Stress Points

This is a work of fiction. I do not own either Stargate Sg-1, or Battlestar Galactica. Any resemblance between persons real or imaginary is purely coincidental.

Prologue.

If there's one immutable law in the intelligence community it is this one. No secret lasts forever. Thus came about the biggest disclosure of the United States Military's most closely guarded secret. The Stargate Program.

Despite the world's most stringent security protocols, the existence of the Stargate had been revealed by something no security program could override. The human conscious. On April 23rd, 2011 a well meaning (Some say traitorous.) member of Stargate Command (SGC) Senior Airman Jessica Boles uploaded files about the program to the internet. Later at her Court Martial Airman Boles would claim that the Stargate belonged to the people.

At first most thought it was a publicity stunt for the new television series, Wormhole Extreme:Galactic Warriors. Then, some started to look more closely, especially the media. Within days special reports on the Stargate filled the airwaves. Which led to Congressional Hearings. Which led to denials. Which led to more investigations, hearings, and special reports. Then, something blew the lid off.

That something was an F-302B Space Superiority Fighter being forced to land on I-40 outside Tulsa, Oklahoma during the lunchtime rush hour traffic, due to a malfunction in the fuel system. Although the pilot activated the self destruct charge it failed to work, and soon the aircraft was trending on social media. A few days later video of the Stargate in use was uploaded to the web. The time for secrets was over.

On December 30th, 2011 President Henry Hayes addressed the Nation. Only he didn't do it from the Oval Office. Instead, he spoke to the Country and the World from the Bridge of the Daedalus Class Warship, The General George Hammond in geosynchronous orbit over Washington DC. From there President Bartlet officially revealed the existence of the Stargate Program. Overnight words like Jaffa, Goa'uld, and Tau'ri entered the public lexicon. Surprisingly, instead of the mass rioting that those connected to the Program had feared, most people took the disclosure quite well. It seemed the people of Earth were ready to explore the Universe.

Except for Ed Simmons of Pierre, South Dakota, whom to this day maintains a website that claims the whole thing is a Wormhole Extreme: Galactic Warriors. publicity stunt.

Chapter 1

The Pentagon

Washington DC

Director of Homeworld Security

17 November 2017

General Johnathan "Jack" O'Neill, Director of Home world Security leaned back in his chair rubbing his eyes. His day which began at 0430 hours had been filled with budget reports, staff meetings, intelligence briefings, and what seemed to be endless paperwork. Unfortunately for Jack, his day wasn't over yet. He was scheduled to attend a White Dinner later in the evening. Glancing at the grandfather clock in his office he saw that he wouldn't have time to drive home, and get a fresh uniform. Good thing Sam makes sure I've got a spare uniform here at work. He thought.

A beeping along with a yellow flashing light on his desk phone caught his attention. Leaning forward he pushed a button. "Yes Naomi?" He inquired. "Just reminding the Director that he's expected at the White House at 20:00 hours." The voice of Sergeant Major, Naomi Nguyen, US Army, and O'Neill's Executive Secretary said through the phone's speakers. "Thank you. Any universe shattering events that need my unique skills to solve?" Jack quipped. " No General." She replied with a chuckle. "However, General Landry said to remind the Director that the combat trials for the M-3 start this weekend."

The M-3 (Devil Dog) was a light scout vehicle developed by The US Army in cooperation with the Britain's Royal Marines. The eight wheeled multi purpose vehicle was designed to carry five passengers plus their gear. What had everyone excited (well the engineers, anyway.) was the solar powered electric motor, designed by Doctor Rodney McKay. According to McKay, the Devil Dog had an effective range of 675 kilometers before needing to be recharged. Since it did not use fossil fuels, the carbon footprint on preindustrial worlds explored by SG teams would be minimal. Something the International Oversight Advisory Committee (IOA) insisted on. Of all the things the IOA insisted on, Jack considered that to be a minor demand.

"Tell my driver to meet me downstairs in thirty minutes." He ordered his aide. "Yes Sir, Director she replied. With a sigh Jack stood up from his desk, and headed for his private bathroom to shower and change for dinner. "In my next life I'm gonna be a Fishing Guide." He muttered as he walked across the office.

Northwestern University

Evanston, Illinois

17 November 2017

Daniel Jackson formally the SGC's Head Linguistic expert, and original member of the program's flagship team Sg-1, walked towards his car. He had finished his last lecture forty five minutes ago, and like thousands of others on campus was eager to begin Thanksgiving break.

Daniel, along with his good friend and fellow Sg-1 teammate, Colonel Samantha Carter had left the Stargate Program shortly after full disclosure. Sam had requested, and received from the Air Force, a transfer from active duty to reserve status. Jackson, whom a decade ago had been regarded as academic nuclear waste, had accepted a faculty position in the Science Department here at Northwestern. Thanks to the popularity of the Stargate, and his association with it, his classes were jammed packed. Especially by young female Archeology majors. Much to his Wife, Vala Mal Doran's chagrin.

Walking up to his truck (something Jack, and Cam insisted that a real galactic hero would drive.) he reached into his jacket pocket,fumbling for the key fob to unlock the vehicle. As usual a plethora of notes, some admiring, some suggestive were tucked under the wiper blades. Fishing out the fob Jackson pressed the button unlocking the door. Climbing inside he inserted the key into the way ignition and started the engine. While he waited for the engine to warm up Daniel checked his phone for messages.

Darling, don't forget to pick up the paint from the tool thingy place. I swear. If I have to spend one more day looking at this awful dining room wall I will tear it down with my bare hands. ~Vala.

Jackson, For God's sake, don't forget to send me the video of T trying chilli at that Cook off in Texas ~Mitchell

Uncle Danny, Did you get a chance to review my paper on Alexander the Great. You have to admit that my hypothesis that He was an ancient does have validity. ~Cassandra

Quickly scrolling through these and other messages Daniel resolved to answer those he could. The others he deleted. Putting the truck into gear, Doctor Daniel Jackson, Hero of Earth and the Universe drove home.

Completely forgetting to stop by the tool thingy place.

Battlestar Galactica

Uncharted Space

+1843 Days CF (Colonial Fall)

"Set Condition One throughout the Ship! Launch Alert Five! Admiral Adama report to CIC!" The voice of Petty Officer, Anastasia Dualla ordered from the Ship's speakers.

Admiral William "Bill" Adama, Commander of the last Human Warship, Battlestar Galactica, dodged crewmen as he made his way to the Galactica's CIC. It seemed to that after fifteen peaceful months the cylons had found the fleet. A fleet containing the last of the Human Race. A fleet that Adama knew the Cylons were determined to annihilate. Entering CIC Adama made his way to the center of the room. " Sitrep Colonel. He ordered Colonel Saul Tigh, the Galactica's Executive Officer. "Two Baseships, Admiral. They're launching raiders now." Tigh informed his commanding officer, indicating the DRADIS screen overhead. On it could be seen two red glowing icons representing Cylon Baseships moving towards a dozens of green ones. Racing ahead of the two icons were hundreds of smaller ones. Cylon Raiders.

"Signal the fleet to jump to the emergency coordinates." Helm put us between the raiders and the civilians. Anti aircraft batteries to engage at will. Adams ordered. A chorus of "Yes sirs!" answered the Admiral. "Colonel start the Clock." He told Tigh, who nodded and walked over to Lieutenant Gaeta, the Galactica's Tactical Officer to relay Adams's order. The dark haired officer nodded, and took a large key hanging on a chain from around his neck. Gaeta inserted the key into a slot at his station pausing he looked at the Admiral. Adama gave him a slight nod, and Gaeta turned the key that activated the Galactica's Jump Engine. "Jumping in T-7 minutes Sir." Adama acknowledged him, and turned to Petty Officer Dualla.

"Have the vipers return to the barn, "Adama ordered. "Aye aye Sir." Dualla replied. "All Vipers return to the Barn! Combat landing!" Dee broadcasted over the wireless

Viper Squadron

Uncharted Space

+1843 Days CF

Major Lee Adama, call sign, Apollo, threw his Viper Mk VII hard to port causing the Raider pursuing him to miss. Its rounds flying through empty space. Apollo put his Viper into an Immelman, attempting to take on the Raider head on. But, before he could pull the trigger, and send deadly KEW ammunition into the Cylon craft, it exploded into a thousands of pieces. Another Viper streaked past Apollo.

"Gods, Apollo!" Quit fracking around, and start killing toasters already!,"came the voice of Captain Kara "Starbuck" Thrace over his wireless. Starbuck was Galactica's top viper pilot who flew her machine like an extension of herself. Unfortunately, she had trouble with authority. A trait which made her a frequent target of the XO's ire. " I had control of the situation." Apollo retorted. Before Starbuck could make a rejoinder Dualla's voice came over the wireless.

"All Vipers return to the Barn! Combat landing!"

"You heard the Lady. All Vipers disengage and return to the Barn!" Apollo ordered over the squadron's frequency. He received a chorus of Yes Sirs, and Affirmatives over the speakers in his flight helmet. Within seconds the surviving vipers were heading towards the only home the pilots had known for the past five years. Minutes later the Galactica, the lone Guardian of a rag tag fleet disappeared in a Flash of white light.

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