chaos_eternus (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chaos_eternus) wrote,@ 2007-06-23 14:43:00 |
|
| Current location: | Rhoose, South Wales |
| Current mood: |  calm |
| Current music: | Bon Jovi - Living On A Prayer |
Fic: 12Battlegroup 23/?
Twenty-Three
“Earth’s defences remain at a high state of alert today after the discovery of a stealthed monitoring platform just outside the Sol System. The station, believed to be of Goa’uld construction, was discovered during a random check on the outlying areas of the system being carried out by the destroyer General Hammond.”
“A source within Stargate Command has suggested current plans may result in the prototype type 3 defensive satellite may be placed so as to protect the construction of the Gaia shipyard, whose construction in Earths own orbit has been confirmed but not yet started. This goes directly against earlier statements which suggested the platform may be placed above the Stargate Command facilities currently being rebuilt in Colorado or over one of the scattered Royal Space Service facilities in the United Kingdom.”
“A motion has entered congress today to convert the Kennedy Space Centre into a transhipment and construction facility for the proposed Tau’ri Star Service. The facility, whose future like so many NASA bases has been uncertain since Disclosure, would end up being the largest construction base for support craft such as the Airhead orbital lifters and Paladin transports as well as retaining its role as a starport, taking cargoes in by rail, road and air ready for lifting to be orbit or vice-versa. The facility is already well equipped for this role having the bulk of the required infrastructure already in place.”
“Unconfirmed reports are reaching us that an Asgard Beliskner class ship has arrived in orbit and is preparing for cleanup operations around the
“If you look up to the skies tonight you may see a new star glinting in the heavens, that glinting dot seen most clearly in South England and parts of
“The 1st Battlegroup, assigned to support allied races is on its way home today. Sources confirm that the group dialled in from a Stargate close to the allied territories, apparently to transmit reports and to seek parts and equipment. This has not been confirmed, but it has been suggested that a significant number of body bags were sent through the gate to the temporary Stargate Command Facilities. What is certain is that the group will have to travel for several months to reach Earth with frequent stops to restock on food, as well as recyclables such as water and oxygen.”
Murielle gazed unblinkingly through the dirtied glass of her binoculars, one eye on the distant farm buildings, the other flickering around the surrounding countryside, checking as ever for unwanted surprises. Movement, she stiffened slightly, and then relaxed as two female figures walked out of the old, possibly medieval barn across to the only slightly newer farmhouse. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought they were twins, but Murielle knew enough to recognise model sixes when she saw them.
Normally she would have been in by now, at the head of a detachment of SAS, Royal Marine Commandoes or whoever else was available. Not this time however, this farmhouse was in an area that had 100% radar coverage, both civilian and military and of mixed types. There was no way anyone should be able to land in this particular corner of the English countryside unnoticed and yet these guys had. She could understand the human forms managing to land elsewhere and assemble here, but there was a large detachment of warriors badly concealed around the buildings too and who would miss or mistake those?
Not to mention, the glimpses she had caught of the inside of the barn they seemed to say ‘heavy raider’. That was certainly a problem, she wouldn’t want to guess how many of those annoyingly pocket sized nukes the Colonials and Cylons used could be landed on one of those. But that was a minor consideration in why they weren’t going in, there were enough dead already that if those went up here and now in response to a raid, it wouldn’t make much of a difference to the stats, even with the local presence of several large towns. No, nasty as it might sound the bigger issue was how they were landing and supporting this small base without being noticed, after all, if they would manage it here in such a well covered area, how much could they get away with in a less well monitored zone?
It helped of course that most planes had been grounded long since and that most flights at the moment were official or scheduled well in advance, sure it was a bastard for those who could afford a small plane such as a Cessna but it made tracing flights at lot easier.
Movement again from within the farmyard, several figures stepping out of cover, looking around as if waiting, and now a tingling from her wrist reciever. She glanced down, her eyebrows rising just slightly at the small led readout.
Somebody inside the farm was transmitting were they? And a possible homing signal at that, very interesting, it may just be that they were about to have visitors. After two weeks of watching and no dice, it was damn well past time.
She glanced up, her eyes darting around, controlling, swiftly quartering every corner of the sky, ground and farmyard with practised efficiency. Still, she misses the exact moment exact moment the heavy raider appears, with a grimace Murielle realises exactly what has happened and knowing it may cause her death, but also knowing the information is too important to risk being lost if she was caught in her escape, she slowly reaches down, pulling a small radio with attached keyboard and swiftly begins to type.
“This is a problem,” Admiral Thompson states flatly.
“This is a fucking nightmare,” O’Neill growls, “if there Raiders can just jump into atmosphere then they can be in and out literally in a minute.”
Carter shrugged, the light glinting of the single star on her shoulder tabs, “assuming they have precalulated outbound co-ordinates, yes. Even if they don’t, they would be able to calculate an outbound jump before we had any chance to intercept…”
“If they decide to start attacking instead of just dropping of raiding parties and Intel groups…” O’Neill growled.
“The question is why haven’t they yet?” Thompson noted his expression pensive, “they certainly seem more determined to weaken then to actually destroy.”
“Weaken implies an intention to take…” Carter mused, “it’s certainly not a guarantee but…”
“Do we know of any way to jam their jump drives?” Thompson noted.
“No,” Carter shrugged, “apparently the Colonials did try to find a way during the first cylon war but never had any real success.”
“I think it just became a priority,” the Commander of Ravenbright station shrugged, “either we jam ‘em so they can’t just jump into range of Earth or we come up with some form of interdict so we can stop them where we want them. Either way…”
“I think our only saving grace so far is that the human forms are not militarily trained for the most part, they are certainly learning tactics as they go along but it’s easy to miss things like that. If they start to truly think about what they can do with those jump drives,” The Admiral slumped down in his seat, “then the war will very swiftly be over for us. Carter, I know Sciences can do without another priority but O’Neill is right, we need an interdict or jamming capability and I think we needed it several years ago.”
My Fanfiction Archives:
http://www.thundersdawn.co.uk
http://www.chaoseternus.co.uk
Yahoo Group:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thundersda
LiveJournal:
http://chaos-eternus.livejournal.com
