posted on Dec, 5 2004 @ 11:18 AM
As SG1 walked off towards the village the pair of majors sat quietly eating some chocolate bars from their MRE’s or some “scran” as they’re called in
Britain. They sat in a small gully just inside the tree line before the site where SG3 and the OPFOR fought.
Ramsey: “so, you use a P-90, huh?”
Carter: “yeah, it’s a good gun. You’re using an l-96, not bad. Never tried one.”
Ramsey: “yeah it’s a bitch to carry around and has a bit of a kick but gets the job done. Where the hell is that colonel of yours?”
Carter: “ah he’ll be along, he’s never on time.”
Ramsey: “sounds like a certain corporal I know.”
Ramsey: “you hear what he done on the range yesterday?”
Carter: “no, what?”
Ramsey: “well he fired off one of your rifles and it ricochet every where, it even hit him and almost hit 3 guards.”
Ramsey: “typical jock, crazy buggers.”
Carter: “jock?? I didn’t know he was a pilot.”
Ramsey: “pilot? What you on about?”
Carter: “that’s what a jock is, a pilot.”
Ramsey: “no it’s a guy from Scotland.”
Carter: “you serious that’s what you call them? Weird.”
Just then colonel O’Neill appeared from behind some trees about 30 yards from their position. The pair got up and moved towards the colonel.
Carter: “sir, we’ve spotted the village but no bodies but there is some damage on the ground. Blast damage and scorch marks even some small craters.”
O’Neill: “right, thanks carter, Ramsey get your ass back to the gate and meet up with your squad.”
With that Ramsey ran off into the bushes her camouflaged cape flowing behind her.
O’Neill: “right, lets get started.”
****Back at the Star Gate****
The gate became active and UKSG1 took up positions around it facing both outwards and inwards. Senior airman Soyors appeared from the gate holding
her M16 cautiously and looked around.
Colonel Connors slowly stood up walked towards the young woman.
Connors: “Soyors, colonel O’Neill needs you up the front. Think you can manage it alone or want one of us to come along?”
Soyors: “I can manage it, sir. Where are they?”
Connors: “they’re just at the contact site. Now get moving,”
Soyors immediately ran off towards the site, after she was out of hearing Connors clicked his fingers at Argyll and pointed towards her.
Connors: “follow ‘er. Makes sure she gets there aright.”
Argyll stood up and silently followed her from a distance.
Connors then went back to his “bivie”, small tent, and took up his position again. S he looked around he remembered the terrain. The gate was in a
forest and had one path leading up to it. The path although old was well worn, suggesting frequent use.
The gate was in a small depression in the land and behind the gate, 30 or 20 feet back a sheer cliff face ran along.
The colonel’s position was just to the left of the gate slightly in front of it. As he lay there he saw a figure running towards the gate, it was
Ramsey. ‘At last.’ He thought as she approached and ran to her Bergen.
Connor flicked on his radio to squad radio.
Connor: “Ramsey, everything go ok?”
Ramsey: “sir yes sir, that red neck colonel didn’t seem happy to see me though.”
Connor: “he thinks we’re trying to show them up.”
Ramsey: “ that wouldn’t be hard. Sir.”
Connor: “get your position set up on the opposite side of the gate I’m on the left you go on the right.”
Ramsey: “right sir.”
****En route to SG1’s position***
As Soyors walked she kept looking around, expecting on of the aliens to jump out at her from behind a tree. She kept her M16 at low port of arms but
with the safety off. She walked along an embankment next to a small stream in a bank.
As she walked she remembered the path and suddenly she heard the voices and the gunshots over the radio of her squad under attack. She suddenly
started running and felt the need to get back to her warm house safe from aliens.
She kept looking behind her and thought she saw one of the aliens, as she looked behind her she didn’t see a large branch and tripped over it. She
tripped and fell head first into the ground her rifle clattered to the ground and she rolled away from it down the bank into the stream.
Although not deep it was freezing cold. Causing her to let out a scream.
As Argyll crept along behind Soyors he noticed her looking around a lot then start to sprint. As he sped up to chase her he saw her look behind, he
instantly ducked losing site of her for but a moment. He looked up out of the small puddle he had jumped in and saw her nowhere to be found, but her
M16 lay on the ground.
He stood up and looked around then heard a scream from the stream ahead of him. He sprinted up and got within 8 yards of the embankment then raised
his MP5 submachine gun to eye level and walked quickly but carefully to the top of the embankment. As he looked down, instead of a squad of enemy
troops he saw one very wet and very scared looking young Soyors.
He lowered his weapon and walked down the embankment and kneeled next to the airman.
Argyll: “you ok?”
Soyors didn’t answer but did reach for her pistol and drew it and pointed it at his face.
Argyll: “whoa, hey put that thing away.”
Soyors didn’t respond only seemed to take aim, although at 4 yards it wouldn’t take a marksman to hit him and move her finger to the safety catch.
Argyll: “look calm down its me ok? Me Argyll remember the British one? The one you snapped at in the infirmary.”
Her eyes though were glazed over, and didn’t seem to look at him but rather straight through him. The sound of the safety being clicked off could be
heard. Her trigger finger tighned on the trigger. A gunshot resounded throughout the forest.