4: Thundergate
by Chaos_eternus
The six members of RSG-1 strode into the briefing room behind Colonel O'Neill, glad that they would finally be getting their first real mission after a month of training missions, even if it was a support mission for SG-1. Colonel Pierce was first, a ten year veteran of the SAS, Pierce had more blank spots or classified notices in her record then anything else. Pierce was followed by Major Williams, an SBS marksman with a laconic nature, Williams didn't say much, but when he did you listened. Major Tobias came next, another SAS veteran, Tobias was the team medic and was often teased about her small size.
Captain Pickstock was the brains of the team, a small dark skinned Marine; Pickstock had BSC's in Chemistry and Astrophysics. Captain Brown came fifth, the teams explosives expert, Brown was on special detachment from the 11 th EOD (Explosives Ordinance Disposal), and had spent 4 years in Northern Ireland in which he had successfully deactivated 67 terrorist bombs. Finally came Colour Sergeant Jolly “Pirate” Rogerson, Pirate could be trusted 110% in combat, but had never been promoted beyond Colour Sergeant due to his tendency to get caught with the wives of highly ranked officers, and on a least two occasions, their daughters.
To put it mildly, there was a lot of speculation as to how he had managed to get such a plum post, not all of it pleasant.
The team sat down quickly at General Hammond's gesture, faces impassive as they caught the assessing, curious gazes of the waiting SG-1.
The General glanced once around the room, making his own assessment of each warrior present for a moment, before he started, “5 hours ago we received word from the Tok'ra that SG-11 has been captured by a group of hostile Unas on PC-49X, and they are now being held to ransom for guns and ammunition. Your job is to retrieve SG-11, with as few casualties as possible.”
“How many Unas are we talking about?” Pirate asked.
“At least 70, all using staff weapons and Zats, all of which are reported to be battered and not well maintained,” Hammond noted, “its probable they have been either forgotten by the Goa'uld or abandoned.”
“Any sign of Goa'uld?”
“The Unas are camped in an old temple which appears to bear the markings off Osiris” Daniel replied, “but it doesn't appear to have been maintained in centuries, as far as I can tell from the UAV images”
“Any former HRT on base?” Pickstock spoke, turning to face Hammond.
“Both are off-world and not able to be recalled,”
“Civilian presence?”
“We haven't spotted any,” Daniel replied once more, “but that's not particularly rare. They could be further from the gate then our recon probe could investigate or well hidden.”
“Any further questions?” Hammond glanced around at the members of SG-1 and RSG-1, “You have a go, depart 0600”
The two teams walked quickly into the gateroom, SG-1 confident, joking and assured but whilst RSG-1 were already used to the gate from their off-world training missions this would however be their first real mission, and they were nervous and quiet.
Brown noticed this, and decided something had to be done.
“So, ah O'Neill, when you were touched, how long did it take anyone to notice?” she asked a teasing glint in his eye.
“Captain Brown” O'Neill started to say but was interrupted by Carter;
“About a week, why?”
“Carter?” O'Neill replied menacingly.
“Of course, we noticed Daniel straight away, the nurses especially keep a close eye” Carter paused, then added in a rush “on his health, of course”
Brown raised an eyebrow archly, took one look at the blushing Daniel Jackson, and chuckled, joined by her team.
“Oh, chase the ladies do you Daniel?”
“Is there a lighthouse in here? Oh, sorry that's you DJ.”
O'Neill smothered a chuckle, as the gate opened with a whoosh of energy.
“Enough teasing people, Yellow brick roads open, let's go.”