Part One: Reunion

[Andy Buchanan]

1259 Hours
Medical Facilities


Andy knew his way around the medlab. After all, he'd spent plenty of time there during his time at SGC. Mostly, admittedly, lying on the beds as a patient in various forms of being broken. Hazard of the job.

There were a handful of medical staff bustling around trying to triage and put people into an order of priority and one took the old woman from Andy's care and hastened her away to be treated. He found himself standing there, in his jam-stained shirt and slightly less than pristine jeans, looking hugely out of place and feeling - well, quite honestly, despite the anxiety and distress that surrounded him - he felt quite pointless.

"You there... Lieutenant," said a passing medic, who'd had the foresight to glance at the hard-fought visitor pass. "Can you help me with this?" The young medic indicated a corner of the lab where a number of IV pumps were stored. "Get me some of these over here: we need to get on and treat the worst injuries as quickly as we can."

Andy didn't even pause and began moving the IV pumps without hesitation. He was well aware than in a medical emergency, even the lowest medical orderly could give him a command and he'd not hesitate to obey it. Within about two minutes of wheeling the first pump over to the medic, he discovered that he was now, in fact, the lowest medical orderly as he began to receive terse words of instruction from the various medics around the room.

Somewhere, drama was happening. Proper, all-action prime-time TV drama. Andy Buchanan was stuck, by his own actions, in a slightly surreal version of 'ER', in which he was most definitely not the starring character. Not that he'd ever craved leading man status: Andy was well aware that his quiet nature and sensibilities meant that he was doomed to spend life as a sidekick. He was Robin to the Batmen, Diggle to the world's Oliver Queens... he was the one everyone would forget about in years to come. His destiny was to be the one people had to look up in pub quizzes.

But that was fine.

So he accepted this sudden temporary role that had been thrust on him with the usual quiet dignity that he did everything. He fetched. He carried. He filled. He passed equipment. He took it back and passed the right equipment. He did absolutely everything he was told, without question, without comment, without deviation. In a distant part of his mind, a voice was telling him that due to his actions, he was saving lives. He pushed that part of his consciousness down. Great news, he told it, somewhat severely, but don't focus on the heroics.

Not that there were many heroics to be found in bringing a bag of A Positive from the blood fridge. He was getting that little bit more sure of what he was doing. That inner voice was metaphorically patting him on the back. And that was the point at which Andy's uncanny ability to unleash chaos finally found its footing. He had A Thought.

You're doing great. Now, if you can just focus on not destroying the medical laboratory.

The truth about Andy Buchanan was that his inner voice was entirely too smart-alecky for its own good. Once it told him not to do something, an inordinate string of events would unfold that meant he did precisely that. He was a real-world Wile E. Coyote.

Although later, much later, it was hardly 'destroyed', the medical lab and its unfortunate occupants suffered the following chain of events. The necessity of print means that this may take a while. But bear in mind that the whole thing takes approximately three seconds.

On his way to the medic carrying the bag of A Positive, Andy trips. Simple as that. He trips over a trailing cable from one of the very IV pumps that he haswheeled out of the corner. The bag of blood flies like a carmine projectile from his hands. Watch that bag of blood closely. Watch it as it hits the console in the corner.

Watching?

Good.

The crimson liquid bursts free from its plastic confines and joyfully splashes itself in the manner that a high-velocity liquid will splash. It splashes onto the wall. It splashes onto the three medics standing closest. It splashes onto the console itself.

It splashes into the console.

Somewhere in the heart of the console, several circuits find themselves coated with blood. This is an untenable state of affairs for most circuitry and so it does what circuits do when assailed by fluid. They short out. They spark and they catch fire.

As a result of this behaviour, the console bursts into flames.

This, in turn causes several connected outcomes. In order to best convey them, they appear here, in bullet form.

• Andy, thinking quickly, sees that a fire has broken out and makes a dive for the CO2 fire extinguisher.
• The fire extinguisher hasn't been tested for several months and doesn't immediately react to his using it. 
• He briefly considers throwing the extinguisher at the fire, but then fortunately for him, it does what it's supposed to do.
• Unfortunately for everyone in SGC, those few precious seconds mean that the fire has alerted the sprinkler system.

The good news is that the fire is put out.

The bad news is that now another siren has joined the red alert siren... and the SGC's sprinkler system comes online.

Everyone is now under duress... and soaking wet.

Picture Andy Buchanan, if you will. Picture him, standing in the medlab, covered in a mix of water and splashed blood, with a jam stain on his shirt collar, holding a now-empty fire extinguisher. Feel, if you will, the sense of sheer embarrassment that is currently coursing through his veins. Listen very carefully, if you would, to that smug bastard of an inner voice which ends the scene with five words. Five words that are frankly exquisite in their agony.

I said don't destroy it.

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[Elizabeth "Beth" Houghton]

1257 Hours
Stargate Command
Gateroom

Elizabeth began to slowly scan the room. She was looking for more injured. This Hades bull could probably be handled with those new weapons. For a moment, Beth was grateful Katrina was home and safe. They had become closer since the conviction of their parent's murderer. Well, he wasn't actually put in jail or didn't stand any trial. Kat and Beth agreed with their story. The perp tried to pull a gun on them while in a gym locker room after hours. The girls' guns "accidentally" went off shooting him between the eyes and directly in the heart. That story was their secret. If she told Robert, it was totally up to her. Either way, those cases were finally put to rest. Both were finally able to have some closure. 

Elizabeth quietly put the safety back on her gun. She tucked in the waistline of her back. Without looking to obvious, the agent looked at the young boy. When their eyes met, Beth used her first finger with a come on motion. He was silent and that was a relief for the former homicide detective. Houghton took a few steps back. While squatting, Beth had the young hand of the boy in hers, and began to quietly move out the the Gate room.

1259 hours
Infirmary

What the he....  She forgot for a second she had a child with her. There was smoke, white substance, probably residue from a fire extinguisher, and a man standing there like Inspector Clouseau. Everyone looked fine. Houghton couldn't help but place her open hand over mouth to hide the grin. 

The boy pulled Beth's hand. Answering, she asked him what was wrong.  Rali (rah-lee).  I'm Rali.. Squatting to her new friend's height, Beth smiled wide. "Nice to meet.... started Beth, but was quickly interrupted by Rali. "Abbi!  Abbi! as he screamed and darted into the infirmary. Walking behind, the special agent saw the devastation and death to so many people. Is this what I have to look forward to?  Katrina, just what have you got in store for your cousin?  I'd like to stay alive on my first day of official duty...please

When she located her two young new friends, Elizabeth was relieved when the woman on a cot holding her children. Their eyes met and the woman opened her mouth to say Thank You silently. Beth waved back and turned. A tug came again. When Houghton turned around, Rali stood there crying holding up his arms. He wasn't too heavy and Beth pulled him up to her. Quizzical to his tears, Beth was about to ask what was wrong. Rali just held her neck with a huge hug. The teary thank you came bringing some solitude than expected. 

Now what should this agent do now?  Her little 45 probably was a joke to this place. Beth actually considered leaving unable to take in all of this so quickly. Then a man stood before her. He was covered with some the residue from the extinguisher, blood on him, and some sort of stain on his shirt. A glance to the ground revealed why the blood was there. Beth was apprehensive to say hello, fearing the poor man would jump out of skin. Instead, she asked him, Do you need any help?

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[Kata Harris]

1259 hours
Stargate Command
Briefing Room

At first she had been shocked by the fact that the Delian expedition had actually gated back to Earth, that was a hail mary thing to do and was never a good thing. Something had happened, something so bad that whoever was not in charge of the base felt the need to send anyone they could back to Earth because the situation on Delta had gone to hell. Akrotiri was compromised. 

Kata followed General Loveridge down to the Gateroom after the arrival of the stranger, the General wasted no time in inquiring about who the hell their guest was. "...Say what you came to, but I can't guarantee we'll be in the mood for listening." that last bit was the truth, Harris saw several people who looked ready to go and retaliate for those who attacked their former home, she among them. 

Then the Creature explained who he was and who he worked for. The Olympians were dead and gone, the Expedition had made sure of that. So for one of them to still be around either meant someone was pretending..or there was still one last god who needed to be kick off his throne. 


"We are Legion, for we are many."

That was great, a messenger from someone claiming to be the Greek god of the Underworld, who also happened to quote Biblical scripture, made you wonder who said it first? "You can tell Hades, we will send him packing back to where he came from." of course Colonel Oxford had to give his two cents, but it was true. She did not know how but somehow they would make Hades pay for what they did, "I second what the Colonel said." she added after Travis, "We've taken down your kind before and we will do it again." Kata said firmly looking towards the creature. 

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[Ayden "Ghost" Sheppard]

1259 hours
Stargate Command
Briefing Room

Some reunion this had turned into. The small festivities they had around, the personnel from her old expedition everywhere the eye could see would make one think the little party they were having would go over without a hitch. Whoever would think that apparently has not been in the Stargate Program for very long because it has always seen that whenever a party was in full swing, you better believe hell was coming right behind it.

Ayden had been listening in silence to her former leader's words, and silently stood there in remembrance all those who had lost their lives, including her husband, during that expedition. It was a life changer, helped each and every one of them to reach a new point in their lives, but at what cost? Ayden had continued on in the Stargate Program, her every intention on furthering the program and training others to take her place when she could no longer work. At forty-seven she was still alive and kicking, but her days in the military had been over for a couple of years. A crash that had nearly rendered her paralyzed took her out of commission and instead she was a civilian in a military run world. 

Surprisingly, the older woman had fit right in thanks to her academic skill set, and was now the cultural specialist. She was the one others referred to when it came to dealing with alien species and their cultural, which luckily enough, all seemed to link into ancient Earth mythologies and cultures. It was moments like this, however, that Ayden was thankful for her training and she slipped back into the briefing room, her icy blue gaze scanning over the figure in front of them, her hand on her sidearm that always stayed strapped to her thigh.

She had helped evacuate some of the injured personnel that came through the gate, but she'd be damned if she let her former teammates stare this figure down without her. Her slender fingers reached out to rest on O'Malley's shoulder, a gentle reassurance that she was there to aid in any way she could. She met his gaze for a brief moment before she moved to stand between him and this...well, whatever it was.

"Sir," she kept her voice low, looking to Troy with a raised brow, waiting for his orders, ready to move between him and this thing if need be.

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[Koren Telion]

1260 hours
Stargate Command
Gate Room

"Soldiers! Wall now." Koren heard the distinctive, if illusive, voice of Marah calling to the defense squads lined up in the wings. They immediately flooded into the gate room, pointing a myriad of large weapons, alien and earth-bound, at the so-called Legion. Sarah stood behind them, confidently, and angrily, calling out to him, "Why hello Legion, this is a P-90 and it really wants to be your friend! We are the Tau Ri: defeaters of the Gou'ld, Wraiths and Olympians, and you have now made yourselves our next target, and trust me you will regret that!"

"The only thing I regret, Marah Law," The beast called to her by name, "Is not watching you break on Olympia."

"Hey," Travis shouted at the figure, redirecting his attention from Marah, "You can tell Hades, we will send him packing back to where he came from."

"I second what the Colonel said. We've taken down your kind before and we will do it again." Kata said firmly, looking towards the creature.

"Lay down your weapons and get down on your knees," Troy ordered. "If you come quietly, no harm will come to you."

"Such determination," The beast crackled, then stiffened, "I have strong doubts in your platitudes, much less your abilities, but your insolence is bemusing," Legion nearly muttered, taking in each of the expedition before him, "Nevertheless, your suffering will bring great joy to my liege and his people.

"General!" He bellowed, pointing directly at Loveridge, then slamming the same hand hard against his chest armor, a loud snap-hiss accompanying the action, "We will meet again, I have no doubt. I look forward to your slow, painful demise," The hissing grew louder as a whirring increasing in pitch began to accompany it.

A dawning realization began to come over Koren, "Bomb!" He called out, grabbing the soldier sprawled in front of him with one hand and Kata with the other, "GO GO GO!!!" He threw himself and the soldier through the doorway and into the hallway adjacent the gate room, and turned beckoning for the other members of the expedition to follow him. He heard Legion's disturbing, crackling laughter as Carter called for the blast shield to be raised, and he slammed the emergency door activation switch, watching as the last of the expedition darted through the door just as a loud, menacing explosion could be heard from inside, and the door bowed outward, reverberating with the force of the explosion.

As if on cue, the overhead sprinkler system activated, soaking everyone and tearing the remaining decorations off of the walls, sopping wet. Well, I guess it ended up being a surprise party after all... Koren moved to the Control Room and began to count heads of SGD personnel, past and current, who made it out of the blast.

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[Andy Buchanan]

1300 hours
Infirmary

It felt very much like time had frozen, but of course it had not. When Andy looked up, a woman was giving him the Look. The Look he knew all too well. The Look that spoke volumes. It questioned his very existence.

"Do you need any help?"

Oh, what a loaded question.

Instead, Andy very carefully set down the fire extinguisher, gave the woman a sheepish - and faintly endearing - grin. "I definitely don't need help to unleash all the hounds of Hell," he said, his soft Welsh lilt filled with immense embarrassment. "Just give me a moment." He turned to the console array and tapped a few buttons. The sprinkler system - more a soft steam than a downpour of water, but enough to soak people through - gave a soft hiss and shut off again. Andy ran his fingers through his damp hair, leaving it sticking out like an attractive dandelion.

From a short distance away, there was a very loud boom and Andy winced. Even though he was fairly certain that he hadn't been the direct cause of that, there was always a chance. There was no screaming immediately following the explosion and relief crossed his face. He wiped the worst of the water out of his eyes and met the woman's glance again.

"This," he declared, "has not been a particularly good day." He caught sight of the child by the woman's side and gave him an encouraging smile. The child, somehow, responded favourably to that smile and returned it, although it was a little on the wobbly side. Children had always liked Andy Buchanan, although he frequently found himself at a loss as to how to communicate with them. It probably explained why it was, whenever they'd gone to planets where children were somehow involved, they'd swarm him and he'd end up as a temporary surrogate uncle.

"You're definitely not seeing us at our best," he said to the boy, who tipped his head on one side. "Sorry about that."

He stepped towards Beth. "I completely missed everything that's been going on," he said, now more in control of himself than he'd been a moment or two previously. "Second Lieutenant Andy Buchanan. Royal Engineers. Presser of buttons, fixer of things and doer of... er... occasionally good deeds. What in the name of all that's good and holy is actually happening around here?"


<Tag: Elizabeth "Beth" Houghton>

[Cara Coyle]

1300 Hours
Stargate Command
Gate Control Room

Cara made it down the stair to the Gate Room from the Briefing Room above. She glanced around quickly to see who was in the Control Room itself. She recognized no one apart from General Carter, various personnel continued to be at their stations. Another women had been there but she had gone down to one of the side corridors to the Gate Room. Remaining out of the way as best she could, Cara made her way closer to the center where General Carter was standing. Cara held her hand over her heart, and her other hand embraced her right elbow one as if hold herself close and keeping herself in check. She listened with the others as this messenger delivered his message. He didn't seem very antagonistic, which worried her, other then his speech of course. What was this being's mission other then to deliver the message. What exactly was the end game here.

Cara saw various people still in the Gate Room with this....thing. Most of them had their back to the Control Room, facing the Legion thing. Some people were just recognizable, their forms being distinct, like General Loveridge. Others she had no clue to whom they were or had little interaction with. And then there were some...rather one....that she saw most often. If you had ever been in a crowd of people and just think you see someone you know, someone you'd be happy but anxious to see, and then that person turns and it's not who you thought it was. It happened to Cara more often then she would like, with one William O'Malley. It was a definite fact that she hadn't seen or spoke to him for many years, but it happened several times when some random stranger would somehow look like him. There would always be this slight panicked anxiety of what she would say to him as the stranger would turn and it all proved to be a false alarm. Cara definitely knew this was not one of those times, and that was definitely William O'Malley in the flesh, and he was definitely in the danger zone with the....danger.

A loud snap-hiss caught her attention as she saw the Legion soldier hit his chest, a sudden realization of where her thoughts about this enemy had been going before she had been distracted. "General! she started to warn Carter. "I see it, raise the blast shields! GET OUT OF THERE!" Carter ordered to the Gate Room. Cara backed up towards the back wall, her hands went for her ears to ease any loud noise that was about to happen. She could hear people scrambling faster in the side corridors as the blast shield was raised blocking any view into the Gate Room. She could only hope that everyone could make it out of the Gate Room in time.

The room shook with the blast, Cara could feel the force from the energy that was expelled. Alarms were blaring, and she could hear the sudden sound of water sprinkling from the corridors as she took her hands away from the sides of her head. She could only wait to see who would emerge safely from the happenings of the Gate Room.

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[Troy Loveridge]

1300 hours
Stargate Command
Briefing Room

Troy used the base security teams taking up their positions as a sign he should get out of the way. He was unarmed and unarmoured, looking almost comical in his full mess dress uniform in the middle of the chaos that had engulfed the embarkation room. Best to get out of the way and give the SGC teams clearer lines of sight. And, as much as he hated to admit it, as a general he could better serve elsewhere. As he turned to leave the gateroom he could hear Major Telion and Major Harris exchanging fierce words with the messenger of Hades.

Just as he was about to leave earshot the beast called a warning to the departing General, claiming that the two would meet again. Troy didn't bother to break step - if he had a dollar for every time an evil alien overlord had told him that he could have retired a long time ago.

"I thought Hades was meant to be in hiding," he asked Colonel McKinnon as he passed her, waving for the deputy command of the Delian Expedition to follow him. "Or better yet, six feet under." Intelligence and current operations weren't Troy's domain - the J2 and J3 directors at Homeland Security run those directorates. Still, he would have expected news of a new Olympian rising to power to come across his desk. Unless, as Kim had explained, Hades had been doing all of this in the shadows and was only just revealing himself.

By the time he made it back up to the briefing room the blast doors had been lowered. Surveillance footage from the gateroom was being piped in to the wall mounted and portable TVs dotted around the room. Any air of enjoyment or celebration from the reunion had long since died down.

"I take it this is news to the NID too?" he asked Ayden.

Before she could respond a deafening explosion rung through the base, the floor shaking underneath their feet. The base alarms changed tone, indicating that the fire suppression system had been activated. Troy looked to the nearest TV for an explanation and was met with static.

"What was that?" he asked, suspecting even as spoke that he wasn't going to like the answer.

< Tag Adam "Sly" Collier , Alec Styles , Ayden "Ghost" Sheppard , Andy Buchanan , Cara Coyle , Elizabeth "Beth" Houghton , Erik Sorensen , Kata Harris , Kieran "Bear" O'Shea , Kimberly "Kim" McKinnon , Koren Telion , Marah "Tonobi" Law , Nolen "Dragon" Syaria , Robert "Jackal" Walker , Stephanie Martin , Travis "Wizard" Oxford , Victoria Ramel & Will O'Malley >

[Marah "Tonobi" Law]

1300 hours
Stargate Command
Gate Room

Marah aimed the P-90 at the figure not letting the sights slip from his body, that is until it turned to her and spoke directly to her.
"The only thing I regret, Marah Law," The beast called to her by name, "Is not watching you break on Olympia."
The rifle slipped off to one side, fear bubbled up inside her causing a cringe and shiver over the pilot's body. Memories of her torture flooded back to her from a deep recess of her brain. The memories of him, Hades, torture of her had paralized Marah. Her body began to involuntary step back wards from the newcomer it wasn't until someone called her name when she snapped out of it.

Her timing couldn't have been better, just as Koren shouted Bomb! She turned towards Nikolai "Get them out of here!" she said helping a few men out the nearest exit and looked back as the blast doors closed. She sighed in relief noticing before the door completely closed that everyone was out of the room.

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[Kieran "Bear" O'Shea]

1250 Hours
Akrotiri
Gateroom

It was always a bloody blast when the enemy decided to join the party without a formal invitation. Everything had been going well in Kieran’s little slice of the world, the Lost City of Akrotiri, an Ancient city that was a quarter the size of Atlantis, had been relatively peaceful as of late, but he should have known better than anyone how quickly that could change. One minute him and a few fellow soldiers were patrolling the city, and the next it was all hands on deck when what seemed like bombs exploded all over the city. The attack, it seems, was formulated and well planned out, which of course put him and his team at a disadvantage. Sure, they were prepared for anything, but being attacked in your own home after so many days of peace would put a damper on anyone’s day.

Immediately the security team he was part of sprang into action, grabbing what injured civilians and military members they could and dragging them to the gateroom, which thankfully was still under their control. An order to dial out was called and after a failed attempt at one base or another, the decision was made to dial the only place they had left; Earth. Certainly desperate times called for desperate measures, and having to dial out to another galaxy would tax their ZPM tremendously, but it had to be done in order to save the lives of what was left of the Delian Expedition. 

Being one of the few uninjured, Kieran took up a spot near the gate, helping who he could through it once the eighth chevron locked, the wormhole was stable, and their code was sent through. Some, he knew would not survive the trip to the other side, as their wounds were severe, but it was better than dying here in the hellhole this place had become in the matter of a few minutes. Unfortunately, the enemy knew right where to come and no sooner were the injured going through the gate did another attack hit the city.

1256 Hours
Stargate Command
Gateroom

Kieran slammed against the ramp on the other side, successfully making his way to Stargate Command, albeit a bit injured. He groaned out in pain, his P90 sliding down the ramp and out of his reach. His face was bloodied and already bruising, and he could feel the pain in his shoulder and side throbbing full force. Taking in a breath hurt, and he knew he had to have cracked a rib or two in the little scuffle and the sickeningly hard landing. He crawled away from the gate as it closed and just as a dark figure appeared in the gateroom he felt someone grabbing the back of his bulletproof vest and dragged him to safety.

1300 Hours
Stargate Command
Infirmary

Kieran was placed on a bed near the wall and he was thankful for that, using the support of the wall to lean back against it as he held an already blood stained rag against the side of his face as it continued to bleed. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to will the pain away but to no avail. He knew there were those who were worse off than he was; he had seen a man that he had spent almost his entire time in the Stargate Program fall at the hands of whoever this new enemy was.

“There are others that need help first, mate. I’ll be fine,” He slurred out when he felt someone’s hands on him, trying to examine the wound on his head. He was sure after a little bit of time he would be fine, but he just wanted to sleep a little. Sleep sounded wonderful.

< Tag: Anyone in the infirmary who wants to take care of a grunt with a head injury >

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