Long live the Soviet Stargate Program!

10.2
Basin shuffled his papers, "To those of you who are new, I am Basin, brigade deputy for political affairs. Previously my office was small given the high quality and political consciousness of the officer corps here, however as time's gone on we've had to instigate certain changes to the SG teams. For one, we now send out either Auxiliary or Regimental teams with at least one SG officer, while we maintain the SG teams for specific missions of importance. My subordinates are trained in diplomacy, intelligence and politics, and we serve a supporting role to the wider Program." He sniffed, "I'll begin with our allies, Lieutenant if you please?"

The officer operating the slides had gone over to the projection unit and loaded the first slide showing a large spherical structure in a white landscape.

"The Markaran civilisation emerged during a brief period between ice ages on their planet. They'd reached a position roughly a century more advanced than our own before the onset of a particularly bitter period of weather that continues to the present. However, their scientists had predicted this and the different governments allied to create large dome cities under the loose accord of a federation. This new state is composed of a dozen large cities and around 50 smaller outposts. It is currently unclear to us whether the mutual reliance of each dome on the others was a deliberate choice by the previous polity, however the state of affairs before Captain Ivanovich discovered them was one of concentrated industry and the division of labour. One dome growing food, another making electronics, and so on. During their mission Ivanovich and his team were taken prisoner but escaped and assisted an indigenous proletariat revolution which now control one of the domes, this one concentrated on metallurgy. Unluckily for the other domes we can supply all necessary resources, while withholding the metals which were previously traded. I regard this planet as promising, but requiring careful handling. We've already benefited in some areas from their advanced technology, but if Comrade Zhelezo will make a short statement on this?"

Zhelezo was their liaison with the massive steelworks in Magnitogorsk, attached to the engineering division and assisting in various related tasks around the Program. "The Markaran's use a system of continuous casting and long product production involving electrical furnaces much more advanced than our own. We've been working with the natives to create refined Naquadah of significantly greater quality than was possible before. This has implications for the industry of the Union, as well as our own projects. They also have several other technologies that are more advanced, but that we haven't thought of a use for yet, for example, the dome-cities are protected by what we originally thought was glass but is actually an aluminium-oxygen-nitrogen compound. We're considering whether it'd be useful for starship windows."

Basin continued, "We've largely ignored their memory modification technology however due to its unreliability and the fact that it brought their whole civilisation down eventually." He said with a smile, "Speaking of memory, we've strengthened our ties with the Oans, the amphibian species from L-211."

The slides changed to show an underwater landscape, great coral towers and schools of fish in front of a series of green structures which almost blended into the coral while a tentacled creature in long robes floated outside.

"Colonel Durov spoke to their ruling military council and once they were satisfied we were opposed to the Goa'uld they agreed to an alliance. This has proven particularly useful, firstly because we have no conflict over resources as they live underwater, meaning they were happy to give us a list of unoccupied planets and also Goa'uld strongholds they were aware of, but also being the Oan memory recall technology has allowed Comrade Gaius to retrieve many of the technologies Vulcan used, for instance the process of modifying a Ma'tok cannon to fire further. Now, onto a more difficult topic, Major Reniv?"

Reniv nodded, "Sirs," he said nodding at the head of the table, "The other significant group we've had contact with are 'Thrudvang', three worlds under Thor's protection. While Cimmeria is part of the non-interference treaty the Asgard have with the Goa'uld, Thor seems to have personally sheltered particular populations without including them in the treaty."

"You've confirmed this with this… 'Thor'?" asked Zhukov.

Reniv looked a little awkward, "No sir, we've not had any contact with him in some time. We know the Asgard are aware of us, we got a list of the protected planets off Freyr when we visited one world, but we've been unsuccessful in arranging any meetings. The Colonel managed to meet some though."

The eyes of the room turned to Durov, "I was attacked by an alien wall, wandered the base for several days gibbering in an alien language and scribbling notes which turned out to be several thousand new Stargate addresses, and then I built some sort of battery and dialled an eight-digit address which took me to Othala, an Asgard world in their home galaxy. They informed me I'd absorbed what was essentially an old library of the Ancients, and that this had various significant implications."

Basin drew breath but one of the scientists interrupted, "Am I correct in thinking you have some affinity for alien technology Colonel?"

Durov nodded, "Myself and a few others yes, we've yet to understand it fully."

"Biological matters are to be discussed later." Said Abramovich, "Proceed Reniv."

"As I was saying," said the Major, "Of the three planets of Thrudvang, the first Cimmeria, are very friendly, almost all of them wanted to leave after we told them we couldn't help them if they stayed, we had to hold trials for those who wanted to fight but we've now got two fully trained and well drilled companys of Cimmerians, with another three in trail. We've sent various assistance to the planet, the hammer device alone makes it valuable in case we ever have to remove a Goa'uld from someone without killing them. Our relations with the second planet's civilisation, the Turvayar, have also been friendly, but haven't proceeded as fast, while the relations with the Svorrin have been rapidly degrading. On Cimmeria one of the Cimmerian's saw SG personnel talk with Thor, and therefore knew we could be trusted. Comparably, when we went to the other two planets no such visitation occurred, meaning they had strangers simply appear and tell them that they'd come from their god, in effect. Now the Svorrin were already split culturally and religiously on the specifics of their origins as well as their relation to Thor. Our arrival has inflamed these tensions and there's been isolated incidents of violence between the different factions. We're closer politically with the faction who have the more factually correct beliefs, but the opposing faction are more powerful. We're told them we don't intend to side with either of them against the other, but I've so far been unable to make any meaningful progress till relations between the factions are normalised, which I n turn likely won't happen till Thor appears there himself."

"I note here," said Basin, "that while our trade with the Svoriin is significant, the importance of this planet lies with our reputation rather than the tonnes of fish they're sending us. If religious war breaks out there the Asgard will hardly take a good view of their followers slaughtering each other due to our actions."

General Kharchenko, an officer with oversight over many of the Moscow-based parts of the Program spoke up, "Comrade Basin, while I don't claim to be an expert on religious matters, I'm surprised to hear a political officer taking such a positive stance toward organised religion."

There were a few chuckles, Kharchenko hadn't taken a critical tone in his question, and many of the others who hadn't had a close association with the Commissar were thinking the same.

"Well I did introduce Christianity to the Romans." Said Basin lightly. "'Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.' You deal with weapons and training, I deal with speech and thought, both are weapons and both are needed to fight the Goa'uld. When we overthrew Vulcan and the Romans on Elysium lost the devil they'd feared for millennia I knew we needed some way to maintain the cohesion on the society. I am an atheist, and I agree with Comrade Lenin that religion has been used as an instrument of stupefaction by bourgeois, in this case truly parasitic, actors, but I also agree with Bukharin's remarks on the proper procedures for a Marxist to implement change toward a religious society. The Goa'uld can heal wounds, raise the dead, rain fire from the sky, and possess bodies. They are, in effect, gods, and even though these abilities stem from technology and biology, we can't ignore the effects these have on the populations we encounter. What advantage is there to persuading the Cimmerians that Thor isn't actually a god? If he didn't create them he still sheltered them from harm and assured their prosperity for thousands of years. Comparably the religious conflict among the Svorrin is simply a reflection of the greater socio-economic inequality between the factions we identify by 'Gandian' and 'Gemonite'. If the differences and religious issues between the factions were resolved they'd still be in conflict because of the inherent problems of the society."

Reniv nodded, "The Gandians control all the largest and most prosperous cities, as well as the main political and cultural institutions. The Gemonites began as Gandian exiles, following their prophet who got his hands on some Asgard devices, as Basin says there's more than religious conflict there, its just the most visible element of the society."

"It's the SGC's policy not to disrupt the religious or social particulars of the aliens," said Durov, "We have better things to do, and that can come later once we have the resources to devote to it. As long as they don't worship the Goa'uld we have no immediate conflict with them, and as Basin says this was isn't just military, its religious. If we kill their gods and their faith we have to replace it with something otherwise the societies will collapse."

Basin nodded, "I should also note that the working group on this topic is already massively oversubscribed. If you have something specific to contribute we'll receive it in writing before tomorrow afternoon, if not my division holds regular symposiums on this and other related issues to discuss policy, all are welcome." He shuffled his papers, "I think this neatly leads us onto the issue of the Jaffa." And he raised his eyebrows in Durov's direction.
 
10.3
AN: Yes, these 'chapters' are very short, this is because they're less fatiguing to write, and improve the search metrics because the forums I crosspost on reward frequent updates. In reality this whole conference would be one 'chapter' of 10k or so words. Also its more likely someone will comment/review one of the issues brought up by each of these segments rather than making notes and reviewing the hypothetical 10k post.

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During their discussion the officer in charge of the presentation had raised the lights again, but one of the previous slides still occupied the screen. Durov glanced down at his watch and saw almost two hours had passed since Zhukov's arrival, and he considered his words following Basin's remarks.

"Our relations with the Jaffa are very similar to those with the Svorrin. To begin, the Jaffa occupy the second rank in the Goa'uld society, sometimes the priests are higher, but in most god's domains the Jaffa, carrying the Goa'uld symbiotes in their bodies, are almost sacred. Within the Jaffa each Goa'uld, and especially the System Lords, have an elite unit of guards. Apophis' wear snake helmets, Ra and the others of Ra's family have bird helmets. Almost all the First Primes, the head of each Goa'uld's Jaffa, used to be Guards for their gods. As such you can see how once again, if we remove the Goa'uld we remove the lynchpin of Jaffa society. Their culture is predicated on service, they collect taxes from the human slaves, and they themselves serve the Goa'uld as soldiers and incubators. All Jaffa leaders are Guards, and the Guards have much better armour and more advanced equipment than the other Jaffa, meaning they're less likely to rebel. We have good relations with Bra'tac and Teal'c, but their 'cell' comprises little more than the apprentices each has taken, their students in effect, it's not a political movement. Neither of them can comprehend life without the Goa'uld, they just know their masters aren't actually gods and don't like it."

The chief medical officer, Dr Belik, stepped in, "Nor would they be able to rebel if they wanted to. The Goa'uld symbiote strengthens the Jaffa, making them physically superior to a human, but also acting as their immune system and extending their lives. Teal'c is 50 but looks 20, and Bra'tac is almost 90 but only recent retired. In all tests on captured specimens when we remove the symbiote the Jaffa rapidly deteriorates, eventually succumbing to various infections that their symbiote would normally fight off. My division has examined both Jaffa and symbiote extensively, and we're currently looking toward a substitute drug."

"Like insulin for diabetics." Said one of the others.

"Exactly, but for the moment the Jaffa need a new symbiote every 20 years or so, as the ones inside them grow to maturity. Without a supply of fresh ones we'd not be able to supply a rebellion." Replied Belik.

"And fresh Goa'uld only come from Goa'uld Queens, who seem to be incredibly rare. We suspect Ra and the other System Lords all have one, but that they're used as bargaining chips, 'ally with me and I'll supply you and your Jaffa with symbiotes' and so on."

A few questions broke out regarding the specifics of the Queens, but Abramovich rapped the table with his knuckles, "Belik's findings are in your briefing packs, back to the subject at hand." He ordered.

"Didn't you find that planet…" asked one officer Durov didn't recognised, "The theorised Goa'uld homeworld? I understood there to be plenty of Goa'uld there?"

Belik nodded, "I have a slide prepared for this." And he instructed the projection officer who put up a picture of two Goa'uld side by side. "Specimen A is what we're calling a 'Primordial' Goa'uld, B is a 'Dynasty' Goa'uld. As you see the Primordials are significantly larger, especially in the fins and head area, while B is much weaker. Essentially you're looking at an ape and a human, an animal at different evolutionary steps. The Primordials primarily hunt like a sea snake, using venom and grasping onto fish, whereas the Dynasty Goa'uld rarely leave their hosts. All aspects of the anatomy not dedicated to their parasitism have atrophied, for instance the venom glands are still there, but smaller, and in their place a significantly more developed system of nerves and connections between them and the host, whether Unas or human. From what we understand from the Unas folklore, the Primordials can't take a host for more than a few days, I believe because they lack the, well we haven't named it yet, but it's basically a placenta that develops when a Dynasty Goa'uld takes a host for an extended period. Comrade Gauis didn't have one, but the host Vulcan was in before him did."

"So these 'Primordials' aren't… compatible?" asked the questioner, clearly struggling with the explanation.

Belik answered in the affirmative and the discussion continued again, Durov sitting back to watch. Eventually Zhukov asked his own question. "Are the Jaffa politically reliable?"

"Cuts to the heart doesn't it?" Abramovich murmured to Durov, then turned to the table. "Colonel Kuzenov, tell us about your theory."

An officer about half way down the table nodded and stood, straightening his uniform. "Sir," he exclaimed perfunctorily, "My team's been working on understanding Jaffa society, specifically liaising with the Chulak cell as well as interrogating the prisoners we've taken. Currently we've theorised the Jaffa both as exploiters and exploited, as their biological situation contrasts with their political. We concluded based on this understanding that we'd have to remove the Goa'uld, but then also dismantle the framework of vassalage that would remain, for the reasons Colonel Durov and Major Reniv discussed in relation to the Svorrin. More recently however I've proposed an alternative view regarding the Jaffa and therefore our actions, namely one of plurality. While some aspects of Goa'uld culture are monolithic, for example their ascetic to an extent or their technology, others are diverse. I therefore argue we must be equally diverse to take account for this plurality. To put our situation into perspective there are billions of Jaffa. Apophis, one of the stronger System Lords, has at least five hundred million, spread out across a vast domain, the majority of which he doesn't directly manage. Currently we're in a period of long peace among the Goa'uld, and Teal'c hadn't been on one of their spaceships till recently, but we have to consider just how large and for how long the Goa'uld civilisation has been developing. I don't say this to give you an idea of the military situation we face, but to emphasise how diverse the cultures we'll encounter are. So far we've met worlds populated by people from most continents, as well as cultures we can't identify with any particular Earth-based period. Thus I conclude that our strategy must be as diverse as our enemy."

"Kuzenov's theory is currently under consideration." Said Durov, "But even if we don't adopt it in its entirety, there are useful elements to draw out. For example, Bra'tac believes the Goa'uld to be unjust and cruel, and therefore opposes them for philosophical reasons despite his position of privilege. Teal'c, being Bra'tac's student, follows this to an extent, but his opposition primarily comes from a desire for revenge against Cronos because Cronos killed Teal'c's father. If Apophis allowed this desire, which given the Cronos' entry into the Apophis-Ba'al conflict currently is not impossible, Teal'c might simply go back to being a loyal Jaffa. In its general terms, Kuzenov's theory is correct regarding the diversity of our enemy."

Discussion once again broke out on the issue and again Abramovich reigned them in. "As with Basin's comments we have a working group dedicated to this issue. All suggestions to him and so on… Chapeyev, your account on currently operations if you please."
 
10.4
FFnet censors Baal's name in PMs but not in story posts. The more you know!

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The man known as Gaius sat and listened as Chapeyev gave a briefing on the various companies and units of the Program across the stars. Chapeyev had been in command of the Stargate Regiment's troops during the Battle of the Beasts on Elysium, and had subsequently been promoted when the Program expanded following Vulcan's defeat. The SG teams were still the elite, but the Regiment were the second echelon, soldiers joining that formation and then being promoted into an SG team whenever a vacancy appeared. They were well trained, and subsequently had been training up the allied troops which Chapeyev also had command of including the two Roman regiments as well as the Cimmerians.

"Following this," Chapeyev was explaining, "over the last two years we've hit 20 enemy bases, relying on the good relationship with Bra'tac's cell to supply us with intelligence and tactical advice. Each time the Regiment has supported SG teams on point, with all troops disguised in Jaffa armour, usually the enemy Jaffa of whichever god we're fighting. During this we've taken losses, but have left neither survivors nor casualties behind. Any gun shot wound has been disguised by close-range Ma'tok fire, which is good enough as autopsies are not practiced by the Goa'uld."

The man known as Gaius shifted uncomfortably, he could still remember the terror of his flight and the destruction of his beasts as the Soviets annihilated everything he'd built over thousands of years. The Tau'ri were effective, whatever else one said about them.

Chapeyev continued, "Now, Ba'al's Jaffa are less well trained than Apophis', but Apophis has apparently become suspicious that several of his bases were destroyed in unusual manners, for example," he directed the projection officer to the next slide, "Here we have the aftermath of one of our 'Hedgehog' attacks, in this case a continuous rocket barrage through the Stargate for 10 minutes. The Jaffa on the base couldn't do anything about it and we went in afterwards and captured the survivors without resistance. This is not a standard Goa'uld tactic, and in general we know we haven't been entirely successful in disguising our attacks as Goa'uld ones. However, we also know Apophis, and therefore likely Ba'al suspect a third party. Various other Goa'uld have been contributing forces, notable Cronos on Ba'al's side due to the rivalry between Cronos and Apophis, meaning the battlespace is most confused at times, to say nothing of the potential for Tok'ra sabotage which is a constant fear of the System Lords."

The man known as Gaius sneered. It had been one of their failings, teaching their slaves to obey anyone with glowing eyes… Too often the Tok'ra just wandered in without challenge, leaving chaos as they went. One had been his cellmate before he'd managed to escape his former master.

"To follow up on the points other comrades have covered regarding our allies," said Chapeyev, "The groups offering active resistance to the Goa'uld including the Tok'ra and Ma'chello's faction are aware of us, but have yet to contact us. We believe they're waiting for us to prove ourselves, or at least waiting for us to demonstrate a consistent animosity toward the Goa'uld. Our current actions might indicate an advanced population controlled by a Goa'uld, for example Vulcan.
The man known as Gaius restrained a smirk.

"Please detail the current operations further Colonel." Ordered Zhukov, clearly more interested in the military discussion than he had been in the more theoretical matters previously.

"Principally we've acted as raiders, or as a 'reconnaissance in force'. If you'll take note of these slides sir," Chapeyev again gestured to the projectionist and the board lit up again, this time upside down before the officer fumbled to correct the slide depicting a blasted forest, two landing platforms broken and bullet-ridden, Soviet armour in the foreground while the soldiers posed with their trophies. "Here's the aftermath of another battle, I had a platoon march up and down the tank tracks till they'd disappeared and we hauled everything we could through the Stargate back to one of our bases. During these missions we've recovered several thousand Ma'tok staff weapons, as well as a similar number of the bullet-resistant armour the Jaffa use. As the war's developed the Goa'uld have allowed more weapons to be used including grenades which can stun, a single communication orb, as well as the Ma'tok cannons which we provide all the power of an artillery gun in a man-portable form. Further to this we've found a great deal of other equipment, for example a large quantity of naquadah, both liquid and what we're calling 'weapons grade' refined. While these raids have furnished our main sources of alien technology, we've also received support from Bra'tac's cell, apparently he was preparing for something like this and thinks we'll make better use of his things. For example, the 'Needle Threader'" the slide showed a strange circular craft, Soviet technicians examining an opened panel near the engines.

The man known as Gaius seethed. There wasn't anything wrong with the Chappa'tak, it was just the slaves who couldn't fly them. They'd told him to design a craft capable of flying through a Stargate and he'd delivered!

"It appears the Goa'uld came up with the same idea we did regarding a 'Gatefighter' and this was the result. We've used it in combat once, or rather, Colonel Durov was inspecting one of our scientific bases and we had a report of a Goa'uld bomber coming into land on a different planet."

Durov smiled easily, "It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up, I jumped in and took our its engines before it could take off. I would have been better to have gotten the whole ship but we managed to rip out a few of its critical systems like the hyperdrive generator and carry them back to the base for study."

The man known as Gaius couldn't help but feel jealous of Durov. When he'd ruled on Elysium he'd bred his slaves for intellect and ability to emulate the mental strength and clarity required to operate the telepathic interfaces on Goa'uld technology. The Colonel, being one of the more evolutionarily advanced of his species and obviously possessing the Ancient genetic markers, and managed to 'cheat' his way to mastery as effective as a Goa'uld. He didn't have naquadah running through his veins like a true Goa'uld, but the gene almost made up for it. It was a good thing the Tau'ri hadn't discovered the secret chamber below the Palace holding most of the Ancient technology he'd taken with him when he fled from Ba'al.

"While we couldn't get that ship we did managed to get two others." Said Chapeyev, "Firstly, a Goa'uld 'Tel'tak', a cargo ship, was damaged in the war and Teal'c managed to 'lose' it, claiming it as destroyed. We've been advised not to push the engines past 80% capacity, but as I understand a broken piece of technology can be more informative than a fully operational one sometimes. The second is another cargo ship which happened to be resupplying a base when we attacked. This one is slightly more advanced than the other, and obviously can go to 100% capacity and therefore faster."

Zhukov laughed, "We had to take the moon rock off the Boss after people kept asking why he had it on his desk and what it was!"

The celebrations following the Tau'ri's first visit to their satellite moon had been one of the few times the man known as Gaius could really enjoy himself in the new society he found himself in. He hadn't ever really enjoyed ruling, he was a craftsman and a scientist so he'd been able to sympathise with the spirit of discovery that had infected the base.

The conference briefly degraded into a renewal of the celebrations before Chapeyev called them to order again.

"In addition to these material gains, the campaign has also given us significant experience in the operations of the Goa'uld in general, and we've made significant gains in intelligence matters. For example," another slide was loaded, "Here you see one of the Goa'uld motherships landed on a planet."
 
10.5
Some reviewers have noted that I'm modifying canon. This is indeed so, partly to simplify things, partly to allow me to write a better narrative.

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The ship on the screen was rather wide, but without any of the superstructure common to Goa'uld spacecraft, the slide had several labelled noting features on the ship such as the hangar bays for the Deathgliders.

"Comrade Gaius, you have the most experience in this, if you would?" Chapeyev asked.

The man known as Gaius stood, he had of course prepared the presentation with Chapeyev, but the trick was to not expose the information a human shouldn't have had.

"In order of size the Goa'uld use five main spacecraft, with occasional variations. Firstly, and largest, the Cheops-class, showing here, used by System Lords and their principal generals. This is equivalent to your super-battleships, and is only employed in inter-System Lord warfare due to its resource requirements. This ship possesses large hangars, ring-transport systems, as well as the capability of landing on any relatively firm and flat place. Next!" the slide switched to show a technical diagram this time and here the pyramid was larger and a circular structure ran around the edge like a hoop. "The 'Ha'tak' vessel, less powerful than a Cheops and the mainstay of Goa'uld war fleets, used to bombard planets from space and seize superiority before Jaffa are landed on a planet. The Ha'tak cannot tolerate the gravitational forces near planets, and so can't land except under specific conditions and with prepared landing sites, such as the pyramids of Egypt. Each Ha'tak has an estimated crew of 20,000, and is able to carry over 1m tonnes of supplies for several years. These ships are dispersed over the domains of various Goa'ulds, but recently Ba'al has revealed quickly deployable pyramid structures which have given him a distinct advantage over Apophis on the ground."

"What are the doctrinal differences in the usage of these vessels Comrade Gaius?" asked one of the officers.

The man known as Gaius smiled, it would be height of foolishness to consider the Tau'ri to be anything near servants, but he had to acknowledge that it felt good to have authority again over more than beasts.

"While the Ha'tak are relatively plentiful, the Cheops are restricted by Ra. Each one of them is ancient and were dispersed by Ra millennia ago. However, they're also massively more powerful, and Apophis had modified his over centuries with more naquadah generators so it's faster, its defence fields and weapons stronger and so on. A Ha'tak would take several years to get here from Chulak, but if Apophis took his Cheops he could be here in a week and then bombard the planet from orbit. A Ha'tak, or a fleet of them, could destroy a city by bombardment. While the plasmatic projectiles of the Goa'uld weaponry doesn't function nearly as well in atmosphere as it does in a vacuum, the Cheops weaponry is effective in both and can, we've been told, crack a planet's crust if given enough time."

Time and power, thought the man known as Gaius. Of all the things he'd stolen from Ba'al the Eye of Ba'al was the most precious. The fool hadn't even known what it was. An Ancient power source of immense worth, almost on the level of the Potentia. Among the Goa'uld he suspected only he knew of their power. But even with the knowledge he'd still failed in his coup. No matter, he would have his revenge, in time, and with the help of the Tau'ri. After all, he was just a host now wasn't he?

Shaking himself out of his memories, the man known as Gaius continued, "The next is the Al'kesh, the cruiser of the Goa'uld. They are the smallest warship capable of faster-than-light travel, and function as both larger cargo and troop landing ships, as well as long range bombers and weapons platforms in space battles." The slide changed again, "The last two ships are somewhat separate categories, firstly the Tel'tak that's already been discussed, and the 'Deathglider', the Goa'uld fighter. We have several of the later in pieces, though we've so far been unable to recover one intact."

The Tau'ri thanked him and began a discussion of tactics which the man known as Gaius largely ignored. He was a smith not a soldier, perhaps that's why his wife had abandoned him…

But the melancholy didn't suit him and he narrowed his brows in thought. The feelings of his host were still there, below the surface now. Perhaps another trip to Oannes was in order. Nem's memory recall technology had been useful, it would be enough to eradicate the last remnants of the slave's mind.

You couldn't kill a god, or so his gene-mother Hera had passed on through her legacy. That had been disproven in his early years forging wonders for Zeus when Cronos had returned and slain both Zeus and Hera, banishing Vulcan to work for Cronos' ally Ba'al. The years had been unpleasant, always competing with that slug Nerus, or avoiding the twin harpies Anat and Qetesh. Hera had restricted her genetic knowledge and tried to birth a brood who would have to work together, each specialised in certain ways. Apollo for art, Ares for war, and so on. All of them had taken his craft for granted and life had been good under Zeus, he'd had a wife, worlds to build on, subjects to serve him. But all too soon it seemed he was limping away from Ba'al's hunting fleets in a half-dead Al'kesh, making for a backwater planet he'd claimed centuries before. Those early years on Elysium had been hardest of all and worse after the former slaves had stolen the Chappa'ai from the very steps of his palace.

Depressed and despairing he'd slept away the years in his modified sarcophagus after that, hoping in time the slaves would advance enough to supply him with the labour and resources he needed to fix his hyperdrive and leave that miserable rock.

But then of all things the Tau'ri had arrived and swiftly overthrown him. The man known as Gaius remembered little of the escape, he'd changed hosts and set the naquadah bomb, thinking that Ba'al had finally found him, but they'd manged to shoot his ship down as he tried to escape away to the civilisations on the other side of the planet.

Then, ship downed and surrounded by the black rifles of the Soviets he'd tried to throw all that he was into the host. It was an ancient technique, unpractised among the Goa'uld, and for good reason due to its unreliability. Supposedly Selket had perfected it among her Ashrak, but for anyone else the host's mind, once free of the Goa'uld control, regained itself. It was too difficult, with the blending between host and symbiote required the management of the superior biology of the Goa'uld. When he'd simply been Gaius the freed slave he'd felt a presence in the back of his mind, a feeling whenever he used Goa'uld technology, but the host had easily dismissed it. Vulcan had been destroyed, an ignoble end to a noble life.

But you couldn't kill a god… The Tau'ri had suggested using the Oan memory recall technology to recover anything from the brief period Gaius had been a host, and recover they did. He'd forge himself anew among the Tau'ri, they'd proven willing to support anything that helped them and already he was an integral part of their 'Program'. Whether Ba'al and Ares died by his hand or one he guided mattered little, he would have his revenge.

The man known as Gaius listened to the conversation, but the man that was Vulcan watched and waited.
 
10.6
SV and SB specific note: Why does pasting break my formatting?

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"Before we continue onto our next topics of logistics and technology, Rybakov, make your statement regarding the Goa'uld technology we've found here."
Boris Rybakov was another of the academics the Program had imported from the University of Moscow, which served as the main entrepôt into the global academic community for both archaeologists and scientists. Rybakov was also one of the first to move his family entirely off world, and his son, a teenager, had been helping him with various work. The pair were well regarded in this, and had been held up as somewhat of an example for the other professionals who had been reluctant to relocate to alien planets.

"Yes General," said Rybakov, "While the Comrade-Colonel has been conducting his reconnaissance off-world, we've been doing the same for the different museums, catalogues and collections of ancient artefacts here on Earth. We've confirmed the presence of Goa'uld technology in the British Museum of London, the Lovre of Paris and the Metropolitan Museum of New York. We also suspect there are collections in smaller museums in Glasgow and Basel. Other continental collections, private and public, are suspected, but the movement of inventories due to the war has complicated tracking them down. Moving forward we want to broaden the search, particularly in the Levant and Mesopotamia-"

Zhukov interrupted, "That's being taken care of. I received the request for expeditions from Diakonoff some time ago. Speaking of which where is he? Shouldn't he be presenting?"

"Comrade Diakonoff is well known in the archaeological community of that specialisation, but not so well known in others, as such he's gone to China. We know one of the System Lords, Yu, spent a lot of time there." Replied Rybakov.

"One of my team is with him in case anything happens." Durov assured the marshal, "They're currently tracking down one of the larger Chinese collections there."
Zhukov nodded and Colonel Tarelkin of the logistical corps stood to make his briefing. "Comrades!" he announced happily, "We've finally broken through the bottleneck!"
As soon as the Program managed to demonstrate use they'd never had a problem receiving supply orders from Moscow. The real problem had always been hiding the arrival of these supplies and exit of empty trucks and trains from the wider world, and even their own comrades. The engineers had dug out a whole new tunnel to get supplies through, but the sheer mass of things going through the Stargate had proven difficult to manage and it had only been the brilliance of the logistical division's coordination that had made sure they received the ammunition and concrete the Program needed off-world.

Laughs and light applause followed the statement, but Tarelkin quietened them and continued, "While we can now supply you effectively and at pace, there are still some points to note: We're now using the Yemelyan Pugachev train yard at Arskaya to break up trains, 'lose' carts, and so on, so there's still going to be a delay on receiving your requisitions, but that delay is now consistent and deliberate so build it into your timetables. Second, as before military supplies retain their priority status. Unfortunately, we can't blame wartime confusion for supplies getting here anymore, but we can various trains east and west through the new rail hub and therefore disguise the movements of materiel."

Tarelkin paused while his own slides were prepared. "My department's remit has also expanded recently, with us now being focused not only on supply but the colonisation of planets and extraction of resources. For example, taking extensive readings discern safety, such as testing air, soil and water, then sending up a plane to check the immediate surroundings for anything unusual when we find a new world. We can survey a 300km2​ area in a week, and if the initial readings are good the first colonists move in to level ground for larger aircraft and begin construction of a base. When all secondary surveys have been completed actual colonisation will take place. Now, we assign planets on basis of a metric so while your teams may not understand why they have to survey in a particular way I must emphasise that the specific processes are required. An example of this metric might be the presence of naquadah or ruins which increase viability, while hostile animals or invasive plant life decreases it. We've ranked 200 planets according to this metric and are currently only visiting the best ones for secondary surveys. As mentioned Elysium is the most surveyed planet where we're using medium bombers to fly in a day the distance it would take 3 months to walk. There's still the question of whether to bother colonising slight more difficult areas, like sailing across the sea to the next continent over from the Elysium base, or whether to simply open another base on another planet. Opinions welcome."

Tarelkin's deputy, Konovalov, now a Major, broke in, "Regarding support for projects, although our resources have increased we're still having to prioritise. We're largely retired the Gatefighter project, and instead increased work on the Hedgehog system. Failure rates are down on all launches but we're removed the flamethrowers from the arsenal, as they proved less effective than hoped. Among other things we've created a base solely for close support of off-world teams. Principally this comprises a double 56mm turret 'Sparka' on a variable frame. We got it off a prototype self-propelled anti-air gun and cemented the turret into the ground. As an infantry support weapon, simply by weight of fire this turret is devastating against the Jaffa infantry tactics."

Tarelkin continued, "Regarding other weapons, chemical and biological systems have so far proved largely ineffective against Jaffa in tests, we need something that either overwhelms the immune system entirely, or that targets the symbiote directly but we're looking into this currently… Now, regarding the weapons we've brought back, thanks to Comrade Gaius we're beginning to understand the processes and principals behind the modifications Vulcan made to the Goa'uld technology. For example, Vulcan modified his Al'kesh's cannons to fire more condensed plasma at longer ranges through modification to the magnetic containment field that keeps the projectiles together. This takes more energy, which Vulcan was able to achieve through modifications to the Al'kesh's powerplant, as well as the invention of a super-conductive alloy of trinium, gold and naquadah in a rough 2/5/3 ratio. Several results follow these advances, in terms of material, trinium, once refined and alloyed, is around 100 times as strong as steel, while naquadah has numerous sometimes miraculous qualities, among other things the ability to enhance the explosive power of nuclear weapons by 20 or 30 times."

"Ha!" cried one of the scientists, "We certainly showed the Americans with that test last year!"

Indeed, they'd tested one of their naquadah enhanced weapons on the Kamchatka Peninsula, knowing American submarines lurked around that area and knowing they'd see the detonation. Naquadah allowed for far smaller bombs, and though they'd yet to replace the more traditional heavy elements completely in the construction of the weapons the results had still be better than anything the Americans could produce. Following a fury of ink in the American presses Stalin had sent his personal congratulations to the physicists on base and struck a medal for them which now hung proudly in their break room.

Chaya was next, putting down her pen down and straightened her papers she began her own element of the briefing, "Sergeant Lavrentiev, Dr Tikhonravov and I have developed several new weapons systems by combining Goa'uld and our own technology. Firstly, Vulcan's powerplant depletes Naquadah at an increased rate in return for greater power. We've used the stock of depleted Naquadah to develop a rifle round with improved penetration. As you all know the Jaffa armour resisted the 7.62mm round, and while our initial attempts to create armour-piercing variants were successful the more advanced Jaffa Guard armour resisted them as well. We've now prototyped a Naquadah tipped round which shreds both armours which should give our SG teams the confidence to engage Jaffa directly if necessary."

At Chaya's gesture the projectionist loaded a picture of a heavily modified staff cannon in a stationary mount, a plume of vivid electric blue flame shooting in gouts from the bore.

"Secondly, building on my initial design for a plasmatic grenade launcher, we've built a 'plasma thrower', which contains the plasmatic reaction of a staff cannon within a specially formed magnetic field, ejecting this stream over 100m and capable of melting anything it touches. The power requirements for this weapon are prohibitive, but we hope to refine this in future." Another slide was loaded, this one depicting a strange looking bomb, sleek and cruel, "Thirdly, by including naquadah in explosive fillers, in a mix of refined and liquid forms, we've created significantly more powerful bombs. Of these, we've adapted German radio-guided anti-ship weapons to deploy from the damaged Tel'tak at distances of 20km or more. Initially this weapon was designed to strike from 5km but the Tel'taks are able to track the missiles by sensors rather than sight and therefore control the bombs over longer distances. Radio waves travel very fast so the distance isn't a problem, while there are countermeasures that can be used to block the radio waves from the control equipment on the craft but as we understand these aren't used commonly. If you'll direct your attention to the screen I'll demonstrate the effect of the bombs."

The lights dimmed and the film projector clattered as it started up. Chaya narrated as the film went on, "Here the bomb's already been released at a test distance of 10km, I've had the film circled to show the descent toward the target. This is on one planet deemed unsuitable for colonisation which serves as our testing range. The ship's sensors track the path toward the target and the radio-operator guides the bomb in by the orders of the pilot."

The film showed a mountain range, low clouds creeping over their peaks while roofs of a series of structures clustered around the base glinted in the sun. Then the ground seemed to heave up like a sea swell, the buildings and their surroundings disappearing into a pit as half the mountain collapsed, running down as if struck with a cleaver. The audience, especially the military members, exclaimed in surprise but Chaya calmly continued her explanation, "The weight and altitude of the bomb means it penetrates easily. This one was an early model and we used too much naquadah for the target. We've since modified the bombs and are confident that they could take out any target, from ships to bridges to bunkers, in a single shot, with a danger of over penetration on smaller targets. This platform has a current carrying capacity of three bombs and relevant crew after we removed the ring platform from the craft, with a 60% accuracy rate within 5m of target."

"The only problem is no one can fly it…"
 
10.7
The words had interrupted Zhukov's dreams of storms of radio-guided bombs falling on enemy positions. "What'd you mean 'no one can fly it'?"

While the marshal of course kept up to date on all major developments of the program, he was a busy man and the weekly briefings hadn't conveyed anything like this.

Durov took the question, "I can." He said simply, "Corporal Borishov can, and Gaius can. Goa'uld technology is, well for want of a better word, 'locked', possibly to prevent the slaves rising up with the Goa'uld's weapons. Gaius and I are about the same with the matter transmutation device Vulcan created, but I'm a better pilot, possibly because I can fly normal planes as well. We've been testing everyone we can with Goa'uld equipment to see if anyone else can activate it and we've got…" he tapped the table, looking around.

"Captain Dzhon Pastukhov of the Air Force." Put in Abramovich.

"Yes Pastukhov, he can activate the technology so we've requisitioned him too, but the problem remains that humans don't generally have the ability to use the telepathic interfaces common to Goa'uld technology, not nearly as well as a Goa'uld or Jaffa can. For example, a Ha'tak can apparently be flown with a small crew because most control systems are telepathic, but that also prevents anyone without the proper training or parasite from using it." Durov paused, "However, the Tel'taks are still very useful. They don't have defence fields, and the hull isn't too thick, but they can go in any direction, even straight up, and get anywhere on the planet in two hours. We managed to fit about 30 men into this bomber variant we've made so potentially they could be inserted to a battlefield and then supported by the craft's sensors or weapons."

Zhukov nodded, his aide was tugging at his sleeve but he leaned forward, "What about their radar profile? If they were smaller they'd make a good covert transport as you say, but with the size of it I can't see how we'd get them past an attentive operator."

Abramovich tapped his watch surreptitiously as Durov continued, "The shape of the Tel'tak makes it look smaller to radar than it is, but the main advantage is its climbing ability. It can come in and take off fast enough to escape any interceptor because it can go into space. We also know the communications technology on the ship can send out its own sort of waves but frankly I need to learn more about how radar works before I'd be able to create a countermeasure."

Abramovich forestalled further discussion with another rap on the table. "Alright I think we'll leave it there for now and take a recess for lunch. We've detailed most of the key issues and certainly more will come out in the working groups. Thank you all." And with that the officers and civilians stood to exchange salutes as Zhukov departed, Durov escorting him out after at the whispered order of Abramovich.

"A very interesting conference Colonel." Remarked the marshal they walked to the lifts. "I'd like to have stayed further but I'm barely back here for a few days before I have to head back east. It's a good thing you installed the ring platforms or I wouldn't have been able to make the trip at all."

"We've made a great deal of progress sir."

Zhukov nodded, "Yes both you and Abramovich know what you're doing. I know Al-, that is, Vasilevsky was sceptical of including so many civilians but it seems to have worked out."

Durov considered it, while some in the base would have preferred to run the Program entirely by and for the military, they'd acknowledged that they simply didn't have the expertise to do so, and in time the scientists and historians had proven themselves, "We do work best when we include others." Durov answered, "General Kharchenko had the idea of farming out our theorising to cadets and that worked very well, 'write a paper on the use of 50km range divisional artillery' and so on."

"Yes things are going well." Zhukov concluded. "But there's so much still to be done, particularly in Moscow. The Boss is happy, but there's others who we haven't told about the Program and therefore don't understand the significance of the changes we're making. Look at the Navy! They don't know why they've been told not to plan any new ships in 20 years' time. Or even the Army, now I thought they'd be easier, but the effort needed to reform them into something that could even try to combat a Goa'uld attack is enormous. It seems we need to aggregate and disaggregate corps level formations at will, even down to independent action companies who'd be able to respond to a Jaffa attack after orbital bombardment…" Zhukov shook his head.

Just then two muddy men rounded the corner of a corridor in front of them, their rifles slung over their shoulders.

Durov's face lit up, "Konstan! Is that you under there?"

The men halted, alarmed by the sudden appearance of their superior and of Zhukov, before saluting quickly. "Yes Colonel!" replied one.

"Did you get him?"

The man nodded again.

"Excellent!" Durov turned to Zhukov, "Our first live Goa'uld capture sir."

"Really?"

While they'd taken several minor Goa'uld during the last two years, most had been mortally wounded or killed during battles, with one of Ba'al's underlings being executed by his Jaffa escort just like Lord Mott had been.

"Sir…" Zhukov's aide whined, but the marshal shushed him.

"You go back and get my plane ready, I want to see this!"

Durov ordered the men to lead the both of them on to the prisoner.

"A Goa'uld in an Unas host had been extracting slave tribute from a transplanted Celtic community. We found this unusual because the Goa'uld don't use Unas hosts anymore, and because the Celts were Christians."

"Christians!" exclaimed Zhukov, "I thought the Goa'uld had all left a thousand years before Christ?"

"So did we, but we know Sokar, who seems to be some sort of exile System Lord, was on Earth abducting people at least as late as 800AD or so."

"And who's this 'Sokar' posing as?" asked Zhukov, "He'd be a pagan god to these Celts I'd have thought?"

"He's an Egyptian underworld god, but-" and before Durov could finish they heard shouts in front of them and a door opened, a man being thrown out.

Durov had reached for a holster he wasn't wearing and Zhukov stopped dead with a cry.

"Give us your rifles and get in there!" ordered the marshal and they quickly followed the soldiers into the room, toward bestial roars and crashing.
Durov's boot skidded on the floor as he turned, rifle up, breaching through the door to see several men wrestling with the Unas. Dimitri had one of its arms pinned behind its back while two men had the legs, stopping the creature from getting any leverage and using its symbiote-given strength. The Goa'uld struggled under them, the claws of its left hand bloody from its strikes against another man nearby, it wore the tattered remnants of a straightjacket which had clearly failed to restrain it.

"Stay on him Dimitri!" shouted Durov as he went forward, bringing the butt of his rifle up to strike the creature on the chin as it tried to rise.

The two men who'd escorted them in leapt forward tacked it to the ground again, one trying to get his arm around the creature's massive neck.

The five men on the Unas managed to wrestle him into the waiting cell with Durov and Zhukov covering them in case of another escape. The door slammed shut and its bolt screeched as the Goa'uld pounded on the door. Dimitri fumbled with the lock before collapsing back against the wall with a sigh of relief. "Thanks for that Colonel." The big man said, "I put a whole magazine into him before we hauled him back, I thought that would have put him out for longer."

Zhukov regarded the newly promoted Captain with a smile, his eyes lingering on the crucifix that had slipped out from around Dimitri's neck. "Good work Captain." Said the marshal, "Are you injured?" he asked, holding out a hand to haul the big man up.

Dimitri seemed to take no more than ordinary account of Zhukov's rank, and even seemed not to recognise the marshal, but he saluted well and then went to see to his men.

The two other officers approached the cell door, within they saw only the baleful glowing eyes of the Goa'uld, light from the outside glinting off its scaled host.

"You do not know what you have done." The creature said, its voice deep and malignant. "The tortures my master will inflict on you will be legendary."

"Who do you serve?" demanded Zhukov.

"Your wretched souls will kindle the fires of Netu." The beast spat, "Satan will burn this world!"

Zhukov regarded the Goa'uld coolly, his eyes dark and hard. "No." he said quietly, "I don't think he will."
 
10.8
AN: Pleased with the reception and discussion this chapter's gotten so far. Keep it up. I'll probably put out a couple of interlude chapters with the US perspective over the next month or so, but don't expect anything substantive till at least the new year.

-x-

After the day's proceedings were over the senior staff gathered in Ambramovich's office.

The general was fiddling with the straps for his false leg. Although he'd been sitting down for almost all of the day he'd kept the prosthetic on in case he needed to go somewhere during the day.

Durov regarded his superior. He'd been with Abramovich for most of his life since the Civil War and then later through Spain, Finland to the ruins of Stalingrad. He could remember when Abramovich, then a captain, had handed over his much-thumbed copy of the ABCs to politically educate the younger Durov. He'd learnt all he knew from the older man and considered him almost a father, and Durov had always found Abramovich's injuries saddening. The general had been too close to a mortar strike after Stalingrad and it had taken off his leg and crippled most of his right side, cutting short any activity more strenuous than a bureaucratic role. When Durov went into the Baltic in the months before Bagration Abramovich had been their coordinator, a morose voice on the radio whenever Durov reported some heroic battle.

But the Stargate Program was a good retirement for him. A worthy retirement, not like the governorship of some far-flung backwater republic that most old generals could look forward to.

"These are good." Remarked Basin, taking a drag from his cigar, "Are they the ones from Moscow sir?"

"No they're that new, that plant I picked up from 56." Replied Reniv. "The science boys cooked 'em up."

"Hm." Said Basin, "They're good."

The Program had naturally furnished the scientific division with a plethora of alien plants and animals, many of which were essentially variations on those found on Earth. Some were useful, like rubber trees that apparently weren't actually rubber trees yet still produced something that you could make into car tyres, while others they'd yet to find a use for.

There was a clunk and Abramovich leant back in his chair with a sigh. "Today went well." He said to the room at large, "Let's have a drink shall we? Do the honours would you Vladimir?"

Durov retrieved the glasses and alcohol from a cabinet and poured, passing the glasses around.

"The Union and the Program!" went the toast and they fell the easy discussions of familiars, the small issues that passed between them unable to break the general good feeling of the room.

Durov too, was content. The Program's pace of progress was within all acceptable limits, they'd had no major losses beyond what would be usual for such a large organisation, and Zhukov's visit, and indeed the conference had gone well. Even the feedback from the working groups, which were occasionally fractious due to the different interests involved, had been almost universally good and the colonel had seen the mounds of notes and suggestions at the end of the day. While most of the department heads had gone back to the respective divisions the delegates remained and would for the next two days of further discussions on all manner of topics.

"I was talking to Dimitri earlier." Abramovich said to him quietly, the old man keeping an ear open to the rest of the conversations. "Just a debriefing, but he's really grown into his rank. You should be proud."

Dimitri had joined them shortly before Stalingrad and been Durov's faithful sergeant ever since. In the recent staffing squeeze they'd promoted a number of the Program's more experience NCOs to officer positions and Dimitri had been one of the names put forward. Durov had wanted Ilya as well but the taciturn Ukrainian had begged off. Dimitri had almost followed his friend's example but Durov had put his foot down. While Ilya had the tactical experience but perhaps not the temperament, Dimitri had both in spades, and had frequently served in advance of his official rank, leading partisans or similar activities when they'd been behind enemy lines. Durov considered the big man his protégé and now Dimitri had attained his captaincy he felt confident that the promotion had been the right decision.

Chaya was listening in. She'd come to them shortly after Dimitri had, Abramovich's company hiding out in the ruins of the university buildings, textbooks in hand and determined to continue her chemical studies even with the war on. It had been quite ridiculous early on but she'd proved her worth, they all had. The woman had gone from civilian to solider, from making satchel charges and improvised mines to building their first Soviet-Goa'uld weaponry.

Durov knew he probably shouldn't have allowed the resumption of their relationship during the war now that she was an officer. An officer of Chernov's engineers, so not a direct subordinate, but if Abramovich died everyone knew it would be Durov to take command, even though he was only technically in command of the SG teams and didn't have the seniority of several of the other Colonels. He'd recommended her, just like a hundred others who'd been under Abramovich's command during the war and later joined the SGC, but with the intimacy of the Elysium base and particularly the greater discretion that was unavailable back on Earth it had perhaps been unwise to bring her along.

The discussions had unified into one effectively covering gossip, which perhaps the favourite subject of wives and soldiers. The Program had only a few Navy officers and one was holding forth regarding the recent developments to that arm of the service, as well as the politics of Zhukov's tenure as Minister of Defence.

"There's a great deal of effort being expended in bringing the different allies under the same command structure, talk of divisional liaisons for the Poles, Hungarians and so on, but no one seems to quite know how it'll turn out." Said the officer. "General, you were in Manchuria before weren't you? What do you think of this new 'International Army' they've started up?"

"Zhukov's in command isn't he?" asked another officer.

Durov had known this, and it was no wonder the man had complained regarding his busy schedule earlier in the day. "Yes the Boss sent him". He put in.

Abramovich cleared his throat, "So to address the motivation first, our foreign policy is effective one of spoiling attacks till we can get our hands on a Goa'uld fleet or defence fields strong enough to protect from nuclear attack. It's more complex than that but I'm only a general. Anyway, Comrade Malik's been doing that sort think in New York so I think the idea was essentially to build on that and claim the moral high ground. To backtrack a bit, when I was over there a couple of years ago Moscow wanted ideas for involving ourselves in different events. At that time there were two 'visions'. First, essentially what we were doing in Spain, the idea of 'volunteer' units to help out anyone who needed it. Comparably the other idea was supporting the Koreans or the Chinese with attachments, anti-air regiments, artillery, training, that sort of thing. I didn't think much of either so I told them so, and as had others apparently, so before the war started they got all the parties together and made what's now got the Americans pinned in Pusan."

The cigars and alcohol had begun to have an effect and Abramovich had started to ramble. He gestured effusively with his good arm as he did, but in the middle of his speech the phone rang, surprising him enough that he spilled his glass, swearing as he did so.

"Yes?" Abramovich demanded rather angrily as he picked up the receiver. Then he passed it to Durov.

"Ilya and Diakonoff reporting in." he told the listening room, then spoke into the receiver, "Run it through E5… Ilya! Go on the line's been secured."

"They'll be closer perhaps he can tell us what's going on over there." Quipped Chaya to the general's amusement.

"Yes go on Ilya, I'm listening." Said Durov and he started to repeat what he heard, covering the microphone as to not confuse Ilya's explanation with his repetition. "Success in China as we knew." He said briefly, "Confusion due to the fighting there and so on, but they followed the trail of the sacked museum artefacts north up to Beijing. The Nationalists sent some but it was captured by the Japanese and sent by rail away from the fighting as trophies apparently- Yes go on Ilya then what- Ah, some of the larger stuff went to Japan from Port Arthur, stuff we're not interested in apparently like a gold boat, but the smaller things went in boxes down through Korea, to be sent from Seoul by sea like the rest. It got stuck there at some port, there seems to have been some confusion about who owned it and a university took charge of it and had paid for the storage at this port."

"We should be able to get a look at it relatively easily." Said Basin, "I can send a cable-."

Durov interrupted him, sitting up in surprise, "What do you mean you're there now and so are the Americans!?"
 
4.1
Annex papers submitted by M. Webb following Central Intelligence Agency recommendations and intelligence on Soviet-aligned diplomatic and military activity in the Asian theatre.

THIS DOCUMENT CONTAINS INFORMATION AFFECTING THE NATIONAL DEFENSE OF THE UNITED STATES, WITHIN THE MEANING OF TITLE 18, SECTIONS 793 AND 194 OF THE U.S. CODE, AS AMENDED. ITS TRANSMISSION OR RECEIPT OF BY AND UNAUTHORSED PERSON IS PROHIBITED BY LAW THE REPRODUCTION OF THIS FORM IS PROHIBITED.



11 November 1949 - China/USSR/Korea - Unification of Chinese and Soviet Forces and Plans for War in Northeast Asia

  • The chairman of the Chinese Communist-North Korean-Soviet Joint Staff Departmental Pyongyang is Soviet Lieutenant General Ku-pa-no-fu (0657/1572/6179/1133). Hsien-ch'u (7281/0341/2806), commander of the Chinese Communist 40 Army, and HONG Tal-sin (3163/6671/5256), a Korean, are vice chairmen. All Chinese Communist and Soviet advisers to the North Korean Army are attached to this Department, which is in charge of the reorganization and re-equipping of North Korean troops.
  • In October 1949 a Sino-Soviet Joint Staff Headquarters was established in Mukden. Soviet Lieutenant General Ku-pa-no-fu is chairman, He attended a conference in 1949 at which the Far Eastern Military Alliance was ratified and is head of the Sino-Soviet-Korean Military Build-up Committee, with headquarters at Antung established in 1949, HO Chin-nien, deputy commander of the Northeast Military Area, is deputy chairman. This headquarters will direct all Chinese and Soviet forces in all military operations in Manchuria and Korea. It is unclear to what extent naval and air commanders are integrated into this structure.
  • The unification of Chinese and Soviet Far East forces will be decided by the end of June, LIU Shao-ch'i, CHU Te, and LIN Piac will be members of a Sino-Soviet Joint Command Headquarters, and NIBH Jung-chen, HSU Chiang-ch'ien, and HO Lung will be chief's of staff, According to a joint Sino-Soviet. statement, a front line from Korea to Indochina including the southeast Chine coast will be under the command of P'ENG Te-huai, CH'EN Li, and LIV Po-ch'eng with CH'EN Keng, SU Yu, and TENG Hua as deputies.
  • In the initial period of the war according to the Sino-Soviet interim alliance agreement concluded in September 1948 the Maritime Military District committed six divisions, East Siberia committed eight divisions, and West Siberia will commit eight divisions, five of the eight of the West Siberian divisions will help the Chinese strengthen the defences of Dairen, Port Arthur and the Pohai Gulf, in order to create a situation for an active offensive and to take Japan, Soviet Marshal Malinoveki will be supreme commander of Far East Army, Navy, and Air Forces, and CHU Te and LIU Shao'chi will be his deputies. The Chinese will assume responsibility to supply replacements and food in accordance with the views of the Far East Headquarters. The strength of the front line will be 2,00,000 to 3,500,000 men.
  • It is unclear what position senior Soviet officers such as ZHUKOV Georgy and SMONIAK Nikolai remain in military and strategic command of all Korean-Chinese-Soviet forces in Asia. It is highly likely ZHUKOV represents a 'military ambassador' of sorts, rather than directing military forces in Asia directly. Nevertheless, the influence of these officers should not be ignored on the general character of Sino-Soviet-Korean planning, organisation and operations.
  • The main strength of the Soviet forces which were stationed north of Sunchiat'al (121-56, 39-57) have been ordered to move south along a line from Chinchou (121-07, 41-07) to Tahushan (122-07, 41-38), Also branches of ten military and political training schools and three airborne training school from Tsitsihar, Changchun, and Kirin moved to the Chinchou-Tahushan area, a branch of the Sunghwachiang Naval Academy was recently established at Hulutao (121-01, 40-44). In mid-April, except for a division of KAO Sang's forces at T'aenan (122-47,45-2.) and Angangeh'i. (12348, 47-09).




2 June 1949 - China/USSR/Korea Soviet Control of Air Forces, Antung, Soviet Air Reserve Force, Dairen-Port Arthur

Comment: This information was received during the period 15 April-1 June 1949


  • The Sino-Soviet-Korean Air Forces Combined Command Headquarters at Antung is under the direct command of the Soviet Far East Headquarters. Soviet Air Force General Nomansk is senior adviser to the Antung headquarters. Soviet Air Force Colonel Zatsarev is chief adviser to the Chinese Communist and North Korean Joint Operations Section, Air Headquarters, Antung.
  • All MIG sorties over North Korea are directed by a Soviet air commander. Soviet pilots often lead attacks against UASF fighters; other times they act as spotters, directing from higher altitudes the attacking Chinese Communist and North Korean pilots.
  • The four airfields known as the Antung Complex have a minimum of 500 jet fighters attached at any given time. Under command of 300 Soviet Air Force officers, 800 North Korean Air Force personnel and 3,000 Chinese Communist Air Force personnel are available for duty on a 24 hour basis.
  • The Soviet Air Advisory Commission, under General Nomansk, is responsible to the Soviet air commander of the Dairen-Port Arthur area. Round-the-clock flights from Dairen to the Antung Complex fields are piloted exclusively by Soviet airmen while Soviet air officers rotate to Dairen and Port Arthur for rest leave. Families of senior air officers are quartered in the Port Arthur area.
  • The Soviet Air Force has approximately 2000 aircraft in Port Arthur and Dairen. These planes are jets, conventional fighters, and light bombers of Soviet origin. These aircraft are exclusive of those planes assigned to the Chinese Communist Air Force.
  • These Soviet reserve force planes are committed to the 'air exclusion zone' announced as a reaction to USAF bombing of the Korean peninsula, while others based on the Peninsula operate against USAF air assets south of the Daegon area. Soviet Far East aircraft will carry a variety of markings and it is confirmed that different nationalities will fly in different planes to create confusion among USAF forces. Soviet air tactics and training is present in all Sino-Korean forces. Occasionally experienced Soviet formations will fly intentionally decrease performance to lure USAF attacks. Any unidentified formation must be assumed to be of veteran capabilities, and it is suspected that experimental Soviet air assets have been deployed including during the EXPUNGED, 1950.


1 February 1950 - China/USSR/Korea - Memorandum for the Director of Central Intelligence - Subject: Soviet and 'International Volunteer'' Forces

CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY

INFORMATION REPORT - TOP SECRET

Since the beginning of the Korean war, there has been an increasing number of reports of Soviet troops in Communist China, Manchuria, and Korea. The accumulated evidence available to CIA confirms the existence of Soviet line combat units in these areas: Liaoning and Jilin (Manchuria) as well as Kangwon, Kaesong and Chagang (Korea) with the regional headquarters in Pyongyang. GSE Furthermore, some organized Soviet anti-aircraft, artillery, signal, engineer, and coast artillery units are probably present although they may be attached to Chinese or North Korean forces in technical or training capacities further south. Some units which appear to be Soviet, may be in fact be Chinese with Soviet advisors. It is known that there are many Soviet military advisors in these areas. It is estimated that there are 30,000 Soviet advisors with the Chinese Communist military forces alone. No significant Soviet Army formations are present in the areas of Jeolla, Gyeongsang or Chungcheong but it is highly likely formations could be deployed swiftly to these locations.

Intelligence confirms both low level operational reports, as well as announcements by the governments of North Korea, China and the USSR of the formation of an International Volunteer Army. Due to Soviet disinformation tactics it is unclear whether this army is deployed in Korea independently of national armies and formations already there, or whether these formations are themselves within the overall structure of the IVA. Unconfirmed reports state that this force will be used in an invasion of Japan and/or Taiwan, however despite Soviet naval forces in both Port Arthur and the Sea of Japan any naval operation is unlikely. Reports allege variously that this army is composed of nationals from every European Satellite, ''Mongols,'' Japanese (as many as 300,000), Chinese, Indians, Malays, Indonesians, Burmese and Filipinos, as well as Soviets. The most conservative report indicates that the International Volunteer Force is merely another name for a Soviet-sponsored tactical advisory group whose 40,000 personnel will be distributed among the North Korean and Chinese Communist tactical units opposing the UN forces. The most extreme statement refers to 2,500,000 men. The figure most frequently mentioned is about 400,000 men with associated supporting units.

It has also been reported that an International Volunteer Air Force has been organized with headquarters at Mukden. The commander of this force reputedly is the deputy commander of the Soviet Far Eastern Air Forces. It has-been alleged that, under the agreement establishing this force, the USSR was to supply 4,500 aircraft and that most of the pilots were to be Soviet. It is confirmed that significant Soviet air assets are already based in the Korean peninsula as well as Manchuria. It is highly likely the current air exclusion zone established by Soviet-aligned forces north of the Daejeon area interdicting USAF operations in that area is directed from the Soviet headquarters in Pyongyang.

The principal confirmed fact that emerges from the welter of reports of an International Volunteer Force is that the Communist ground and air forces involved in the Korean conflict are already of an international character, and, insofar as the Chinese Communists are concerned, they are ''volunteers.'' Any foreign units that may now be committed are almost certainly incorporated within the existing Sino-Soviet-North Korean command framework. Hence, since this de facto Communist International Force already exists in the Far East, the Communists can label the entire force as 'International Volunteer Force' by fiat at any time. Therefore, from a political perspective is not considered significant that certain formations may be technically under specific national commands as the end result remains the same.

Although all the motives for the creation of a "Communist International Volunteer Force'' may not be fully apparent at the present time, the USSR has one great advantage in having such a force active in the Far East: a Communist "International Volunteer Force'' has provided the USSR with both a medium and a pretext for expanded participation in the Korean war, while disguising the specific units involved, allowing the confirmed deployment of veteran Guards Armored units alongside recently formed Korean armoured units. This participation has been gradually increased to a point where a state of war between the US and the USSR would exist in fact: Through the device of the International Volunteer Force, however, the USSR might expect to deny the US a legitimate basis for a direct attack on the USSR, thus nullifying the most potent striking force of the US. Public statements from the governments of France and Britain confirm the reluctance of allied nations to participate in actions in the Asian theatre which could escalate this conflict outside said theatre.

WILLIAM L. LANGER

Assistant Director National Estimates








Michael they basically ignored these.

I brought up a few of your points from the initial report but I know that only a few of the others actually read any of the recommendations. No one trusts you lot, not since the failures in anticipating the nuclear testing or the lack of naval build up, or all the rest of it. You know how much tension there is at the moment and while Kramer et al. are more receptive and actually talk to people we have to do everything through these back channels because the 'Shogun' won't hear it. There's a final meeting before you-know-what is properly decided, and maybe I'll be able to slip a few points into the meeting notes.

First meeting is Tuesday, but Thursday is more important. We'll talk Monday.

R. Armstrong

P.S. watch your back!
 
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Oh! It's alive, alive! But really, nice to see it back
Keep in mind this was published 6 years ago, went on a years long hiatus, then came back when I started posting on here and other places rather than just FFnet, I have a tendency to have gaps of a few months unfortunately. There's a few reasons for the hiatus this time, some of them IRL stuff, some story stuff. I will say that I've largely decided to write this korea chapter and then an epilogue, and thereby finish the story. Basically I've done the thing I initially set out to do, and the problems that are emerging as it goes on are ones I don't really have answers to. I'll note this sort of thing in the epilogue though so there's the Korea chapter and then expect it after that.
 
I'll be crossposting this explanation so a short explanation of the explanation first:

As I've mentioned elsewhere I've basically decided I'll be ending this fic after the korea chapter. I'll have an epilogue and a longer discussion of what I thought went well and not so well to reflect on it, but essentially I've done what I intended to do when I started this and I'm satisfied with how it turned out. One of the problems I'll go more into in this post and later once I've finished the story is the problem with me not really knowing how to combine the different elements of the story and ending up with sometime suboptimal. For example, I've not really been able to present the events occurring out of the scope of the story without either clumsily having someone spout off about them, or by using a timeline post which I've always found rather crude. Nevertheless because we're going into Korea I don't want people asking why such and such a thing is happening or telling me its incredible. As such, here are several posts laying out the logic. As ever I don't claim to be an expert on this sort of thing, so specific points ("Actually Beria would do X") are generally irrelevant as I've been aiming for a veneer of authenticity not total historical accuracy. I would however be interested in points regarding the narrative and how to improve presenting such issues in future.

How the stargate changes this timeline's geopolitics

The stargate is mainly a strategic technology. It allows the user access to the network, and the planets therein. Firstly, this means the Soviets can set up the colonies they have. These have a variety of benefits including increased resources from colonisation, 'living space' as well as places to put discontents without killing them. Therefore ITL the Soviets are more powerful in both absolute and relative terms. Firstly, they just have more stuff, they haven't needed to do as much settlement of Sibera as much and can settle Planet X instead. Also Planet X can have whatever I as the author want to put on it. I've generally limited myself in this, but for example Vulcan was mining for 2000 years and had a big pile of gold he wasn't using which the Soviets can use to buy foreign machinery, sell less food, and do various other things. Some of this is authorial fiat, but other parts are the ordinary activities a colonising power would undertake when interacting with terra nullis or terra somebodyelseis.

Those might be some of the direct consequences of having the stargate, but there's a reason the Prime Directive exists. That sort of technology and the implications of it influence culture and politics. The most basic element of this is that the ever paranoid Stalin is just a lot more chill now. Not to the extent that he doesn't go around being as murderous as usual, but now he can exile people much more easily and they can't escape or communicate through the stargate. OTL Stalin was jealous of Zhukov's fame and military accomplishments so he sidelined him. ITL Stalin can just put him in charge of the 'ministry of special military projects' or whatever I called it in the chapter and Zhukov will be fine with that because its really important. There's still a tension in the stargate project being originally a military thing and then bringing in a load of political elements, however the relationship between the military and political sides of the USSR is less fraught. Some people in the background are probably concerned about bonapartism, but they're keeping quiet for now. Furthermore, because they've got about 50 planets of various development levels in reserve. Mutually assured destruction isn't mutually assured anymore, and that's to say nothing of getting shields from the underground nazis or someone else and putting them over big cities, or getting a fleet of gliders to get bombers etc. I've avoided giving them massive power ups like this because I didn't think it would be particularly interesting, but there is something to be said for civilisations getting tech before they're 'ready' like the klingons' history.

How does this affect foreign policy? Don't look at me I don't know. This is one of those things which I'm less interested in, for one thing because its so open to attack by people who know more about it than me. I've so far written the story assuming that due to the above factors, the USSR turns away from Socialism in One Country, though not necessarily toward world revolution either. Basically the new policy is to delay. The Politburo knows that as long as they can avoid total nuclear war, maintain a general peace for 10 years they'll be so far ahead that they can subsequently win any Earth war. This means supporting foreign conflicts, like when I had someone mentioned the Greek civil war which in this timeline is ongoing in the hills of Hellas and Thessalay, the Greeks have support from the balkans and soviet advisors. NATO are concerned about a soviet presence in the Med but can't really get them out yet. If the USSR can play defensively, make spoiling attacks like the Greek situation, as well as keep the stargate stuff like moving people out quiet enough they've won. I've also interpreted this to mean the squabbling over who Lenin's true heir is less violent and therefore the Soviets are more accepting of other countries like Yugoslavia and China being more ideologically diverse, and with their additional resources the USSR are more happy to help out instead of OTL where they 'traded' a load of chinese industry for nuclear tech. Here nukes are becoming obsolete because the Soviets know about naqudah bombs and orbital bombardments.

This means the USSR (and communism in general) is more outgoing, successful, but also both militarily peaceful, but ideologically aggressive. This might lead to a worse Red Scare, as well as a general loosening of restrictions in the USSR in terms of art etc. Again, although some people high up probably don't support that sort of thing, other people will be saying that it doesn't really matter. This would take off after Zhukov takes over, which he's going to do after Stalin dies (not exactly as he did OTL but probably in a pretty similar manner) because ITL Zhukov doesn't trust anyone else to do it, and because I think it would be interesting. Assume Bonapartism accusations go up, probably not without reason...

What does everyone else think about all this? The Soviet-aligned states are quite happy. Yugoslavia and China are getting help and advice, normal non-alien tech and so on, while the Warsaw pact are being allowed to have their own heavy industry because the USSR now has a load of planets to farm on. Non aligned powers are perceiving this as some sort of new happier communism and are far more interested in the surprising success the USSR is having (all Vulcan's gold among other things). For example, Hungary is meant to happen around about where the story is now. I don't like the term 'butterflied' as it disrespects causality, but that's basically what would happen here. Again the Soviets are just wanting to delay. They wouldn't start doing free elections, but they might offer some compromise designed to put any anger off for a few years.

NATO and friends are more split. The US is deeply concerned and while they're less worried about the USSR invading, they're terrified of the popularity of communism and even conservative rightist newspapers or individuals remarking on how well the USSR is doing, helped along by useful idiots. I'm not saying everyone starts wearing a red armband overnight, but you could compare it with how Russia's military adventures are acknowledged to be effective, if not morally good today. The political authorities don't really want to escalate anything because the US public is tired of war and they don't want to look like the aggressor, while countries like Britain and France are busy elsewhere in rebuilding and decolonisation. In the last chapter I implied they aren't involved in the Korean War as they were OTL.

Specific to the US, as I indicated in the last chapter there's disorder internally in the US establishment. The CIA keep being wrong about things like Soviet nuclear tech, as well as soviet grand strategy, so no one trusts them. Also no one trusts them because no one can work out why the Soviet industrial production, gdp etc are so massively off what they 'should' be, which is the Soviets cheating with a few bits of alien tech, as well as trading and colonial stuff. The Revolt of the Admirals is probably a bit worse because the Soviets are even less naval focused, and this leads to a big mess when Korea comes around.

Now getting onto Korea and the implications of these changes: I think it probably started a little earlier, and there was far more communication and joined up command, possible a red painted SHAEF etc. While OTL there were soviet advisors and pilots helping the Koreans and Chinese, ITL there are soviet line units, and Zhukov's been sent over to do stuff. Meanwhile the soviets are messing about in the UN (despite Taiwan etc) and veto the resolution to get everyone involved (delay delay delay, regardless of specific political principles). As OTL the American forces are already in motion and the US largely ignores the lack of legitimacy, but the Soviets are prepared and now it looks to the rest of the world like the US is maintaining Ree while he massacres communists in the south, while the Sino-Korean-Soviet alliance (by their powers combined) and 'International Volunteer Force' are valiantly trying to maintain self determination. The main part of the war occurs as OTL with the Reds sweeping down the peninsula, but the Soviets are intercepting sorties over most of the peninsula, and have set up a no fly zone, which again looks really good for them because the Reds can do without bombing while the US uses it a lot. OTL the US flattened every building they could and here the Soviets are claiming they're preventing that. Meanwhile in the US camp there isn't good communication between political leaders wanting to protect Korea/Japan and contain communist influence (Long Telegram as OTL I imagine), naval and army leaders not being able to decide and agree how to do the Battle of Icheon (the plan at least would probably be as ITL, hoping to cut the peninsula in half and send a massive air sortie to help out, bombard various bits with existing naval supremacy etc), and no one trusts the CIA when they say that they've heard there's a hidden Soviet armoured unit in Seoul.

I've used the characters to get them involved in this. Diakonoff has been tracking down Goauld stuff and ended up in Seoul as I wrote out in a previous chapter, while Durov is heading over to grab the stuff Diakonoff's found. I'm aware its rather convenient that he's over there at that time but I think its acceptable in this case. Meanwhile the TelTak has good sensors and they just happen to need to test these new anti-ship bombs.

Now I've probably missed some stuff of this, but discussions of the above encouraged as usual. Haven't written the next chapter yet but might do an interlude in Busan first.
 
12.1
Decided to end the fic, see the extended note at the end.

-x-

Captain Robert Armstrong of the 101st Airborne Division was twiddling his thumbs alongside a crowd of other officers waiting for the briefing to start. As a man of action sitting about made him rather bored, but it was also rather cold in Japan and he could feel the tips of his fingers going numb.

Schmitt was lurking about with a few of his friends from Section 2 and the man turned to see Armstrong looking at him. Schmitt have him a meaningful nod but Armstrong didn't really know him enough to understand what it actually meant.

There had been rumours flying around for months about when they'd be starting a proper offensive into Korea to take the fight to the Soviets and their allies, and many of those in the room veterans of Operations Torch and Overlord, with Armstrong himself having been involved in every major aerial deployment of the last war. However, this was a staff briefing not a regimental one and Armstrong wasn't senior enough to have been involved in any previous planning at larger scales.

All around him were men of the US X Corps under General Almond. The General was experienced but had a series of poor command choices and failures under him, some of which Armstrong had witnessed when he'd fought alongside the 92nd​ in Italy. He'd heard that Almond was an able administrator but that didn't make a good soldier. The General hadn't even been able to command negro troops and Armstrong didn't think he had the stomach for war.

Just then Almond's aide Haig walked in and addressed them "Gentlemen." He said, "Come with me please."

They all marched along after Haig into a wider arena with a number of boards, maps and all the associated paraphernalia of military strategy laid out and Armstrong took his place next to a few others he knew reasonably well, listening closely as Haig began his speech, General Almond frowning next to him, beady eyes narrowed, and despite his poor opinion of the man Armstrong didn't meet his gaze, looking down at his notes instead.

Haig began and Almond followed, expositing a large amphibious operation to take the port of Icheon and cut across the Korean peninsula, the central idea being that such a hazardous landing wouldn't be expected and, supported by a massive air campaign which would destroy all roads in the area, would prevent any meaningful counterattack from the forces currently besieging Pusan.

"Colonel Ovenshine's RCT to proceed south to Suwon, with the 7th​ Recon and 41st​ Heavy Tank battalion…" Haig droned on.

Witte was absent. Armstrong wondered where he'd gotten to, there'd been some scuttlebutt that Witte would be leading one of the Regimental Combat Teams.

The main force would depart from Yokohama at 0400 on the doomful day, with General Smith commander of 1st​ Marines and part of X Corps leading that element. Armstrong knew Smith had had many conflicts with Almond and wondered who'd assigned that particular commander into that position.

Over the course of the briefing a feeling of dread slowly built in the back of Armstrong's mind. Frankly they needed more time, the war had not gone well for the United Nations, or, given the Soviets had vetoed the intervention resolutions in New York, really just the US a some select allies. Other officers far more senior than Armstrong had said it but MacArthur had carried on with his impulse to attack regardless. From the start they'd been on the back foot, again and again they'd been driven back, lacking the heavier weapons, tanks and planes to make any significant defense till they'd fortified Busan. The Soviets weren't bombing them, but they were interdicting any attempt at the same sort of strategic air campaign that had worked so well against the Germans and the Army's political masters in Washington had forbade escalations such as significant air operations.

Inter-service rivalry had reared its ugly head more than once. Smith and his Marines had wanted to take charge over any whispered amphibious operation, and in general wanted more planning and were complaining loudly that there wasn't enough already. The Navy were sticking their head in occasionally, eager for glory in a campaign which had so far seen them limited to their docks and patrols, and the Airforce were split, some between the strategic bombing advocates and others noting caution, that the conditions were completely different from those in Germany. The Army had always maintained that they should lead as the main campaign was a land one, and that the operation would be land based after the initial amphibious landing, and clearly eventually they'd won out if what Almond was now saying was true about the supporting operations.

"1st marine division, less the 5th, loaded at Kobe, the 5th at Pusan," Armstrong made a note "the escorting naval vessels, the Gunfire Support Group, and the command ships, at Sasebo…"

Even the X Corps itself was a half-baked affair, thrown together from capable but ultimately unrelated personnel, and saddled with useless and hazardous allied troops. The 101st​ had been given about 50 Koreans to fill gaps and most of them could barely speak English. They'd also been ordered to spread disinformation among them by announcing plans within earshot in case any were spies. It was almost impressment, they'd given the Koreans 6 weeks of training with wooden rifles and they must have fired a few rounds each only, completed two practice jumps and barely been able to feed them up enough to resolve the issues of malnutrition so present among Asian natives after the last war.

Planning overall had been poor and only Macarthur's motivation and jolliness had been able to keep away a cloud of despair. Frantic attempts to exercise scenarios such as a breakout from a beachhead, opposed river crossings and so on had been conducted and Armstrong had been drilling his men for weeks, ready, or at least as ready as they could be, to spring into action whenever one of the rumors hinted at an offensive.

With a heavy weight in his stomach Armstrong stood as the briefing ended, exchanging looks with a few of the officers he'd spoken with about his concerns before.

"I guess we gotta go." Remarked one with a shrug when Armstrong questioned him, "Orders are orders Bobby. Good luck and I'll see you on the other side."

Michael was standing outside, wearing a military uniform.

"You can be shot for impersonation you know." Remarked Armstrong, the sight amusing him a little.

Michael shrugged, "I'm a spy, its sort of expected, besides this is better than an invisibility cloak."

Michael was one of the CIA's guys, an analyst assigned to the military headquarters in Japan but with plenty of operational experience which had evidently allowed him to pick up a uniform somewhere. He'd been trying to get his reports in through the back channels and Armstrong had been helping him before the CIA had been ejected and packed back off to the US because their reports kept being inaccurate. A few had stayed out of duty and were trying to help out where they could.

"We're being set up to fail." Armstrong confessed, sharing a cigarette back in Michael's office. "It reminds me of this church in Colombia, the window really, the Lord looking down, a sword over you just waiting to fall…"

Michael murmured in a non-committal manner.

"We don't have aerial superiority now, and if this new air offensive fails we're done, corsairs off the carriers won't be able to do much, if the Soviets get enough warning… if they get up in time… if they can move forces near enough quick enough…"

"I'm surprised at you." Michael replied after a while, "I've been the one who's been pessimistic so far, they took us by surprise but we'll take them in the second half, you'll see. Here, have a drink with me, that'll cheer you up!"

Armstrong considered it, "No." he refused, "It's tempting but I need to take a final look over some G-2 reports."

He stood, extending a hand to Michael and they shook in the same way they had back at the Citadel.

"Go dogs!" Michael grinned.

"Down the field!"

Later, much later, after the roar of aircraft engines and the cold air rushing past, after the wrenching of the parachute cord and the gunfire and smoke, after three days of battle and after they'd thoroughly been defeated Armstrong was brought before a smirking Soviet Colonel inside his command post.

"Captain." The Russian addressed him and Armstrong noticed he was wearing the same black beret that a man of the 101st​ would have worn.

"Colonel." Armstrong grunted back, too tired to care about politeness.

"I am Colonel Maskirovka, your pocket is surrounded and I am aware you are out of ammunition. I do not intend to massacre you, but nor do I advise you create another Bastone."

The Russian spoke well and Armstrong regarded his cold eyes thoughtfully. In fact their pocket still had a moderate store of ammo and supplies that Armstrong, the most senior unwounded officer in the area, had ordered maintained in case of the need for a breakout.

"I am not willing to surrender at this time." Armstrong replied, then with a sigh continued, "However I request the present ceasefire be extended, and I'll give you my word that we'll take no offensive action."

The Colonel nodded, "I accept this proposal, and further I'm willing to send you medical supplies and personnel."

Armstrong smarted, it wasn't his custom to accept the charity of an enemy, but he hardly had any choice and thanked the Russian through gritted teeth, moving onto smaller actions before he left. Frustration built in him at the sight of the Soviet car he was to depart in, not having had any vehicles operation within the pocket to travel in and he turned to the Colonel before he left. "This isn't the end."

It was a futile gesture, but the honour of the Army demanded it. The Colonel seemed amused though. "I agree Captain; this is a time of many beginnings."

-x-

AN: And that's where I'll leave it I think.

Essentially I've lost interest in this story, and the last substantive update was last year, with the story already have a years long hiatus in the middle. I've enjoyed writing it, but there have been many problems. Some of these are more serious, like my difficulties in conveying information in story form rather than as a timeline which perhaps would have been a better format, to the minutiae of which hat a character should wear to be Soviet accurate and maintain verisimilitude. I've enjoyed writing it, and I'll be issuing one more update following this one with a very short stinger section and a more in depth discussion of my reflections on the story, what I've learned and so on which others may find useful if they plan to write.

I'm now going to be moving onto other projects where I'll explore other issues. This story has explored the themes of development and disruption, and a project I've recently started will be exploring agency in interactive fiction, that is to say 'questing', and is currently active on SuffientVelocity under the title "Orc Quest; or, A Critical Examination of Agency Through in Interactive Fiction", it's based in the Warcraft universe. You'll be able to find it by searching that title and my username. We're currently on the character creation so if you want to influence that come over and have a look. I'm interested in how we interpret agency, and the constraints of it to the different choices the 'questers' encounter in this medium.

As mentioned I've enjoyed writing this and I'd also like to thank all the various reviewers and commenters who've assisted in the process of writing with suggestions and critique.

I'll write up the final 'chapter' at some point soon, but I'd find it helpful for you to mention any reflections you had on it, things done well and things done not so well, as I'd like to use this as an exercise to improve as a writer.
 
Epilogue
"Gentlemen, Mr President." An admiral greeted the room.

The leaders of the United States, military, political, intelligence, were gathered in one of the airier conference rooms available to the federal government, not far from the Capitol building, seated around a large rectangular table. The day was overcast and rainy and a few of the shoulders of gold-braided uniforms were damp with drizzle.

Eisenhower sat at the end of the table, a thousand thoughts swirling through the mind of the President.

Many officers and other excellent men would speak during meeting and Eisenhower was reminded of ancient councils and feudal courts in all the tales of puissant nobility. Each postured for the importance of their own statements, the primacy of their intelligence, yet as each one spoke the President thought it seemed to only contribute to a general confusion and paralysis of government. Even among the military it seemed to contribute more to fractious activity than cooperation.

"We have come to understand that our previous assessments of Soviet activity, capabilities and motivations are distinctly inaccurate." Announced one doleful spy, "Since 1948 we've been predicting a general collapse due to our assessments of Soviet economic activity yet it appears from the announcements of the Soviets as well as our own more current assessments of growth and resource extraction that the Soviets are far more advanced than we'd previously considered, and have benefited greatly from recent trade in Asia specifically. We're aware of extensive colonisation efforts and we must conclude that the Soviets simply have far more resources, especially in precious metals, than we've expected. The Soviets continue to maintain their deception efforts to obfuscate their economic status, particularly in the publication of intentionally conflicting reports of famines and general resources shortages which we can no longer blame on the standard Soviet behaviour of refusing to admit to weakness."

The reports went on, announcing general ignorance of Soviet foreign policy and what journalists and students of international politics had called 'The Human Face of Communism' in recent years. While Eisenhower's attention had been focused on fighting a dozen fires from the Middle East to South America the Soviets had suddenly become far friendlier, giving extensive aid, technology, and even military support. The Korean War had been lost, ignominiously lost, and not only by MacArthur due in large part to the Soviet direct interference. At the start Eisenhower remembered the briefings he'd been getting, though at the time he was posted in Europe, constant reports that no, in fact the Soviet tank divisions were in fact Korean ones, and would surely be destroyed once they faced American armour, that the Soviets had inferior technology such as radar and would never be able to sense various air attacks such as the disaster that had led to the Seoul Massacres. As it turned out later elements of several intelligence services had announced these issues but had been disregarded, such as a note discussing Soviet anti-ship missiles adapted from similar German technology. They'd lost a carrier and a battleship off Seoul because of these failures, with the greatest losses the US had seen Normandy in prisoners, dead and wounded.

"We are particularly concerned by the Soviet change in policy regarding what we might call 'ideological purity', and especially the resurrection of the Cominterm under Premier Zhukov. Ideologically opposed variants of Communism, especially in the Balkans had previously been reluctant to engage with the Soviet centre under Stalin but that had begun to change, and then swung dramatically toward integration under Zhukov. The geopolitical aim of the Soviet Union appears to no longer be the union of labour organisations in various states, with one speech commencement note during the Fifth International stating, quote, 'the conquest of power is not on the agenda as an immediate task'. We note even greater alarm at the rehabilitation of previous political hazardous ideas such as those of Trotsky, and the greater engagement conducted by the Soviets with the Atlee government of Great Britain, who we previously regarded as a damaged, but essentially reliable ally."

Zhukov! That had been a surprise. Eisenhower remembered the frantic briefings going around in the days after Stalin's death, so and so moving divisions to such and such a base, flights of politicians rushing like racehorses all rushing to solidify power. It hadn't been as bloody as they'd expected, or rather Zhukov's men had operated far more quietly than expected at least. Half the Politburo had been packed off to various meaningless posts and the upper ranks filled with military men. 'Bonapartism' had been thrown about on the airwaves but Zhukov's gentler policies, amnesties and promises of a new beginning and prestige as a military officer, as well as closeness to Stalin had secured his rule. Then came the Thaw as the international press had called it. Zhukov had glorified Stalin, but also admitted that, what was the phrase, that they'd become drunk on their own success, that actions were taken that wouldn't have been under conditions other than total war, and other such excuses. Eisenhower had respected the man, even considered them to have a reasonably close relationship as officers of formerly allied powers, yet Zhukov had cooled toward him.

"We are confident that Soviet science exceeds our own in several areas, in rocketry, computing, in guidance and other military electronic technologies, and in other more complex engineering issues. The general impetus of the Soviet research efforts appears to be a greater emphasis on quality rather than quantity, especially given the recent reorganisation of military districts and advances in nuclear technology in both the military and civilian sectors. However, we retain significant advantages in artillery, airpower and naval forces."

The Soviets had almost decommissioned their navy. All battleships had been broken up, with a couple laid up as museum ships. There was some new small cruiser design with keels laid down in several yards, apparently an attempt to fill the cruiser roll relatively cheaply and with the capacity for many upgrades. At least the navy were confident in their ability to beat the Soviets at sea, that had mollified them somewhat since the Rebellion of the Admirals and the general anger from that service at the cuts that had been forced on them since the general Soviet stand-down at sea.

The meeting went on and on with Eisenhower's headache growing. He knew he had another briefing later on Iran, or was it Iraq? He could hardly remember anymore.

Almost in a daze he left the building, the rain had started again and it pattered on the windows as they drove down Pennsylvania Avenue. More meetings passed, Eisenhower hardly paying attention, his mind on the threat.

He wasn't even sure it was a threat. Geopolitical of course, as every interaction between powers had proven since Thucydides, but the Soviets were pursuing a bizarre policy of aggressive friendliness, seemingly unafraid of war and constantly making their position clear through all channels, acquiring a reputation for keeping their word that was swaying many of the undecided countries toward their side.

"Mr President?" an advisor asked, shocking Eisenhower out of his trance.

He looked over wordlessly.

"Mr Green is waiting outside."

Green!

"How long's he been there?" Green was not a man to keep waiting, a mercurial genius he'd been responsible for half the technological developments in the last five years and had hauled his growing conglomerate up to the top of the American industrial index.

"Several hours' sir, but we've informed him several times that you're very busy today, the usual spiel. He's insisted on staying, meeting 'at your convenience' he says."

Keeping him waiting wasn't terrible, but it was hardly ideal, not when Green had brought him a whole state of votes almost on his own after he'd supported Eisenhower's campaign.

"Bring him in-" he paused, looking over his desk, "No wait, give me ten minutes and send in some coffee first."

The advisor disappeared and Eisenhower composed himself.

Eventually after a caffeine fortification Green was led in. A tall thin man, handsome but rather cold, almost like he didn't understand human interactions, but such was the case with such men apparently.

The greetings were warm enough; Eisenhower had never had an uninteresting meeting with the man after all.

"I must apologise for the delays Mr Green," Eisenhower said, "I'm afraid I've had several important meetings today and events have rather overtaken me."

"The crown weighs uneasy, is that the phrase?" replied Green with an unsettling smirk, "Please don't be concerned, I had some rather interesting reading to get though."

"Oh?"

"Yes I'm thinking of building the largest dam in the world."

It was typical of Green, and the man had shown the raw intellect necessary for such projects in the past. "I'm sure Nevada will be inconsolable!" replied Eisenhower, which got a genuine smile out of Green.

The pleasantries continued until Green came to his point, "I've requested this meeting to brief you on several technologies we're developing that may be of benefit to the United States."

Eisenhower nodded, not surprised at this remark, "I'll be happy to hear about them, and you must know that your country thanks you for the service you give, in your own way. I would note though that I've several Secretaries who I'm sure would be able to give you a more useful ear."

"I don't trust your government." Replied Green easily. "Or your officers."

"Oh?" Eisenhower remarked in turn.

"Mr President, my technology is mine, I've been burned before by the military when my equipment has made its way into my competitors' hands due to the connections your officials have in industry."

Indeed, thought Eisenhower, and Dulles crossed you to his cost, though he stayed silent. Green was best handled carefully.

"You have your second term coming up, and I'm happy to support you again," continued Green, "I fully expect you to win, and once you do you'll have no interests. I find it advantageous to operate 'on this side' as it were, and I hope that can continue, but I expect to be given due consideration under the law as any businessman would."

That was the trouble with Green, he was almost brutish in his success, largely uninterested in lobbying, his technology just too useful, his new radar systems having apparently leapt a generation by themselves.

"My concern is the welfare of this country and it citizens." Replied Eisenhower, somewhat uncomfortable with the conversation which was fringing on various anti-trust issues Green had been constrained by in his rise. "I'll use any weapon I can. They call you a captain of industry, well I was a general once, and captains are always needed."

"I'm glad you think so Mr President, and I look forward to working more closely with you."

Eisenhower wondered he was angling for, another raft of government contracts maybe? An entry into politics in general? "And I you Mr Green." He replied neutrally.

Green smiled that unsettling smile again, "Please Mr President," he said, "Call me Seth."



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And there we'll leave it. Story complete with some exposition and an amusing cliffhanger.

As promised in the note after the last chapter I'll now go into some reflections on this story and my writing of it.

Firstly, I began this with a specific objective, to write a Soviet Stargate story. At the time of writing several years ago there were two stories featuring the a Soviet Stargate program, however I felt nether properly reflected the cultural differences such a program would have, and I set out to establish these and write a story about it. There are lots of 'alt stargate' stories, which might have French, British or other stargate programs, yet usually these file off the US stuff from canon and replace it with newly named bits, calling a base New France or a ship Royal Sovereign or similar. They don't go into the cultural differences and specifics of the program and therefore serve well as Stargate stories as a low sci-fi universe, but fail in writing a distinctive story and building the world of the alternate program.

I set out to write a Soviet Stargate Story, and write a story about a Soviet Stargate program. I would generally say I've been successful in this, though in some areas less successful than I'd like. I've intentionally limited myself, for example we've had a lot of scenes of people sitting about in conferences and me putting a lot of exposition into the story in this manner. I don't generally like writing like this, and I've often considered that this might have been better as a timeline, but I feel that would be somehow unsubtle and I like to think of myself as a 'better' writer than that, though perhaps a more snobbish one. To use an example, we don't see the first activation of the Stargate, we just hear about it with the first scene as a conference.

I've covered various issues I think would be important to the Soviets in their own program, for example, the specifics of geopolitical change caused by the Soviets, as well as the issues in development of other planets and interference in other societies. The most direct example of this would be the dome-city planet where they lead a revolution, whereas another example which I've presented less well would be the romans. While this is a story about communism, rather than a specifically communist story I've used various Marxist political theory while writing this story, such as Trotsky's Uneven and Combined Development theory which broadly states that different communities develop at different rates, and that the more backward the development the more violent the transition to a developed state, and as such I've portrayed societies as being highly disrupted by the Soviet interference, whereas in canon the societies remain largely static.

As mentioned I think I've been largely successful in writing possibly the best current example of a story about a Soviet Stargate program. However, I've noticed certain weaknesses. Firstly, a tension between the different ways of telling a story. I tend toward historical and fantasy stuff, character and plot driven, whereas this has been fairly wandering. I don't really want to write about Stargate stuff because in a lot of cases the standard 'go to planet, liberate, develop planet' would be quite boring. I've also been let down by my ignorance and unwillingness to research certain issues more. I could have written the last chapter out as a big arc going into how the Soviets have adapted alien tech, but I didn't, I referred to it indirectly because I don't want to get lost in a sea of tabs on various things like the order of battle in Korea and the careers of various officers. In short, SG1 found goauld stuff in Seoul (presumably from Lord Yu's rule of China), and called it in, the Soviets grabbed it and Durov used a Tel'tak's sensors to detect American activity in the Battle of Icheon, using the enhanced guided bombs from a few chapters ago to sink big US ships leading to a crushing victory over the US and the end of the Korean War with the US surrender. I could have written that in a timeline update but again I find it unsubtle.

Other failures have dogged this story. For example, I know Stargate stuff and some Marxist political theory but I don't really know about the Soviet experience in general. Some of this is minor like 'actually that's the wrong hat' or 'lasers hadn't been invented yet', but this all chips away at the verisimilitude of the story and annoys me as an author. Even the naming of characters causes controversy just as it would if I identified what I perceived as a silly name in a work I read. Sometimes I do this deliberately, for example, in the last chapter Durov introduced himself as 'Colonel Maskirovka', which means 'Colonel Masquerade' because Durov is there incognito and that's the sort of joke he'd play.

I also could have leant into the specifics of the Soviets more, for example a day in the life of the disrupted societies they influence, how Vulcan or Setesh are influencing their respective sides from the background, such as how the Soviets have gone heavy into gene modding because of Vulcan's interest in it and desire to uptech the Soviets. I've had to be fairly indirect in discussing this because again while I know about Stargate stuff enough to defend my writing decisions, I can't fault readers for saying 'no stalin wouldn't do that' because I don't really know enough about such things. I can say, such as in this chapter, that Zhukov has taken over, but I've had to be subtle about that, such as implying that he's doing it because he feels he has some sort of personal responsibility to destroy false gods because of his faith, or when I've implied that LokiClone!Durov has been dispatched to track down the missing Goauld stuff that got stolen from Germany.

Ultimately I'm pleased by what I've created here, and I'm happy that I've achieved my aim and developed as a writer. More stargate stories and even more soviet stargate stories have been produced since I've started writing and I'd like to take some of the credit for that. However, I also have to admit that as some have identified I've somewhat lost interest in the specific premise of the story. I'm still interested in exploring thing like how development can be disrupted, and I've got a couple of interesting ideas deconstructing some elements of the fantasy genre I'm considering to explore this interest. In any case, I'm glad people have enjoyed this story, and thanks for the support and comments on it.

As a last couple of points, let me know any final thoughts you might have, and I give general permission for others to adopt this story if they want, including characters, unfinished plots etc. Feel free to consult me on it if you want as I'm happy to be a sounding board and help other writers.
 
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It was a good story. A little bit shame, that drama of Soviets stumbling on nazi stargate colonies never played out, but I also wouldn't be at all surprised if germans done a smart thing and blocked their gate(s)
 
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