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Grox sat by the campfire along with 40 or so other Orks. He was in a foul mood, which was mirrored on every face in the group. The Boss had gotten mad at Grox and his squad during the last big fight with the humans, and had sent them to the back of the army. The thuggish ork absentmindedly kicked a grot as it walked by. He managed a toothy grin as it doubled in pain and then limped off, shouting curses back at him. Grox was tempted to shoot the little thing, but decided against it as he saw it walk up to its master: the Nob in charge of his squad. Bored again, Grox looked back at the warehouse they were guarding. 'Why does da Boss want us

    Now that he was on top of the wall, Peterson could see that the turrets conveniently had lasers designating their tracking patterns. He followed their paths for several minutes, then carefully floated down to the base of the wall and made his way across the open ground to the shelter of the nearest building. The shell of what had apparently been a barracks looked as if it had been ripped apart by some force and then an intense fire had burned whatever was left.    He flicked on his radio. "You guys been seeing all this?" He asked.    Agent King's voice came through his earpiece. "Yes. Would you mind getting us a view of the walls faci

    "Colonel Peterson, please report to Sublevel 12. Colonel Peterson, please report to Sublevel 12."    Micah Peterson opened his eyes about half a centimeter. He groaned as the words that had just issued out of the ceiling-mounted speaker reached his brain. Glancing at the clock, he barely controlled himself from muttering a word that would probably have made his mother faint dead away.    'Only been asleep for 2 hours.'    Peterson managed to pull himself into sitting position, his dog tags tinkling against his chest. The previous night, heck, the previous WEEK, had been an adventure to say the least.    'You never know how much re

Present Day…    Lieutenant Colonel Micah Peterson drifted slowly to the ground, the freezing wind blowing snow and ice against the visor of his Ex-Arm HALO Drop Suit. As his titanium boots touched the glacier, the jump pack built into the back of his suit shut off. For a moment, Micah held his balance on the glassy surface. But then the soles of his boots conformed to a tread that gripped the ice as if it were solid rock.    His feet now planted firmly, Micah pulled his custom FG-A1 Assault Rifle from the slot on his back and activated the Nite-Vision on his visor. The glacier lit up like day as the visor's visual sensors configured

Chapter One     Colonel John Sheppard stepped out of the event horizon of the stargate into daylight and the sound of birds, savoring the brief moment of silence from Rodney's talking. He mostly ignored Dr. McKay's constant yammering, unless, of course, it had to do with him. The moment passed.     "…because it's just not sanely right!" Rodney was saying. "Why would anyone in their right minds would even THINK of going on a trip like that when they're 10 years old!?! I could list at least a hundred reasons why that would…" Rodney stopped. Sheppard didn't have to turn to know that Ronan was