Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1, Atlantis, Universe and all other Stargate related names belong to MGM. The characters that I created however are mine. Anything or anyone that happens to exist in the real world is purely coincidental.

Author's Note: First things first: This is my first major multi-chapter story that I'm posting here on FanFiction that is based on Stargate SG-1. So if you see any errors, those are just rookie mistakes, so you'll have to forgive me on those.

Now on to brass tacks: In September of 2011, I was coming up with an idea for a Post-Series Stargate SG-1/Atlantis/Universe world and Stargate International was finally created. From the get go, I didn't want to make SG-1 the primary focus.

Yeah, so sue me if that wasn't where you wanted me to go.

If you don't like it, then no one is forcing you to read it…unless you are being forced, in which case I apologize (that last part was joke by the way).

We've had 10+ incredible years to be with these characters and their adventures. But this time, they aren't the main focus. Instead, they will be, more or less, secondary characters but they still will have a rather large role.

The story of Stargate International instead revolves around, as the name suggests, a recently created SG team, SG-26, comprised of members from foreign nations. In this case the nations of the Russian Federation, United Kingdom, Canada and the Kingdom of Spain. Think of it as Rainbow Six meets Stargate SG-1 but with a larger twist. Now again, if you don't like this idea, you don't have to read this.

Another important thing I should mention is that since these characters are from foreign countries that don't speak english, they would sometimes say words or phrases in their native languages. So if you something like this: "Tovarishch!" and then 'Comrades'. That second part is obviously the translation and not part of the actual dialouge.

As mentioned before, the story is about SG-26, not SG-1, and several story and character arks that are set between 2012 and 2013, five to six years following 'Unending', the final episode of Stargate SG-1.

But I'm stretching this note too far...

So Happy Reading and don't forget…your reviews are appreciated. It is the only way to make this story better.

Chapter 1: Breaching Trust

P5R-947

11:31 P.M

In the dead of night, four SG members find themselves running through the thick forest of a distant world, light-years away from Earth. Behind this team, a cloud of bullets sped towards them. The heavy breathing and sweat could be felt, as their stamina gradually diminished. The commander, a woman, ordered one of the members to dial the gate once the reached it.

"You got it mate!" One of the members said, firing his Berretta Mx4 Storm sub-machine gun behind him, towards the hidden enemy.

Upon reaching the Stargate, the remaining three members took position to protect the dialer. The woman aimed her AK-200 at the path they had traversed and fired three shots to keep the oncoming enemy from approaching them. Another member was in the prone position, firing his M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle where the woman was also firing at. A third member, also a woman, was wearing night-vision goggles as she fired her C7A2 Carbine.

"'Miles'!" The commander yelled at the dialer. "Why is the Stargate not activated?"

The member, whose callsign is 'Miles', spat at the ground before resuming the dialing.

"You try finding the symbols while under fire," He said. "Then placing them in the right order!"

A bullet flew close by, nearly impacting his head.

After two long minutes, 'Miles' finally pressed the center stone and the kawhoosh from the Stargate blew forward before receding.

"The gate is open!" The woman with the NVG exclaimed.

"Send in the code!" The commander yelled, replacing her empty magazine with a fresh one while she stood behind a tree for cover.

The woman with the NVG pulled up her jacket's left sleeve which revealed the GDO. After less than five seconds of punching in the IDC, she gave a thumb up to her commander, who nodded.

"'Miles'," She yelled to the dialer.

"Yeah, yeah," 'Miles' replied. "I'm going through,"

He sprinted across the clearing towards the gate. After quickly stepping up the steps, 'Miles' ran through the blue event horizon and disappeared.

"'Miles' clear, LTC," The man with the M27, 'Ace', said.

"'Love', you're next," The Commander said to the other woman.

"Yes, Ma'am, see you back on Earth," She said before sprinting towards the gate.

The remaining two soldiers covered the woman's retreat before she too crossed through the portal.

"Go 'Ace'," The commander said, emptying another magazine.

"But 'Nate'," The remaining member tried to argue.

"Ubiraĭsya ot suda, Sergeant!" 'Get out of here!' The commander yelled, replacing her empty magazine. "I'll cover your escape,"

'Ace' nodded and stood up. After shooting another set of bullets against the pursuers, he retreated through the gate.

The commander was all that was left. She quickly turned around on her heels and ran for the gate. As she passed the DHD, three stray bullets penetrated her right shoulder, arm and left leg. The commander yelled in pain as momentum pushed her forward onto the ground, dropping her assault rifle. After hitting the dirt, she looked up to find the gate shutdown. At that moment, she felt as if she was defeated and left behind. After a moment, she found herself surrounded by the enemy, all of which had trained their weapons on the commander.

"So, the others made it through," A voice asked behind the woman.

"Yes sir," Another replied.

"No matter," The first voice remarked. "We still have their leader,"

Slipping her hand into her secondary holster, the commander pulled out a Makarov 9mm pistol. Quickly rolling over onto her back, she aimed the weapon at the origin of the voice. Before she could fire however, she was shot with a zat'nik'tel, stunning her. The commander felt herself become paralyzed as she dropped her pistol.

"A sneaky one too," The first voice commented.

After the enemy began to drag the commander back through the forest, she thought back to how this all began and why it had to be her…light-years from home.

5 Months Earlier…

Moscow, Russia, Earth

01:00 A.M

Five months earlier, the snow had been falling from the heavens for constant hours back in the Russian capital, causing traffic hazards and snow plows to be hard at work. At the time, the commander never would have imagined that going to other worlds would have been commonplace. No, five months earlier, the commander had been more concentrated on finding terrorists and criminals who had stolen sensitive information from an FSB storage warehouse.

Theft couldn't begin to describe what had happened. A break in at the FSB facility left three good Russians dead and civilian bystanders wounded. The Kremlin seemed to have known who was behind it, yet they haven't bothered to enlighten the team, who would be brining them to justice...that would include the commander herself. The FSB and local police managed to locate the safehouse that held the sensitive information as well as the men responsible. The Kremlin, however, did not want civilian agencies involved in the take down, so they sent the best they had. There were rumors among the Special Forces community that aliens, something about a Trust, might have been involved. In fact, the word Trust had been thrown around quite often. Of course, no one believed in such nonsense. Yet it still had not deterred any discomfort among the team.

34 years of age, 16 of which were spent in service to her country, the commander, Lieutenant Colonel Natasha Alexeyeva, still held onto her Kalashnikov as if she was still a fresh recruit, barely holding on as the road became bumpy.

"Sergeant," She said to her subordinate at the other side of the moving van.

"Yes Podpolkovnik?" Sergeant Sergei Balashov asked.

Alexeyeva looked at the rest of her team.

"Remember the plan," She told them.

"Understood Ma'am," Balashov replied.

A pot hole caused the van to jump and the Lieutenant Colonel to shoot a glance at the driver.

"Hey," She began. "I'm not walking home today,"

The driver waved his hand in acknowledgement. The woman sat back into the wall of the van and sighed.

"Tired?" Balashov asked.

The Lieutenant Colonel shrugged.

"It's one in the morning, Balashov, of course I'm tired," She answered.

"I was just asking," Balashov replied as the van stopped.

"Here we are," The driver announced.

Two of Alexeyeva's men opened the back doors and the four Special Forces operatives disembarked. They all remembered their plans. Praporshchik Boris Vitsin and Sergeant Gregory Banin were to take the rooftop and prepare for repelling into the windows of the safehouse in the apartment. Alexeyeva and Balashov were to breach the front door and assault anyone on the inside.

"No Survivors..." Alexeyeva remembered reading those final two words that were part of her orders.

As much used to killing as she was already…she could never come to terms that she had already killed before.

Within the shadows, the team moved quickly and quietly, unnoticed by those who were busy with the flashing lights of local law enforcement and the media.

"So what if it's true?" Vitsin asked.

"About what?" Banin replied.

"You know…the aliens,"

"Oh shut up," Balashov commented.

"I mean it, what if we've been invaded?"

"The only aliens anyone has to worry about are illegal aliens and, to be honest, that's the Americans' problem,"

"Speaking of which, I also heard that they…" Vitsin was cut off.

"All of you quite," Alexeyeva intruded. "I don't want any more of this Alien garbage, you hear me?"

Everyone nodded.

The Lieutenant Colonel signaled Vitsin and Banin, whom would be climbing onto the roof, while she signaled Balashov to follow her instead.

The climb was not the challenge the team was to expect, once the Lieutenant Colonel and the Sergeant were on the floor they needed to be. Resistance was to be felt beyond breaching the door. Through the window, the female solider slipped past before being followed by her partner. Bringing their weapons into their hands, the two slowly advanced down the hall towards the target room.

"We're on the roof waiting for your order, Podpolkovnik," Vitsin radioed the Commander.

It was supposed to be simple: Go in, kill the enemy, extract Intel, and get out.

Alexeyeva and her team knew far better.

Balashov took out a snake cam from his vest and slid the lens under the door. After a brief examination, the Sergeant signaled to the Lieutenant Colonel that there were seven hostiles. She nodded and quietly armed her rifle. But before preparing to engage, the Sergeant placed his hand on the commander's rifle and shook his head. He meant that it was too close quarters for it. The Commander nodded and switched her weapon to a PP-2000. Also taking from his vest, the Sergeant pulled out a breaching charge and the two operatives placed the explosive onto the door. They stepped back before Alexeyeva gave the countdown.

A loud blast and the door were no longer there.

"Go, go, go!" The commander yelled.

The Sergeant took lead with his shotgun and the Commander in tow. Though blinded by the smoke, the commander could hear gunfire and what sounded like an electrical discharge as well as glass shattering, showing that the other two had made it inside. As she quickly dashed from room to room, from one smoke screen to another, Alexeyeva saw someone fly past her, a body that once belonged to the enemy. Distracted with what she witnessed, the commander heard a yell that originated from the Sergeant.

One of the blue energy lines struck him down and a hail of bullets flew towards the commander herself. She side rolled to a wall and kept her head downward. Throwing her hand that held her sub-machine gun, she blind fired the weapon. Of course she felt stupid for doing so, endangering her remaining men with this kind of manner. Then again…she did become reckless recently and she had no choice. It was either kill the enemy, and probably wound her own men…or risk loosing everyone, including herself.

The shooting stopped when her magazine had no more bullets. Dropping her PP-2000, the Lieutenant Colonel proceeded to pull out her MP-443 Grach sidearm knowing that the Kalashnikov was too much for close-quarters.

Going around the wall that protected her, through the smoke, Alexeyeva slowly advanced in a crouching position through the apartment.

Keeping the pistol close to her chest, the Lieutenant Colonel stood up and passed the entrance into the next room. Upon entering, she was met with a fist to the face. The blow knocked her off her feet and she fell on her back. Dazed, the Lieutenant Colonel tried to get back up but was lifted by the throat. The commando could feel her life slipping away as her sight slowly dimmed. Before her eyesight completely blacked out, she saw her attacker…his eyes briefly glowed.

With what little strength left, Sergeant Balashov pulled out his sidearm and fired his entire clip into the foe that was choking his commander. Once the enemy had fallen, so had the sergeant's arm that held the pistol and two lives ended. The rooms were littered with dirt, shrapnel and glass. Once the smoke had cleared…nearly every single person in that apartment died…or were struggling to survive.

Alexeyeva struggled to breathe when she woke up. Coughing and wheezing, the woman nearly collapsed when she tried to stand. The Lieutenant Colonel limped towards her grounded comrade, a natural reflex. She knelt down and pressed two of her fingers over the Sergeant's neck to check his pulse. She sighed in relief for he was still alive. When she looked at the other two, however, their torn bodies lay silently on the floor, covering the broken glass and pools of blood. The opposition, too, were dead.

A quiet beeping sound, clicking on interval, could not escape the Lieutenant Colonel's earshot. She turned her head to the bed and approached. There she found a suitcase. After a short debate of whether or not to open it, Alexeyeva reluctantly flipped up the clips and raised the casing. There she found what appeared to be a bomb. She could not tell. It was unlike anything she had seen before. It was a sphere shaped device with a medium tint of gray. On top of the sphere, strange symbols were being lit up and then dimmed as a light circled around the center of the top base of the device. Half of the symbols, however, were already a solid color.

The Lieutenant Colonel knew that most bombs were the same when it came to the detonator. This was on a timer and there was little time left, at most of three minutes. She quickly ran back to the incapacitated Sergeant. She knelt down and grabbed him by his vest. She began to drag him behind her, out of the room. When she returned to their entry point, the window, she found that the ropes were still there. Just before she began attaching her unconscious comrade to one of the ropes, the Sergeant regained conscious.

"Podpolkovnik," He began.

"There's no time to explain," The Commander replied. "We must get out of here…"

The two began to hook up to the ropes and prepare to go back down. Then they both heard a long ping. The Lieutenant Colonel realized then and there that time was up.

"JUMP!" She yelled.

The two soldiers let go of their ropes as an orange blast burst through the window.

The blast threw the Lieutenant Colonel to the adjacent wall of another building, bashing her right arm. The two continued to fall. Thankfully, however, their fall was broken after they landed on a garbage dump, saving them from an impending fate. The impact nearly knocked out the Lieutenant Colonel when she landed on her back. Her vision began to blacken and blur as she saw lights approaching the alley. It was their van, driven by another member of the Lieutenant Colonel's team. He got out of the vehicle and quickly approached the other two.

"My god," He said. "What the hell happened up there?"

"I don't know," Sergeant Balashov replied, standing up from the dump.

Sirens could be heard approaching the building.

"But we must go now,"

The driver nodded.

"Is the Podpolkovnik alright," He asked.

The Sergeant quickly turned around to find his unconscious, half buried commander in the garbage dump.

"Chyort!" The Sergeant breathed. Damn.

He quickly waded his way through the garbage to reach his leader. He nearly chocked on his own breath when he saw how bloody her face was. Cuts and mild burns were everywhere, leaving streams of blood drooling down her forehead, cheeks and chin. Yet despite this, the Sergeant found, she seemed at peace. He picked her up and carried her in his arms.

"Help me get her inside," The Sergeant said to the other.

They gently placed the Lieutenant Colonel into the van. The Sergeant sat next to her while the driver got back behind the wheel.

"We need to head to the hospital, immediately!" The Sergeant said to the driver.

"The hell we are," The driver said. "We got to return to Headquarters and report back, they will take care of her."

The Sergeant said nothing, unsure of what was to happen.