As called for by Stargate Command, two of the three large BC-304 Tau'ri Command Cruisers exited hyperspace above the homeworld as the status changed to Alert Condition Yellow, the hair-trigger for full military battlestations. Once again providing orbital scans and security for what could be the most important meeting between the heads of state to be hosted on Earth since the existence of the Stargate Program was revealed to Great Britain, France and China. As with the first failed meeting, its main goal was to create a full Tau'ri presence within the Galaxy. A large fleet and army designed as a peacekeeping force throughout the Galaxy along with a specially designed Academy on a world hidden from the rest of the Galaxy was to be created, if the delegates could agree on the location and financial arrangements. However, with the threat of the Goa'uld known as Mabus and his counterpart from the alternate universe the crews of both ships concentrated on the task at hand, as they entered into a geo-synchronous orbit above the site of the vital meeting.

"We've entered orbit Colonel. Sensors have reported the forcefeild has been activated around the room. We are now tapped into the internal sensors of the meeting itself"

"Thank you Captain. Alright, now comes the hard part… sitting and waiting"

Being taken off a patrol to baby-sit a meeting from orbit was not Colonel Caldwell's idea of a fun time. Nonetheless, if this meeting were a success, more BC-304 class ships and F-302 type fighters would be constructed as a direct result.

Deep underground in the meeting, Captain Alison Macdonald sat on a chair watching the meeting with almost no interest as the delegates argued back and forwards as to the perfect location of the new Academy. For almost two hours straight, the had accomplished nothing, sighing too herself, she sat up in her chair as she looked at her own counterpart with a slight boredom in her eyes as she whispered.

"I take it this never happened on your side?"

"No, once the gate was revealed. Everyone wanted in, this is so painful" She smiled.

"Tell me about it. One thing that has been bugging me for a while now…"

"Ohh?" She smiled.

"When I was on your side, I read your file. Impressive, you had a good life… but why did you join the military?"

"I wanted a challenge…" She smiled. "… On that note, before you left you kissed me… why?"

"Ahh that, a joke" She winked. "Just a joke"

"Yeah right!"

For a moment, she was engrossed her conversation, oblivious to the question being asked too her by the President of the United States.

"… So what do you think Captain Macdonald? Captain?"

"Umm… sorry sir. I did not hear you. Forgive me"

"As I was saying, for the Academy… it has been decided that a Stargate and its DHD will be taken from an uninhabited world and placed on a world off the grid"

"Umm… yes sir. As was the original idea put forward by Colonel Carter sir. Perhaps this decision should be left in the hands of Stargate Command and respective authorities, with all due respect mister President" She bowed slightly.

"Of course… Perhaps a short recess is in order?"

"With respect Mister President, I have orders not to lower the Force Field until this meeting has been completed. Perhaps we should move onto the next item on the agenda? The possibility of a BC-304 unit being delivered to the United Kingdom for its use?"

"Of course" He smiled slightly.

"Nice dodge" Amanda whispered.

"Thanks. Ambassador Williams, you have the floor" She sighed.

"Thank you Captain Macdonald. Item five, a BC-304 Command Cruiser…"

Although Captain Macdonald was slightly impressed by the professionalism of her brother in this matter, she knew with every fibre of her being that he was a dangerous enemy of the people of Earth and his Goa'uld captor was conducting this high security meeting, not the Youngman himself.

Three days later…

Alison Macdonald lay alone on the cold hard floor as her very life begun to slip away slowly, the warm feeling of her own blood pouring out of the wound in her side while she kept her mind focused as she tried to hold on with every ounce of her strength. The sound of a voice in the distance calling out her name caught her attention as she attempted to move, yet the searing pain ran through her every time she attempted to move. At her side lay the body of a Goa'uld host as the last spark of life drained from its host's body as tears rolled down her face while the last moments ran through her mind repeatedly.

Dispatched by Stargate Command to intercept the Goa'uld Mabus and his Counterpart, they entered a large mothership during an attack by three BC-304 Command Cruisers, although the meeting had been completed days earlier and deemed a success, the disappearance of Ambassador Williams and his aide was a mystery to all concerned but not Stargate Command as the terrifying truth was known.

As they entered the large Mothership, SG units 1-5-10 and 13 split off into separate teams to complete their respective tasks as SG-1 and 10 attempted to locate and capture both Goa'uld known as Mabus. Carefully walking through the ship, Colonel Cameron Mitchell kept his weapon aimed before him while his team spread out as not to make a single large target. Using hand signals, he instructed his team where he wanted them to go as they split off and followed his orders. Moving low and cautiously, Alison Macdonald kept her weapon aimed before her as she made her way towards her assigned location. Nodding slightly, she peered around the corner as a hand grabbed her throat and picked her up with enormous strength, struggling against the powerful grip she found it hard to breathe as a voice whispered in her ear.

"Welcome, my dear. I have been expecting you"

The powerful grip chocked her as she was held off her feet while a Goa'uld stepped into the light and twisted her around so that she was facing her team.

"Lower your weapons or I will kill her"

Standing upright, Mitchell kept his weapon trained on the Goa'uld holding his team member captive as she fought for each breath under the powerful grip.

"Let her go and surrender" He ordered.

"Ohh not today Colonel Cameron Mitchell of SG-1. Yes, we know you… this little one here has been a constant pain to our plans. She must pay for her deeds" The Goa'uld replied with a smile.

Slowly and cautiously, each team member stood as their weapons remained trained on the Goa'uld before them. Seeing the look in the Captain's eyes, Amanda Williams switched her P-90 to single shot, took aim and fired into the side of her counterpart. Almost like a video game, time seemed to slow as the bullet exploded from the barrel of the standard issue SGC weapon towards its target. Taking a deep breath, Alison winked slightly as the bullet ripped through the air and entered her body, pain ripped through her as the bullet entered her side and passed through her body and entered the Goa'uld holding her captive. Shock rippled over the face of the Goa'uld as its host released her as she fell to the floor. Almost before she hit the floor with a hard crunch, the SG team members fired into the body of the Goa'uld before them, tearing through flesh the bullets ripped apart the body of the host as bullets bounced off the wall behind it. Eventually, the lifeless body fell to the floor as Mitchell looked at his fallen team member as she hung onto life itself while she coughed up blood.

"Macdonald!"

His voice appeared to call out in slow motion as she lay on the floor while tears rolled down her cheeks and blood poured from the wound at her side and from her mouth. Dropping to the floor, Mitchell looked at the wound as the rest of the team joined him.

"What the hell where you thinking?" He yelled at Amanda Williams.

"Saving her" She said with sadness.

"By shooting her?" He growled.

"You know what's happened too her, she wouldn't have much time left anyway"

For a moment, Alison looked up at her counterpart and nodded slightly as Amanda knelt down at her side.

"End… this" Alison said through her pain.

"I promise" She said as she slowly drew her sidearm.

Three Days Earlier…