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"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Radio"

"Goa'uld Talking"

'Goa'uld Thinking'

Chapter One: When in Rome…

C.E Earth Sphere, Lagrange 5 Research Station Charlie-2

"Man, this is the most boring posting in the world," a man in his late teens with black hair and red eyes groaned as he rubbed his eyes with a large yawn, he was wearing a black uniform t-shirt with a red wolf's head on his right shoulder with a pair of black pant tucked into a pair of combat boots. "Man, why did Ryu and Kira have to send us here for the tour…"

A pair of females around the young man's age sighed in unison at the man's complaint. "Get over it Shinn," the younger of the two females, who had crimson red hair tied into a ponytail that fell to her shoulder blades, her eyes were an emerald green that shone with mischief, she was wearing a shirt similar to his, a few buttons undone to show some of her D-Cup cleavage along with a dark green miniskirt with black stockings that went up to past her knee along with a pair of knee high heeled boots. "Ryu-nii sent us here 'cause it was our turn on the roll."

The second female, also a redhead, though hers fell free to her waist, and had a pair of light grey eyes, and was wearing the same shirt/pants combo as the male, her own shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a white undershirt that formed to her large C-cupped breasts. "We only have another week here, Shinn," she told him. "Just bear it."

Shinn Asuka, pilot of the Mercenary group Fenrir, sighed in response. "I know, Flay, Jade, but… it's just so boring here…" he groaned. "Hell they don't even do much actual research here, just poke and prod things they come across now and then."

Jade Asuka nee Hisanaga and Flay Asuka nee Allster both sighed in response to their husband's words, their relationship had been an odd one, but hey, when it worked, it worked. "I just hope the boys aren't giving Alex too much trouble," Jade sighed, sending a mental apology to the commando turned babysitter/bodyguard for the children of the leaders of their Mercenary Guild, Fenrir. "I think it might be getting time for another raise for her…"

"Yeah…" Flay replied. "She certainly deserves it from what the boys and Kira and Lacus' kids get up to…" She sighed. "So… what all is here, anyway? I know it's storage for the artifacts we find but don't know where they come from, but that still leaves a lot of open space…"

"Well, they want them out the middle of nowhere so that if they are something that goes 'boom' it's only a single station that gets shafted," Shinn explained as he fiddled with the camera controls. "And whoever's on the station at the time."

"Oh, that's reassuring," Jade snarked with a light glare to her husband.

"Yeah, but not really what I was asking," Flay replied. "What's the actual physical inventory of this place? What 'unknown artifacts' are being stored right now?"

"Uhh, let's see…" Jade hummed as she brought up the inventory list. "Well… there's those seven emeralds that give off weird energy readings, oddly colored too, haven't figured out what they do so they locked them in lead and shoved them here, there's also that tall double helix spire we found in the Arctic, but everyone agreed it might be best just to dump it into molten titanium and ship it off here when the metal solidified, that bluish crystal from Europa that we threw into the lockbox, creepy vibes that had…"

"Don't forget about that ring we found with the device," Shinn commented as he surfed through the cameras. "Remember that one nut who was obsessed saying it was the secret to the stars?"

A faint vibration was felt from the walls of the station, setting off warning alarms. The camera pointed at the 'ring' showed something weird. The inner ring was spinning, and the nine 'chevrons' were moving as well, locking and lighting up when certain symbols passed over them. At the moment, four of the chevrons were lit up.

"Umm… it's not supposed to be doing that… right?" Jade asked in shock.

"Uh… no," Flay informed as the fifth chevron lit up, and the ring spun once more until the leftmost chevron lit up. At rotation seven, the top one lit, and clamped down on a symbol looking much like a pyramid with a circle hovering over it. Once THAT happened, blue energy filled the ring, and spat out what looked like water before receding.

"Jade, grab a rifle and come with me," Shinn said quickly as he leapt out of his seat, grabbing an assault rifle as he moved, Jade close behind. "Flay, call command and have them send out the Archangel ASAP with reinforcements."

Before anyone could do a thing, something came out of the 'water'. it looked like a mechanical arm, and it was confirmed when what looked to be a tracked probe came through, looking like an oversized Mars rover with a satellite dish behind the arm.

"Looks like a reconnaissance drone," Jade observed. "Probably scouting the area before the main group arrives, do we engage?"

"No, we get down there and observe for the time being, Flay, tell the Archangel to double time it," Shinn ordered in a rare moment of calmness - in comparison to his usual method of shoot first question later.

"Got it, be careful, Shinn, Jade," Flay said as the other two ran out of the room.

Colonel Jack O'Neill sighed as he stepped through the watery looking portal of the Stargate, the awe of travelling billions of lightyears in the span of a single step loosing its grandeur after a few dozen times of coming out to the end of pointed arrows, spears, staff weapons, zats and all other assorted bodily harm.

He pulled off his sunglasses as he looked around the slightly darkened… storage area? "Huh… this is new," he commented to his team. "No religious pedestal, worshipping locals, no pointed weapons… I like this."

Then he noticed the gravity. Actually, the LACK of gravity. "Major?"

Samantha Carter glanced at her CO. "Sir?"

"Are we in SPACE?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, either this is a zero-g cargo dock or we're on a zero-g space station, sir."

O'Neill sighed before gripping his radio. "General, this is SG-1. We seem to be having… floating problems," he informed over the radio.

"Define… floating problems, Colonel," General George Hammond asked with an exasperated sigh.

"There's no gravity."

"We seem to be in a space station or someone's using an anti-grav field on a planet." Carter tried to grab Daniel Jackson before he floated towards the ceiling, but it was too late as he was out of reach.

"I think we can cross this place off the list, General. There's nothing here. Should we try and dial back?"

"Nothing here?" Daniel asked skeptically. "Sam, look around us, all of these are artifacts of some kind," he grabbed hold of a sword that had a blue hilt with two wing like guards sprouting from the sides. "I think this is just a storage facility, after all, we did the same with our Stargate before Apophis came through."

"Well, the place looks abandoned, Daniel. Teal'c, let's find that good ol DHD and go home."

The Jaffa simple nodded, being a man of few words. "Indeed."

"Come on, Jack! We have to stay!" O'Neill gave the SGC's archaeologist a look.

"Daniel, the place is empty. And I don't want to spend any time in zero-g. I don't think Teal'c does, either." The X-301 Incident was… not something the two wanted to revisit.

Their conversation was cut short, however, as a pair of red dots of light sprouted on Jack's and Sam's foreheads.

"Uh… Colonel?"

The Minnesota native adopted a very exasperated look. "Great. And here I was hoping NOT to get shot, or shot AT, on a mission through the gate."

"I suggest you refrain from any movements," a feminine voice called out. "Other than dropping your weapons, that is."

O'Neill unclipped the clasp connecting his FN P90 to his tactical vest before letting go of it. Carter did the same before Daniel threw his Beretta 92F into a far corner and Teal'c pushed the Ma'tok staff away from him. "Great. Just great. Look, we're not hostile! The guns are for defending ourselves from the very nasty things we usually run into!"

"Forgive us for not believing you," a male voice sarcastically called out. "Enable gravity in Block 4."

Daniel fell to the floor, probably earning more than a few bruises. "Well, that answers that."

"Indeed."

The Colonel removed his cap, not really needing it. "I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill, US Air Force. The rest of my team you've got at gunpoint - which you DON'T need - is Major Carter, Daniel Jackson and Teal'c. Look, just let us find what we need to get home and we'll never pay you a visit again."

"And just where is home for you? OMNI? ZAFT?" the female voice asked. "And just what the hell is with that lightshow behind you?"

O'Neill shook his head. ANOTHER world to cross off the list thanks to hostile people. "We're from Earth. That's pretty much it. That thing? Pretty much something that lets us walk from one world to another in about...5 seconds?"

"Lot less, sir, but that's it."

"Thank you, Carter. If you'd put the guns away, we'll just call our boss to shut down the gate, and we'll dial home. You'll never see us again, honest."

"From Earth, huh? Well, considering I can look out the window and see it, forgive me if I don't believe you," the male voice responded angrily. "You really think you're the first person to come here to try and steal our stuff?"

"Uh... We're not here to steal anything. We didn't expect to end up in a space station. And we ARE from Earth. It's around thirty-thousand lightyears from here." At least Carter was being level-headed about it.

"SG-1, this is Hammond, report. What's going on?"

"Throw your radio over to me," the female voice commanded as a figure stepped out, revealing a woman who was keeping her rifle trained on the group, most of her features obscured by a helmet with a tinted visor covering her head, although the skin tight armored suit did little to hide her mature figure.

O'Neill pulled out the radio, tossing it at her. "Here."

The woman caught it, using one hand to keep the rifle easily trained on the group. "This is Jade Asuka of Fenrir, Identify yourself and your allegiance," she commanded using the radio.

"This is General George Hammond, United States Air force, commanding officer of Stargate Command. Who are you and what have you done to my people?"

"They're unharmed, for the moment," the woman assured. "However, their status remains dependant on your answer, how did you get into a Blacksite location?"

"Through the Stargate presumably on your base, Miss Asuka. We did not intend to break into your facility. We do not control where the gate is: the wormhole only connects to a stargate, no matter where it is."

The woman remained silent for a moment. "We will be holding your people for the time being to be questioned by my superiors, they won't be harmed, but they will not be allowed to return for now," she said. "Especially considering you say you're from Earth, when Earth is about a 20 minute flight from our location."

"We will dial back in in 6 hours. Hammond out."

The 'water' disappeared, and all the lights went off.

"Ok. Take us to your leader?"

An hour later - Station Residential Quarters

"So… thoughts anyone?" Jack asked his team as they waited in a vaguely militaristic bunk room that they had been put into by their… captors around an hour ago.

"We've been in the same situation before, sir. They'll be forced to believe us eventually, or they'll make us leave through the gate."

Daniel took that moment to pipe in with option two. "Or the Goa'uld will pop up and try and take the station."

"Indeed." Teal'c said. "The Tau'ri have made many enemies in Stargate Command's short time. The System Lords still have a substantial reward for our capture, and they will destroy anyone attempting to ally themselves with us."

"Yeah, that second option is… bad," Jack agreed with a nod. "Although I don't think they have any experience with the Stargate."

"If it was in storage until now, that means they don't even know what it is. The gate's usually considered a religious artifact or curiosity, and just thrown in a museum or something."

"Or outright buried."

"Alright, so these guys are unaware of other beings of the galaxy," Jack summarized. "But space capable, very space capable if they have space stations to this extent."

"But no knowledge of the Goa'uld or the people who built the stargates. And if they call this planet Earth, they might think we're from one of the nations on the surface."

"Explains the paranoia."

"Could they be a parallel evolution?" Daniel asked curiously. "If the Ancients did put them here, then it wouldn't be completely out of the realm of possibility that they evolved in a similar way to us."

"We'll have to find out. First things first though: gotta get out of here. They've got our guns, our radios and we don't have a DHD to get home."

"Or to the Alpha Site." O'Neill sent a glare at Carter, shutting her up before the door opened, and in came in the male who captured them.

"You," he said, pointing to Jack. "My boss wants to talk to you."

"Ok…" The Colonel stood up, and was led out of the room. "So, any chance of you finally believing us?"

"That's not my decision to make," the captor informed. "Personally I think I should just shoot the lot of you and toss that ring into Jupiter."

"Ah. That would be a bad thing, as there's a lot of nasty things out there. Like a bunch of snakeheads." The pair arrived at a door. "So, I'm finally being taken to your leader?"

"They're inside," the other responded, annoyance filling his voice as he took up a guard position outside of the door as it opened.

Stepping in, Jack was quickly greeted to the sight of three people sitting on one side of a metal table, two females and one male, they all looked to be in their twenties, the male being perhaps a few years older, having dark brown hair on the top of his head with his dark green eyes glinting as they examined Jack, he was wearing what vaguely resembled a military uniform, with a black button-up t-shirt with a white wolf on his right shoulder with three bars present underneath and a pair of black pants.

The woman sitting to his right wore the same thing as him, only having three stars under the wolf instead of bars, her chocolate brown hair fell down her back in waves as her strangely amethyst colored eyes studied him carefully.

The last one made him pause for a moment, she was sitting to the right of the other woman, and was wearing a respectable white, sleeveless dress, another wolf symbol resting on the dress on her left chest, her blue eyes expressing nothing but kindness and compassion… oh, and her hair was pink!

"Please, sit," the brown haired woman requested with a kind smile, gesturing to the chair across from them.

O'Neill sat down in the chair, looking slightly perplexed. "Uh… hi. Colonel Jack O'Neill. Who are you people?"

"Well, I guess that's one confirmation," the brown haired male muttered to the pink haired woman with a slight smirk on his face.

"I am Kira Hisanaga," the brown haired female said, ignoring the byplay. "I am in command of the Mercenary Guild Fenrir, whose station you are on, this is my husband and second in command, Ryu, and our wife and spokesperson, Lacus."

That confused O'Neill, but he shook his head. "Ok, that aside, what are you planning on doing to do with me and my team? Just… send us home and bury your gate?"

"Not quite," Ryu informed with a small smirk, looking through a file folder. "Don't worry, we're not planning on selling you to the highest bidder either… the… Goa… uld was it?"

"You heard everything." Jack said nodding, "Ok. Those guys are a bunch of megalomaniacs that can body snatch you. They're… snakes that go in your head. They think they're gods. We've killed a few." Ra, Heru'ur, Sokar, Apophis, just to name a few without naming a few.

The male hummed in response. "Well, that is interesting," he said as he continued to leaf through the folder he was holding. "So, what is your purpose here, then?"

"Just looking around, finding nice space guns to defend ourselves from those snakeheads." Jack summarized. "That's it in a nutshell. you want details, talk to Carter or Daniel. Weren't expecting to get locked up and nearly shot."

"To be fair, we weren't expecting people to step out of what we thought to be an art piece," Lacus countered, smiling kindly at him. "I would like to know, however, how likely is it that these Goa'uld will find us?"

"Uh...very." O'Neil said, "They aren't too fond of people with space guns that aren't… them. They nearly bombed Earth once with a couple of their motherships until we blew them up from the inside a couple years back."

Kira leaned back slightly as she folded her arms across her chest. "So, you were looking for ways to defend yourself," she asked. "And, what would you offer in return?"

"Well, we do get our hands on a Goa'uld ship or two on occasion." The Tok'ra were NOT going to be happy with him. "but if you aren't interested, you can just… give us back our stuff so we can go home and you can bury your gate."

Kira gave him a smirk that… honestly sent shivers down his spine. "Now, who said I wasn't interested," she said. "After all, we are a Mercenary Guild, and war… is good for business."

O'Neill narrowed his eyes. He had very little respect for mercenaries or bounty hunters after that little incident a few years back. "Well, I'm not the guy in charge. If you could find the thing we need to dial home, I could put you in contact with Hammond."

"And what exactly is it you need?" Ryu asked with raised eyebrow.

"We call it a DHD. A… dial home device. Just punch in the address, and whoosh! You're on another world."

"We are going to need to know what it looks like in order to find it," Lacus informed, her eye twitching ever so slightly.

O'Neill put his hand at a certain height. "Yea high." He then spread out his arms. "Yea wide and they've got 39 symbols and a big red dome in the middle."

Ryu nodded as he stood up and exited the room. "Tell me, Colonel, what else can you tell us about these Goa'uld?" Kira asked, leaning forward to put her elbows on the table while her chin rested on top of her folded hands. "Standard Operating Procedures, Weapons, defenses, and such like."

"Well, Teal'c can tell you more about them. He used to be First Prime of one of the bastards we sent to the place below. Weapons, you've already seen. Teal'c had them."

"That staff and those snake things."

"Yeah, they got bigger guns, too. Fighters, a bundle of bombers. Motherships that can take a beating and keep goin."

Kira hummed in thought as she picked up a tablet and manipulated it. "We've scanned your equipment, and the staff in particular seems to use energy as a weapon, it is a focused laser?" she asked curiously.

"I'm not an egghead. It just burns when it hits somethin'. Talk to Carter. She's the techhead of the team."

'Either this guy is incredibly clever, or dumber than a sack of rocks,' Kira thought to herself, her eye twitching slightly as the door opened.

"We found it," Ryu said as he leaned the the doorway. "Buried under a massive diver suit with the giant drill attached to it, weirdest find ever."

"Ok, then. Carter'll help you set it up."

"And what exactly is your role, Colonel?" Kira asked skeptically.

"I'm the guy in charge, and usually the one to kick Daniel in the ass when we need to get going."

"The brawn then," Lacus summarized with a way too nice smile on her face.

"I'm a soldier, not a scientist. I just like things simple."

Ryu sighed in response. "This way, your team will be meeting you there," he said, a hand resting on the butt to a submachine gun as a clear warning not to try anything.

"As long as we get our crap back before we go."

Carter removed the control crystal as she began setting the DHD up. "Ok, that should do it." The innards lit up, and she put the dome back on the DHD. "We're ready."

"Good thing Jack taught you how to do that before the Asgard unscrambled his head," Daniel muttered quietly, nervously eying the armed guards in the room.

"What the hell are you people talking about?" One of the guards asked in confusion.

"Three years ago, Colonel O'Neill had the knowledge of the people who built the stargates uploaded into his mind. He saved our lives by drawing the blueprints for this thing so we could fix it and get home."

"Convenient," the guard drawled. "The bosses are bringing your leader in now, be ready to call home or whatever."

Carter began pressing buttons on the DHD, and the gate began to light up as she punched in Earth's address. As soon as the seventh symbol was put in, she pressed the dome, activating the stargate. "Stargate Command, this is Carter, come in."

"This is General Hammond Major, what's your status," the General responded almost instantly.

"We're on our way back, General. Colonel O'Neill will be here momentarily."

"Understood Major, what has happened with the… locals?"

"We'll brief you once we get back, sir." She pulled out the IDC transmitter before typing it in.

"Iris is open, Major. You are clear."

"So… we're getting to leave then?" Jack asked hopefully to the locals as they entered.

"You do," Kira confirmed as she finished working with the tablet in hand before handing it to Jack. "Give this to whoever is in charge, it's what we can offer you if you chose to hire us."

"Ok, I'll hand it to General Hammond. Just… don't dial Earth if we aren't here. We've got something covering the gate called a iris. Think bugs on a windshield when it's closed."

"Very well, but please, do send word before stepping through the gate, I cannot guarantee your safety otherwise."

SG-1 walked through the gate, the last one through being O'Neill.

"It's a goddamn wormhole generator. Step through one, you come through another one somewhere across the galaxy. Hell of a way to send supplies and troops. Did they say anything else about it? What it's made of, its' limitations? How many of them there ARE?" A scientist of Fenrir asked excitedly as he moved about his lab eagerly reading the data gained from analyzing the ring.

"Calm down, Richard," Kira said bluntly as she watched him move around like a gerbil on a sugar high. "We don't know anything yet, but, something tells me they'll be more than willing to sit down and talk once their leader sees the video I sent him on the tablet."

"Well, I want one. I want to MAKE one. Wait until ZAFT and OMNI Enforcer get their hands on this thing. They'll be fighting like MAD just to get it." Richard Kurdsted, chief researcher of Fenrir commented, calming himself down as he pushed his glasses up his nose a bit.

"I'd be more worried about these Goa'uld. We have no idea how powerful their ships are compared to the Archangel and the rest. From what O'Neill seemed to imply, they could tank a few nukes." Kira sighed.

"Yeah, there is very little that can do that, meaning one thing. They have honest to God energy shields."

"But, we do have our mobile suits, not to mention the Cold Fusion Reactors," Kira commented with a grin. "I'd like to see that shield of theirs stand up to Mendel's Fusion Cannon."

"We might have a chance to find out! I'm almost hoping they show up!"

"You might get your wish."

Stargate Command

"Mercenaries?" Hammond asked for confirmation, a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, sir. I'm not all that comfortable working with a bunch of mercs." The incident with Aris Boch still rang in their minds, and it showed. After all, he was a bounty hunter, and that was, more or less, a breed of mercenary.

"We could use their help. The Goa'uld will eventually try to call the Asgard's bluff, and once they attack Earth, we have no way of stopping them." Daniel pointed out reluctantly.

"Colonel, didn't they give you a tablet for General Hammond?" Sam asked eagerly. "We might be able to get some information from it."

"Yeah, I handed it to him after we got back."

"And I gave it to the President. As much as I hate to say this, doctor Jackson, it is not my call."

"But think of what we could gain from it, we were on a self sustaining space station," Daniel insisted. "They could help us develop our own Spaceship."

"Daniel, we ARE working on our own space ship. The X-302 is nearly complete. We just need a power source, and naquadah isn't much." Hammond explained.

"Regardless, sir, I think we should let someone ELSE deal with them. We're sorta needed, aren't we?" Jack asked hopefully.

"SG-21 has been waiting for deployment for the past month. I'll get them sent to the briefing room."

Daniel blinked in surprise at Hammond's announcement. "Whoa, 21? Aren't they the we-need-everything-dead assault team?"

"That's not exactly diplomatic friendly, General," Sam commented slowly.

"He might not seem like it, but the Lt. Colonel knows better than to start a fight, and he's not the moron he portrays himself as. He'll be on his best behavior. We'll hand over a naquadah generator as a sign of good faith once I have this cleared by the President. And SG-21 can fight their way back if they have to."

Jack rose his hand "You DO realize this is just a Meet and Greet, right?" He said, "With all due respect sir, a heavy assault team doesn't exactly send a good first contact message... What about SG-24?"

Hammond rose an eyebrow "The kids?" He asked, "Aside from Captain Cipher, they're all rookies."

"But they are some of our top engineers and pilots." Daniel pointed out, "If we're going to learn about their technology, they would be the best choice... And if things get hairy and can't escape through the Stargate, they can fly pretty much anything."

The General seemed to think about it before he sighed "Alright I'll make the call," he conceded "But 21 will be escorting them just in case."

"I think that's for the best." Sam agreed, nodding.

"US, sir? With all due respect, I'm not a diplomat."

Hammond gave SG-21's leader a stare that would stop the most egomaniacal Goa'uld. "Colonel, you know better then to think this is a diplomatic mission. I'm assigning you there for a reason."

Lt. Colonel Pinkerton rubbed the back of his head. "I seriously think this is a mistake. SG-1 should be doing this. My team and I should be doing something… we're more suited to. I mean, I can talk my way out of a fight if I have to, but…"

"Which is why your on protection detail only for SG-24," Hammond explained pointedly. "Let Dr. Matthews do the talking and just be ready to fight your way out if things go bad."

"Bodyguard duty. My God, the Pentagon must want to keep us around just to drive my team nuts. Very well, sir, we'll gear up and get ready to head through the gate."

He saluted and walked out of Hammond's office, privately wondering why the eggheads would need his team for protection. SG-21's job was to make the lives of the Jaffa facing them suck. Badly.

The Lt. colonel entered an elevator at the end of the hall, going up to level 18 to talk to his team in the lockers, where they were no doubt going through what was termed 'the boredom drill', gearing up and down as they hadn't gone off world.

The other three members of SG-21 were doing exactly that: Tanya Perez, an hispanic woman roughly half a foot shorter then the Colonel, was midway to clipping on her backup weapon, the now standard-issue FN P90, to her vest as he walked in. "Don't bother taking the vests and the guns off, people. We're finally going off world." Andrew Williams whooped, the Lieutenant only being in the program for a month, but willing and eager to get going. "Don't get excited, rookie: it's guard duty. We're going to be with SG-24."

"The civilians? Sir, I was expecting-" Tanya began to question only to be cut off as Ron raised his hand in a bid for silence.

"It's a risky situation, Captain, and who better then the people most likely to survive a shooting war? Gate room in five minutes. Thank the General that we're actually DOING something. For a while there, I thought we were going to go completely INSANE sitting with our thumbs up our asses."

The final member, Miguel Anderson, a large, heavily muscled dark skinned man with dark brown eyes a few shades off of black, his black hair closely shaven to his skull, simply nodded as he picked up the squad automatic weapon he was assigned and began strapping it into place onto his tactical vest. "Mission?" he questioned, his voice rumbling deeply as he spoke up.

"Bodyguard duty: SG-24's going to be talking with a merc organization on the other end, our job's to make sure nothing happens to them. If something shoots at you, give one warning. After that, weapons free and everything's fair game. No fuck ups. Clear?"

"Yes, sir!" the squad snapped off, saluting their commanding officer in unison.

"Good. Now, why aren't you getting to the gate room?" The team blinked before looking to one another and rushing out while their commander grabbed his gear, consisting of an M16A3/M203, an M9 and ammunition for all three, plus the radio, tactical vest and standard issue combat knife.

"Just ONCE I'd like to go somewhere where everything's hostile. But NO, bodyguard duty's my first offworld mission. A tour and a half in Bosnia and this is what I get."

"About time we got a mission!"

"Cool it Boeing, it's just first contact. No combat expected."

"It's better than nothing!"

Captain Joe Cipher, known for his callsign 'Lockheed', shook his head as he finished strapping on the battle armor, checking his M4A1 Carbine. "Just treat this like any other mission you three," he said, brushing back his crew cut blonde hair as he put his helmet on. "They're human, so this should be a cakewalk."

"Yeah, a human civilization who calls their own homeworld Earth too." 2nd Lieutenant Adam 'Boeing' Vostok said, a brown haired brown eyed young man who holstered a SPAS-12 shotgun on his back. "What are the odds of that?"

"After all the things SG-1 has seen, it doesn't really surprise me." 1st Lieutenant Sasha 'Grumman' Urei said shrugging as she loaded her M110 sniper rifle. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact fucking aliens were involved with the pyramids."

"It threw us all into a loop, Grumman." Cipher said, before glancing at the fourth and final member of the team "Fairchild, you ready?"

There wasn't an immediate response from the last member of SG-24. The youngest out of them, looking about in his early twenties or late teens with short black hair and oddly red colored eyes, wearing the same armor and BDU, with an MP5A3 sitting next to him. He had a pair of headphones in, listening to something on an MP3 player and reading away with a comic.

"Fairchild? Jaden?" Cipher sighed, walking up to the unresponsive soldier, tapping him on the shoulder "Fairchild!"

"Hm? Wha?" Corporal Jaden 'Fairchild' Takeo said in alert, looking around before seeing the Captain, "Oh! Uhh, captain!" He hastily took his headphones off "Sorry…. What is it?"

Cipher shook his head "Just finish getting ready kid," he said, lightly batting his head.

"Y-yes sir… " Jaden nodded, as he picked up his SMG and comic. "Sorry sir… "

THe left hatch opened as SG-24 entered, Lt. Colonel Pinkerton looking absolutely bored as his team followed him in. "I am not looking forward to this."

"Why not, Colonel? You're going off world." the Captain of the opposite team questioned with a smirk.

"Captain, SG-24 is a heavy assault team. I was expecting my first mission to be combat, not babysitting duty. No offense." The higher-ranking officer glanced back at the control room. "Walter! Dial 'er up!"

"Right, dialling out, standby," Walter called out as they started the dialling sequence. "Chevron One encoded!"

"Gentlemen, remember, this is a meet and greet," General Hammond announced from the control room, sending the group a stern look. "The President was very insistent we secure a partnership with these Mercenaries, they have tech we need and they are willing to work with us."

"Understood, General." "Colonel, no screwups!" the leader of the assault team saluted as the gate continued to rotary dial. "We SO need a DHD. THis rotary crap sucks."

The gate's inner ring locked into place six further times before the gate activated - the pulse of energy flowing out, before returning inside the gate as it shifted into its water-like appearance. "SG-24, move out and secure the other side! Standard procedure!"

THe assault team quickly went up the ramp, going through the gate's event horizon.

"Wow..." Jaden muttered, as SG-21 walked up the ramp as well. "Never saw it active in person before… " he poked the wormhole experimentally. "Cool..."

"Get moving Rook," Adam said, before kicking Jaden through, who shouted in protest before he tumbled through the Stargate.

Sasha hit Adam in the back of the head "Jackass… " She muttered as she went through next, soon followed by Cipher and Adam - the former of which growled slightly.

SG-21 exited the gate, stopping before a massive 18 meter tall robot, pointing a rifle at the gate. "Well, fuck me with a...how far are we from Earth?" the Colonel questioned, feeling a bit of blood drain from his face as he stared up at the grey/black colored robot.

"Does it matter, sir?" Tanya questioned as she nervously looked at the massive war machine.

"Matters to me, because that's how fucked we are, Captain."

"Scan confirmed, stand down Black-Two," a voice called out over a radio, the robot shifting to less threatening position as SG-24 stepped through, Jaden stumbling to the ground and quickly emptying his stomach as the others stared up at the robot. "Dammit, running scans, anyone else coming through?" the radio operator muttered in irritation.

"That'd be a no." The gate shut down seconds later, with the Colonel pinching his nose. "Perez, you're on gate duty. If that inner ring doesn't turn, we're screwed."

"What makes you say that, Colonel? If it turns on-" Perez began to question.

"Earth has no DHD; thus we have to dial manually. If that ring doesn't turn, it's not friendly. Am I clear?"

Perez stared at her commander for a minute before looking up at the giant robot. "Yeah, I can see I'll be so useful here," she snarked dryly as she stepped off to the side to lean against a crate.

"You will be useful, Captain: you'll be able to go 'Earth, not Earth', that way they know when to stand down or not. Next scheduled check-in with the SGC is in 3 hours. If that thing activates before then...shoot anything that comes through."

"What if it's another SG team?" Perez pointed out in question.

"Oh come on, we have an Alpha Site. Why would they dial here if they can't get home?" Pinkerton retorted rolling his eyes.

"You never know, sir," Perez replied with a shrug as she looked over to the recovering SG-24. "We work for the Stargate Program, I thought everything could happen, I mean, we're sitting next to an office building sized robot."

"Just watch the gate and call the General in three hours. I have to bore the rest of us with diplomatic talks which will be as interesting as paint drying. YOU get the exciting job in case Jaffa dial in, because we'll be delayed getting here."

"...I see your point sir."

"Good. In the immortal words of so many people, let's go: we've got a job to do."

"Ugh… fuck that… felt weird… " Jaden groaned, standing back up, "Sorry about the mess, I'll clean… it… " He began to look up, as he soon noticed the giant 18 meter tall robot standing before them. "...huh?"

"Just don't do anything stupid, kid." Adam muttered to the soldier, "We don't want to piss off the giant-" he looked down, but blinked as Jaden had outright vanished "Huh?"

"HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!" The SG Teams all looked back towards the machine, where Jordan had somehow dashed right in front of it, looking at the massive machine. "A GIANT FUCKING ROBOT! IT'S LIKE A MECHA FROM MACROSS! IT CAN BE DONE I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

The SG members all blinked, Adam groaning and Cipher facepalming "Well… I haven't seen him this happy since he was first recruited into the stargate program… " Sasha muttered.

"C'mon Fairchild," Cipher said, grabbing the young soldier by the neck and dragging him back. "We've got a job to do."

"NO! LET ME STAY!" Jaden pleaded as he was dragged away from the massive machine by the SG Team. "I MUST KNOW HOW IT WOOOOOORKS!"

The group was greeted by a smirking Kira as they stepped out of Fenrir's Gate room. "Welcome to Mendel," she greeted them ambilicy. "I'm Kira Yamato, founder and overall commander of Fenrir."

Cipher smiled nodding "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Yamato." He said, "I am Captain Joe Cipher of Stargate Command, I was selected as Hammond's diplomat. With me is my team SG-24, and SG-21… please ignore 21's arsenal, Hammond wouldn't let us come without a heavy escort."

"Not that it would matter with that giant robot in front of the gate… " Adam muttered.

"Are there more?!" Jaden demanded as he poked his head out, "How many-Ack!" Adam hit the young man in the face silencing him.

"Shut UP, Jaden." He growled, as the young soldier quieted down, moving to the back like a whipped dog.

Cipher glared at Adam for a moment before turning back to Kira "Sorry, Ma'am… ever since he saw that… robot, it's the only thing Jaden has been thinking about."

"And understandable condition I suppose," Kira replied as she nodded. "And don't worry about your escort, I understand, if you'll follow me, I'll be showing you around Mendel, our main base of operations."

Cipher nodded, as the two SG teams followed the woman further into the Mendel colony. "I must say, the fact you've been able to build a space station like this…" Cipher mused, as he observed his surroundings "...it must have been quite the effort for Fenrir to build this place."

"Hm? Oh, no we didn't build it," Kira informed blithely. "It's was an abandoned Colony that we purchased and repurposed, hell, still repurposing actually," she shrugged as she led them to what looked to be a freight elevator. "It had the basic infrastructure we needed, but we added on a ship construction yard, that's actually still ongoing, we have to expand the colony itself to add it in but it's just about finished."

She pressed the 'up' button on the elevator controls causing it to rise up. "Once it's operational, we plan on focusing our efforts on completing a functional FTL drive for our ships," she commented.

"Hmmm… creating a subspace window requires a lot of power… " Jaden muttered, "It's what's stalling the X-302's development so much, a naquadah reactor is the only viable power-OW!" He winced as Adam jabbed him.

"Jaden, stop talking damn it!" Adam hissed.

"What? It's not classified if we're gonna give them-"

"Shut it!"

"Adam! Cool it!" Cipher barked, glaring at Adam who growled, but back down. "Jaden, I know this is exciting, but please stop talking about our tech."

"...sorry." He sighed, sticking to the back of the elevator.

"We have our powersource, there is no problem with that," Kira told the cryptically as the ceiling above them opened up, light streaming down from above as the sounds of what seemed to be a drill sergeant shouting filtered its way down to them.

As they reached the new opening the elevator halted as it grew level with the 'ground' as what looked to be a group of trainees jogged by in uniform, being shouted at by their drill sergeant. Above them were several machines maneuvering through the air, looking like they were shooting at each other with nothing actually coming out of their weapons. "And this… is the interior of Mendel, this particular area is our barracks and training grounds."

"Incredible… " Cipher gaped, along with the other SG members "I assumed the colony was large, but this… "

Jaden meanwhile just watched with fascination at the machines flying in the air, some looking like the one guarding the Stargate, while others looked more like fighters which transformed into the large mecha. "Holy crap they got transforming ones too?"

"Those were a bitch to figure out," Kira commented dryly as she watched the manoeuvres. "And hearing my husband curse whenever one gets damaged, even more of a bitch to fix," she chuckled lightly. "Anyways, come, since you're interested in our mobile suits, I'll show you the hanger first."

"Yes Please!" Jaden cheered, suddenly appearing at the front of the group, looking like a kid in a candy shop as he followed the amused Kira. Adam looking as if he was about to berate him again, but Sasha stopped him.

"Adam… " she said in an all-too sweet voice, "Hit him again… and you're gonna regret it." The soldier gulped a bit, before standing down as they followed Kira towards the hangar.

"S-So, they're called… Mobile Suits?" The young man asked, "The… robots I mean… are you like… the only people who have them?"

"No, they're used by everyone really, military and private," Kira informed as she led them through the training fields, the trainees being put through their paces as they walked past. "They're also used in construction, salvaging, exploration, they have many uses, war is just one of many."

"The power requirements must be massive… " He mused, glancing up where the mobile suits continued to duel, "I mean to use weapons, maintain a constant thrust to remain in the air for so long… not to mention other systems like life support and things you generally don't worry about with modern fighters back home… " He then watched as one seemed to pull out an energy sword to block another one's attack. "Lightsabers?! They have lightsabers too?!"

"Lightsaber?" Kira questioned with a raised eyebrow, looking at Jaden in confusion.

"Huh? What, you don't have Star Was here?" Jaden asked, pointing up at the mobile suits, "Those energy swords! They look like lightsabers from the Star Wars movies!"

"Jaden… " Sasha said calmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry Miss Yamato… Jaden is a bit… eccentric about these kind of things… giant robots, lasers, aliens, that sort of stuff… "

Kira hummed in response before shrugging. "Beam Sabers are the standard go to melee weapons for mobile suits," she explained, pressing on. "Some do use physical blades as they are less power consuming and can be better in certain situations."

"Awesome… " He muttered, "I need to get me one of those… "

"Well talk about that later, Jaden." Cipher said, lightly nudging the young man as they continued to follow Kira.

Kira paid them no mind as they reached what looked to be an airfield. "Ah, there's my husband now," she commented, looking up as a smaller looking jetfighter passed by overhead. "Testing a modified unit we were planning on trading with you, it's a snubfighter, but it should be able to pass through the gate with no issues."

This caught the SG teams by surprise, doing a double take "You're just… giving us a snubfighter?" Cipher asked for clarification.

"A gesture of good faith, it includes one of our Ultracompact Energy Batteries," Kira informed the group. "Handy things those, most mobile suits are powered by them and they can be charged by any power source if it can give the proper amount of output. Not to mention it is space capable, it has universal hardpoints for attaching booster rockets for getting into space, and it's capable of vertical takeoff and landings if needed."

Jaden watched the fighter come for a landing, as he started grinning "...Dibs."

"What?" Cipher asked.

"Dibs - I just called dibs to fly it first."

"Wha-you can't just call dibs!" Adam shouted.

"But I just did."

"To be fair he did." Cipher shrugged, "And... Why not? He's the best pilot we've got among us... Have you seen his flight records?"

"He's a kid!" Adam retorted, "And that thing isn't like a jet back home!"

"And who kicks your ass in the flight simulators all the time?" Sasha asked with a smirk, as Adam growled. "The ayes have it then."

"You'll get your chance to go over it later," Kira informed calmly. "Ryu is still running through the final checks and will be making sure everything is in working order before it's shipped, we don't sell half-assed equipment."

"I'd like to see the specs on that thing's weapons and navigation. See how well it stacks against a glider." Kira looked at the until-now silent Colonel.

"Glider?" she questioned curiously.

"Goa'uld short-range attack fighter. Uses a gravity based drive system for propulsion, two-man crew, armed with two ma'tok staff cannons. SG-1 managed to capture a pair during an abortive attack on Earth three years ago, which we cobbled back to together to make the X-301. THanks to a hidden recall device, we lost the fighter and nearly lost Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c."

The stunned looks on their faces were both annoying and amusing. "Just because I prefer to shoot things does not mean I'm an idiot. I just like things simple. I wouldn't be a Lt. Colonel if I was dumb."

"Well, it doesn't have a recall device," Kira informed graciously. "It has two four fire-linked autocannons on the nose, mounts for missiles under the wings, and see the 'bubble' on the top there? That's a Beam Turret, able to rotate a full 360 degrees in a circle and raise up to a 80 degree angle. So a two seater obviously, the turret gunner is also able to handle navigations."

"So closer to an Al'kesh." Ron commented in comparison, nodding to himself.

"Which is?" Kira prompted for clarification, her eyebrow raising.

"Mid-range hyperspace bomber. Belly turret with two staff cannons and a pair of plasma charge emitters. One of them practically cost us a Ha'tak-Class mothership SG-1 managed to capture from the Goa'uld Cronus after they killed his snake ass. It's about ten times the mass, no shields, but it can cloak. I'd love to get my hands on one; it would come in handy for close-support operations."

"Hm… the Goa'uld have cloaking tech?" Kira questioned for clarification, garnering a nod from the group. "That's always a pain to deal with… hmm… going to have to work on a sensor variant of the Gram then, maybe even a Mirage Colloid variant to even the playing fields a bit."

"I'd be more worried about their cargo ships. They're tiny and and get a force of Jaffa on the ground without being detected until their staff weapons are lobbing plasma at you."

"For someone who hasn't gone offworld, Colonel, you know a lot about Goa'uld weapons and ships." the leader of SG-24 commented dryly.

Ron shrugged. "I just read the missions reports. ALL of the mission reports. Know thy enemy, know thyself, victory is always yours. If not, you might as well bend over and paint a target on your rear end, Captain."

"Well you'll be happy to know that the Gram should be within your technical grasp to reproduce and modify as you need," Kira informed politely. "Unfortunately, we do run a business, so we will have to work out some kind of deal for the variants we create if you want them."

"Well, it just so happens we have something to trade for starters." Cipher nodded at Sasha, who pulled out a large case from her backpack, before opening it, revealing a large tubish device. "This is a naquadah generator, strongest power source currently built by human hands based off of alien tech."

"Interesting," Kira murmured as she accepted the tube, studying it carefully. "Going to have to run some scans on it, determine how much its worth."

"It produces massive amounts of clean energy, by using a small sample of the element naquadah." Jaden elaborated, "naquadah isn't native to our solar system, making it one of the rarest minerals known to humanity right now. And fair warning: if you overload it, the reactant has enough power to generate a 20 Kiloton explosion so… yeah, don't do that unless you need to."

"Not the first time I worked with something that could kill everyone in the immediate area if mishandled kiddo," Kira replied easily. "You think beam weaponry is stable?"

"Well, Goa'uld weapons like the Staff cannon and the actual staff weapon use plasma energy, and its fairly stable." He commented, "Powered by liquid Naquadah… you must be using a different power source for your own energy weapons, you might make it easier on yourselves if you use something like Naquadah to act as a stabilizing agent to reduce the needed power output to function…."

"Not to mention you've got a 32 ton paperweight made of the stuff in your hold."

Kira raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be, Colonel?"

"The gate itself. It's made of the shit, and we've seen that thing survive shit that nothing else would: a black hole's gravity field, a planetary explosion, a freaking supernova. Hell, the Goa'uld make their ships out of the stuff, so it's not dangerous outside a reactor, unlike certain elements."

Kira blinked "Wait, are you implying their ships are-"

"Oh nonono, Goa'uld ships are anything but indestructible." Jaden assured, "SG-1 blew up Ra's flagship with a nuke when the Stargate was first used. The difference is the fact that the Stargate is basically a giant superconductor. Naquadah can store massive amounts of energy and is extremely hard. Its strength allowing it to repeatedly handling an active wormhole, where an element like say Titanium can only sustain one for just a few minutes."

Kira hummed in response. "Alright," she commented. "Would be explain some of our scans failing on us, anyways, we'll be running some tests on this generator, but I think you may have helped us with our problems with infantry scaled beam weaponry."

"Oh… well, it's ah, nothing." Jaden said shrugging sheepishly, "I learned all this when I joined the program, it's all pretty easy to understand, especially when you're allowed to actually take one of those staff's apart, put it back together again… never really like them though, I mean sure the energy weapon part is awesome but, it's not exactly what I'm use to in terms of firearms… " He gestured to his MP5 "I like more human-ish weapons…"

"It will be interesting to research," Kira agreed speculatively, waving down an engineer and issuing him some instructions on where to bring the generator. "This way, I think you'll enjoy inside the hanger."

The group followed Kira inside the hanger. Inside, there were multiple large 'Mobile Suits' as Kira had identified them, of various designs. Most seemed to share the same general built, with two eyes, the machine-like face and some having a set of V-horns on them, while others looked more Cyclops-like with a single eye, and a different more 'curvy' design, clearly built by different designers.

The SG teams looked at the machines in awe, none more so than Jaden as he walked up towards one of them. "Ohhhhh my god I'm so happy right now… "

"If you geek out, Colonel O'Neill DID give me permission to zat you, Corporal. We're not here to satisfy your hobby; we have a planet to safeguard. And just because Apophis is dead-"

"Presumed dead, sir-" Anderson's deep voice spoke up.

"Anderson, he was on board that Ha'tak when it crashed onto Delmak. I don't care how many times he's come back from the brink, this time, he is dead. Took a bunch of 'cators with him, too, according to SG-1."

"...Cators?" Kira asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Replicators. Mechano-bugs that make our best ally, the Asgard, have a REALLY bad day. No idea where they come from, but we do know that they love advanced tech and are energy-weapons proof. So unless you've got an antimatter cannon or something, your only option are KEWs." Ron patted his M16A3. "And unlike the Jaffa, we've got those in spades."

"We have positron cannons," Kira said with a grin. "Normally they're mounted on our capital ships, but we do have mobile suit sized versions."

"Oh, goodie. I'll call Tanya; she can get on the horn with General Hammond and we can get the Asgard here."

"I don't think so. We're not going to just give them a Lohengrin." Kira told him sharply, her kind eyes morphing to diamond hard in a second.

"Never said you have to. But they need something to kill the bugs, otherwise, they'll come here. And those things are unstoppable in numbers."

"Well, if they wants the specs to a Lohengrin tell them to be prepared to trade for it," she told him. "We are only a single organization, and a mercenary one at that, the governments are aware of the fact we are dealing with alien life, but the general populous is not ready for it, we are still fixing damage from killing each other."

"Well, the Asgard won't give you anything that can be used against them. Part of their modus operandi. But they can do something that'll piss off the snakes. THere's a bit of a treaty in place; Goa'uld don't go near certain planets or else the Asgard tear them a new hole. They make the Goa'uld look like us. And we suck. Seriously, the X-302's, what, a fighter?"

"Well, we can help you change that," Kira informed as she continued to lead them. "Anyways, these mobile suits are models from the OMNI Enforcers, ZAFT and ORB," she told them. "We have our own line of units, but those are typically reserved for the ace pilots as they are more expensive to produce."

"How much would one of these… cost for you guys?" Jaden asked, eyeing up one of the more Cyclops-like machines. "Or like… at least just the schematics to one?"

"We normally accept mobile suits and ships as payment for services rendered," Kira explained as they moved towards the hanger, passing by a group of light grey units bearing a 'V' shaped crest on their foreheads, each of them bearing a different style to them. "And if you'll have to wait until we actually sit down at the bargaining table if you want schematics."

"That's agreeable," Cipher nodded, as Sasha helped pull Jaden away from the mobile suits to continue on their way. "Machines like these could give us one hell of an advantage over the Goa'uld… "

"They certainly change warfare for us," Kira agreed casting a fond look over to a unit with a pair of four segmented wings on its back. "We still use tanks and infantry, but Mobile Suit warfare became very prevalent because of how useful they are in space."

"We'll see how well they stack against gliders. Agile bastards."

"We'll find out eventually," Kira replied noncommittally as she led them to another elevator. "I'll agree that for the most part mobile suits are slower than the majority of mobile armors, but they make up for that in versatility and maneuverability in space, speaking of, I'll be showing you our shipyards next."

"Umm, could… I stay here?" Jaden asked, "I-I mean, I need to, umm, give a proper report to the General, learn what I can from these… w-without of course, breaking any rules of course… "

Cipher gave him a look "You just want to stay with the Giant robots."

"Wha? No! I… I need to have a full report!" He reasoned, "I mean…. We need to know what we can before the uhh, General can agree to the deal and all!"

"Sorry, group stays together," Kira denied completely. "Unless you want one of my people to run around in your base unsupervised?"

"But… the..."

"Jaden," Sasha said, "C'mon, robots later. We have a mission here."

Jaden looked back up at the mobile suits, before sighing as he continued to follow the others.

Kira kept a close eye on him as the elevator doors closed. "While we use many of the ships we receive as payment, most them are actually broken down and reused as parts for our own line of ships," she explained as the elevator began to rise. "We have several different lines, but the one we're most proud of is the Diligence-class line that we developed with the major manufacturing companies of the Earth Sphere, a way to show unity going forward."

"Wish something like that'd happen back home… " Cipher mused, "We only just recently brought the Russians into the program… and that's mostly just because they found the old Alpha gate in the pacific."

"Well, we only started to unify after a mad-man nearly turned the Earth into a radioactive husk," Kira replied grimly. "Which is why you are being kept secret, we still fixing all the damage from the war."

"Fair enough," Cipher said, "The Stargate Program hasn't been shared with the general public back home either. We just recently finished a cold war with Russia, the last thing they need to worry about now learning the freaking pyramids were built by an alien race that will happily reconquer the Earth with technology centuries more advanced than ours."

"Well, I'd like to see their ships stand up to ours," Kira declared as the elevator stopped and door opened to a room dominated by a massive window that looked over a small fleet of ships. "This is the Home Fleet, at least part of it, the rest are out on patrol right now, the big ship in the center there, that's our Diligence-class, the Havok, it's flanked by our Retribution-class Battleship/Cruisers."

Sasha let out a low whistle as the others looked at it in awe "Damn… those things are almost as big as a Ha'tak Mothership!"

"Trust me, when we get our FTL working, we will be more than willing to send a couple Retribution-class ships to your planet to help with defending it," Kira said, leaning against the rail to look over the small fleet. "Not to mention the amount of damage our ships can dish out."

"Two Ha'tak took a naquadah-enhanced nuke to the face." Colonel Pinkerton informed. "Their shields are VERY tough."

"A single nuke?" Kira asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A 100-megaton nuke. Each. It took C4 from inside and disabling the shields to blow up both ships."

"Ok, what team did that and how?" The founder of Fenrir questioned, actually sounding impressed.

"SG-1. And there was a gate on board. Long story short, they gated on board for what amounted to a suicide mission and escaped on two gliders."

"Well, good news is, we have our own nuke repelling shielding, Lightwave Barriers and Positron Reflectors are very useful," Kira assured. "But, this is just one stop, our next stop is the live demonstration of mobile suit combat."

Before Jaden could geek out, the sound of something clicking on stopped him before SG-24 looked at 21's commander, holding a snake-like weapon. "Calm your shit, or I will zat you. I've got the Colonel O'Neill seal of approval to keep you from pulling a Daniel Jackson-Heliopolis."

"...what was a completely different situation, sir." Jaden defended.

"Yeah, but we don't want you running around like a fucking man-child in front of our could-be allies, Idiot." Adam retorted, slapping him in the back of the head again, which of course shut Jaden up - albet with Sasha shooting a glare at Adam once again.

"Thank you. Though if he does it again-" Ron tossed him the zat'nik'tel. "Zat him. Just try not to press the trigger twice. I'd like to end this tour without bodily harm."

Adam chuckled darkly, glaring at Jaden "With pleasure, Colonel… " he said, as Jaden went back to the back of the group.

Kira glanced at the weapon in question. "What's so bad about the second shot?"

"It kills. Period. First stuns, third vaporizes. Jaffa, human, it doesn't matter. You get hit with that second shot, you better have a sarcophagus standing by."

"That's a pretty handy weapon then," Kira commented as she led them along a hallway with a window overlooking the shipyard. "A taser without the cables."

"Not as handy as the sarcophagus. That thing brings you back from the dead, though repeated use kinda...drives you crazy. Case in point: an old guy who killed a Goa'uld. Kept himself alive for over 1000 years, but-"

"Is there a mission report you HAVEN'T read, Colonel?" Cipher asked dryly.

Ron looked up, thinking. "Not really. There's a blank spot in year three, but no one wants to talk about it."

Kira led them into a vaguely bridge like room where several techs were at work on computers with a trio of large monitors being set up on the walls, one of them showing an arena like area while the two flanking ones each looked to be a perspective camera on a pair of white mobile suits with red highlights and 'V' shaped crests that were staring each other down, in the corner of each one was a person in what looked to be a near skintight black suit with a clear visor, showing their feminine faces. "Asagi, Juri, are you ready?" Kira questioned as she stepped to the center of the room.

"Ready!" the two obvious pilots reported over the radio.

"Alright, standard sparing protocols, paint rounds only with the beam sabers toned down," Kira announced. "Begin combat."

Jaden worked his way back to the front, as he watched as the two mobile suits drew their beam sabers, and then their thrusters flared to life, and charged at one another, as the first one swung their beam saber down as the second one moved theirs in a defensive blocking motion, catching the opponent's sword as they locked. The second then used its free hand to punch the other MS in the face, knocking it back a bit as the second machine went on the offensive - swinging their laser sword at the enemy in an amazing show of speed, as the opposing MS batted away the strikes one after another like a well trained swordsman.

"Amazing..." Cipher muttered in awe, "So large, yet... They move so fluidly like actual human bodies..."

"One of the Mobile Suits biggest selling points," Kira agreed. "They're capable of doing whatever an infantry is capable of, plus more."

Jaden's eyes were glued to the sight, watching as the two machines continued to duel it out in a mixture of martial arts and swordplay. 'I want one SO bad...'

"They're too big to be useful."

"Excuse me?" Kira questioned

"They're too big. You can't get them through the gate to be useful in an engagement. You'd have to dismantle them and put them together on the other end. Sure, they might be useful here, but if you can't get it through the gate for use on a tactical engagement..."

"You're just complaining that they didn't build all of their tech around the Stargate." Jaden muttered, his eyes never leaving the two dueling mobile suits. "Stargates aren't the only way to get around you know - we were just talking about FTL-capable ships a few minutes ago. I mean look at them! Have a few dozen of these things and their ships around earth at all times, the Goa'uld will think twice before trying to attack earth again!"

"I have to think tactically. If I can't use it five minutes after I get it through the gate-"

"You've made your point, Colonel, but that can be solved with some time and a bit of R&D. I don't think you can drive a tank through the gate, can you?"

"It would be helpful, ma'dam, but no. We can fit a fifty cal to a MALP, though."

"Which I think it should have at all times… " Adam muttered. "It'd be nice to have a .50 equipped Probe with SG teams at all times… "

Anderson made a visible motion of hefting his Squad Automatic Weapon.

"Hmmm… have you ever built a smaller one?" Jaden asked, gaining some attention. "I mean… I like them the way they are, but Colonel Pinkerton does have a bit of a point. If you have smaller ones, say…. 8 meters or so in height, it could fit through a gate... Or maybe like a modular unit, one that can separate into a size that fits through a gate, and reassemble on the other side within 5 minutes?"

"We may have something, but it's still in its testing phase," Kira informed. "The small units are possible, but we can only keep them active for a very limited amount of time due to the power needed to operate a mobile suit."

"Well, maybe a Naquadah Reactor could be used?" Jaden suggested. "As you saw, they can be built pretty small, if they can be fitted on fighters, an 8 meter MS should be easy… course I can't say for sure without asking to see one of these machines more in detail," He glanced at Adam, whose finger was hovering over the zat just waiting for an excuse to shoot him. "...but I leave that decision up to you, of course."

"We have plenty of testing to put the reactor through before we commit it to anything," Kira said with a piercing look. "It's not as simple as slapping it in and sticking it with spit, one little power spike at the wrong time and I'm out a pilot and a very expensive machine."

"Of course," Jaden nodded, "Though if you need any more info or help dealing with the Naquadah, feel free to ask us."

"We prefer finding things out for ourselves," Kira informed. "We find that looking at what others have discovered limits what you can do."

"Fair enough." Cipher nodded, before looking back at the simulated battle in progress. "But regardless, once General Hammond learns about these mobile suits, he'll definitely want a few for Stargate Command."

"Well, that's the entire point for this meeting, to show you what we have to offer," Kira informed with a grin. "Not only are our mobile suits top of the line, but our Marines and Commandos are some of the best as well."

"We'll have to give you a GDO or two. Don't want you splatting against the iris." SG-24 gave 21's commander a glare. "What? We've had jaffa slam themselves against the iris back on Earth and die. Bugs and a windshield."

"You have something covering your stargate?" Kira questioned curiously.

"Titanium/trinium iris, less then a nanometer from the event horizon of the gate, since we lost the other one to that cursed black hole known as P3W-451."

"Well, that's an interesting solution," Kira mused contemplatively. "We'll have to look into that."

"We'll get you set up with one. Keeps uninvited guests from coming in. Although it's not perfect, it does the job."

"Like?"

"Particle beam nearly melted it a couple of years ago. Course, we had a Goa'uld who wanted a snake we had in custody. Doesn't really matter. Works well enough to keep solid matter from getting through."

"Hmm, interesting, although I think our current security feature should be able to hold up," she said as she typed a few keys to bring up a small video of a yellow-green looking orb. "This is the Armor Lumiere Shielding System, we have one hooked to an independent and protected powersource, it'll activate within seconds when needed."

"So it's like an energy shield iris… " Jaden said, looking at the video. "Hate to be a Goa'uld and hit that…"

"The Goa'uld and Tok'ra have force shield technology."

"Which is reverse engineered from Ancient force field tech. This isn't."

The emphasis on 'Ancient' intrigued Kira. "Ancient?"

"The gatebuilders." Ron clarified. "Probably the most advanced race EVER. Of all time. The Goa'uld, Asgard, even some of our other allies have got NOTHING on them. I mean, they built the stargates. Top that."

"It is kinda… impossible." Jaden shrugged, "They've built Stargates that go to entirely different galaxies, I don't think anyone could top something like that."

"And how do you know the Ancients were the gatebuilders?" Kira asked.

"Colonel O'Neill had the knowledge base of the Ancients downloaded into his brain. Had a massive list of gate addresses, a DHD repair guide and a device that allowed us to dial the Asgard homeworld, who confirmed the Ancients' complete and total badass mastery of technology. And yes, your planet was on that list; we designated it P7U-337."

Kira hummed in response. "Do you know how Colonel O'Neil received this knowledge?" she questioned.

"According to the report, he got his head sucked by a repository of knowledge. If you're going to ask for the address, don't bother."

"Why not?"

"The damn thing ran out of power as soon as it sucked his brains out. Figuratively speaking, of course. It's been three years, and we still haven't figured out how to recharge the damn thing. Of course, when it practically fries your brain and makes you speak ancient, who would want to try?"

Kira waved her hand dismissively. "Not what I wanted to do," she informed. "It just sounded similar to something we found on one of the planets within this system…"

"Huh?" Jaden asked, "You found dormant ancient technology here before the Stargate activated?"

"Not sure if it's Ancient or not," Kira admitted with a shrug. "But it does hold a large amount of information though."

"Get me and Jaden to look at it and we can confirm it. We've seen that thing in enough photos to ID it. But I'm not sticking my head in it. And neither are you."

"Nor would I want to." Jaden said, "O'Neill nearly died doing that last time I read the report."

"That will be something to be concluded on the negotiation table," Kira said pointedly. "Do you really think we're just going to hand over absolutely everything?"

"Hence the no head-sucking. We'll ID it, then we'll back the fuck off. THe farther I am from those head-suckers, the better. Though you can shove your head in it if you like. We can have the Asgard standing by to keep you from dying."

Kira turned to face them fully, her eyes hard as she held her hands behind her. "I said, it will wait until the negotiation table," she informed them coldly, showing for all her kindness, she was the leader of a large Private Military Company. "If you have issue with that, you will be escorted back out of the 'gate."

Cipher rose his hand before Ron could reply. "Sorry Miss Yamato, we understand," he informed. "Colonel Pinkerton can be paranoid - with good reason, mind you. Any technology remotely connected to the Ancients tends to be dangerous in the wrong hands. "

Kira locked her eyes with him. "That is the entire reason Fenrir exists," she stated plainly, before turning her eyes to the Colonel's. "I would suggest you remember, we are not your subordinates, and this organization does not answer to yours."

"Crystal, Ma'am." Cipher nodded, "SG-1 exists for that reason too, and I hope we can work together after the negotiations."

Kira's posture relaxed slightly as she nodded. "So do I," she agreed. "Now then, if you will follow me, I will be showing you to one of our manufacturing plants, standard munitions and stuff, we can't give you all of our secrets after all."

"Of course." Cipher said, before Kira's communicator began to beep, and answered it.

"Kira, go."

"Ma'am, the… Gate? It's doing weird things!"

Cipher's own radio beeped, and he answered, "What is it?"

"We've got company! The Stargate's lighting up!"

"Get your person out of there," Kira told the captain. "She does not want to be near the stargate when our mobile suit fires its weapon, it tends to ricochet."

"Tanya, get the hell out of there. NOW. That gun's got the tendency to bounce like a 75 against a Tiger's armor!"

"Fuck that, boss! I'm out of here!"

"Clear the room: farther the better!"

Kira brought up a series of cameras that were all pointed at the 'Gate, tuning in just as Tanya left the room. "Weapons free, Black-Two, whatever steps through if it is hostile it is to die," she ordered.

"Understood boss," the pilot confirmed as the mobile suit leveled its weapon at the gate as the final chevron locked in and the wormhole activated.

"If you have a weak stomach, don't watch," Kira advised as the first Jaffa walked through.

Rick Morrison, also known by his callsign Black-Two, of Black Squadron, gripped the controls of his custom Dagger unit, his weapon pointed steadily down at the 'gate as he waited for the first to step through.

There was a reason this weapon was chosen to act as the first 'defense' for the 'gate, the anti-personnel weapon AP-X11, or as the marines called it, the 'Mulcher'. Based off of the shotgun used by infantry, the 'Mulcher' fires more than a thousand tungsten pellets in a single shell in a wide area, more than living up to its nickname as any infantry unit caught in the blast was nearly unrecognizable.

Then, a group stepped through, armed with staff like weapons and an impressive discipline that lasted right up until they took in the sight of his Dagger. "Ma'am?" he called out over the radio.

"Like I said, Black-Two, weapons free," his boss confirmed.

"Rodger that, firing," with that, he pulled the trigger, launching a mass of pellets the group, ripping through their chainmail looking armor, turning many of them to the fresh consistency of pulp as the pellets richoched off the floor, a good number even bouncing through the 'gate as a second group emerged, prompting Rick to cycle the shells, the used one popping out of the chamber and landing on the ground with a grim sounding 'thunk'.

"I'd like to see closeups of the Jaffa's foreheads if possible, ma'dam."

"And why is that?" Kira questioned, not taking her eyes off the spectacle on the screen as the second squad was slaughter in an equally brutal fashion, one of the enemy combatants actually disciplined enough to get off a shot, leaving a score on the Dagger's beam resistant visor.

"To figure out who sent them. And if they'll be vengeful enough to go and send a ship despite losing the scout force. We've seen Goa'uld System Lords send a force by ship: Apophis tried to attack Earth-"

"As you've said before. I'll get the closeups when and if it's possible." Kira replied, unfazed by the slaughter going on, another squad was slaughtered before the gate shut down, leaving a bloody mess and ruined weaponry. "As you can see, our Marines call that particular weapon the 'Mulcher' for a good reason."

"Leaves nothing intact. Sucks to be the guys on the other end of the shotgun. It might suck to be YOU, though, if those Jaffa served a Goa'uld who wouldn't care if he lost the Jaffa scout force going through the gate."

"You seem sure we would be in trouble." Kira stated plainly.

"The Tollan thought they would be safe from the Goa'uld until their weapons became useless. I have reason to be worried."

Kira turned to him, her gaze locking with his as she stared. "With all due respect, that is only the first line of defense," she stated plainly. "We are not so arrogant that we will go around relying on a single defensive line."

"When dealing with the Goa'uld, you can never be too paranoid. Especially the one that wiped out the Tollan. We have no idea who it was, but they destroyed the most advanced human civilization we know of in a matter of hours." That explained the Colonel's paranoia. He feared that the Goa'uld who wiped out one of their allies would come here.

His fears were almost baseless, but as he said, with the Goa'uld, there was no way to know.

Kira met his gaze unflinchingly. "Trust me when I say, you have not seen what we are capable of," she told him, she looked at the screen. "Looks like the best close-up we can get is half a skull."

"If you've got gun cameras, that would help. A few Jaffa were looking into the 'eyes' of your machine."

"And that would give clear shots of their foreheads. Why the forehead?" Kira questioned with a raised eyebrow as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Each Goa'uld marks their Jaffa uniquely: Ra's had the wadjet eye, you've seen Apophis' mark if you saw Teal'c, Heru'ur's was a bird; you get the idea."

"Black-Two, bring up video feed, mark 3.2," she called out, the feed flickering for a second before pulling up a shot of the shocked Jaffa as they stared at the mobile suit in awe. "Zoom in on the leader's forehead."

The black mark became more and more clear as it closed in, forming a rough shape made of four interconnected triangles. "Zipacna. Well, this could be a problem: he's an underlord that worked for Apophis, though we don't know who he's working for now. Might be working with Tanith with his master, who destroyed Tollana."

"Very well," Kira nodded. "We'll be on the lookout then, shall we continue the tour?"

"Yes… " Cipher said, looking at the video feed once more, "Lets… "

The brown haired woman before them smiled once again and turned on her heel and led them back out into the Colony's interior.

"Giant… Robots." General Hammond asked, looking at the SG teams in front of him, after returning from the Fenrir Gate. "Is this a joke?"

"No sir!" Jaden explained, doing his best to not act giddy in front of the General. "We saw it ourselves, they use giant 18 meter tall mecha to fight equipped with beam weapons and all sorts of other weapons. And they're going to give us one of their advance fighters that has beam weaponry installed as a gift of good faith."

"Can we replicate their weaponry?"

"Area 51's been given every staff weapon we've ever recovered from the Goa'uld, and we're still a while from viable usage." Ron spoke up, "A human designed DEW would make matters easier, and it would give the 302 a better weapon than a '61A2 Vulcan." Hammond had to agree with Pinkerton: the X-302's production model would be equipped with the best weapons Earth could produce. If they had something better then ma'tok staff cannons, all the better.

"What else do we know about their robots, these… Mobile Suits?" Hammond asked.

"They are exceptionally agile from what we've been shown in a live demonstration." Jaden informed, "And very adequately armed, since a Goa'uld team attempted to pass through the gate while we were there, however they used a mobile suit equipped with an anti-infantry MS-sized Shotgun to turn them into confetti."

"A little brutal."

"They don't have an iris, sir. Once we've got normalized relations with them, we should be able to provide them the more...passive way of dealing with unwanted visitors coming through the gate."

The General had the feeling Pinkerton would be more interested in watching enemy soldiers impact the iris instead of seeing them get spattered across the floor by an oversized shotgun. Then again, with the iris, all you had to do was keep it closed.

"Well… Captain?" Hammond looked at Cipher "What do you think?"

"Sir… out of all the civilizations we've met so far, they're offering us a lot more in the form of help than any other race we've made contact with." Cipher admitted, "For a price of course, since they are still a mercenary organization… but I believe it's in Earth's best interests to try and work something out with them."

"They might also be able to deal with a bug problem. They've got antimatter weaponry, and the Asgard might want to take a look at it."

"You believe that it can deal with the Replicators, Colonel?"

"General, not to make you sound foolish, but it's antimatter. Replicators are made of solid matter. Matter and antimatter never mix properly. They ALWAYS destroy one another. Even if they gain some energy from it, the positron particles will destroy the blocks."

The General thought about it, before he nodded "Alright, I'll have a team head to K'Tau, get in contact with the Asgard Council. Dismissed."

END CHAPTER

DKR: Welp, here's the first chapter for a Gundam SEED/SG-1 crossover, with hopefully more to come, so say hello fellow writers.

Ron the True Fan: Actually, this is technically a Life of a Mercenary/SG-1 crossover. (gets glares) Don't give me that look; I told you that when we started!

117Jorn: It's still Gundam SEED, so yeah. Anyways, glad to be doing an SG-1 fic finally!

Takeshi Yamato: Definitely going to be interesting, especially given the nature of LoaM, and what they're involved in… might be just references, might be a true triple crossover. Whichever the case, you'll just have to read and see what happens. :) (Ron: And all you're doing is proving my point...)

DKR: Welp that's all for now, see ya guys next chapter

Model Number: A/SF-100
Codename: Arrowhead
Unit Type: Air/Space Superiority Fighter
Powerplant: Ultracompact Energy Battery
Manufacture: Fenrir Military Manufacturing
Operator(s): Tau'ri
Equipment and Design Features:
Vertical Takeoff and Landing Thrusters
Missile Hardpoints
Universal Booster Hardpoints
Fixed Armament:
4x fire-linked 50mm autocannons
Single barreled 55mm Beam Cannon
Mounted on turret
Optional Armaments:
Can mount different missiles on the missile hardpoints
Pilot(s): Many
Appearance: Looks like a slimmed down Delta Wing fighter jet, shaped like a slimmed down arrowhead.
Info: A snub fighter designed by Fenrir for deployment through Stargates as air support for offworld SG teams. Based off of Fenrir's Exceed snubfighter, given to the Tau'ri as a gesture of good faith, giving them access to Ultracompact Energy Batteries and beam weaponry.