she was unconscious.
When she dragged the woman in and laid her beside the man his face lit up as much as his injuries allowed. He moved over her and began checking for wounds. Other than cuts and bruises to her face she appeared intact. Fortunately her shirt and pants remained on.
"Vala? Vala, come on can you hear me?" The man began shaking her and she stirred slightly but Kendra was out the door before she could see more. Her rifle was still up when she entered the door at the far end of the hall. It was the only one with a steel door and when she saw who was inside she could see why.
He was easily six and a half feet and had dark skin with a strange gold symbol on his forehead. His bulging muscles were made all the more pronounced by his lack of shirt and the restraints. Interestingly these were metal which made this more complicated. Kendra was going to need his help with this one.
"Can you hear me?" She asked him. When he didn't respond she slapped his face lightly which made him jump at her. Only his restraints held him in place but that didn't stop his forehead from hitting her chin. Kendra stumbled back before catching herself.
"Whoa there. Sorry, I just need your help. I'm going to get you out of here but to do that I'm going to need to shoot the chains, okay?" she asked him while she slowly approached. He only glared at her silently. His stony expression was unnerving.
With no other sign, Kendra just shrugged and raised her gun to the thin steel chain just above his wrists. The twin gunshots echoed in the small room and sounded like thunder crashing. The dark man collapsed to the ground. When she moved to pick him up he grabbed her legs out from under her and, in an impressive show of speed and strength, tore her rifle from its strap, threw it across the room and grabbed her throat with one arm. He pinned her arms to her body with his other arm. His grip tightened and Kendra's vision started to fade while she struggled, unsuccessfully, for air.
For a few seconds he looked into her eyes before the man from the first room hobbled in and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, T. Let her go." The two men shared a look for a split second before Kendra felt the pressure on her windpipe lessen and disappear.
The first man handed her back her gun which she grabbed roughly. She looked at the two for a moment before the first man offered his hand.
"Colonel Cameron Mitchell. Sorry about that, we're just a bit jumpy as of late. However, we need your help. There's another guy we need to find. His name's Daniel Jackson." Kendra looked them over before silently moving out to search the rest of the cells. When she found the other occupied one she motioned for them to approach.
"This the guy you're looking for?" She asked them as she stepped inside to cut the man down. He was also shirtless for some reason, something that seemed to be a theme here. The two men looked relieved when they saw the man's face and Mitchell moved inside to help her.
"Yep, that's him. Teal'c, Vala's in the first room on the right. She's unconscious so I need you to carry her out." The large man bowed silently and moved to the first cell while Mitchell caught the new prisoner.
"Hey, Jackson, buddy. I need you to wake up so I don't have to haul your ass all the way out there on my own, okay?" The words were said with a hint of humor and a smile crossed Colonel Mitchell's face when he was greeted with mumbled words.
"There he is. Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty. Time to go to the ball. Get your fat ass up and moving!" The last sentence came with a firm slap that seemed to bring the man back to reality.
Just like the large man, the slapping did not end well. Daniel suddenly grabbed Mitchell's arm and kicked out his legs. When Mitchell dropped to the floor Daniel pulled his arms back and pinned his face against the concrete.
"Glad to see you can still kick ass, but can you let me go? We kind of need to go." Realization dawned on Jackson's face and he released Mitchell's arms and stumbled back.
"Mitchell?" he asked in a hoarse voice. Cam pushed himself up and took him by the arm.
"Yeah, its me. Vala and Teal'c are safe and we need to go now." Daniel just nodded and followed him out the door. Williams rechecked the rooms before following them out the door. She saw them just exiting the outer door and heading into the compound before she stopped them.
"Okay, I need to go back and help my squad. What I want you to do is wait for the next Raptor that touches down, wait for it to lose its Marines, then jump inside before it has a chance to take off. Got it?" Asked them. They all nodded their heads and almost immediately began running towards one of the Colonial ships with the unconcious woman slung over Teal'c's shoulder. Williams watched them toss each other in before the door of the ship closed and its engines ignited.
With a roar of defiance against gravity, the heavy Raptor raised itself up and flew off into the distance. Williams resecured her helmet and returned to her squad to help the evacuation, never having known she had just rescued the four people who could save the last Colonial survivors.
Once again, please review. I also hope this chapter satisfied those of you who were wondering how I intended to get the Colonials and SG-1 to meet.