June 30th, 20XX
2355 Hours
Caprica City, Capital of Northrop-Grumman, Earth
It was a usually cool summer night in the capital city. Brent Shaw and his six-member team were riding in a large white utility van down Capital Boulevard towards the main headquarters of the Northrop-Grumman Corporation. They were ready to go with their body armor in place and their silenced MP5s loaded. The main headquarters had several large underground plasma cannons that would rise up and destroy any vehicle or low flying aircraft that did not have a special radio transmitter built into it. The van that they had stolen an hour earlier had one installed inside the glove compartment on the passenger's side. As the van slowly pulled onto the road leading into the facility's parking garage, everyone in the van nervously waited to see if the transmitter would work. The plasma cannons remained silent. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the van finally entered into the parking garage. When the van rolled to a stop, Shaw and his team exited the van and silently walked into the only entrance in the parking garage for the facility. Upon entering the building, Shaw looked around. There appeared to be no one around for all of the company’s employees had left over an hour earlier.
“Security is sure scarce around this place,” he noted aloud as he moved toward the executive elevator. As soon as he said that, a security guard walked around the corner. The guard did not have a chance to react before Shaw shot him with his silenced MP5. He breathed a sigh of relief as he motioned for Paul Carver to enter the elevator. Carver entered the elevator and began to look over the controls.
“Uh, Shaw. There is one of those keycard slots in here to access the top floor. It’ll take three or four minutes to hack into the system.”
“Ok, you get to work, and we’ll keep an eye out for anymore security guards.”
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Meanwhile, in his thirty-fourth floor office overlooking the skyline of Caprica City, Chairman Jack O'Neill was going over the last few reports of the day. For cryin' out loud, why do these people send me crap like this? He tiredly threw the reports in the trash and rested his head on the desk. He almost fell asleep when his elderly secretary paged him. He groggily picked up the phone and said,
"Yes, Frances. What is it?"
"Sir..." O'Neill promptly cut her off.
"Can you please drop the ‘sir’? Call me Jack."
"Yes, s...Jack. It’s getting rather late. We’ve have been working hard all day getting these reports reviewed and retyped. Let’s just call it a night.”
“Frances, you can go on ahead. I need to stay here to finish up a few more things.”
“Alright, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Frances placed the phone back on its base, gathered her coat and purse, and took the elevator down.
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After about five minutes, Paul Carver finished hacking into the elevator access panel.
“Shaw, it’s done.”
“Alright, people. Let’s go!”
The team rushed into the elevator, and the doors closed behind them. They began their ascent up to the top floor of the building just as the second elevator stopped at the ground floor to let O’Neill’s secretary out. The team soon reached the top floor and quietly assembled to either side of the large mahogany doors leading into the Chairman’s office. Robert Fulcher, the explosives expert of the team, placed demo charges around the edges of the door and stood back to detonate them.
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O’Neill laid his head back down on the desk when suddenly his office doors exploded. He saw what looked like six armed men rushing into his office. He grabbed his sidearm and was going to fire it when a bullet struck his arm, causing his hand to immediately release the gun. As he grabbed his arm in pain, a white-haired older man appeared in the blown out doorway, his face masked by the darkness of the blown out lights.
“Well, well, I thought this might have been much harder,” the man chuckled.
“Who the hell are you?” replied O’Neill angrily.
“Who do you think I am?”
The man stepped into the light. O’Neill couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the former chairman, John Davis Northrop.
“No, it can’t be you! You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“You died when the spacedock accidentally crashed right into downtown Caprica City a few years ago.”
“Accidentally? I think not. When you and the rest of the high-ranking officers were planning to remove me and install a so-called ‘nicer, kinder’ form of government, I tried to kill all of you off by using the spacedock. When that happened, I had a waiting ship teleport me up onto it. From there, I waited until I had confirmation that you all were dead, but unfortunately, you… ”
O’Neill cut him off.
“You mean you killed 325 million people just to save your sorry ass?”
“I didn’t want my company to be in the hands of the military, like it is…”
O’Neill cut him off again.
“Oh, cut the crap. What are you doing here?”
Northrop raised up his sidearm from behind him and pointed it directly at O’Neill.
“That’s the second time you have cut me off. You want me to tell you why I am here, fine. I’ll keep this simple for your simple little mind. I am retaking the company and when I do, I plan on launching several massive attacks on your allies. Also, I am instituting a policy that will help weed out the weakness in this company. You got that?”
O’Neill refused to answer him.
“Alright, be that way.”
Northrop fired a shot into both of O’Neill legs. His legs immediately buckled and caused him to smash his head into his desk, knocking him unconscious. Northrop stood over the O’Neill’s body and motioned to Hunt and Wright standing nearby.
“Take him down to the stargate terminal and throw him through to the planet Zaragoza. You know the address for it. Please don’t kill him because I want him to suffer for the rest of his life.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Hunt as he and Wright dragged O’Neill’s body out of the office.
Northrop then turned towards Shaw.
“Get the nearest artillery division down to the terminal. I want to fire on one of the planets in Underwater Asylum that are still allied toward the ex-Emperor Phoren Narqu, since I did pay the government that is in place there now a hefty sum to finance their revolution.”
“As you wish, sir,” answered Shaw as he picked up the telephone.
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Hunt and Wright flung O’Neill into the back of the same utility van they arrived in and proceeded to drive towards the stargate terminal a few blocks away from the capitol building. When they finally reached the terminal, they pulled O’Neill out of the van and dragged him to the DHD on the ground floor where they began to dial the planet, Zaragoza. Overhead on the second floor, Shiran Naelthasser, an elf who barely escaped the destruction of the homeworld of Underwater Asylum shortly before the ESUS Shivan War, was making his way towards the escalators down to the ground floor near the stargate when he heard voices below. When he looked over the side he saw two armed men talking to each other while they were dragging what looked like a body. This was something he never saw before, and it looked quite suspicious so he ducked behind one of the pillars and watched the men carefully. One of the men turned towards the other and said,
"I say we cap O'Neill right now to get it over with."
"You know what Northrop said. He's going to be marooned on that planet for the rest of his life."
"Yeah, yeah. I still think we should get rid of him now that way he won’t be a problem later."
Suddenly, it struck Shiran on who the bleeding man was. That's the chairman of the company, Jack O'Neill. It appears that this "Northrop" man is trying to gain control of the company, he thought to himself. The men finished dialing and the wormhole was established. Shiran studied the coordinates on the DHD carefully and tried to repeat them over and over in his mind. Equuleus, Virgo, Perseus, Lynx, Pisces, Monoceros. The two men then dragged O’Neill to the stargate and threw him through the event horizon. As they threw O'Neill through, a small floppy disk dropped out of his jacket and slid down the ramp. They did not see this, but it caught Shiran's attention. The wormhole disengaged, and they made their way out of the terminal. Shiran carefully watched them go. When he made sure that they had left, he walked over towards the stargate, picked up the disk, and examined it closely. It was an ordinary unlabeled gray 3.5-inch floppy disk. Curiosity came over him as he looked at it, so he set up his laptop computer on the DHD. He inserted the disk in the appropriate slot and opened the text file on it.
PRO SUFFRAGIUM LOCUS ORBIS IN TERGUM OF DHD
It appears to be a form of Latin but I am unsure. He examined the words carefully. PRO SUFFRAGIUM means loosely “for assistance”. LOCUS means “place”. ORBIS can mean “orb” or maybe in this case “disk”. IN TERGUM means “upon back”. OF is the same in English and DHD is an acronym for Dial Home Device. Hmmm…“For assistance, place orb or disk upon back of DHD.” Obviously this is something that would have been used if the Chairman needed help, he thought to himself. Now is as good a time as any. He felt around the back of the DHD and found a small slot to insert a disk. Next, he removed the disk from his laptop, turned it off, and put it in its case. He then took a deep breath and inserted the disk into the back of the DHD. Suddenly, the chevrons on the stargate flashed. The whole building began to shake as the gate’s inner track started to move. One by one the chevrons locked until finally the seventh locked and the wormhole was established. Shiran heard a rumbling coming from behind him, not from the gate. He looked behind him as self-propelled artillery guns plowed through the terminal’s glass doors. Dozens of men ran out from behind the artillery guns and began firing on Shiran. He knew that there was only one way out so he took off running towards the gate and dove through as the bullets flew past him.
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On Zaragoza, O’Neill rolled down the steps leading from the stargate and landed on his back. The warmth of the bright midday sun beat down upon his face and caused him to slowly regain consciousness. He painfully sat up and looked out to the distance. Open fields were all around him and there was a mountain range far off, but there was a distinct lack of civilization as far as he could tell. He sighed and turned his head towards the stargate. He searched all around but cursed when he didn’t see a DHD anywhere around. Then the pain from his arm and legs caught his attention. He crawled upon the steps nearby and tore off pieces of his clothing to stop the bleeding from his wounds. Afterwards, he leaned back on the steps and began to think if there was anything he could do about his present situation, but his mind began to wander off as he suffered from the loss of blood. Soon, he lost consciousness.
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OOC: If you want to participate, just TG me.
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A Few Rich People 18-11-2004 19:59
OOC: Ooo, nice to see another corporation. Is your nation owned by said corporation or just in it, if owned I saw w00t to another corporate owned nation. But for now this is just saying I am interested in this and *tag*.
Northrop-Grumman 18-11-2004 22:23
OOC: To put it in a simple way, the corporation is the nation and the corporate leaders are the nation's leaders.OOC: Ooo, nice to see another corporation. Is your nation owned by said corporation or just in it, if owned I saw w00t to another corporate owned nation. But for now this is just saying I am interested in this and *tag*.
A Few Rich People 19-11-2004 15:37
OOC: Same, my system just delves down to the lowliest worker drones life, go total integration of corporation and country.
Northrop-Grumman 19-11-2004 16:52
The stargate in the terminal disengaged as soon as Shiran dove into it. Though this time, it did not power down normally, but instead, channeled all of the remaining energy into the DHD, causing it to explode almost instantaneously. The soldiers in the terminal looked at each other in disbelief. Colonel Stafford, the division commander, opened the top hatch on his artillery gun and climbed out.
“Did anyone see the gate address on the DHD?” he shouted.
Everyone shook their heads no. Stafford sighed and motioned towards the supply truck.
“Do you have a naquadah generator in there?”
“Yes, we do,” replied a private.
“Good, hook it up to the gate. We’ll have to dial out the old-fashioned way.”
“Yes, sir.”
The supply truck rumbled across the main floor of the terminal, crushing benches and security checkpoints in the process. Finally, it came to stop beside the gate and a few men climbed out. Four of them proceeded to drag the generator out of the bed of the truck while two attached large power cables to the gate. After a few minutes, the six men had the generator connected to the power cables. They then turned on the generator, which hummed softly. Stafford nodded with approval and handed one of the men a piece of paper that contained a list of gate addresses.
“I want you to manually dial the first one. We’ll shell that planet for an hour. Then we’ll move on to the next one and so on.”
Two men gathered on each side of the gate, put their hands in the engraved glyphs, and proceeded to move the inner track. One by one the chevrons slowly locked until the seventh chevron locked, and the wormhole was established. Nine self-propelled artillery guns rolled up to a safe distance from the gate. Stafford stood behind them and shouted,
“Fire!”
One right after the other, each gun fired. After one fired, a shell was immediately loaded to keep a constant flow of shells through the gate.
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In his office, John Northrop sat on the edge of his desk and waited for any news from his forces. He turned towards Brent Shaw who was gathering information by phone.
“What is going on with the artillery division in the terminal?”
“Well, they’ve connected to one of the planets and have been firing on it for the past….” He looks down at his watch, “…five minutes.”
“Good, any word on what is going on at the Hubbard Mountain Complex?”
“Nothing yet. All’s quiet up there.”
“Damn, I was only able to get two people infiltrated into that facility. Let us hope they succeed.”
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Things were slowly unfolding four hundred miles away in the Hubbard Mountain Complex. There Major General Robert Ottwell and his second-in-command Colonel Patricia Delagarza were running towards the rocket control room. As they ran down the halls, they locked down every blast door by using their command codes. When they finally reached the control room door, they loaded their sidearms and opened the door. Inside sat three technicians who were monitoring the rockets. Delagarza pushed open the door and shot the technicians dead before they had the chance to rise up out of their seats. Ottwell entered the room next, kicked the bodies out of their chairs, and sat down. Delagarza did likewise.
“So, General, you ready to do this?” asked Delagarza.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. You know we won’t get out of this alive.”
“Yeah, but just think. We’ll be sacrificing out lives for a noble cause.”
“Alright, let’s do it.”
Little did they know that nearby inside an air duct was Airman Luke Greene welding a new piece of sheet metal. He heard what the two officers were saying and grew alarmed. He knew he couldn’t shoot two people from a small air duct with just one gun. Meanwhile, Ottwell and Delagarza set the coordinates for the three naquadah-tipped nuclear rockets that they were going to fire. It was set for a direct course for Earth’s orbital stargate. In the air duct, Greene was still thinking when he looked at the gas canister next to him and came up with an idea. He moved the canister towards the opening of the air duct and took out his pistol. Ottwell and Delagarza finished the launch preparations and a green light lit up on the console, indicating that the rockets were ready to launch. Simultaneously, the pressed the launch button and the rockets fired, accelerating them upwards. All this startled Greene who unscrewed the canister’s nozzle. He let the flammable gases flow out of the air duct with the fresh air that was flowing out. Then, he took the canister and rolled it. Delagarza was finishing the preparations to detonate the other nine rockets inside the facility when she noticed a gas canister roll out of the duct. She did not have a chance to do anything when Greene fired into the gas cloud. The entire control room erupted in an explosion of flames, killing Ottwell and Delagarza instantly.
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Above Earth, the orbital stargate was activated and outbound travel was commencing to the nation of Wormia in the Andromeda Galaxy. Very few vessels were making the trip at this time of night. There were one passenger transport vessel, two cargo vessels, and six private vessels. The pilot of the passenger transport vessel was Walter Ross, a retired air force fighter pilot. His vessel was the next in line to go through the gate.
“Tower, this is TWA Flight 245, requesting permission to depart through the gate.”
“Copy that, 245, you are cleared for departure.”
“Roger that.”
Suddenly, the airwaves were full of excited chatter so Ross tried to contact air traffic control in the starbase.
“Uh, Tower, what is going on up there?”
“There are three rockets, that scans indicate are nuclear, headed this way. For some reason we cannot get a phaser lock on them. I suggest you get your ass out of there. There’s one heading your way!”
Damn, thought Ross. If that rocket gets through the gate, who knows what damage it’ll do to the people on the other side. He turned his vessel around and set it on a direct course for the rocket. The air traffic controller got on the radio.
“What the hell are you doing, 245?”
Ross refused to reply. In less than three seconds later, his ship collided with the rocket and caused it to detonate, unleashing all 12,000 megatons of power. The shockwave spread out in all directions and even went through the event horizon on the gate. It struck the starbases with such power that they broke off from the gate and started to drift in different directions. Next came the other two rockets. They went into the starbases’ open hangar bay doors and detonated inside. They could not withstand the power of the weapons and exploded immediately, sending two shockwaves outward.
