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Well, I've been mulling over this one for a month now. I decided to finally just do it. New Avenger model, "new" scene. Just a tiny bit from my alternate Stargate universe that is tied with my own personal IP "Broken Alliances".

Bit O' Story

(Odyssey)

                Mitchell slowly hobbled to the bridge. The continuous onslaught from the Ori motherships was making it difficult to stay on his feet. Finally, the main viewport was visible through the hatch ahead of him. If he was going to go out, he was going to have a damn good view of it. He placed his hand on the armrest of the center seat for support as he got ready to turn around to sit. A much larger jolt struck the ship sending him to the deck.

                "Well, that's it." He said aloud to himself as he looked up at the overhead. He just stared, waiting for the final blow. Nothing. He could still see flashing from outside. The Ori were still shooting, but not at Odyssey. He carefully rolled to his belly and got to his knees. Looking out the main viewport over the missile deck, there wasn’t much to see. Well, minus the massive Ori ship that was preparing to fire. He closed his eyes as the beam tore out at him. Nothing. Again.

                He opened his eyes in time to see the energy blocked and dissipated by a shield. Not Odyssey’s, the perimeter was too far away. It had to be another ship, but he couldn’t… He stopped and looked up slightly. The cracked eye socket on his left side screamed at him, but he kept going. He could see part of another ship above them. Literally, directly above them. He shifted his view to the right and caught a glimpse the ship’s bow. Several hundred meters ahead of him. Mitchell had no idea who this ship belonged to, but he did know that it was huge and it had just saved their lives.

                “Cam, did the Ori stop firing?” Carter was still frantically working to get the hyperdrive back online. She knew it was likely a lost cause, but there wasn’t much else to do.
                “Nope. They’re still shooting. A lot.” Mitchell replied just staring out at the fight. The new ship was just taking each hit and shrugging it off.

                “At us?”
                “Well, they’re trying. You might want to look outside.”
                “What’s going on?”

                “Trust me, you’re gonna want to see this.”

                Carter moved to the window looking out of the core room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until a shield flared to life from another Ori beam. Quickly she looked around to find the ship it belonged to. She too finally looked up and saw it. Her window was sitting almost directly under a massive turret with three rather mean looking guns mounted on it. Looking further forward she saw another, then what appeared to be the bow.

                “Colonel, you might want to see this.” Major Marks had pulled up a sensor display. All Sam could do was whistle when she saw the rest of the ship.



(Unknown Ship)

                The bridge rocked sharply less than a second after the ship had emerged from Hyperspace. A display hanging from the overhead indicated a pair of shield impacts the moment she settled into Normal Space. One on the starboard bow, and one on the port quarter.

                A hand reached up and confirmed the report on the deflector monitor. Another volley struck the shields.

                “Ms. Dawes, your aim and timing are as perfect as ever.” A tall man, wearing what appeared to be Navy Khakis stepped away from the monitor. His silver Oak Leaves reflecting the lights on the bridge overhead.

                “Thank you sir. It’s a gift.” Crewman First Class Alyssa Dawes replied from the helm station toward the front of the bridge.

                The man turned aft towards an Ops station. “What’s the Odyssey’s status Ops?”

                “She’s pretty banged up sir. You weren’t joking about timing. Those shots would have finished her.” A young Lieutenant J.G. replied.

                “Life signs?”

                “Yes sir, I’m reading nearly a full complement. Ten, maybe twelve dead and dozens wounded.”

                “Any sign of Colonels Carter and Mitchell?”

                “Yes sir. I’ve got a lock on both.”

                “Good, transport them directly to Sick Bay One and then begin bringing the rest over.”

                “Aye sir.”

                The bridge rocked again. The officer looked forward. Shields were down to eighty-five percent. He checked his watch. Seven minutes to go…

                “Fire Control, Conn.” He called out over the Comm.

                “Conn, Fire Control, Aye.” Another young Lieutenant replied.

                “Fire up the secondary battery.”

                “Aye sir.”

                “Sir?” Master Chief Petty Officer Rick Wallace approached.
                “Yeah Master Chief.”

                “We’re under strict orders not to destroy them.”

                “I know Master Chief. Those orders don’t say we can’t take out their main weapons.”

                “Very true sir. I like the way you think.” A big grin spread across the Master Chief’s face.

                “Fire Control, Conn, set target package Charlie with special code four. I want it clean. Minimal collateral damage.”

                “Conn, Fire Control, target package Charlie special code four, quick and clean coming up.”

(Odyssey)

                Both Mitchell and Carter were looking out windows at was was unfolding around them. Movement caught their eyes as several turrets swung from their idle positions and settled onto targets.

                “Oh boy…” They both caught each other saying.

(That one ship)



                “Conn, Fire Control. Target package Charlie confirmed. Weapons on target and tuned to special code four.”

                “Fire.”

(Odyssey/Unknowns ship)

                They both flinched when the guns fired. Blue streams of energy tore out toward the Ori ships. The beams cut through the Ori shields as if they weren’t even there, then they cut through the main emitters for their weapons. Carter’s mouth dropped. Whoever these people were, they had basically just melted the main guns on the Ori ships. She turned to address Mitchell only to be stopped by a bright light engulfing both of them. A moment later, they were both standing in the middle of what appeared to be a ship’s Sick Bay.

                “Well, that’s not what I expected.” Mitchell mused as he collapsed onto a bed. A blink of an eye later several people stepped into the room in scrubs. One stood out wearing a traditional Doctor’s lab coat.

                “Welcome, I’m Dr. Lara Heath, Chief Medical Officer.” She introduced herself as she stepped up next to Mitchell’s bed.

                “Hi, I’m… Ow!!” Mitchell was interrupted by a quick blood draw.

                “Nice to meet you Colonel Ow. Or is it Mitchell?”

                Cam was caught off guard. So was Sam.

                “You know us?” Carter inquired. Knowing the answer was obvious.

                “You could say that Colonel Carter. It’s a long story, and the explanation is well above my pay-grade.”

                “Not the last time I checked.” The Officer stepped into Sick Bay. Carter straightened up. Somehow she recognized him. Mitchell just waved painfully as the Doc and her nurses started poking and prodding him. The frustration was visible. “Just relax Colonel Mitchell. It’s easier that way. She won’t hesitate to tie you up an call in a Marine to sit on you.”

                Doctor Heath turned around and stuck her tongue out at him for the comment. Carter chuckled a bit. “I’m sorry, you have us at a disadvantage.” She noticed the Oak Leaves on his collar. Lieutenant Colonel? No. His uniform appeared to be a modified version of Navy Khakis.

                “Forgive me. I’m Commander Terry Weiss. Executive Officer, U.S.S. Prometheus.”

                “Prometheus?” Carter let slip. Not a name she was expecting to hear. Yet at the same time she was.

                Commander Weiss just smiled. That was now the second time he heard her say that. Not that she would know that, just yet.

Description
Well, I've been mulling over this one for a month now. I decided to finally just do it. New Avenger model, "new" scene. Just a tiny bit from my alternate Stargate universe that is tied with my own personal IP "Broken Alliances".

Bit O' Story

(Odyssey)

                Mitchell slowly hobbled to the bridge. The continuous onslaught from the Ori motherships was making it difficult to stay on his feet. Finally, the main viewport was visible through the hatch ahead of him. If he was going to go out, he was going to have a damn good view of it. He placed his hand on the armrest of the center seat for support as he got ready to turn around to sit. A much larger jolt struck the ship sending him to the deck.

                "Well, that's it." He said aloud to himself as he looked up at the overhead. He just stared, waiting for the final blow. Nothing. He could still see flashing from outside. The Ori were still shooting, but not at Odyssey. He carefully rolled to his belly and got to his knees. Looking out the main viewport over the missile deck, there wasn’t much to see. Well, minus the massive Ori ship that was preparing to fire. He closed his eyes as the beam tore out at him. Nothing. Again.

                He opened his eyes in time to see the energy blocked and dissipated by a shield. Not Odyssey’s, the perimeter was too far away. It had to be another ship, but he couldn’t… He stopped and looked up slightly. The cracked eye socket on his left side screamed at him, but he kept going. He could see part of another ship above them. Literally, directly above them. He shifted his view to the right and caught a glimpse the ship’s bow. Several hundred meters ahead of him. Mitchell had no idea who this ship belonged to, but he did know that it was huge and it had just saved their lives.

                “Cam, did the Ori stop firing?” Carter was still frantically working to get the hyperdrive back online. She knew it was likely a lost cause, but there wasn’t much else to do.
                “Nope. They’re still shooting. A lot.” Mitchell replied just staring out at the fight. The new ship was just taking each hit and shrugging it off.

                “At us?”
                “Well, they’re trying. You might want to look outside.”
                “What’s going on?”

                “Trust me, you’re gonna want to see this.”

                Carter moved to the window looking out of the core room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until a shield flared to life from another Ori beam. Quickly she looked around to find the ship it belonged to. She too finally looked up and saw it. Her window was sitting almost directly under a massive turret with three rather mean looking guns mounted on it. Looking further forward she saw another, then what appeared to be the bow.

                “Colonel, you might want to see this.” Major Marks had pulled up a sensor display. All Sam could do was whistle when she saw the rest of the ship.



(Unknown Ship)

                The bridge rocked sharply less than a second after the ship had emerged from Hyperspace. A display hanging from the overhead indicated a pair of shield impacts the moment she settled into Normal Space. One on the starboard bow, and one on the port quarter.

                A hand reached up and confirmed the report on the deflector monitor. Another volley struck the shields.

                “Ms. Dawes, your aim and timing are as perfect as ever.” A tall man, wearing what appeared to be Navy Khakis stepped away from the monitor. His silver Oak Leaves reflecting the lights on the bridge overhead.

                “Thank you sir. It’s a gift.” Crewman First Class Alyssa Dawes replied from the helm station toward the front of the bridge.

                The man turned aft towards an Ops station. “What’s the Odyssey’s status Ops?”

                “She’s pretty banged up sir. You weren’t joking about timing. Those shots would have finished her.” A young Lieutenant J.G. replied.

                “Life signs?”

                “Yes sir, I’m reading nearly a full complement. Ten, maybe twelve dead and dozens wounded.”

                “Any sign of Colonels Carter and Mitchell?”

                “Yes sir. I’ve got a lock on both.”

                “Good, transport them directly to Sick Bay One and then begin bringing the rest over.”

                “Aye sir.”

                The bridge rocked again. The officer looked forward. Shields were down to eighty-five percent. He checked his watch. Seven minutes to go…

                “Fire Control, Conn.” He called out over the Comm.

                “Conn, Fire Control, Aye.” Another young Lieutenant replied.

                “Fire up the secondary battery.”

                “Aye sir.”

                “Sir?” Master Chief Petty Officer Rick Wallace approached.
                “Yeah Master Chief.”

                “We’re under strict orders not to destroy them.”

                “I know Master Chief. Those orders don’t say we can’t take out their main weapons.”

                “Very true sir. I like the way you think.” A big grin spread across the Master Chief’s face.

                “Fire Control, Conn, set target package Charlie with special code four. I want it clean. Minimal collateral damage.”

                “Conn, Fire Control, target package Charlie special code four, quick and clean coming up.”

(Odyssey)

                Both Mitchell and Carter were looking out windows at was was unfolding around them. Movement caught their eyes as several turrets swung from their idle positions and settled onto targets.

                “Oh boy…” They both caught each other saying.

(That one ship)



                “Conn, Fire Control. Target package Charlie confirmed. Weapons on target and tuned to special code four.”

                “Fire.”

(Odyssey/Unknowns ship)

                They both flinched when the guns fired. Blue streams of energy tore out toward the Ori ships. The beams cut through the Ori shields as if they weren’t even there, then they cut through the main emitters for their weapons. Carter’s mouth dropped. Whoever these people were, they had basically just melted the main guns on the Ori ships. She turned to address Mitchell only to be stopped by a bright light engulfing both of them. A moment later, they were both standing in the middle of what appeared to be a ship’s Sick Bay.

                “Well, that’s not what I expected.” Mitchell mused as he collapsed onto a bed. A blink of an eye later several people stepped into the room in scrubs. One stood out wearing a traditional Doctor’s lab coat.

                “Welcome, I’m Dr. Lara Heath, Chief Medical Officer.” She introduced herself as she stepped up next to Mitchell’s bed.

                “Hi, I’m… Ow!!” Mitchell was interrupted by a quick blood draw.

                “Nice to meet you Colonel Ow. Or is it Mitchell?”

                Cam was caught off guard. So was Sam.

                “You know us?” Carter inquired. Knowing the answer was obvious.

                “You could say that Colonel Carter. It’s a long story, and the explanation is well above my pay-grade.”

                “Not the last time I checked.” The Officer stepped into Sick Bay. Carter straightened up. Somehow she recognized him. Mitchell just waved painfully as the Doc and her nurses started poking and prodding him. The frustration was visible. “Just relax Colonel Mitchell. It’s easier that way. She won’t hesitate to tie you up an call in a Marine to sit on you.”

                Doctor Heath turned around and stuck her tongue out at him for the comment. Carter chuckled a bit. “I’m sorry, you have us at a disadvantage.” She noticed the Oak Leaves on his collar. Lieutenant Colonel? No. His uniform appeared to be a modified version of Navy Khakis.

                “Forgive me. I’m Commander Terry Weiss. Executive Officer, U.S.S. Prometheus.”

                “Prometheus?” Carter let slip. Not a name she was expecting to hear. Yet at the same time she was.

                Commander Weiss just smiled. That was now the second time he heard her say that. Not that she would know that, just yet.