A carbon copy from another story I am doing, but it works for a scenario in which Earth don't...
Earth Has Fallen [Stargate AU]
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A carbon copy from another story I am doing, but it works for a scenario in which Earth don't have Plotshield (TM).
Some editing is applied. For this story to continue, I require someone to volunteer and hopefully catch any boneheaded characterization/plotting mistake.
Beta is found.
1.1 Prologue
---
In a chamber of a certain pyramid ship, a god sat in his throne alone. Goldplatted, he dressed in the typical gnarly style of the Goa'uld. His eyes were closed as he listened deeply to a small musical device called an "eye puh" hooked up to speakers.
He listened deeply to the music. Voices streamed from the musicbox, a mixture of a high pitch female chorus, and musical instruments.
It was nothing that he ever encountered before in his life. He couldn't understand the lyric, and the musical style was not known to his culture. The god never bothered to learn the particular of the Tau'ri language. Why would he?
He had crushed civilizations like nothing, never bothering to sample any....of their inferior culture. It's not fit for a god to listen to such music, let alone Tau'ri musics.
Still, that infernal song, no, beautiful song, has continued to inspire Jaffa rebellion in many parts of his empire.
Truth to be told, that song speaks to his soul as it had done to countless Jaffa and slaves. This song possessed a power not like any he had seen before. It convinced, it inspired, and it touched.
The followers of the silent god believed it was just another song among millions. But to him, it was a threat to his rule. He couldn't very well bow down to former slaves, deliver his family to right where they like it. They hated him, and he hated him, and never would he acknowledge a silent god that they worshiped. It was plainly an incompatible and unacceptable existence.
And if the truth was crushed? So be it.
Swiftly, he opened his eyes wide and grabbed his Zat'nik'tel and aimed for the "eye-puh" device. He weeped as he aimed to do what was very necessary.
The song climaxed at the very same time. The hand on the trigger shook. Stream of tears flowed as the song reached his inner emotional core. He felt bliss and sadness all the same.
Twice, he had aimed his gun at the demon device. Twice his willpower failed. He couldn't bring himself to destroy it.
The god simply pressed the the rectangle button on the Tau'ri device. The vibration in the air suddenly stopped, leaving only sounds from the starship's machinery. Finally, the god left for the CIC.
---
When Apophis emerged in the CIC, every Jaffa in the room bowed down to the god. Everything was picture perfect, and nothing out of place.
"Is the ceremony ready?" Apophis asked.
"Yes, my lord," his First Prime responded.
Apophis looked to his second in command. It was not the black soldier by his side. He momentarily raged at the Sho'va who had defected and the subsequent loss he suffered.
He held back.
"Let us begin," the god said. A hologram popped up, showing all the surviving ships in his fleet. A reminder of just what he had lost in this battle alone. Each ship hovered above metropolitan areas across the globe, ready to do his bidding at his command.
Pictures of his commanders popped up on a screen nearby, ready to hear his speech.
"LET IT BE KNOWN," the Goa'uld began. "That the Tau'ri had wronged me, your sovereign, Apophis."
"They had bewitched and made a sho'va of my First Prime."
"They had seeded dissent among my slaves and my jaffas and caused them to rebel."
"They had caused the losses of worlds."
"Rather than face defeat, they retreated like cowards."
"And finally, they killed Ra, my brother."
"EACH GRIEVANCE ALONE," the god shouted as he stomped the floor. "Is enough to cost them their planet and their lives. They will not enjoy the privilege of being my slaves nor will they enjoy my benevolent protection."
"AND I WILL SHOW THEM NO MERCY!"
"Every Man, Woman, and Child are to be killed until the Tau'ri are no longer. Their artifacts to be destroyed, their writing to be erased, and their corpses burned. The ocean shall boil, and their landmasses blasted into glasses. The universe shall know nothing but rumors of the Tau'ri."
After the speech, a podium slowly rose up.
Then a servant handed him a very large key. He inserted the key into the slot and slowly and deliberately turned a full rotation. Doom approached. Once completed, the pyramid ship sent out a signal to all the ship, unlocking the power of each orbital cannon under each ship. On each ship, the cannon automatically charged.
"ANNIHILATE THEM ALL!" he ordered.
The cannons fired all at once in unison. Streams of plasma bombarded the planet, heralding a rain of death that condemned billions to oblivion, boring craters and transforming the dirt into glasses. Some of the glasses flew into the air, carried by the winds, becoming wandering clouds of death, a danger to lungs everywhere.
Further away from the plasma, tree and other vegetations burned, and the fire spread to buildings, creating suffocating cloud of smokes and ashes.
Ashes then rubbed against each other, creating powerful storms of lighting.
For the first time in million of years, the Earth burned.
Apophis sported a predatory grin as he watched the beautiful blue and green planet turned an ugly color with apocalyptic brown clouds that covered the Earth.
"Where is your 'God' now, Tau'ri?" he thought.
Some editing is applied. For this story to continue, I require someone to volunteer and hopefully catch any boneheaded characterization/plotting mistake.
Beta is found.
1.1 Prologue
---
In a chamber of a certain pyramid ship, a god sat in his throne alone. Goldplatted, he dressed in the typical gnarly style of the Goa'uld. His eyes were closed as he listened deeply to a small musical device called an "eye puh" hooked up to speakers.
He listened deeply to the music. Voices streamed from the musicbox, a mixture of a high pitch female chorus, and musical instruments.
It was nothing that he ever encountered before in his life. He couldn't understand the lyric, and the musical style was not known to his culture. The god never bothered to learn the particular of the Tau'ri language. Why would he?
He had crushed civilizations like nothing, never bothering to sample any....of their inferior culture. It's not fit for a god to listen to such music, let alone Tau'ri musics.
Still, that infernal song, no, beautiful song, has continued to inspire Jaffa rebellion in many parts of his empire.
Truth to be told, that song speaks to his soul as it had done to countless Jaffa and slaves. This song possessed a power not like any he had seen before. It convinced, it inspired, and it touched.
The followers of the silent god believed it was just another song among millions. But to him, it was a threat to his rule. He couldn't very well bow down to former slaves, deliver his family to right where they like it. They hated him, and he hated him, and never would he acknowledge a silent god that they worshiped. It was plainly an incompatible and unacceptable existence.
And if the truth was crushed? So be it.
Swiftly, he opened his eyes wide and grabbed his Zat'nik'tel and aimed for the "eye-puh" device. He weeped as he aimed to do what was very necessary.
The song climaxed at the very same time. The hand on the trigger shook. Stream of tears flowed as the song reached his inner emotional core. He felt bliss and sadness all the same.
Twice, he had aimed his gun at the demon device. Twice his willpower failed. He couldn't bring himself to destroy it.
The god simply pressed the the rectangle button on the Tau'ri device. The vibration in the air suddenly stopped, leaving only sounds from the starship's machinery. Finally, the god left for the CIC.
---
When Apophis emerged in the CIC, every Jaffa in the room bowed down to the god. Everything was picture perfect, and nothing out of place.
"Is the ceremony ready?" Apophis asked.
"Yes, my lord," his First Prime responded.
Apophis looked to his second in command. It was not the black soldier by his side. He momentarily raged at the Sho'va who had defected and the subsequent loss he suffered.
He held back.
"Let us begin," the god said. A hologram popped up, showing all the surviving ships in his fleet. A reminder of just what he had lost in this battle alone. Each ship hovered above metropolitan areas across the globe, ready to do his bidding at his command.
Pictures of his commanders popped up on a screen nearby, ready to hear his speech.
"LET IT BE KNOWN," the Goa'uld began. "That the Tau'ri had wronged me, your sovereign, Apophis."
"They had bewitched and made a sho'va of my First Prime."
"They had seeded dissent among my slaves and my jaffas and caused them to rebel."
"They had caused the losses of worlds."
"Rather than face defeat, they retreated like cowards."
"And finally, they killed Ra, my brother."
"EACH GRIEVANCE ALONE," the god shouted as he stomped the floor. "Is enough to cost them their planet and their lives. They will not enjoy the privilege of being my slaves nor will they enjoy my benevolent protection."
"AND I WILL SHOW THEM NO MERCY!"
"Every Man, Woman, and Child are to be killed until the Tau'ri are no longer. Their artifacts to be destroyed, their writing to be erased, and their corpses burned. The ocean shall boil, and their landmasses blasted into glasses. The universe shall know nothing but rumors of the Tau'ri."
After the speech, a podium slowly rose up.
Then a servant handed him a very large key. He inserted the key into the slot and slowly and deliberately turned a full rotation. Doom approached. Once completed, the pyramid ship sent out a signal to all the ship, unlocking the power of each orbital cannon under each ship. On each ship, the cannon automatically charged.
"ANNIHILATE THEM ALL!" he ordered.
The cannons fired all at once in unison. Streams of plasma bombarded the planet, heralding a rain of death that condemned billions to oblivion, boring craters and transforming the dirt into glasses. Some of the glasses flew into the air, carried by the winds, becoming wandering clouds of death, a danger to lungs everywhere.
Further away from the plasma, tree and other vegetations burned, and the fire spread to buildings, creating suffocating cloud of smokes and ashes.
Ashes then rubbed against each other, creating powerful storms of lighting.
For the first time in million of years, the Earth burned.
Apophis sported a predatory grin as he watched the beautiful blue and green planet turned an ugly color with apocalyptic brown clouds that covered the Earth.
"Where is your 'God' now, Tau'ri?" he thought.
Rajvik_wolfboy
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Interesting. I usually don't read SG stories that aren't crossovers but this one I shall watch.
Glad *cough* you like a story which begins *cough* by killing seven billion people.
Blackhole1
(Verified Spatial Anomaly)
Where are the Asgard in all this? Isn't there supposed to be some sort of treaty compelling the System Lords to leave Earth alone or risk war?
NavySeel
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That was set up in either season 2 or 3.
This could easily be before that.
Blackhole1
(Verified Spatial Anomaly)
Alternatively, it could mean that the Asgard are now really pissed at Aphonis and start raising holy hell. A full-on war story between the Norse and Egyptian gods while the shattered remains of the Tau'ri try not to get vaporized in the cross-fire? That would be interesting.
Earth gets no plotshield in this timeline or universe. So, the ancient weapon platform in Antarctica is empty, the Asgard ascended to a higher plane of existence, and there is no PPT.
SG-1 is still a legendary unit but they are less lucky than canon SG-1 and more prone to dying.
On the positive side, disclosure happened relatively early, causing more resource to be poured into spaceflight, SG-1, orbital defense, etc.
An update: 1.5K words for the next chapter. Been going over it and expanding details.
HOWEVER, I do not have a beta, so no new chapter.
I require a BETA to proceed to chapter one.
well this is SV
CHAPTER ONE: Martian Exodus
Mars Orbit
---
Several Terran warships appeared in Mars orbit. Their stretched form transmuted back into their familiar boxy shapes, the warp engines completing the FTL jump. Even this reality couldn't escape brick-like designs common to human warships in science fiction.
Earth warships are typically grey and uninspired, but Goa'uld are flashy and garnly.
Deep inside the bowel of the largest brick, a Chinese command crew prepared for battle. The CIC's enormous large screen shown many more blues than red, a sign of numerical superiority in favor of the Terrans.
Unlike their enemies, the men and women wore their hardsuit and their helmets to protect them from damage incurred in battle. They kept their eyes on the monitors, their body tense.
"Weapon systems?" the second in command spoke.
"Nominal," another voice said.
"Shield?"
"Nominal," a female voice acknowledged.
The system check and response continued to puncture the humming noise of engines that reverberate throughout this ship.
Opposite of the fleet, a crack emerged in spacetime, shattering the separation between real and subspace, creating a dimensional rift known as a hyperspace window. An impractical pyramid ship emerged from that window, with its golden shield and its golden color scheme common to all Goa'uld ships.
Back inside the CIC, the crew awaited the command of their admiral. This is it. Everything they did came to this final moment. All their hard work, blood and sweat, compromises, and enmity between obstinate family members rest on this battle, the total cooperation of Earthlings for survival.
"Execute Plan Red Mars," the admiral simply said. The UES Zheng He opened fire with the barrage of kinetic rounds from railguns emplacement. All the other starships opened in unison at the same time.
The Goa'uld mothership did nothing. Instead, it tanked the hits, blaring gold as the shield buckled under the strain.
Automatically, fighters and drones were launched into deep space by the UES Zheng He. Electronic warfare emissions worked the subspace and radio spectrum to full tilt to hinder enemy communication.
This was all before the enemy could respond.
Finally, the Goa'uld opened fire. The firing rate was anemic at best, but it was devastating all the same.
A destroyer, the UES Lao Tzu, blared a rectangular blue. With twenty or more hits, the rectangle shield broke under the strain, the shield generator inside the ship sparked and melted.
Its front hull plating melted as the plasma bored through. There were no resistance. It was armor only fit enough to protect the ship from the extreme condition of space.
Meanwhile, Goa'uld gliders were deployed, but it was a total waste. Barrage of missiles stemming from capital ships and fighters found their way to the hapless Jaffas manning their fighters.
Their ships exploded in rapid succession, slain jaffa and fighter fragments alike became dangerous debris. The close formation of death gliders proved a deathtrap as debris shred apart ships.
All fighter oppositions were clear.
Point defense opened upon fighter swarms, but the short range nature proved fruitless.. The Terran fighter swarms braved Goa'uld cannons with no trouble, launching anti-capital missiles after missiles from afar, each inflicting damage and strain on Goa'uld shield.
But the mothership refused to die.
One by one, ships in the Terran battle group melted, slowly rendered into useless hulk of slags even as railguns continued to fire. Tiny explosions sometime rock ships, but not anything large enough to blow apart ships.
---
Phobos Station
Alarms blared red, waking up Chloe Armstrong from her bed. Her father, a senator in the United Earth congress, had managed to snag a visit to the station under the guise of an inspection. She went along in satisfying her desire to visit space.
Now, the room was tinted red. Very red.
She grumbled, unaware of the events happening in the deep vacuum of space. She muttered words of annoyance, finally tumbling out into the doorway in her pajamas.
The hallways blinked an angry red. Flatscreens urged for evacuation.
"MOVE! MOVE!" a marine said in heavily accented English as he urged people emerging from their drowsy state.
"What's going on?"
"An invasion! We need to evacuate!" the Russian responded.
"Wait, I need to get my purse and my father," she said.
"NYET!" he said. "All civilians are to evacuate!"
"I am not going anywhere without my father!"
"DON'T BE AN IDIOT! GET TO THE SHUTTLE OR I'LL DRAG YOU MYSELF!"
She didn't argue or shout at that point. There was no way she was going to fight a fully armored Marine.
"Now, move," the Russian ordered once again. Armstrong complied. She followed the flashing arrows, guiding her to the lobby.
Once at the boarding lobby, she saw a crowd of people, most in their jumpsuits or hardsuits. Two marines each matted in black guarded each airlocks in the room, looking stoic and still like statues. Their guns aimed down and their hands were nowhere near the trigger, but it was intimidating all the same.
Every few minutes, people depart for one of the shuttle. The guards would push in people to make more room.
Then, the shuttle would leave, warping to outside of the solar system, their precise location unknown.
---
The Goa'uld mothership shuddered under the strain even as Tau'ri warships were destroyed one by one. Damage accumulated, and the shield begun to drop rapidly despite reduced firepower from the Tau'ri.
"NO! We cannot die! WILL NOT LOSE TO MERE SLAVES" the Goa'uld minor lord shouted.
"My Lord, all our gliders are eliminated!" a Jaffa reported in horror. "We can't even talk to them!"
"I DON'T CARE! Just kill them all! KILL THEM ALL! I rather die than face Apophis! LAUNCH MORE GLIDERS!"
---
Admiral Li Wei knew he was losing. The battle had already cost him four ships despite the numerous advantages afforded to him. Communications between the enemies were shut down, their gliders neutralized, and the surprise attack worked.
Still, the Goa'uld mothership were able to tank hits, and he didn't know whether or not the shield was 70% or 30%. Sensor technologies don't just work that way.
He was told that Earth spaceships was superior to anything the Goa'uld could build thanks to Tok'ra cooperation and Terran engineering.
That was not the evidently the case with this particular Goa'uld.
But he was close to completing his missions. Many of the shuttles were already gone, and the last of the shuttles should be ready to depart from Phobos.
"On my mark, we will jump to Coordinate X," he said, signaling to the fleet that it was time to run. The admiral pulled out his key and inserted it into the computer's keyport. The second-in-command did so as well.
---
Master Sergeant Ronald Greer knew that there was a battle going on outside, far from here. Yet he knew almost nothing about it. Not who win or lose, but only the red lights that kept blinking and a computer voice that commanded evacuation. What most troubled him was the pit feeling in his stomach. A sense of an unease and terror that he couldn't shake himself out of.
Still, the station did not shuddered and shook so far. Phobos station was still intact. So far so good.
"Sir, we need to hurry," the black marine said to the senator following his footstep. "You are one of the designated survivor." A special exception but necessary.
"Designated survivor, my ass," Alan Armstrong said. "I don't make the government run. Bureaucrats do. I just get elected and make sure my constituent get jobs. Just forget about me and make sure my daughter get out of here alive."
"Sir, I don't disobey direct order from my commander," he replied.
"Whatever, son."
They arrived at the boarding lobby. The good senator caught sight of his daughter and waved to her. The daughter ran up to her father and hugged him.
"Dad!" Chloe said.
"It's good to see you," Armstrong responded.
"Do you know what's going on?" the daughter asked.
"No, just an order to evacuate. Can't even have time to look outside using their camera."
Greer himself took a position on one of doors leading to a shuttle.
Immediately, a woman came up to him. She looked disheveled and scared.
"Can you take my baby?" she asked. Greer can already see the baby in her arm, but his heart failed to swallow the bait. He tighten his resolve to follow his order and to maximize civilian survival.
"Ma'am. I can't make any exceptions to the rul-."
Suddenly, a radio message came in. Immediately, the guards pulled the senator and the daughter into the airlock.
But the senator pulled a fast one. He grabbed the baby from the woman's arm and shoved it into Greer's arm.
Before Greer knew it, he was already in the shuttle amongst civilians. The airlock closed as it did many time, but the civilians were confused at the turn of events. Finally, the shuttle door locked the ship before the shuttle undocked.
The marines were no longer at their posts. There were no suggestions or any impending details that they will do this.
"What's going on?" an astronaut asked.
"Why did the marines left?"
Questioning continued until panic set in.
Greer became slack jawed as the shuttles boosted away from the docking beth and warped out.
A few minutes later, the Goa'uld mothership moved on to the Phobos station. It aimed the cannon and fired.
Senator Alan Armstrong looked at the airlock blankly. He didn't quite process what was going on, until finally a thought occurred to him.
"I am dead."
The plasma melted away at the station, depressurizing modules after modules.
Armstrong and his fellow citizens at the boarding lobby were the first to float into space. He tried to breath. Predictably, there was nothing to breath. Finally his consciousness faded away into nothing.
Meanwhile, the surviving Chinese warships retreated to the depth of deep space, their mission accomplished.
Mars Orbit
---
Several Terran warships appeared in Mars orbit. Their stretched form transmuted back into their familiar boxy shapes, the warp engines completing the FTL jump. Even this reality couldn't escape brick-like designs common to human warships in science fiction.
Earth warships are typically grey and uninspired, but Goa'uld are flashy and garnly.
Deep inside the bowel of the largest brick, a Chinese command crew prepared for battle. The CIC's enormous large screen shown many more blues than red, a sign of numerical superiority in favor of the Terrans.
Unlike their enemies, the men and women wore their hardsuit and their helmets to protect them from damage incurred in battle. They kept their eyes on the monitors, their body tense.
"Weapon systems?" the second in command spoke.
"Nominal," another voice said.
"Shield?"
"Nominal," a female voice acknowledged.
The system check and response continued to puncture the humming noise of engines that reverberate throughout this ship.
Opposite of the fleet, a crack emerged in spacetime, shattering the separation between real and subspace, creating a dimensional rift known as a hyperspace window. An impractical pyramid ship emerged from that window, with its golden shield and its golden color scheme common to all Goa'uld ships.
Back inside the CIC, the crew awaited the command of their admiral. This is it. Everything they did came to this final moment. All their hard work, blood and sweat, compromises, and enmity between obstinate family members rest on this battle, the total cooperation of Earthlings for survival.
"Execute Plan Red Mars," the admiral simply said. The UES Zheng He opened fire with the barrage of kinetic rounds from railguns emplacement. All the other starships opened in unison at the same time.
The Goa'uld mothership did nothing. Instead, it tanked the hits, blaring gold as the shield buckled under the strain.
Automatically, fighters and drones were launched into deep space by the UES Zheng He. Electronic warfare emissions worked the subspace and radio spectrum to full tilt to hinder enemy communication.
This was all before the enemy could respond.
Finally, the Goa'uld opened fire. The firing rate was anemic at best, but it was devastating all the same.
A destroyer, the UES Lao Tzu, blared a rectangular blue. With twenty or more hits, the rectangle shield broke under the strain, the shield generator inside the ship sparked and melted.
Its front hull plating melted as the plasma bored through. There were no resistance. It was armor only fit enough to protect the ship from the extreme condition of space.
Meanwhile, Goa'uld gliders were deployed, but it was a total waste. Barrage of missiles stemming from capital ships and fighters found their way to the hapless Jaffas manning their fighters.
Their ships exploded in rapid succession, slain jaffa and fighter fragments alike became dangerous debris. The close formation of death gliders proved a deathtrap as debris shred apart ships.
All fighter oppositions were clear.
Point defense opened upon fighter swarms, but the short range nature proved fruitless.. The Terran fighter swarms braved Goa'uld cannons with no trouble, launching anti-capital missiles after missiles from afar, each inflicting damage and strain on Goa'uld shield.
But the mothership refused to die.
One by one, ships in the Terran battle group melted, slowly rendered into useless hulk of slags even as railguns continued to fire. Tiny explosions sometime rock ships, but not anything large enough to blow apart ships.
---
Phobos Station
Alarms blared red, waking up Chloe Armstrong from her bed. Her father, a senator in the United Earth congress, had managed to snag a visit to the station under the guise of an inspection. She went along in satisfying her desire to visit space.
Now, the room was tinted red. Very red.
She grumbled, unaware of the events happening in the deep vacuum of space. She muttered words of annoyance, finally tumbling out into the doorway in her pajamas.
The hallways blinked an angry red. Flatscreens urged for evacuation.
"MOVE! MOVE!" a marine said in heavily accented English as he urged people emerging from their drowsy state.
"What's going on?"
"An invasion! We need to evacuate!" the Russian responded.
"Wait, I need to get my purse and my father," she said.
"NYET!" he said. "All civilians are to evacuate!"
"I am not going anywhere without my father!"
"DON'T BE AN IDIOT! GET TO THE SHUTTLE OR I'LL DRAG YOU MYSELF!"
She didn't argue or shout at that point. There was no way she was going to fight a fully armored Marine.
"Now, move," the Russian ordered once again. Armstrong complied. She followed the flashing arrows, guiding her to the lobby.
Once at the boarding lobby, she saw a crowd of people, most in their jumpsuits or hardsuits. Two marines each matted in black guarded each airlocks in the room, looking stoic and still like statues. Their guns aimed down and their hands were nowhere near the trigger, but it was intimidating all the same.
Every few minutes, people depart for one of the shuttle. The guards would push in people to make more room.
Then, the shuttle would leave, warping to outside of the solar system, their precise location unknown.
---
The Goa'uld mothership shuddered under the strain even as Tau'ri warships were destroyed one by one. Damage accumulated, and the shield begun to drop rapidly despite reduced firepower from the Tau'ri.
"NO! We cannot die! WILL NOT LOSE TO MERE SLAVES" the Goa'uld minor lord shouted.
"My Lord, all our gliders are eliminated!" a Jaffa reported in horror. "We can't even talk to them!"
"I DON'T CARE! Just kill them all! KILL THEM ALL! I rather die than face Apophis! LAUNCH MORE GLIDERS!"
---
Admiral Li Wei knew he was losing. The battle had already cost him four ships despite the numerous advantages afforded to him. Communications between the enemies were shut down, their gliders neutralized, and the surprise attack worked.
Still, the Goa'uld mothership were able to tank hits, and he didn't know whether or not the shield was 70% or 30%. Sensor technologies don't just work that way.
He was told that Earth spaceships was superior to anything the Goa'uld could build thanks to Tok'ra cooperation and Terran engineering.
That was not the evidently the case with this particular Goa'uld.
But he was close to completing his missions. Many of the shuttles were already gone, and the last of the shuttles should be ready to depart from Phobos.
"On my mark, we will jump to Coordinate X," he said, signaling to the fleet that it was time to run. The admiral pulled out his key and inserted it into the computer's keyport. The second-in-command did so as well.
---
Master Sergeant Ronald Greer knew that there was a battle going on outside, far from here. Yet he knew almost nothing about it. Not who win or lose, but only the red lights that kept blinking and a computer voice that commanded evacuation. What most troubled him was the pit feeling in his stomach. A sense of an unease and terror that he couldn't shake himself out of.
Still, the station did not shuddered and shook so far. Phobos station was still intact. So far so good.
"Sir, we need to hurry," the black marine said to the senator following his footstep. "You are one of the designated survivor." A special exception but necessary.
"Designated survivor, my ass," Alan Armstrong said. "I don't make the government run. Bureaucrats do. I just get elected and make sure my constituent get jobs. Just forget about me and make sure my daughter get out of here alive."
"Sir, I don't disobey direct order from my commander," he replied.
"Whatever, son."
They arrived at the boarding lobby. The good senator caught sight of his daughter and waved to her. The daughter ran up to her father and hugged him.
"Dad!" Chloe said.
"It's good to see you," Armstrong responded.
"Do you know what's going on?" the daughter asked.
"No, just an order to evacuate. Can't even have time to look outside using their camera."
Greer himself took a position on one of doors leading to a shuttle.
Immediately, a woman came up to him. She looked disheveled and scared.
"Can you take my baby?" she asked. Greer can already see the baby in her arm, but his heart failed to swallow the bait. He tighten his resolve to follow his order and to maximize civilian survival.
"Ma'am. I can't make any exceptions to the rul-."
Suddenly, a radio message came in. Immediately, the guards pulled the senator and the daughter into the airlock.
But the senator pulled a fast one. He grabbed the baby from the woman's arm and shoved it into Greer's arm.
Before Greer knew it, he was already in the shuttle amongst civilians. The airlock closed as it did many time, but the civilians were confused at the turn of events. Finally, the shuttle door locked the ship before the shuttle undocked.
The marines were no longer at their posts. There were no suggestions or any impending details that they will do this.
"What's going on?" an astronaut asked.
"Why did the marines left?"
Questioning continued until panic set in.
Greer became slack jawed as the shuttles boosted away from the docking beth and warped out.
A few minutes later, the Goa'uld mothership moved on to the Phobos station. It aimed the cannon and fired.
Senator Alan Armstrong looked at the airlock blankly. He didn't quite process what was going on, until finally a thought occurred to him.
"I am dead."
The plasma melted away at the station, depressurizing modules after modules.
Armstrong and his fellow citizens at the boarding lobby were the first to float into space. He tried to breath. Predictably, there was nothing to breath. Finally his consciousness faded away into nothing.
Meanwhile, the surviving Chinese warships retreated to the depth of deep space, their mission accomplished.
Rajvik_wolfboy
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You seem to have a good feel for what you want to write. My suggestion for lacking a beta is to do what I do (since I don't have one either) which is write a chapter and then walk away from the entire story for a week. Then after a week has passed read through it cold and edit as needed. Repeat as necessary until you feel its ready to post, then post it and work on the next chapter.
I am an impatient man, so waiting a week in between wouldn't work too well.
IN the meantime, I require BETA READER!