Date Published: 2017/05/01

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Stargate: SG1 and Call Of Duty, are the sole properties of MGM and Treyarch/Infinity Ward/ Sledgehammer Games respectively. This is a work of Fiction, as well as non-profit, and thereby complies with their 'Term and Conditions' stipulated by the Companies themselves. The only thing I seek to gain with this Literary Work; is to improve my Creative Writing abilities, and if in the process someone were to enjoy what I have written…

So be it.

Chapter 1

Manners My Good Man

"Let's not do that again…"

"Ah come on Jack, it wasn't that bad–"

"Unscheduled Off-World Activation–"

A searing bolt of lightning almost took the Colonels head off–

"Everybody out!" Colonel O'Neill yelled, ducking to the side as more and more lightning started strike the walls, the floor, the ceiling of the Gate-Room, "Move! Move! Move!"

"Argh!"

One of the Airmen manning a Fifty next to the ramp went down. A blinding bolt of lightning had just struck his station. He was clutching his hands, screaming. Teal'c grabbed the wounded Airmen by the collar of his flak-vest, and dragged him from the lightning filled Gate-Room. Colonel O'Neill was close behind him.

"Harriman. Answers. Now!" Jack growled as he raced into the Control-Room, Carter and Daniel hot on his heels.

"I'm trying!" the nervous Master Sergeant spat; the blast-doors were down, but they could still hear the lightning striking the other side of the barrier... the equipment all around them was going crazy.

Fuzzy screens and wailing sirens… Jack was out of his element, so the Colonel deployed a tried and true solution–

"Carter. Fix!"

Send in the nerds…

The Major didn't even reply, she just slid into a chair next to Walter and started typing. Thirty seconds later the sirens fell silent–

"Thank you Carter–"

"It wasn't me, sir… the Wormhole stabilised on its own–"

"Sitrep," General Hammond demanded to know as he entered the Operations Room down the rear staircase.

"We have an Incoming Wormhole–"

"Not a Wormhole," Major Carter corrected while squinting at the screen in front of her, "I've got telemetry… putting it up on the screen…"

The screens above their heads filled with facts, figures, equations… Jack couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"What am I looking at?" General Hammond wanted to know… like Jack the General could stare at the screens all he wanted, it didn't mean they would suddenly start making sense.

"I've never seen anything like it–"

"The Gate-Rooms camera's are coming back online, sir… on screen… now."

The screens bolted above the viewing window flickered to life… an Active Stargate sitting at the centre of most of them. An Active Gate without an Event-Horizon. An Active Gate filled with swirling, twisting, turning energy–

"God damnit," Jack muttered as he started rubbing his temples with his one hand, the other cradling his P90, "well George, it looks like you're going to have to phone that friend of yours on Pennsylvania Avenue, and ask him to borrow the big-boy toys–"

"I'll make the call–"

"That won't be necessary General," Carter interrupted the pair, never once looking up from the terminal in front of her.

Jack was incredulous… and not afraid to show it, "you do remember the last time we ran into a similar vortex? That little cover-up cost us quite a few days sick leave… you remember it right? Swirling energy, twisting whirlpool… any of this ring a bell?"

"This isn't a Black-Hole, sir," Carter replied simply, finally looking away from the screen in front of her, "there are none of the usual signs… no gravimetric distortions, no temporal dilations, no exotic particles–"

"Carter could you dumb it down ʻjustʼ a little…"

The Major was – by now – so used to the Colonels unusual behaviour, that she didn't even blink at the disruption, "it's not a Black-Hole, the energy-waves are moving in the wrong direction–"

"Oh, why didn't you say so, of course the wave thingies are moving in the wrong direction – what direction are they supposed to go anyway?"

"And the readings are all wrong," Carter muttered, she was so engrossed by the mystery in front of her that not even Jacks antics could distract the Major, "it's almost as if – wait… Walter, enhance this bit… here–"

The Master Sergeant was quick to do so, and a handful of seconds later they were all staring at a strangely shaped blur sitting along one of the edges of the vortex.

"Can you enhance the image?"

"Sorry Major, that's the best I can do," Sergeant Harriman replied honestly, if a bit mortified.

"Two arms, two legs, a head… it looks human to me," Jack chirped, before turning to Doctor Jackson for a… ah… second opinion, "what do you say Daniel… animal, vegetable or mineral?"

"Colonel, please–"

"O'Neill?"

"Ah, Teal'c… my buddy, my compadre, mi amigo…," Jack would've continued… if not for the dirty look he was getting from General Hammond… which was a good thing, Teal'c was a hairsbreadth away from spraining an eyebrow.

The General waved Major Carter forward to–

The windows rattled, the walls trembled, the nearby server stacks swayed–

"What was that? A tremor–"

"A Temporal Distortion–"

"Ah-ha! Just like–"

"Someone just came through!" Walter cried drawing their attention back to the monitors above of them.

There was a man on the ramp. A man wearing some kind of spacesuit. A man wearing a white helmet, with a transparent facemask. A man with a gun–

"This is General George Hammond of the United States Air-Force," their commanding officer declared, stepping up to the nearest mike, stating plainly that he wanted the man to, "drop your weapon and you will not be–"

"Earther Scum!" the strange man roared, whipping up his strange bronze rifle up–

Blam! Blam!

"Nice fellow…," Colonel O'Neill commented cheerfully, as he turned to face the General, "still want to try and talk him down?"

Master Sergeant Harriman was the one to reply however.

"The PA's down," he informed them neutrally, "whatever he just hit us with… it… the intercom on this level is down–"

The walls rattled again–

"Someone's coming through!" Major Carter cried, her eyes riveted to the screen in front of her even as a server tower fell over behind them.

"How many?" General Hammond demanded to know, as he leaned down to look over the Major's shoulders.

"Six, seven, eight–no… eleven… we have twelve hostiles–"

The final tremor was worse. The glass between the blast screen and the Operations Centre, cracked. A pair of nearby monitors blew, showering the nearby airmen with glass and sparks. It didn't look, like the tremors were about to stop–

"We need to evacuate–"

The long tremor stopped just as suddenly as it started. Leaving more questions than answers… the first of which General Hammond tried to field–

"What the hell happened to the Gravity?!" the man in charge of the SGC cried as he tumbled uncertainly through the air, the Laws of Gravity and Inertia seemingly subverted… almost entirely.

Almost…

"This is amazing!" Major Carter cried as she tumbled, her boots struck the ceiling… the excited scientist quickly pushed off sailing back to her station, "inverting the Laws of Gravity – the possible implications–"

"Major focus," General Hammond grumbled, as a surprisingly graceful Teal'c helped him – and a slightly nauseous Doctor Jackson – closer to the floor.

Colonel O'Neill hardly noticed, he seemed to be enjoying this latest development far too much. Not that anyone was paying that much attention to the Colonel, as he attempted to swim across the room… using some kind of inverted backstroke–

"Someone's coming through!"

The next tremor wasn't as bad as the last. It quickly became obvious why. A lone grey man shaped blur shot out the Gate, trailing smoke and fire. He spun through the air, his boots striking the blast shield. The other intruders tried to react, the man in grey was faster.

Ftt-ftt…

Two intruders died–

Ftt-ftt-ftt…

Another three down. The rest were scrambling–

The Gate surged, and gravity reasserted itself. Most of the Team quickly recovered – THUD – Jack not so much. The men in the Gate Room were another matter. By the time the SGC personnel recovered most of the intruders were dead.

Except for a wounded man in red, and the lone grey gunman… who had what looked like and M16 Carbine pointed at the wounded man lying near the top of the ramp.

They had words. But no-one could hear what was said. Three shots rang out. The man in grey dropped to his knees–

"Medical Emergency, Medical Emergency… I need a medical team in the Gate-Room now!"

"You get anything out of him?"

"Does… ʻEarther-Foolʼ count?"

"No, it does not," the General replied, clearly unimpressed with the events of the last two hours, "hopefully Doctor Fraiser will have had better luck…"

Jack wasn't holding his breath on that, he'd just spent the last two hours interrogating a man of… few words. Mostly explicative's, punctuated by spittle… spending the better part of an afternoon being spat at was not how Colonel O'Neill had intended to spend his down time after a mission. Jack had intended to spend the afternoon, not-writing his report… maybe Fraiser would have something, and if not, then maybe Carter–

"How's our patient Doctor?" the General inquired, of the SGC's CMO who was standing outside the main surgical theater for the NORAD mountain complex… Fraiser looked stressed.

"He'll live… I think," the good Doctor admitted candidly, clearly hedging her bets, and at their confused looks she explained that, "you are of course aware of the androids we… ʻencounteredʼ… from P3X-989?"

"How can I forget?" Jack bemoaned grandiosely, as if the world were resting on his shoulders.

General Hammond did his best to ignore the melodramatic Colonel, by prodding the Doctor back on track, "what have you uncovered Doctor…?"

"This…," Fraiser replied, handing over a phial of oily white liquid to the General.

"What am I looking at?"

"That's what I was wondering…," Doctor Fraiser muttered shaking her head irritably, she then started listing the tests she had already performed, "I tried both FLP and RFLP analysis, PCR and STR–"

"In English Doctor… for the Colonels sake of course," General Hammond – in a rare tongue in cheek moment – interjected… Jack looked flabbergasted.

"Was that a Joke?"

"Doctor…"

"Uhm, yes… none of the tests were working, even the techniques we developed to type alien DNA… so I had to get creative–"

"Doctor… Janet… I have to brief the President in less than an hour."

Fraiser just huffed and handed over a cardboard folder, explaining all the while that, "it's filled with nutrients, it carries oxygen and contains no pathogens that we can detect… what you've got there General, is synthetic blood…"

If the good General was impressed he didn't show it…

"Anything else…?"

"I gave him a quick CT – I couldn't risk an MRI – got more questions than answers… the pictures are on page six," Fraiser muttered darkly, although she still managed to give Jack a knowing smile, "I can't even begin to speculate what half those implants do–"

"But you can make an educated guess…," General Hammond stated with a small knowing smile.

"Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out… reinforced joints, dermal armour, synthetic blood, artificial Ferro-magnetic muscle fibre bundles–"

"That's a mouthful…"

"Tell me about it…," the Doctor muttered as she massaged her aching brow, "I had to ask a friend in Area 51 to take a look at the scans – pages seven and eight – and tell me what I was looking at… the next time you need someone to patch him up, drop him off in Engineering…"

Hammond was less concerned about what was happening tomorrow, and more about the here and now, "can he talk?"

"We'll find out when he wakes up–"

"Damn… let's hope Carter has better news…"

Blam! Blam! Blam! Click…

"Having fun Carter?"

"You have no idea," Samantha chuckled as she put down the double handled weapon, on a table at the far end of the makeshift shooting range.

Right next to Daniel, who was sitting on a folding chair with his fingers in his ears–

"Is it over," the bespectacled man inquired meekly.

"Come on Daniel, it can't be that bad…," O'Neill muttered roguishly as he swaggered into the room behind General Hammond, "a little noise never hurt anyone–"

"What have you found?" Hammond questioned the two - diligent - members of SG1, in the hopes that he might get some answers, despite… the irreverent Colonel's best efforts.

Sam was busy disarming the rifle she had just fired, so Doctor Jackson was the first to speak, "it didn't take that long to translate, mostly serial numbers… some model names… the rest is password protected–"

"Oh come on Daniel… what? No showing us all just how smart you are… Okay, let me guess… uhm-m… it's Ancient… hmmn, it's coming to me, it's coming to me… ancient Babylonian… no? Okay Sumerian then–"

"English Jack… it's all written in English," Daniel muttered picking up a nearby piece of armour and handed it to the Colonel, "Type-7 SDF Combat-Rig… it's all there in black and white…"

"But that doesn't tell me where they came from," Hammond replied sternly, turning over the helmet in his hands.

"Ah-ha, but this will," Carter declared, holding up a small device with a curved screen… she waved it over a nearby weapon – the one the Major had just finished testing – in seconds the blank screen filled with names, facts, figures… Carter sounded ecstatic as she read out the information, "the DCM-8… Directed-Energy Automatic Combat-Shotgun… made by Atomic Dynamics, headquartered in Berne Switzerland–"

"Looks like I'm going to have to make a phone-call to a friend in Geneva…," the General muttered irritably… this was going to lead to an international incident, Hammond was sure of it.

"You may want to hold off on that call General," Doctor Jackson interceded, finally getting out of his chair, he waved Major Carter over to explain.

The Major quickly scanned through the information on the device in her hands, before reading out, "Atomic Dynamics… incorporated in 2081, Home-Office… Berne Switzerland, initial stock offering 2083."

It didn't take a theoretical physicist to realize exactly what they were dealing with–

"Time Travel!" the Colonel spat, throwing his hands in the air, "I hate Time Travel–"

"What information can you extract from that device?" the General inquired with a nod at the curved screen in the Major's hands.

"Not much," Carter admitted tiredly, "the device only shows the last item scanned, the rest of the device is password protected–"

"After a cursory examination, what can you tell me about the spacesuits," General Hammond redirected with a wave towards a series of old trestle tables weighed down with several – very bloody looking – spacesuits.

Carter put down the device, then waved to the two tables – one heavily laden, the other not so much – first one, then the other, "two different design philosophies… function over form, and form over function."

Major Carter then picked up two pieces of grey material, holding them up, one in each hand, "see this–"

"It looks the same," Jack muttered, simply stating the obvious.

"Exactly! The pieces are all interchangeable," Carter replied as she pulled the suit sitting in front of her apart in seconds, before replacing the pieces with the parts in his hands, "the same piece of armour that goes around the neck, can be used around the knee joints, the sections around the arms and legs can be swapped out for segments around the torso–"

"What about the other suit?" the General inquired, redirecting the young scientist into a more productive direction.

Major Carter picked her next words very carefully, as if she was not quite sure what to say… Carter rubbed her neck as she tried to explain that, "it's like night and day… like comparing a thirteenth century suit of plate with NASA's latest EVA Gear… this… this is a whole new ball game."

Carter picked up a dull grey upper torso piece, and held it up for them to see as she explained that the suit had, "multiple ceramic layers, steel, carbon fiber, titanium carbide, and half a dozen things I can't even identify… a built-in re-breather, smaller and more efficient than anything we have in our arsenal… armoured pressure sleeves, a partial exo-skeleton, heads-up-display with thermal-infrared-sonar–"

"You've made your point Major," Hammond chuckled, as he waved the excitable scientist down.

"I don't think I Have General," Carter insisted much to the General's surprise, "this armour – these weapons – are far beyond anything we have…"

Carter picked up a rifle, this one at least Jack recognised, "come on Carter… even I can tell that's just a modified AK–"

"It may look like a Kalashnikov, but this little rifle packs one hell of a punch – uhm – sir. According to the wrist computer, this is a Mashimo-Volk… it fires a seven-point-six-two ʻDisruptorʼ round. The barrel imparts a charge, and – well… see for yourself…"

Carter waved to a nearby table, weighed down with standard SGC issued body armour… it wasn't pretty.

"I'm guessing the results of your live-fire experiments were far less than you expected," Hammond inferred, after inspecting a rather thick flak vest that had fist sized holes punched clean through it.

"Worse…," Carter muttered as she picked up a very fancy – but still quite perforated – vest from the table next to her, "it put a great big dirty hole clean through our latest interceptor vest… and I'm no closer to replicating any of… this… That's the bad news–"

"Ah, so you actually have good news then…," Jack remarked cheekily.

"Yes, sir… a name," Carter replied, picking up the grey chest plate once more, "our guest in the infirmary, is one… Staff Sergeant Morgan… SATO Marine Core–"

"And that is?" Jack questioned petulantly.

"Haven't a clue–"

"Why thank you Daniel, I almost forgot you were here–"

"Fraiser to General Hammond…"

The man in question quickly made it to the nearest intercom, his response was short and to the point, "what is it Doctor?"

"Our guest is awake General, and he's asking to speak to the man in charge…"

This Story is what happens when you let a plot bunny rattle about your skull for far too long.

As of this fine May First, I have written (and typed) up 14 Chapters covering 3 Stargate SG1 Episodes.

I've hit a little writers block, but by the time that becomes a problem I should have at least written a few more Chapters.

I haven't got an End-Game for this Story.

I don't know where it's going and I don't know what it will look like when it gets there.

Fair warning, there will be quite a lot of Crossover between the other Games in the COD franchise (as well as some elements from Ghost In The Shell / the new Movie as well as the Anime/Manga Series) and a few other elements that I have in mind but haven't written yet.

I'll update this story with Chapter 2 on 2017/05/31.

Thanks For Reading Hope You Enjoy This Strange Trip.