Episode Sixteen: Genesis (Part 2)

[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

0744 (or around there)
BC-304 Aeneid
Heading to the Bridge

Finding his way around a Daedalus-class ship was a pain in the arse, he had no idea how Lola had done it during her time as pilot. It felt like that time he was on the Tobruk heading to Indo. Though this time it was less sea sickness, and more trying to not fall over or enter any rooms that would embarrass him. He had nearly entered the woman's shower room instead of an armoury last time. This made him realise he needed to download a map or something on one of those little PDA things. He was now heading to the bridge as the commanding officer had asked him over the PA.

0745
Bridge

Walking unto the bridge he simply looked around, he had been on Prometheus-class vessels before, but the Aeneid's bridge put those ones to shame. He was still in his dark grey camouflage gear from his mission to Telkine. Or should he say the screwed up beyond belief mission to Telkine. "You called Colonel?" he asked as he stood near the forward view port and looked at the planet below which he would assume, Midgard.

"Any idea what this is all about Major?" the Colonel asked him, Andrew just shrugged. Probably not the answer she wanted, but you couldn't blame Andrew. He had been a Special Forces soldier and now was a diplomat of some sorts, he blamed Idun for this. The little bugger had to have put his name down somewhere.

"They like to do things big. When is the Icarus due in?" he asked as he stared out the window. He was getting slightly bored, and hoped he could go shoot these new aliens that where attacking his old buddies. He hoped Tyr was also still around, that guy had a great sense of humour.

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

0745
BC-303B Icarus
Bridge


Hearing Harrison address her, Destiny looked over at the man that was more than just her superior officer but one of her closest friends. The time while she was gone from the Delta site, Harrison and the captain had stayed in close contact. He was one of the few people that the young lady had stayed in contact with after the battle a year ago. It was Ayden who convinced Destiny to come back to the Delta site but Harrison who introduced the idea of working on the Icarus since being a pilot was her main role. It was thanks to him that the pilot was where she was today. He knew basically everything that the female had gone through and had been there through it all. Now with Ayden basically gone from her life, it was reassuring to know there was one other person that Des could turn to whenever she needed anything; on and off missions.

"I think I will stay behind, for now at least. If things start getting really tough I'll join them," told him quietly not wanting anyone else to hear. It didn't really matter what anyone else thought because if Harrison said it was fine for her to stay behind, that's what all that counted. Though if her team was in need, the pilot would put all her issues and feelings away and rush out there to lend aide. They were the first and most importance, above anything else in her life right now. Turning to look over at Nolen, the captain nudged the commanding officer. "What are you waiting for? Get out there," stated giving him a smiled, "Show them what we are made of."

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[Aleksandr Kamarov]

0745
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

Major Johnson joined Miranda on the bridge, and looked down on the planet rotating in front of them. They like to do things big," he said in response to her question about the Asgard. "When is the Icarus due in?" Colonel Elwood looked across the bridge to her comms officer, who shrugged his shoulders. It was time to bring Andrew up to speed. "Trust is Major, we don't know at this point. Our last message from Admiral Francis ordered us to reroute from Orilla to Quadrant N-97, but we recently received word from the Asgard to meet them here. As of yet we haven't heard from the Icarus."

Losing a cruiser wasn't how Miranda had planned to spend her first day in the Ida Galaxy.

All of a sudden a large hyperspace window opened in front of them, and several vessels lept forward. "Weapons armed!" Elwood called out of habit. As the ships came within scanner range, they were identified as Asgard. An incoming communication appeared on the main bridge display. "Friends of yours Major?"

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[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

0746
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

"They like to do things big. When is the Icarus due in?" he asked as he stared out the window. He was getting slightly bored, and hoped he could go shoot these new aliens that where attacking his old buddies. He hoped Tyr was also still around, that guy had a great sense of humour.

As he listened to the small and very boring report from the colonel he nodded a few times, it sounded like the Asgard. Someone says go here, they say go here. It was a game of chess with them, and the human were pawns. Though he once beat Idun at chess, once out of a few hundred times. But it was nevertheless a win, which Andrew made fun out of Idun. Which even annoyed the poor Asgard even more due to Idun not really understanding humans.

All of a sudden a large hyperspace window opened in front of them, and several vessels leapt forward. He smiled hoping that it was the enemy that was coming to get them, he hadn't shot anyone for a few days and he really wanted some action. The Telkine mission was for him to blow off some steam but it turned into the most ridiculous operation he was ever on.

"Friends of yours Major?" he heard from beside him, Andrew had stoped listening a while back. He was too focused on the greater mission, to help the human race they had to help the Asgard. Though without the Asgard this ship wouldn't even be here, though some humans thought the Asgard owed them one. Andrew would have to disagree.

"Maybe" he replied seeing a sizable fleet outside the window, back on the expedition to the Ida galaxy there was only three O'Neill battleships outside. But this fleet meant only one thing; mess with us at your own peril. The ships lights dimmed as the small Asgard figure appeared on the bridge, not many people could tell Asgard apart. But Andrew had to, he learnt that they all didn't look the same. Each had his or her quirks, and he knew the one standing there.

"TYR" he yelled walking up the hologram before the Colonel could say anything, he assumed that’s what he was here for. Smiling at the hologram he wondered where his buddy was.

"Greetings Major, I am amazed to see you again. And amazed you are still at your current rank" Tyr said with an Asgard version of a smile. Andrew was use to this banter, though now wasn't the time. "Yeah and your still a commander after how many hundreds of years?" he replied back with a grin.

"Indeed, it is good to see you again. Is this your vessel?" Tyr asked him, Andrew's face went a shade of red as he shook his head. "Nah, its her ship" he said pointing to the annoyed looking colonel. "Where's Idun and Icarus?" he asked, for a moment he found it funny that both started with the letter I. But he would not tell anyone about that, he kept the look of concern on his face awaiting the answer.

"Idun's ship was destroyed, we do not know if he made it or not. The human vessel Icarus, must have not entered hyperspace and might be possibly still in the engagement. I am sorry I can not assist you as this taskforce must wait for another task force headed by Odin." Tyr said solemnly.

"Could you give us the co-ordinates so we can chase them down?" Andrew asked the Asgard commander, who was well known for his combat first policy. "Indeed Major, I will transmit the data to you now" he said with a nod. The console behind him beeped and he saw the officer nodding his head to confirm the data.

"Thanks mate" Andrew said with a smile. Tyr returned a smile, but a sadder version. "I do hope you find Idun, his loss will make this war harder on the Asgard. And I hope you find your fellow humans. Goodbye" Tyr said as his hologram faded.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go" he said to the Colonel.

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OOC: Is this nuts enough?

[Nolen "Dragon" Syaira]

0746
BC-303B Icarus
Bridge

Nolen turned back from the Colonel and smiled at Des, "Stay here if you want, As a friend I have to go on the Colonel on this one. Don't worry we will be fine" He said with a broad smile. He then nodded not waiting to see what Des would decide on. He reached the Hangers as all the 302's began warm up sequences. Nolen wasn't going up this time, His arm still pretty much useless, instead he would be commanding them from an RIO seat. His RIO seat. This time Lisa and Nolen would be swapping places. He put on his helmet and clicked on the radio piece, "365th, Dragon here, The Colonel has given us orders to stay ready and await further orders to launch" he said to the group as he climbed into his cockpit.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

0746
BC-303B Icarus
Bridge

Nolen finally comes down to the hangar and he spoke to his team of Pilots. [glow=red,2,300]"365th, Dragon here, The Colonel has given us orders to stay ready and await further orders to launch"[/glow] He wasn't going to be going on this one because of his broken hand. "Yes sir" Captain Cromin responded, "we are a go when you give the order." Captain Cromin in his cockpit throws up in a brown bag that he brought with him. This was his ritual whenever he went flying because his stomach starts to feel funny and he is fine after that. Although this hadn't happened in a while he thought it had stopped. He laughed and gave the bag to a sergeant close by. "Please don't open it, just dispose of it, thank you very much." The Sergeant responded "You are welcome sir."

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[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

OOC: Continues to be nuts. I'm following orders =)

0747
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

As he turned back around as the Daedalus-class vessel entered hyperspace with the last known co-ordinates of the Icarus. Andrew hoped they weren’t too late to pick their arse out of the fire they had put themselves in. He understood the Asgard position, throw everything you have at a certain point and hope for the best, somehow it backfired. With the loss of Idun as well as the Icarus crew, tapping his pants with his fingers he waited for the get go. “I’d like to lead the assault teams if we have to counter-board the Icarus” he asked the colonel as the ship travelled in the white-blue expanse that was known as hyperspace.

Andrew looked around the bridge and waited for the ship to drop out. “How long till we arrive?” he asked the navigation officer. “About twenty minutes” the man replied. "What if we push the engines?” he asked the man again, the man shrugged and then replied. “Possibly five to ten minutes” the man replied again.

Walking up the colonel he decided to put his dollar worth in. “All due respect Colonel, if we want the Icarus in one piece. We should push the engines; the Aeneid’s engines are far superior to that of the Icarus. We can get there in less than ten minutes rather hoping they will be alive in twenty” he said hoping he could get her to push the drive a bit more.

As the Daedalus-class picked up speed, they now had 6 minutes till they would help their allies. He just hoped his allies were still around to need help.

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[Jason "Wolf" Wood]

0747
BC-303B Icarus
Bridge

Things went quickly in a blur for Jason. After destroying the last few Nidhogg, a familiar Asgard beam washed over them and transported them back onto the Icarus. Before he even had time to breath, Jason was getting suited up and finding his Rio, Talia. He gave her a warning glare before she started on her usual dry, quirky sense of humour. She pouted as she gave him a disappointed look. Jason shook his head firmly, giving her no chance to argue. When they were suited up they jumped into their F302 and got her ready.

“This is, Wolf. We are ready to go when ordered, Dragon,” Jason radioed.

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[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

0747
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

The Daedalus-class vessel was screaming through hyperspace at top speed, they were on a mission. To save the Icarus, Andrew hoped that Idun had somehow got onboard the Icarus. Though mostly medically minded, he was skilled in any other science. The Icarus just had to hold on for a few more minutes, he over heard that the Aeneid could make it there. But it might not be bale to jump back into hyperspace. Andrew was sure that the engineering staff was competent enough not to allow the hyperdrive engines to overheat and short out when they desperately needed them.

Andrew didn't know much about this enemy, that the Asgard named the Nidhogg. All he knew was it was a dragon from playing a few rounds of age of mythology with his sister.. Which he somehow lost every round. He blamed the fact it was a mythology game for his loss, though he always had the biggest military power. A small smile appeared on his face, he needed to take some time off to see his sister again. He was sure she was probably bored being in the SGC.

"Hold on Icarus" he said quietly looking out the front window.

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[Aleksandr Kamarov]

0748
BC-303B Icarus
Engineering Hub

In engineering hub, Aleksandr and the engineering team went to work. The nuclear warhead from the Icarus' missile magazine - a Mark VII he believed it the Americans called it - was in pieces, spread all around the room. Guards from the ships Marine detachment were stationed at all entrances to the room, and regularly patrolling the room, never fully letting the warhead out of their sight. Even those this was meant to be a friendly joint-operation, it seemed the non-US crew seemed to have eyes on them more often than not.

With the nuke broken down, the pieces of the additional Naquadah generators were patched in. The missile was already a streamlined piece of work, and adding additional components to it was a challenge while still maintaining it's steam lined appearance. Anything that wasn't needed on the missile was tore out and generators stuffed in it's place, but at the end of the day they could only make so much room. Nuclear warheads tended not too carry too much useless weight. When all else failed the generators were broken down and spread along the length of the missile, while a thick protective cover of aeronautic alloy welded on top to protect them. It didn't look pretty and probably wouldn't fly as true as a stock missile, but all they needed was a big bang, not precise targeting.

With the missile ready and prepped, Kamarov called for it to be returned to the missile silos, and made his way up the bridge with haste to tell the Colonel their plan was ready.

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Task Force:
One BC-303B Prometheus-Class Battlecruiser - IcarusCommanded by Lieutenant Colonel Jonathon Harrison.
Seven F-302 Interceptors - 356th Tactical Fighter Squadron

Enemy Fleet:
Seven Swarm-Class Dreadnaughts - Commanded by Queen. [Five only partially complete.]

[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

0747
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

"Hold on Icarus" he said quietly looking out the front window. He heard someone yelling at the Commanding officer, at first he thought it was some fight or so about something until he turned and listened. "The Hyperdrive engines are overheating, the safeties aren't cutting in" one of the techs yelled as the bridge crew scrambled.

"Why can't he just drop out?" he asked the helmsman. "We might break apart, or suffer major hull damage" The man said. "Um, I think breaking apart is major hull damage. Anyway, can’t we slow down?" he suggested.

"Possibly, slowing down from max speed, to 75%, 50%. 25%" he said as the ship shook violently, people were thrown around like rag dolls. Andrew was thrown to the ground as smoke filled the room, using his upper body to push himself up. He waved the smoke away as the ventilation systems sucked the air out..

Noticing that nether the commander or the exec was moving he walked to the command chair. "Medical teams to the bridge" he said as he coughed the smoke out of his lungs. "REPORT!" he yelled, it felt like he was in a scene in Star Trek.

"Hyperdrive is cooling down, Engineering reports we will be ready in five minutes. There was a problem with one of the power relays to the hyperdrive." the man said himself coughing from the smoke that filled the room before. "Why wasn't it detected before?" he asked. "I don't know sir, we shouldn't be having this problem" the man replied pressing and flicking buttons. "Well we just did have it, Tell Engineering I want that drive online ASAP. Where the hell are those medical teams?" he asked as he got out of the ship and knelled down to the colonel who was coming in and out of consciousness. "Don't worry Colonel. We'll get our people home" he said with a reassuring smile as the medical team arrived and carried them off the bridge. A few minutes later he was informed of the Hyperdrive being functional again and that the relay had been fixed. “Good, take us back in” he said pointing at the window.. He felt awkward now, he was sort of in command of a Daedalus-class vessel. It was a new experience for him, one that he sort of liked. As he sat in the leather seat he liked the feel, the way it smelt. He liked the seat, he was finally in a position to do something.

0753
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

“Sir we have reached the Icarus location” the helmsman said. “Good, drop us out. I want shields and weapons online.. Phasers, torpedoes… everything” he said as the helmsman gave him a weird look. “What?” he asked. “We don’t have phasers, or torpedoes or even Asgard weapons” The man said quietly. “Crap, fine whatever we have, target the closest ship and fire at them” he said pointing at the blackish alien looking ships.

"Sir the Icarus is hailing us" someone said.. "Cool on screen" Andrew replied seeing the helmsman give him another look. "You mean we-- FINE" he said as he walked over to some terminal that someone was pointing at. The image changed to some guy on the Icarus, probably the commanding officer. "Hey, um what are we called again?" he asked the helmsman. "Aeneid" the man replied. "Who the hell names these ships?" Andrew said to himself before turning back to the screen. "Aeneid here, how are you today? We're your backup. Hold on and we will get you out of here" Andrew said as he walked back to his comfy seat.

"Move us between the enemy and the Icarus, we can take more hits than they can" he ordered as the 304 came swooping in between the enemy ships and heading towards the 303 battlecruiser. He thought about launching fighters, but there would be no use if this was a small engagement. He saw several explosions coming from several ships as they passed by.

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One BC-303B Prometheus-Class Battlecruiser - Icarus Commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Jonathon Harrison.
Seven F-302 Interceptors - 356th Tactical Fighter Squadron

One BC-304 Daedalus-Class Battlecruiser - Aeneid. Commanded by Major Andrew Johnson.

Enemy Fleet:
Five Swarm-Class Dreadnaughts - Commanded by Queen. [Three only partially complete.]

[Jonathon "Yoda" Harrison]

0752
BC-303B Battle Cruiser Icarus
Bridge

Another blast rocked the ship. "Shields at 76%," came the call from the rear. So far the Icarus was faring quite well. Nodding, Harrison swiveled in his seat toward the helmsman and said, "Lieutenant, Captain Andre will be assuming your station." Standing from his chair, the helmsman nodded firmly and headed off the bridge, and Jonathon motioned for Destiny to take the seat now vacant to pilot the ship.

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At that point, Kamarov came stumbling onto the bridge after another violent shaking and reported the status of the weapon. "Excellent ... " Harrison stated. Just as he was about to radio the beam control, a beep came and a bridge officer called, "Sir, we've got another signature dropping out of hyperspace ... it's big." Frowning, Harrison muttered, "No breaks ... ." The ship emerged from hyperspace in front of them, and the biggest surprise of all - it was a BC-304. "Hail them!" Harrison exclaimed and rushed to the screen.

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When they responded, Harrison smiled. The Aeneid clearly finished production early. "Understood, glad to see you Aeneid," Harrison clicked off. Heading back to the center of the bridge, the Lieutenant Colonel ordered, "Transfer power from the beaming system to the Asgard plasma weapons, lock on and fire!" Hopefully after this was all over, the Asgard would fix that bug ... the Icarus could only use one system or the other, not both simultaneously.

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[Destiny "Silverwing" Andre]

0752
BC-303B Battle Cruiser Icarus
Bridge

Watching Nolen run out of the bridge for the hanger, a small urge filled her soul, longing to be running along side of him, but quickly suppressed the yearning. Learning herself and knowing when it was time to stay back was something the pilot prided herself on. Before, Destiny would have faked a smile and claimed to be okay even if all signs showed that she wasn't. Though through much time, the captain learned an act like that could cause someone their life. The team deserved her to be at her best; hundred and ten percent was what she always tried to give. If the young woman went out right now, it would be fifty percent effort and the rest just a fake aoura to give off. If the team was in dier need, then the pilot would push aside and gather whatever reserve effort she had and join them, but the pilot had faith in her fellow teammates. With Nolen as their leader, there was nothing they couldn't do.

Shaking the thoughts away, the female turned and looked over at Harrison then followed the motion he was giving for her to take the vacant seat behind the ships wheel. The captain's eyes grew wide staring at the thing. He had to be kidding! Flying a F-302 fighter was one thing, but a ship of this size? Being responsible for what happen to it and where it was directed? Destiny looked back at Harrison as if to say, are you sure about this? But seeing no change of expression, the pilot bit her bottom lip and slowly walked over to the seat. Sinking into the chair, the resolute redhead took a deep breath then waited for orders resting her hands on the controls. Harrison, you better know what you are doing here, thought to self looking back over at her superior officer and close friend, giving him that look at said, now what? This was new for the pilot. Talk about new experiences. With shaking hands, the captain looked back at the controls praying that there was enough sense in her to fly this ship. It's just a big 302 Des, just a big 302. With millions of lives on broad, in the middle of a battle. I'm screwed, thought once again taking a deep breath then pushing out the negative thoughts and focusing on the task at hand; protecting the people on broad, her fellow teammates in the sky, and making sure this ship comes out in one piece.

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[Andrew "Boss" Johnson]

0753
BC-304 Aeneid
Bridge

"Move us between the enemy and the Icarus, we can take more hits than they can" he ordered as the 304 came swooping in between the enemy ships and heading towards the 303 battlecruiser. He thought about launching fighters, but there would be no use if this was a small engagement. He saw several explosions coming from several ships as they passed by.

"Two contacts are destroyed" came the report from his weapons officer. "Keep firing, tell the Icarus to get their bloody hyperdrive online so we can get the hell out of here" Andrew yelled ay the communications officer before turning his attention back to the enemy ships. "Shields at 93%" his helmsman stated. "Transfer all shield power to the forward emitters...keep firing those missiles off." he said as he got out of the seat and signalled the communications officer to signal the Icarus.

"I don't know about you, But I don't like sitting on my arse getting shot at. Best bet is for a tactical retreat and let the Asgard clean this up. They got a big force coming this way, under Tyr's command." he said as he the ship rocked slightly, Andrew planted his feet on the ground. Andrew had the bigger ship therefore to him; the naval law dictated he was the lead ship. But he knew the yank wouldn't see it that way.

"Come on mate we haven't got all day" he muttered as he sat back in the chair. "We have a contact, it seems more of these vessels are just on sensor range" yelled one of his officer. "Tell that bloomin colonel to hit the hyperdrive now." he yelled at the communications officer.

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[Aleksandr Kamarov]

OOC: James, we have a plan to finish off the remaining ships, give us a couple of posts to deploy it

0754
BC-303B Battle Cruiser Icarus
Bridge

Barreling down the hallways of the cruiser, the Russian warrant officer yelled for people to clear him a path. The only problem was he kept falling back into his native Russian tongue, something he did when under stress - meaning half the people didn't clear the hallways. Those who didn't he charged passed, sometime making contact with. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," Alek called over his shoulder as he moved rapidly through the hallways, making his way up toward the bridge.

At the hallway mark he wondered why he was in fact running and hadn't just called ahead.

Regardless he continued on, thinking the urgency of the situation required the extra effort. Ducking the weaving down the hallways he ascended the final stairwell and turned at the end of the hallway, coming to a halt as he entered the bridge. Those on the bridge who weren't glued to their monitors or consoles caught a rare sight of a completely exhausted Russian technician. He caught his breath, and crossed the bridge to Colonel Harrison's side.

"Sir, missile is loading into tube as right now," he blurted out, noticing his English got worst the more stressed and tired he was. "Enhanced with Naquadah generators, greater output than normal. Suggest we launch the moment it's ready." With his ramble finished, Kamarov leaned heavily on the chair, making a mental note to either call ahead next time or send a younger and healthier junior tech to pass on the message.

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Task Force:
One BC-303B Prometheus-Class Battlecruiser - Icarus Commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Jonathon Harrison.
One BC-304 Daedalus-Class Battlecruiser - Aeneid Commanded by Major Andrew Johnson.
Seven F-302 Interceptors - 356th Tactical Fighter Squadron
Twelve F-302 Interceptors - 24th Space Deployment Group

Enemy Fleet:
Five Swarm-Class Dreadnaughts - Commanded by Queen. [Three only partially complete.]