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Here is the first chapter of the story.

SG-23

I guess you could call this my autobiography of my time with Stargate Command. My name is Technical Sergeant Mike McPherson. I was a part of a three SG team unit. We were tasked with combat search and rescue of SG teams under fire or with wounded personnel. Our unit was formed shortly after the death of Dr. Fraiser. After that it was finally decided to have a dedicated CSAR team so "High Value Personnel", whatever that means, wouldn't have to risk there lives. Before we were formed it would usually be SG-1, a combat SG team and Doc Fraiser and the medical crew that went out to help. Anyway, thats were we come in. We were SG-teams 22,23,24. Our motto was the same as PJ one, Anywhere, Anytime. We took that to the extreme. Each team had two pararescue men, more commonly known as PJs, and six Delta operators, two of whom were usually medics. The three teams would rotate on-duty and off-duty when there were teams of world. Other wise we were training or just shooting the breeze until the next SG team went off world.

Well, it didn't take us long to get deployed. I was sitting one of the enlisted lounges with the other PJ on my team, Staff Sergeant Justin Flint. We were playing HALO on the big screen TV when the OWA alarm went off, then the call came over the PA.

"SG-23 report to the Control room ASAP."

We looked at each other before standing up and running off towards the Control room. When we arrived the rest of the team was there. Staff Sergeants John Winters, one of the Delta medics, Matt Harlan, our Delta machine gunner, Namon O'Farrel, our other Delta medic, Rick Little, best M-203 shot on the team, Master Sergeant Jack Meyer, second in command of the team, and Captain Ronald Gordon.

In walked in Colonel Matheson, the Gate Watch officer. "We just received word from SG-17 that they are under fire from at least 50 Jaffa. They reported that they have wounded. You and SG-3 will go and extract them. You leave in seven minutes. Good luck."

As soon as he was done we rushed into our prep room where our gear was stowed. We had trained for weeks and now we were going out. As soon as we entered that room I was grabbing my vest and putting it on. Once it was zipped, I grabbed my rifle and slung it. As I was putting on my helmet we got more info. SG-17 was an explorer team like SG-1, meaning it was a four man team. Apparently there were two men down. Both from Staff weapons. Grabbing a medkit I ran with the rest of the team into the Gate room just as SG-3 entered. Just then we heard, "Chevron Seven locked." As the Plume appeared with a whoosh, we jogged through the gate. There is no real way to describe going through the gate, but it is a rush. As we exited the gate I looked up at the sky and saw twin moons, I never got over seeing an alien sky. This was only my third time off-world and it was still incredible. I was snapped out of my thought by a staff blast that went right by my head. As SG-3 set up to hold the gate my team headed toward SG-17. Just as we crossed over a hill I raised my M-4 and let off a burst at a Jaffa aiming at the pinned down team, hidden in some ruins. I rushed over to the wounded men. My partner looked over one of the wounded I looked over at the other. Sergeant Winters helped Justin with the other wounded man, while O'Farrel helped me. The man we were helping had taken a staff blast to the lower right leg. He was fully cogent and firing at the jaffa. The flesh on his lower leg had been partly torn off from the impact of the blast. I could see the bone through the skin.

"Matt open up on those jaffa that are trying to flank us." I ripped open a packaged bandage and applied it to the wound area. I then used some cloth to tie a turniquet around the leg to stop the bleeding and gave the man a dose of pain killer.

"SG-3 this is Sgt. McPherson, radio through the gate to be ready to receive a leg wound and a chest wound. Tell them to have units of O-Neg and B-positive ready. Out."

"Hey Flint you ready to move?" I yelled as I fired again and again into the large number of jaffa.

I swapped magazines as he yelled back.

"Yeah, just give me two guys to carry this stretcher."

As he said this, Capt. Gordon and Sgt. Meyer gripped the litter and picked it up. As soon as they had it off the ground they were headed back towards the gate. I picked up my wounded man and slung him over my shoulder. I and the rest of the team along with what remained of SG-17 took off running full bore for the gate.

All around me small fountains off dirt were erupting as staff blast after staff blast zipped by us and missed. I kept thinking to my self let our luck hold. As I crested a hill, the gate came into view. I saw half of our team, the ones looking out for the chest wound jump through the gate. As I neared the gate I felt the heat of a staff blast pass my head. Before the felling had passed I was in the Gate room on Earth.

I ran down the ramp and looked back at the rest of the team come through. As the last man appeared, he shouted, "Close the iris!" The iris closed with a clang. Dull thumps could be heard eminating from the other side of the iris. I carried the man on my shoulders to the gurney that the medical team had brought in. I used a needle and set him up for an IV drip and hooked him up to a bloodbag to replenish what he had lost from the wound. I stayed by his side and helped wheel the gurney to the infirmary.

"He took a staff wound to the lower leg. It blew back the skin and exposed some of the bone. I gave him a syret of morphine for the pain about five maybe six minutes ago." I told the nurses as we entered the infirmary. We wheeled him over to a bed, and on the count of three lifted him to the bed. The medical crew went to work right away. With nothing else to do I headed to the prep room to drop off my gear.

As I walked into the room, I saw that the others had already dropped off their gear. I walked over to my station and hung up my rifle after putting in a fresh clip. I replaced the sent ammunition and then hung the medkit and my combat vest back on the rack. I took of the hip holster and hung it and the Zat gun on the rack as well. As I walked out of the prep room I looked at a mirror on the wall I saw that my faced had dirt, grime and blood on it. I headed for the showers feeling good about our successful mission.

After changing into a new uniform, I headed to the mess hall. It was just after 0900. I looked over the breakfast selections on the menu while waiting in line. Taking a look around the room I saw the Jaffa Teal'c and the rest of SG-1. I wondered what they were talking about. Scuttlebutt was that they were searching for a "lost city of the ancients." I also saw various groups scattered throughout the room. As I grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon with a glass of OJ, I spotted some of the other PJs assigned to the SGC. I wandered my way through the maze of tables and pulled back a seat and sat with the rest of the guys.

"Hey guys what new?" I asked.

"Nothing much, heard your team was the first one of us to get pegged. Guess you guys get the pot, what was it up to? 200?" One of them said, Master Sergeant Karl Katz I think.

"Yeah something like that." I replied.

"So what was it like out there, how was it with staff blasts going by your head instead of bullets?"

"Well, about the same. Only this time you can see the shot as it comes at you, instead of not knowing when it is coming close."

"Sounds like my time in Somalia," said Technical Sergeant Wilkinson. "Except we weren't in some nice AC room..."

With that the conversation turned towards remembering the past and all the places we had been and the dirt we had chewed.

About thirty minutes after I finished the last piece of bacon, I excused myself from a story about one of the guys leave in Korea and headed to drop off my plate. I headed to one of the enlisted lounges and sat on one of the couches to watch the Army Navy game. I had fifty bucks riding on the game. About an hour later I was happily collecting my winnings from those that were cursing under their breath. I raised a hand to my mouth to stifle a yawn. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I grabbed my jacket and headed to my quarters. I opened the door and tossed the jacket on a chair and flopped on the bed. I was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow.

Nice. But, exactly when in the chronology does this occur? And aren't spec-ops and black ops people forbidden to keep personal journals during service?

This journal is written after the SGC goes public.

And chronologically this takes place a few weeks after fraiser is killed by that Jaffa staff blast. The ep. where that guy is making the video

Not bad. It is a good story.

evilcat4000 wrote:Not bad. It is a good story.

thanks, I am writing a second chapter.


And thanks to all those who bothered to reply

Just to let you know. I will have the second chapter up by saturday

Agent Fisher wrote:

evilcat4000 wrote:Not bad. It is a good story.

thanks, I am writing a second chapter.


And thanks to all those who bothered to reply

I only just read it. Not bad. Can't wait to see Saturday's.

here it is, the long awaited second chapter

Chapter 2

I adjusted the straps on my vest and made sure everything was snug and secure. I cocked my rifle and looked at the rest of the team. They looked ready. It had been nearly half a year since my unit had gone active and we had expanded from a three teams to six teams. Two of which were going to be based off world.

After the battle with Anubis, the SGC had expanded the Alpha Site into a more permanent base. Thats where we were going to be stationed for a while. The SGC had used some captured Goa'uld transports and Al'Kesh bombers to transport building materials and vehicles to the Alpha Site. There were now at least ten HMMWV and two Huey helicopter stationed at the base, as well as a full squadron F-302s, and all the captured transports and Al'Kesh bombers. Alpha Site was our off world staging area. It even had its own iris to keep the unwanted out.

Anyway back to my team. Since the battle with Anubis, five different SG teams were stationed at Alpha Site. This had come in the wake of the destruction of SG-15. They had performing a routine mission when they had come under attack from Jaffa. They had made it to the Stargate unhurt, only to dial earth and get a busy signal. Our gate had been in use, SG-1 had been returning from a meeting with an alien race. SG-15 had died right there at that gate. We only found out when they were late checking in.

Since then Alpha Site had been turned into a mini-SGC, complete with it own medical facility, mess hall, permanent housing, even a one star general in charge. My team and SG-24 were being sent there to support the teams already at Alpha Site.

"Chevron Seven Locked"

With a Whoosh the Gate activated. Once we would have just walked through. But now we waited for the green light, that would show that the SGC Computer had established a connection and was sending the codes to open the iris. While it did that, it also exchanged a number of files, everything from tactical data, reports on worlds visited and even a "shopping list." Alpha Site was far from self supporting. Every two days a large amount of supplies was sent to the base. When the green light came on I hefted my bag with all my gear and started walking up the ramp.

I emerged from the Gate in a clearing. Looking around I saw three 50 cals, and at least ten guys guarding the gate. But only one building, at the time I figured the rest were on the other side of the treeline. Turns out they are about five miles away.

One of them walked up to us. "I am Captain Webster, Gate Watch Officer, welcome to Alpha Site. You might want to set your watches to the local time. This planet has a 24-hour day, same as earth. It is about 19:30. Sundown is in a hour."

"I am Captain Gordon, so how are we getting to base? Hummvee or walking?"

"A huey is on it way."

So we just stood around waiting for the Huey.

We didn't wait long before the gate started to activate. I heard Captain Webster say that they weren't expecting any teams back for a while. I dropped my pack and picked up my rifle and crouched behind a sand bag barrier. As soon as the gate was on the iris was closing. It closed with a clang. One of the guards poked his head out of the single building more like a guard shack and shouted, " Its SG-18! Their code indicated they are under attack. Their sending the MALP through with them."

Before he finished talking the iris opened and the remote controlled explorer came through the gate followed closely by the four people of SG-18.

As the iris began to close, a jaffa started to appear, headfirst in the gate. His head, torso and staff made it through the gate before the iris closed. He was screaming in pain as the iris closed on him, then he just fell down off the iris as the wormhole vanished with the rest of him that hadn't made it through the gate. He raised the staff in shaky arms and fired off a blast. It went wide and before he could even begin to aim again he was cut down by a full burst from a 50 cal.

Captain Gordon suddenly spoke up.

"Dial that planet that they just came from."

As the gate was activated, he and another man grabbed what remained of the jaffa and tossed him through the gate. A not so subtle fuck you.

Just as the Gate deactivated we heard the sound of inbound helo. We cleared a enough space for it to land. We climbed aboard with SG-18, barely fitting. I was sitting in the right side door gazing at the world that would be my home for six months. We flew for nearly ten minutes. I saw a lake and what looked like shacks near the shore, maybe a place for the troops to relax. As we neared the base I could make out the hangars and runways for the F-302s, a three story building that I guessed was the dorm building, and a large number of small metal hut like buildings. As we put down, I grabbed my pack and started walking to the dorms to drop off my gear. As I neared the entrance I saw group of Al'kesh bombers, I tensed waiting for them to open fire, then I saw the U.S. star painted on their sides, fly from the airbase and head towards the horizon.

"Wonder where their headed," I said, thinking aloud.

"They are going to the bombing range to practice," said a voice. I spun around and snapped off a salute at the Colonel standing behind me. He returned my salute and introduced himself.

"Colonel Nixon, commanding officer of all air and space units here at Alpha Site. Anyway thats where their headed. And one of them is carrying the next shift of people for the gate defense detail. Any way carry on." With that he walked away. I shifted my pack and walked to the entrance of the dorm.

There was what appeared to be a lobby. I and the rest of the enlisted men of my team walked towards the stairs. Along the way we passed game and rec rooms. In one room there were coaches and a large screen TV. In another there were pool tables and card tables and even what appeared to be a bar with a bartender. In a third room there was a mess hall.

As we reached the stairs we saw a listing of room assignments and KP schedule. Looking over the list I realized that this building housed just the enlisted troopers and that most of the hut buildings were officer quarters. I spotted my name and saw who I was bunking with. The name was Sergeant Winters. I started climbing the stairs to the third level. Along the way I looked down the hall of the second level and saw females milling about. This building was a co-ed dorm. I reached my door on the third level and knocked. When the door was opened I was shocked to say the least.

It was a beautiful woman, with short cut red hair.

"This is room 312 right?" I said, hiding the confusion in my voice.

"Yeah, oh you must be Sergeant McPherson, I'm Sergeant Amy Winters. Your probably confused by this. Needless to say, the base is short of living space and you got what was open. Come on in."

I walked in the door and looked around. The room had a couch and a small TV, on either side of the room there were doors leading to bedrooms.

"The one on the right is open. There is a private bathroom connected to the room." Said Amy, I mean Sergeant Winters. "You just missed chow and it will be dark in a few minutes. And I have had a long day so I am going to head to bed. See you later." With that the redhead walked to her door, turned and gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, and walked in to here room and closed the door. I walked into my room and looked around. It was smaller than my quarters at the SGC. I walked to the window and looked out at the setting sun. I stayed there watching the sun set and the ground became cast in shadow from the moon. I stripped down to my skivvies and laid down and closed my eyes.
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I ran through a forest. Behind me people were chasing me. I raised my weapon and fired off a burst at the closest one. The red bolts of my MP-5 intar hit him in the chest. As he went down he pulled the trigger of his weapon and bolts shot out. Two hit one of his companions and I turned to head back to my base when I was hit and everything went dark.


I opened my eyes and saw my squad standing around me.

"Well, thats it. We are officially out of the tournament," said our team leader 1st Lt. Smith.

"Sorry sir," I said. We headed back to the main base area.

As we neared the base we headed over to the firing range/ weapons test area, to drop off the Intars. We strolled up to a hut that had a sign on it stating that it was Intar storage. We walked in and hung our intars on the racks along one of the walls, on the other were the Staff intars. As we walked out I looked at the scores for the tournament. My team had made it to the semi-finals before we got knocked out. I glanced at my watch, noticing it was time for lunch. I headed to the mess hall.

I was halfway into my offworld deployment at the Alpha Site. There had been a few changes at the base. My roommate had rotated back to earth. A few of the SG teams had returned to earth and others had taken there places. Two big things had happened for Alpha site. The first had been when the President had visited the base. That had been interesting. My team had gotten a picture taken with him. Others had got pictures of him sitting in the cockpit of F-302, there was one of him holding a Staff Intar, even one of him taken with a high speed camera of him taking a hit from an Intar. The Secret Service had protested against it but the President had persisted. That had been one of the biggest highlights. The other had been the arrival of a BC-303. This ship had been named the USS Enterprise. People said that Gen. O'neill had been the driving force behind the name. The ship had been stationed here at the Alpha Site.

I entered the mess hall again frustrated. We had been here three months and had not been off world even once. On one level I was glad no one was getting hurt. But on another level I was getting bored out of my mind. Not that there weren't things to do. The Alpha Site Tournament had taken up about a third of my time. The tournament had started with obstacle courses progressing to navigating through a forest, without GPS. It was on that run that I realized how essential the basics were. After the navigating, the tournament had moved on to Intar fighting. Some of the games would be defensive/offensive games others would be capture the flag or rescue missions. I had been on these mission that my team had won the highest marks. One of the missions required that we "Fast Ring" out of an Al'Kesh right into the middle of an enemy base and take out the defending team, dressed like Jaffa with Staffs and rescue a prisoner. We pulled that one off without a hitch. We waited till dark and ringed into the outskirts of the camp. We took out the other team quickly. But now we had been knocked out in a game of capture the flag.

I passed some of the larger metal huts and heard staff weapon fire. I looked in through the windows and saw some researchers firing a rifle version of a staff weapon. We had managed to make the rifles from reverse engineering some of the Drone forearm weapons. While not entirely staff weapons, thats what everyone called them. We had managed to produce a few prototypes that were being fieldtested by SG teams. The weapon looked exactly like the rifle that Lt. Col. Carter had used for about a year before the battle with Anubis.

I arrived at the dorm building and headed to the mess hall. I entered the room and headed to the lunch counter. Today they were serving Chinese food. I grabbed a bowl of fried rice, and chicken chow mein. I sat down at a table and looked at the TV in the corner, it was tuned to the one and only station that the Alpha Site had. Some of the troops here had requested and received permission to setup a TV station. Right now they were showing the local news, and they were showing the weather. They switched to the coverage of the tournament. They started showing clips from games. I took a bite of my food as they showed a clip from my game. There I was running through the forest. The view was from high above and it was stable, so I guess it was from one of the Goa'uld transport or Al'Kesh. And oh there I was getting hit. After they were down with the tournament coverage they ended the program and the channel went to what it always had. Bulletins, news updates, and mission schedule. I nearly choked on food when I saw SG-23-BackupOP-P5X-8472. I quickly finished my food and headed to my teams prep/armory hut.

I entered the hut and saw Captain Gordon sitting at his desk. I walked up and saluted.

"What is it, McPherson?" He said.

"So, what is the mission about, sir?" I asked.

"We are replacing SG-20, babysitting some archaeologists. We leave in eight hours, be ready. Dismissed."

I saluted and spun around on my heels. I nearly skipped out of the hut. We were finally going off world again. I headed back to my room and started backing my pack and a small duffel. Based on what our mission was, I knew it would be a while before we got back. I laid down on my bed and went to sleep.


I awoke and glanced at the clock beside my bed. When I saw seven hours had passed I snapped up and scrambled to get my uniform on and and grabbed my pack and bag and ran to my teams hut. I ran in and the others were already to go.

"Good of you to join us Sergeant. Didn't think you were going to make it." Said Captain Gordon.

I didn't say anything as I grabbed my vest and put it on. I grabbed my rifle and we headed outside to the sound of an inbound transport. We stood in a tight circle and rings dropped around us. There was a flash of light and then we were in the cargo bay. We heard over the intercom, "Stay in a circle, time over target, 30 seconds."

We stood still and waited. We didnt wait long. The rings rose and then we were on the surface. We jogged over to the gate. As it activated with a whoosh the FRED unit was sent through. We were close behind. I didn't know, could never know that stepping through the gate this day would change my life forever. In more ways than one.



And I will leave you all with that. Reviews and flames welcome. Just post.

Alkesh bombers, a squadron of 302's and a 303 Battlecruiser!

Damn, that sounds like my kinda base! I hope there's some
sort of air/space battle ahead? Either way, innnteresting!