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Terra's destiny: Prelude to war (XCOM/Stargate)

AllenWalker

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Chapter 1
"The cost of live of last months Chicago and Peking attacks is estimated to lay in the tens of thousands. Additionally damage to the energy grid saw state wide blackouts in Idaho and Utah. After the energy supply had been reinstated, hundreds were reported missing. Following this event President Lawdon decided to include local militia forces to local police units while reinforcing the nation wide martial la-"

The channel was changed.

"Today Brigadier General Theresia Von Strache will be rewarded the Knights Cross of the Iron Cross for her bravery and decisiveness during the Frankfurt attack that resulted in thousands of lives saved. She will be the first German to be awarded this medal since the end of the Second World War. Sources claim that she will receive the Medal together with a promotion to regional commander of the Ruhr, from Chancellor Schröder himself. Furth-"

A sudden flash in the night sky distracted Jack from the news about some german general being awarded.

Peering into his telescope, he quickly observed the event. What he saw made him violently curse.

Jumping up from his hobby, he darted over to his desk to snatch his walky-talky. It could be nothing theoretically, but he was not relying on the universe granting them a good day. It never did.

He quickly pressed the alarm button before speaking into his radio.

"Jim!" "Jack? What's the matter?"

"They're coming Jim! Gather the boys and get the women and children somewhere safe!"

"Are you sure? This is the third this week you've given an alarm, and so far they've been a no show."

"Damnit Jim! I'm not kidding, we have at most ten minutes ti-"

The sudden roar of distant explosions, most likely originating from the AA batteries up north, interrupted their conversation.

"I'm getting the boys."

Jack cut the transmission and whipped around, not content on wasting any more time.

Leaping down the stairs, he ran to his weapons box and ripped it open.

Inside was an AR-15, with a magazine already loaded. Piling in plenty of reserve mags into his backpack, he moved on and shoved two Glocks into his army belt together, with two large combat knifes.

Just six months ago such an arsenal would've earned him a police visit, but not anymore.

Darting to the desk in his living room, he snatched a spare satchel and stuffed six molotov cocktails he had readied for exactly this occasion.

The homemade ethanol and rag bombs weren't exactly frag grenades, but they were better than nothing.

The man smiled grimly while he slung the satchel over his backpack. What had worked against Ivan for the Finns would hopefully work for him as well.

Shoving a couple of additional Magazines for both his AR and his Glocks into his belt and pockets, he readied himself to move out.

If ET wanted either a piece of him, this town, or the far to few fish in his lake outside, they would need to first fight their way past him!
 
Chapter 1

AllenWalker

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Summary: Jack O'Neill was quietly enjoying his retirement, not being bothered by alien "gods" or alien civilizations needing his help. He was content with letting it be like this, but the universe had different ideas for the unknown war hero.

Chapter 1 "The cost of live of last months Chicago and Peking attacks is estimated to lay in the tens of thousands. Additionally damage to the energy grid saw state wide blackouts in Idaho and Utah. After the energy supply had been reinstated, hundreds were reported missing. Following this event President Lawdon decided to include local militia forces to local police units while reinforcing the nation wide martial la-"

The channel was changed.

"Today Brigadier General Theresia Von Strache will be rewarded the Knights Cross of the Iron Cross for her bravery and decisiveness during the Frankfurt attack that resulted in thousands of lives saved. She will be the first German to be awarded this medal since the end of the Second World War. Sources claim that she will receive the Medal together with a promotion to regional commander of the Ruhr, from Chancellor Schröder himself. Furth-"

A sudden flash in the night sky distracted Jack from the news about some german general being awarded.

Peering into his telescope, he quickly observed the event. What he saw made him violently curse. Jumping up from his hobby, he darted over to his desk to snatch his walky-talky.

It could be nothing theoretically, but he was not relying on the universe granting them a good day. It never did.

He quickly pressed the alarm button before speaking into his radio.

"Jim!" "Jack? What's the matter?" "They're coming Jim! Gather the boys and get the women and children somewhere safe!" "Are you sure? This is the third this week you've given an alarm, and so far they've been a no show." "Damnit Jim! I'm not kidding, we have at most ten minutes ti-" The sudden roar of distant explosions, most likely originating from the AA batteries up north, interrupted their conversation.

"I'm getting the boys." Jack cut the transmission and whipped around, not content on wasting any more time. Leaping down the stairs, he ran to his weapons box and ripped it open. Inside was an AR-15, with a magazine already loaded. Piling in plenty of reserve mags into his backpack, he moved on and shoved two Glocks into his army belt together, with two large combat knifes. Just six months ago such an arsenal would've earned him a police visit, but not anymore.

Darting to the desk in his living room, he snatched a spare satchel and stuffed six molotov cocktails he had readied for exactly this occasion. The homemade ethanol and rag bombs weren't exactly frag grenades, but they were better than nothing.

The man smiled grimly while he slung the satchel over his backpack. What had worked against Ivan for the Finns would hopefully work for him as well. Shoving a couple of additional Magazines for both his AR and his Glocks into his belt and pockets, he readied himself to move out. If ET wanted either a piece of him, this town, or the far to few fish in his lake outside, they would need to first fight their way past him!
 
Chapter 2

AllenWalker

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Chapter 2

Jack drove carefully down the street, going barely faster than walking speed.

He had put out all the lights, and had no desire to die in a car crash when an alien attack was potentially only minutes away.

He turned on the radio, now displaying the UFO raid alarm and was advising to flee villages and settlements without significant military presence.

He grimaced as he heard the familiar booms of aircraft moving in at supersonic speeds.

Above him, not more than five kilometers away, explosions were visible in the sky. Most likely from the Air Force engaging the threat. He had no illusions the planes, most likely F-15 or F-16s, were capable of destroying the UFOs.

Sure ,the usual propaganda in the news proclaimed the valor and bravery of American Pilots, but an old friend from the Air Force had told him just what a slaughter these battles were

. Most of the time, it was not America who emerged victorious. And if the rumors from abroad were true...

He had no time to think about that however. No time to think about the American soldiers that were probably being killed right now.

He couldn't do anything to change it anyway. He and Jim Blankwell, an old Vietnam veteran (for his age was still tough like old leather) had organized the local militia.

It'd been five years since this whole mess had started. Five years since people had suddenly started disappearing, or worse. But no one had at the time cared about that.

News like Germany, Italy and Japan rearming, acquiring their own arsenals of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons, the newly reformed Russia who had been diminishing it's armed forces, suddenly began mass drafts and the like had dominated the news.

That was until Delhi. The alien attack on Dehli changed everything; People across the world witnessed live on TV how city centers were set ablaze by plasma, news crews slaughtered by insect like beasts, inhuman military forces that wielded weapons that sliced through armor as if the tanks had been made out of butter.

And attacks like Dehli repeated themselves. Mexico city, Rio de Janeiro, London, Beijing, New York. Again and again.

After that, everything; industry, society, the economy, all of it truly changed. Across the nation gargantuan bunker systems were built, tunnels reaching from Chicago to Philadelphia, from Boston to Houston.

Uncountable tons of earth and stone from these very tunnels were used to pull up literal walls across the United States, as cities were turned into fortresses.

Meanwhile factories across the nation produced tanks, guns, and ammunition in quantities never before produced in history.

The output went into arming the tens of millions of men and women drafted into the military.

Everyone but the young and old were conscripted into either the armed forces or industry, and under those who weren't, such as the old and very young, often formed militia.

Here in Colorado Springs was no different. Jack was pulled out of his musing when a gas tanker suddenly stopped in front of his car.

Something on the road before him had moved.

Grabbing his AR, he opened the door and slipped on his night vision set. It looked vaguely human shaped-

He barely noticed the thing raising something that looked like a gun in his direction, and his instincts took over, throwing himself to his side.

That saved his life as only a second later, a barrage of green light shot passed by him, missing Jack only by some centimeters.

Not wasting a second, he immediately opened up on the bastard, pumping a stream of bullets into the alien as he fell.

Jack cursed as he landed on the hard asphalt of the street, but that didn't stop him from rolling over and immediately darting to the nearest cover, all while looking out for other shooters.

There were none. Taking aim at the creature, he emptied the rest of his magazine into the thing before running back to his car while fetching the walky talky from his vest.

"Jack what happened? We heard shots and-" "Jim I was attacked. Was probably an alien but it looked human." "How do ya know? Could've just been some loon."

"For one it had some kind of energy weapon." answered O'Neill, snatching a peek over his cover. "Aaaand two it's blood is currently melting the asphalt." "Fuck. So it's like the thing from Alien?" "Yeah, though I'm pretty sure that these aliens won't shove some eggs in your to have their young."

"Too bad. That what at least some of the boys could've finally gotten laid, hehe. Anyway we should better warn the rest of the..."

A sudden high pitched scream was followed by a crescendo of gunfire, ripping through the nights relative silence not far from Jack's location. Gunfire that abruptly stopped.

"That came from Bill's home!" Jim practically screamed trough the walky talky. Jack was already running. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Sprinting from cover to cover, the retired colonel reached the man's home in under five minutes.

Quickly assessing the situation, he saw neither friendlies nor hostiles in the area. That didn't mean they weren't there, he reminded himself.

Again taking his walky talky in hand, he tried to call Bill, but there was no response. Cursing under his breath, he looked left and right again before legging it over to the house.

Pushing the door open, he carefully entered the building and was greeted with a horrible stench. Blood was everywhere. The next mo

"JESEUS CHRIST!" screamed Jack, pulling the trigger on his assault rifle to spray bullets at whatever was racing towards him.

That didn't seem to particularly faze the unknown creature as it jumped onto Jack, throwing him on his back.

His world suddenly became horizontal and he could blankly feel a chitinous blade tear through his shoulder, the other raised in the air to swing down and crack open his skull.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Jack had his Glock already out when he'd been thrown down, and now raised it to shoot.

The heavy bullets hit the claw and what looked like an arm joint, while he jerked his head aside as fast as he could.

The claw barely missed his head, instead ripping a small part of his ear off. With his adrenaline surging, he barely noticed it.

Jack shot again, this time with both of his guns. He pumped bullets into it's stomach and chest, snarling in effort.

He seemed to hit something important as it jumped back. Dropping both the Glock and AR, his hands went down to his belt and draw his two huge combat knifes.

Screaming like a savage, Jack attacked it with reckless abandon, slashing and stabbing as fast and hard as he could.

It hit back with its nasty claws, hitting him in the leg and opening a swallow cut on his stomach.

But the insect was not fated to win this match.

Bringing one arm down, he rammed a knife into the head, driving the point directly into it's brain.

It screeched for a moment, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, and pushed him back before it collapsed into a heap of twisted limbs.

Jack slowly stood, up his entire body aching in pain. Picking up his rifle, he gave the thing one last look before limping away, careful to not further stress his wounded leg.

He saw lights outside and familiar voices. Jim had arrived.
 

Horton

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I already have an beta on Spacebattles though he wouldn't say no to some help
My comments would be that Jack has a lot of stamina, faced with this kind of situation, most humans would die. Though he is military.

Am I the only one who imagines like the Green Party running on a platform of getting rid of the draft somehow? :p
 

AllenWalker

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My comments would be that Jack has a lot of stamina, faced with this kind of situation, most humans would die. Though he is military.

Am I the only one who imagines like the Green Party running on a platform of getting rid of the draft somehow? :p
In germany? Well the fact that like half of berlin got leveled in one particularly bad attack put pretty much any opposition to that draft, the rearming and the massive expansment of the bundeswehr as well as getting strategic amd tacticalweaponry on the back
 
Chapter 3

AllenWalker

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"Hit! I'm hit!” Yelled PFC Brian Miller, dropping like a sack of potatoes. This was the rookie's second mission; following death of 'Boomstick' Fridolin Frankis and the incapacitation of Sara 'Stormcloak' Riruk, he had been called in to fill the holes in team three's ranks.

Originally Brian was a Marine in training, back in the not so long ago good old days. Having the best marks in training and with no disciplinary problems, he made it through boot camp without hiccups. Like all other recruits, he had been part of the response when the attack on San Diego occurred. In that hell, he saw real combat for the first time in his life; He saw transport helicopters been blasted out of the sky by beams of green light, the best and brightest of the academy burned alive. His best friend Ben died trying to shove his intestines back into his body, while screaming for his mother. How Fritz, a Heer soldier on an overseas assignment, who used his exotic accent to impress girls, was squashed under the wheels of a retreating Stryker after an explosion destroyed his legs.

Bryan had fought like a wildcat that dreadful day, he saw Hell with his own eyes in that inferno. He was ready for whatever else the aliens could bring along. But what he saw now...

H-he wasn't ready for this.

His weapon, a modified SCAR, fired uncontrolled bursts of shredder rounds at the figures running towards him. Just moments ago a grazing hit from an Thin Man's plasma rifle ripped a hole through his right arm, forcing him to shoot his weapon effectively one handed, which ruined any chances of accuracy.

Not that the zombie stumbling towards him cared if he was hitting or not. The thing that had once been a human was horrible mutilated; it's right shoulder and collar bone were shattered by his bullets, the head was partially caved in by what looked like a shovel impact, and its stomach had an almost fist sized hole, allowing him to see completely through the other side, courtesy of a Guardsman who hit the thing with an explosive round point blank. But even that hadn't been enough to take the abomination down, and to Brian's horror, he witnessed how the thing start to eat the fallen soldier alive. Brian attempted to back off, but slipped on a wet patch on the ground. He wanted to scream, but the monster was already upon him, jaws hanging open to tear him apart.

That exact moment three bullets raced past his face and tore into the zombies midsection cutting through it's spinal column causing it to fall down like a sack of potatoes. Turning his head, the former Marine could recognize a figure emerging out of pillars of smoke produce by the burning cars and tanks.

Suddenly a nasty screeching noise caused him to whirl around, only to see a bug straight out of hell leap towards him to latch onto his face. The miniature chryssalid had tore itself out of the corpse it infested and hastily attempt to break into it's new apparent home. Brian screamed and let go of his rifle, his arms racing up to his face to remove the thing. Big mistake.

One claw cut through his chin while seeking a steady position, other surged into his mouth ripping through lips, teeth, tongue and-

In that exact moment something grabbed the monster, ripping it out of his mouth away from his face.

Through slivers of pain Brian could see a man's silhouette, judging from his slowly greying hair in his forties, throw the skittering thing on the ground. Before it could run away or attack him, he brought his foot down, brutally stomping on the bug in a sickening crunch. No disgust or fear shown on his face, there was only a look of steel in his eyes.

Not wasting even one second on the now deader than dead insect, the man turned around and instantly opened up the other zombie that wasn't even three meters away. He opened fire in amazingly well aimed bursts, taking out both of its kneecaps to slowing the creature down enough for him to pull out his handgun, and to continue firing, landing critical hit after hit.

Discarding the empty gun he pried a Molotov cocktail out of his belt inciting while drawing a dashed it against the walking corpse that was just attempt to circumvent the car door that Brian had used as cover. Tossing the M4 into the air to snatch by its barrel, the man used his rifle like a club to smack against the monster, sending it reeling backwards.
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O'Neill groaned upon seeing the Zombie stumble. It's entire body was a bloody mess, the former identity of it's owner no longer reconcilable. And yet it wasn't willing to stay down.

Ouside of that thing now slumped over and on fire, there were no other threats, nearby and he allowed himself to lean against the car. With the adrenaline slowly backing down he was painfully aware of just how exhausted he was. The cuts in his leg and arm ached with blood coming out of the preliminary bindings he slapped on earlier. And not even mentioning the burn in his side that even now sent lances of agony through his form.

On his way back from where the militia died he stumbled on a little group of Roswells, two in fact. He had gotten the drop on one and had managed to take it out before it had any chance to defend itself. The other one however had managed to shot back before dying and had hit him in his lower left side. Judging how he was still able to somehow fight and run it hadn't gotten anything vital. And with whatever these things were shooting with it had been so hot that it had instantly cauterized the wound. He had almost passed out from the pain but it had cauterized the wound and had stopped him from bleeding out so it was a blessing in disguise so to say.

“Poor SoB. He thought as he turned around and looked at the soldier that was laying behind him. The lower half of his face was utterly devastated and he was bleeding like a bitch if anything he had at most still five to ten minutes until he bled out, and he had currently no way of dealing with it.

He looked around again. No one seemed nearby, all the other national guardsmen and aliens in this area were dead and the fighting seemed to have moved a couple of blocks. That meant that they were for the moment safe but also that there wouldn't be any help coming for the boy. Not in time anyway.

“Hey boy. His head moved up. Can you understand me? He nodded weakly. Good. Try not speak or move your head to much or you'll choke on the blood. He looked around again. There was still no one out there. I'm going to carry you to where they can help you. Can you still shot?

The boy raised one of his arms and turned his body to show the hole in his other one. Jack looked a minute at it cursed and than reloaded one of his pistols.

Taking out his combat knife he cut out a sizable part of his vest and wrapped the clothing around the young man's head. Said person flinched and muffled sounds of anguish escaped the ruins of what had once been his mouth but he managed to remain conscious for the moment.

“Here! Take this, is better than nothing. Now come! Not waiting on an answer Jack crouched down slung his arms around his waist and lifted him up. A wince escaped his lips as both his wounded leg and arm protested but he suppressed the pain and slowly stood up.

“Hey when you see someone or something you pat me on the back if it's possible for you. Friendlies is one pat, hostile's are two or no screw that! If it's aliens you just shot them clear? The soldier patted with his wounded arm against back. Good! Than let's get moving and Son.. O'Neill stopped for a moment. Don't worry, i'll get you out of this alive!

Checking left and right through the burning ruins of his former city, the air filled with smell of smoke he began to run. His leg and his arm screamed in protested with every step he took, the on short notice treated wounds leaking blood even through the material of his makeshift pressure binding.

He came to the realization that he wouldn't be able to do this for long. He had been fighting, running, jumping and dodging for what seemed like an eternity even before the arrival of the national guards. He had been taking potshots on aliens as they broke into house basements slaughtering and kidnapping the inhabitants. He had let survivors of these firefights into locations he believed to be secure.

He had launched interception and diversionary attacks, skirmishes just to allow some of the people here the time to escape. At first he had been working with the couple militia survivors he could find. They had been way over their heads. They had no experience in fighting, had no experience in witnessing death on this scale and to be honest they shouldn't ever have to live through that in the first place. These things that were happening here, Jack wouldn't have thought ill of them if they had just taken the legs into their hands and had run. He certainly would have when he was in their age, given the little shit he was back than.

But they had stayed, they had stayed and had helped him fighting these these things. The people here were their families, friends, partners, rivals, crushes and neighbors. People they had connections to and not just some strangers dying in Europe. They had fought like demons each rescuing as many as they could, but in the end all their courage hadn't been capable of preventing the inevitable. One for one they had fallen until only Jack alone had been left.

His foot crashed against something uneven in the ground and he almost keeled over. He had seen enough death today and he'll be damned if another one would die on his watch as long as he was still able of breathing.

He halted for a moment and viewed his surroundings. But more than just watching he used his ears. Gunfire, explosions, screams, inhuman roars. All coming westwards. He had no way of knowing if he'd be able to find any help for the guy on his back before he bleed out if he head out eastwards. He could probably scavenge the now mostly empty buildings of the streets around him, but that wouldn't help. First there was no guarantee that he would be able to find medicine at all, second the medicine, if he found some, would most likely not be able to save the kid and even if from some sort of miracle there was such stuff around here, he was no doctor or medic. He wouldn't be able to use it properly. And the chances of meeting some Sani here was nil.

He signed as he released his only choice. He had to go Westwards. Through the thick of the fighting.

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He had been carrying the soldier for 20 minutes now and couldn't do it any longer. On his way to where the main battle for the city was taking place. He had travelled past two national guard checkpoints, both of which had most likely served as safe houses for civilians. Both had been wiped out. He had stopped for a moment and had checked if anyone had survived. but no.

Each and every single one was dead. They and the civilians they had been protecting, all gone.

Jack pushed an angry scream back attempting to force it's way out his throat. He swore to God these bastards would pay tenfold for what they had done. Pausing for a moment to bring his temper back under control, he checked on the soldier he found, Brian Miller as his dogtag told him, had lost conscious something around ten minutes ago. His pulse had become weaker again. The piece of the body armor Jack gotten from a corpse of a fallen Guardsman, no longer helped in containing the blood dribbling steadily over his back. Some five minutes ago he removed it after he saw Brian begin choking on it. Taking it away had saved his immediate life, but judging from how pale and his weak pulse, was he had maybe a couple of minutes left before bleeding out.

Cursing for what felt like the billionth time today, he shoved him back over his shoulders and started sprinting again.

The stench in this part of the town was almost unbearable. Smoke, the smell of burning wood and something else. It took jack a second to realize it. Burning flesh, both human and inhuman. A couple of minutes before he had seen how an old Guard Cobra unleashed a concentrated barrage of hellfire missiles into a block of buildings only to be torn from the sky via a beam of green light a moment later. The stark crescendo of gun shots, zippy noises he was pretty sure was the sound of the discharging energy weapons of the aliens, undermined by the almost regular detonations produced by impacting HEAT rounds, Missiles, rockets and grenades. It had slowed strongly down and had now almost utterly come to a halt.

Jack almost hoped that the fighting had finally stopped and that they had been victorious but he banished the thought. Until he was certain that the danger was over he would proceed with the caution that around literally every corner an enemy could wait. Optimistic thoughts would only cost him his life here.

He advanced further at haste speed though always ready to dodge sidewards should he see any threat.

He emerged onto a battlefield. The town centre had been almost completely leveled. He could see burning tanks, ruined choppers, collapsed buildings. Everywhere was fire and smoke. And truly everywhere everywhere were corpses. Aliens of various different races and humans. Civilians and soldiers. Men and women. Children and Elderly. Judging from their positions many had died fighting, joining the soldiers in their defensive positions in an desperate attempt to hold the ground and to buy as much time and distance for the fleeing as possible.

And the enemy had paid a very very heavy prize in breaking through this position indeed. The ground was littered with Xenos remains. The massive green ones who had butchered his militia were in their dozens present each and everyone covered in bullet holes and burns. Their armor and muscle mass had stopped much but in the end either a lucky bullet, a direct hit with something very explosive or just the sheer amount of damage had downed them all.

Besides the fallen green giants, there were countless zombies, infiltrators, bugs and Roswells who all had suffered a similar fate.

There was an unnatural silence in the air as Jack marched through this field of carnage. A bizarre feeling of calmness had filled the former special forces soldier as saw this almost unnatural picture. There was no one. No one was left here. No human soldiers or medics that could save Brian.

The sounds of battle, the screams and gun shots, the explosions and blasts, all the noise that had swamped over his town for most of the night had been silenced. Far far in the distance Jack could see how the first rays of sun light began to rise. He could almost feel a nonsensical feeling of amusement expand in his chest. There was no one here. His run to save Brian was pointless.

His completely exhausted, burning and aching legs gave way beneath him and he slumped on the ground.

There was a strange sound in the sky. What was it? Where did it originate from? What made it? Oh. It was laughter. He was laughing.

And in his laughter he didn't see the Green monster before it had already crashed into him.

His world turned horizontal as he was hurled across the air before coming up on the asphalt. Head first.

The last thing he saw before everything turned black was the thing keeling over.
 

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