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A Matter of Honor
No one gets left behind… Five years after Major Henry Boyd and his team, SG-10, were trapped on the edge of a black hole, Colonel Jack O’Neill discovers a device that could bring them home. But it’s owned by the Kinahhi, an advanced and paranoid people, besieged by a ruthless foe. Unwilling to share the technology, the Kinahhi are pursuing their own agenda in the negotiations with Earth’s diplomatic delegation. Maneuvering through a maze of tyranny, terrorism and deceit, Dr Daniel Jackson, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c unravel a startling truth – a revelation that throws the team into chaos and forces O’Neill to face a nightmare he is determined to forget. Resolved to rescue Boyd, O’Neill marches back into the hell he swore never to revisit. Only this time, he’s taking SG-1 with him… A MATTER OF HONOR “Senator Kinsey has told me a lot about you and your team, Colonel.” Crawford’s voice was thin and nasal. It suited him. “I look forward to giving him a full report on your methods.” “You haven’t written it already?” The ambassador’s lips compressed into a humorless smile and the silence stretched taut. Daniel rubbed at a sudden knot in the back of his neck and saw Sam’s eyes flitting carefully between the two men. Like him, she smelled trouble. Sergeant Davis broke the moment, his voice crackling over the PA system, “Chevron seven, locked.” Jack didn’t move, holding Crawford’s gaze. Waiting. Daniel stepped back in anticipation, but Jack was barely in the safe-zone. He always had to push it to the limit. And then, like an undersea volcano, the silver-blue event horizon mushroomed into the ‘gate room, hitting an invisible wall mere inches from Jack’s motionless head. Crawford yelped and stumbled backward in shock, his helmet flying free and clunking heavily onto the concrete floor. “Holy crap!” he gasped, struggling for balance and composure as the wormhole sucked back in on itself and eventually came to rest, shimmering brightly inside the Stargate. Daniel smiled; that just never got old. Turning his back on Crawford’s alarmed face, Jack settled his weapon firmly in his hands. “Let’s go,” he barked, striding up the ramp. “Carter, with me. Daniel, Teal’c – bring the newbie. And Crawfish? Don’t forget your hat.”
A Matter of Honor
No one gets left behind… Five years after Major Henry Boyd and his team, SG-10, were trapped on the edge of a black hole, Colonel Jack O’Neill discovers a device that could bring them home. But it’s owned by the Kinahhi, an advanced and paranoid people, besieged by a ruthless foe. Unwilling to share the technology, the Kinahhi are pursuing their own agenda in the negotiations with Earth’s diplomatic delegation. Maneuvering through a maze of tyranny, terrorism and deceit, Dr Daniel Jackson, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c unravel a startling truth – a revelation that throws the team into chaos and forces O’Neill to face a nightmare he is determined to forget. Resolved to rescue Boyd, O’Neill marches back into the hell he swore never to revisit. Only this time, he’s taking SG-1 with him… A MATTER OF HONOR “Senator Kinsey has told me a lot about you and your team, Colonel.” Crawford’s voice was thin and nasal. It suited him. “I look forward to giving him a full report on your methods.” “You haven’t written it already?” The ambassador’s lips compressed into a humorless smile and the silence stretched taut. Daniel rubbed at a sudden knot in the back of his neck and saw Sam’s eyes flitting carefully between the two men. Like him, she smelled trouble. Sergeant Davis broke the moment, his voice crackling over the PA system, “Chevron seven, locked.” Jack didn’t move, holding Crawford’s gaze. Waiting. Daniel stepped back in anticipation, but Jack was barely in the safe-zone. He always had to push it to the limit. And then, like an undersea volcano, the silver-blue event horizon mushroomed into the ‘gate room, hitting an invisible wall mere inches from Jack’s motionless head. Crawford yelped and stumbled backward in shock, his helmet flying free and clunking heavily onto the concrete floor. “Holy crap!” he gasped, struggling for balance and composure as the wormhole sucked back in on itself and eventually came to rest, shimmering brightly inside the Stargate. Daniel smiled; that just never got old. Turning his back on Crawford’s alarmed face, Jack settled his weapon firmly in his hands. “Let’s go,” he barked, striding up the ramp. “Carter, with me. Daniel, Teal’c – bring the newbie. And Crawfish? Don’t forget your hat.”
Allegiance(With: Amy Griswold)
Enemies and friends Reeling from the shocking discovery of Rodney McKay’s fate, Colonel Sheppard and his team retreat to Atlantis to regroup. With Rodney not only in the hands of the Wraith, but apparently working for them, Atlantis faces a new danger — their own man, turned against them. While Zelenka and Colonel Carter work frantically to crack the security protocols McKay embedded in Atlantis’s computer system, Ronan revisits his past and finds much is changing on Sateda. Meanwhile, Queen Death prepares to make use of her most valuable prisoner; with Rodney still unaware of his true identity, the fate of Atlantis hangs in the balance… Set after the TV series’ exciting finale, STARGATE ATLANTIS: Allegiance is book three of the gripping new Legacy series. ALLEGIANCE Book three of the Legacy series “Oh, not good,” Zelenka said, and followed it in Czech with what sounded like something heartfelt. “We have systems shutting down — internal sensors, power to the weapons chair —” “Get that thing shut down,” Lorne said. “Yes, I am trying —” “What the hell is going on?” Sheppard said, tearing up the stairs into the control room, wearing sweatpants tucked into the tops of his boots and a flannel shirt he hadn’t bothered to tuck in at all. “This is Rodney’s work,” Zelenka said. “His programs are shutting down our security systems, and I cannot stop it. I am afraid we are going to lose the iris.” “Security teams to the gateroom,” Sheppard said into his radio. “Sound a citywide alarm.” Salawi’s hands moved uncertainly over her keyboard, but it was only seconds before the alarm sounded. “Put me on citywide,” Sheppard said, and waited for Salawi’s quick nod before he went on. “This is Colonel Sheppard. Assume that as of now we are facing an attack by unknown hostiles who are trying to get through the Stargate. I want security teams on full alert —” Zelenka breathed a curse in Czech, all the more alarming because his tone was hushed rather than heated. “The iris is shutting down…”
Alliances
The price of failure… All SG-1 wanted was technology to save Earth from the Goa’uld, but the mission to Euronda was a terrible failure. Now the dogs of Washington are baying for Jack O’Neill’s blood — and Senator Robert Kinsey is leading the pack. When Jacob Carter asks General Hammond for SG-1’s participation in a mission for the Tok’ra, it seems like the answer to O’Neill’s dilemma. The secretive Tok’ra are running out of hosts, and Jacob believes he’s found the answer — but it means O’Neill and his team must risk their lives infiltrating a Goa’uld slave breeding farm to recruit humans willing to join the Tok’ra. It’s a risky proposition, especially since the fallout from Euronda has strained the team’s bonds almost to breaking. If they can’t find a way to put their differences behind them, they might not make it home alive … ALLIANCES There were no amenities in the stone room they were left in by Va’ton and his Jaffa subordinates. No benches. No blankets. No pillows. Typical Goa’uld hospitality. There was, however, a big messy dried bloodstain on the prison cell floor. Daniel wasn’t going to think about that. He took off his shirt, bundled it up, and put it beneath Jack’s lolling head. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. God, he was hungry. Light-headed. More than a little shaky. The cut on his hand had long since stopped dribbling but it still hurt. He was reasonably sure it was infected. Which was nothing compared to the trouble they were in. Standard O’Neill reply: Don’t worry, Daniel. We’ve been in worse. Okay. Maybe. Once. Sitting in a corridor covered in blood, having just been shot to bits by a Jaffa staff weapon, on a mother ship rigged to the rafters with C4, knowing his wound would probably kill him first, knowing Jack and Sam and Teal’c were going to die soon, too. He’d survived that one. So had they. But even cats only got nine lives and he wasn’t a cat. How many times could he tap-dance on the brink of death before that final, fatal plunge? Please God. Let us be rescued soon. Jack liked to say, There is always, always a Plan B. “Not this time,” he told his friend. “This time, Jack, it’s a miracle… or nothing.”
Alliances
The price of failure… All SG-1 wanted was technology to save Earth from the Goa’uld, but the mission to Euronda was a terrible failure. Now the dogs of Washington are baying for Jack O’Neill’s blood — and Senator Robert Kinsey is leading the pack. When Jacob Carter asks General Hammond for SG-1’s participation in a mission for the Tok’ra, it seems like the answer to O’Neill’s dilemma. The secretive Tok’ra are running out of hosts, and Jacob believes he’s found the answer — but it means O’Neill and his team must risk their lives infiltrating a Goa’uld slave breeding farm to recruit humans willing to join the Tok’ra. It’s a risky proposition, especially since the fallout from Euronda has strained the team’s bonds almost to breaking. If they can’t find a way to put their differences behind them, they might not make it home alive … ALLIANCES There were no amenities in the stone room they were left in by Va’ton and his Jaffa subordinates. No benches. No blankets. No pillows. Typical Goa’uld hospitality. There was, however, a big messy dried bloodstain on the prison cell floor. Daniel wasn’t going to think about that. He took off his shirt, bundled it up, and put it beneath Jack’s lolling head. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. God, he was hungry. Light-headed. More than a little shaky. The cut on his hand had long since stopped dribbling but it still hurt. He was reasonably sure it was infected. Which was nothing compared to the trouble they were in. Standard O’Neill reply: Don’t worry, Daniel. We’ve been in worse. Okay. Maybe. Once. Sitting in a corridor covered in blood, having just been shot to bits by a Jaffa staff weapon, on a mother ship rigged to the rafters with C4, knowing his wound would probably kill him first, knowing Jack and Sam and Teal’c were going to die soon, too. He’d survived that one. So had they. But even cats only got nine lives and he wasn’t a cat. How many times could he tap-dance on the brink of death before that final, fatal plunge? Please God. Let us be rescued soon. Jack liked to say, There is always, always a Plan B. “Not this time,” he told his friend. “This time, Jack, it’s a miracle… or nothing.”
Alliances
The price of failure… All SG-1 wanted was technology to save Earth from the Goa’uld, but the mission to Euronda was a terrible failure. Now the dogs of Washington are baying for Jack O’Neill’s blood — and Senator Robert Kinsey is leading the pack. When Jacob Carter asks General Hammond for SG-1’s participation in a mission for the Tok’ra, it seems like the answer to O’Neill’s dilemma. The secretive Tok’ra are running out of hosts, and Jacob believes he’s found the answer — but it means O’Neill and his team must risk their lives infiltrating a Goa’uld slave breeding farm to recruit humans willing to join the Tok’ra. It’s a risky proposition, especially since the fallout from Euronda has strained the team’s bonds almost to breaking. If they can’t find a way to put their differences behind them, they might not make it home alive … ALLIANCES There were no amenities in the stone room they were left in by Va’ton and his Jaffa subordinates. No benches. No blankets. No pillows. Typical Goa’uld hospitality. There was, however, a big messy dried bloodstain on the prison cell floor. Daniel wasn’t going to think about that. He took off his shirt, bundled it up, and put it beneath Jack’s lolling head. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. God, he was hungry. Light-headed. More than a little shaky. The cut on his hand had long since stopped dribbling but it still hurt. He was reasonably sure it was infected. Which was nothing compared to the trouble they were in. Standard O’Neill reply: Don’t worry, Daniel. We’ve been in worse. Okay. Maybe. Once. Sitting in a corridor covered in blood, having just been shot to bits by a Jaffa staff weapon, on a mother ship rigged to the rafters with C4, knowing his wound would probably kill him first, knowing Jack and Sam and Teal’c were going to die soon, too. He’d survived that one. So had they. But even cats only got nine lives and he wasn’t a cat. How many times could he tap-dance on the brink of death before that final, fatal plunge? Please God. Let us be rescued soon. Jack liked to say, There is always, always a Plan B. “Not this time,” he told his friend. “This time, Jack, it’s a miracle… or nothing.”
Angelus
Fear to tread… With their core directive restored, the Asurans have begun to attack the Wraith on multiple fronts. Under the command of Colonel Ellis, the Apollo is dispatched to observe the battlefront, but Ellis’s orders not to intervene are quickly breached when an Ancient ship drops out of hyperspace. Inside is Angelus, fleeing the destruction of a world he has spent millennia protecting from the Wraith. Charming and likable, Angelus quickly connects with each member of the Atlantis team in a unique way and, more than that, offers them a weapon that could put an end to their war with both the Wraith and the Asurans. But all is not what it seems, and even Angelus is unaware of his true nature — a nature that threatens the very survival of Atlantis itself… ANGELUS Out in the lightless gulfs of space, two great powers coiled around each other like monstrous serpents. And, like monsters, they fought and tore. A week before, Ellis had watched the blood of the two serpents spread across Colonel Carter’s starmap in a series of vivid splashes: a brilliant, icy blue for the Wraith, a gory scarlet for the Asurans. Each splash, Carter had told him, was the site of a known engagement. Between these battle markers lay the serpents themselves, twisting wildly through each other in three dimensions — an approximation of the two powers’ battle lines. The whole map, in fact, was an approximation, and therein lay the danger of it. “Most of this information is days old,” Carter had told him, pointing vaguely at a cluster of splashes. “At best we find out about one of these engagements a few hours after it’s over and done. Really, we’ve got no idea exactly where the fighting is going on.” Ellis had peered closely at the map, a gnawing feeling of worry under his sternum. Carter had scaled the display to take in dozens of star systems, and already half of them were enveloped by the serpents and their terrible wounds. “Is there anything you can be certain of?” “Just this.” Carter had touched a control, and a small green dot had blinked into life in the centre of the display. “Let me guess.” Ellis straightened up. “Atlantis.”
Angelus
Fear to tread… With their core directive restored, the Asurans have begun to attack the Wraith on multiple fronts. Under the command of Colonel Ellis, the Apollo is dispatched to observe the battlefront, but Ellis’s orders not to intervene are quickly breached when an Ancient ship drops out of hyperspace. Inside is Angelus, fleeing the destruction of a world he has spent millennia protecting from the Wraith. Charming and likable, Angelus quickly connects with each member of the Atlantis team in a unique way and, more than that, offers them a weapon that could put an end to their war with both the Wraith and the Asurans. But all is not what it seems, and even Angelus is unaware of his true nature — a nature that threatens the very survival of Atlantis itself… ANGELUS Out in the lightless gulfs of space, two great powers coiled around each other like monstrous serpents. And, like monsters, they fought and tore. A week before, Ellis had watched the blood of the two serpents spread across Colonel Carter’s starmap in a series of vivid splashes: a brilliant, icy blue for the Wraith, a gory scarlet for the Asurans. Each splash, Carter had told him, was the site of a known engagement. Between these battle markers lay the serpents themselves, twisting wildly through each other in three dimensions — an approximation of the two powers’ battle lines. The whole map, in fact, was an approximation, and therein lay the danger of it. “Most of this information is days old,” Carter had told him, pointing vaguely at a cluster of splashes. “At best we find out about one of these engagements a few hours after it’s over and done. Really, we’ve got no idea exactly where the fighting is going on.” Ellis had peered closely at the map, a gnawing feeling of worry under his sternum. Carter had scaled the display to take in dozens of star systems, and already half of them were enveloped by the serpents and their terrible wounds. “Is there anything you can be certain of?” “Just this.” Carter had touched a control, and a small green dot had blinked into life in the centre of the display. “Let me guess.” Ellis straightened up. “Atlantis.”
Behind Enemy Lines
Ten years after STARGATE SG-1: Fragile Balance, General Jack O’Neill has a problem. His clone, created by the rogue Asgard, Loki, has gotten into trouble — and drawn the attention of Homeland Security. But when Daniel comes up with a radical solution to keep the young O’Neill out of the hands of the authorities, General O’Neill must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save one angry young man. And his clone must decide how much he’s willing to trust the friends who walked away from him ten years earlier. As tensions rise off-world, the young O’Neill is forced to confront who he really is — and to decide whether his new life is worth fighting for… 30,000-word novella — plus a bonus 10,000-word short story/prologue (previously published in STARGATE SG-1 ATLANTIS Far Horizons).
Behind Enemy Lines
Ten years after STARGATE SG-1: Fragile Balance, General Jack O’Neill has a problem. His clone, created by the rogue Asgard, Loki, has gotten into trouble — and drawn the attention of Homeland Security. But when Daniel comes up with a radical solution to keep the young O’Neill out of the hands of the authorities, General O’Neill must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save one angry young man. And his clone must decide how much he’s willing to trust the friends who walked away from him ten years earlier. As tensions rise off-world, the young O’Neill is forced to confront who he really is — and to decide whether his new life is worth fighting for… 30,000-word novella — plus a bonus 10,000-word short story/prologue (previously published in STARGATE SG-1 ATLANTIS Far Horizons).
Behind Enemy Lines
Ten years after STARGATE SG-1: Fragile Balance, General Jack O’Neill has a problem. His clone, created by the rogue Asgard, Loki, has gotten into trouble — and drawn the attention of Homeland Security. But when Daniel comes up with a radical solution to keep the young O’Neill out of the hands of the authorities, General O’Neill must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save one angry young man. And his clone must decide how much he’s willing to trust the friends who walked away from him ten years earlier. As tensions rise off-world, the young O’Neill is forced to confront who he really is — and to decide whether his new life is worth fighting for… 30,000-word novella — plus a bonus 10,000-word short story/prologue (previously published in STARGATE SG-1 ATLANTIS Far Horizons).
Casualties of War
Burden of command… It’s a dark time for Atlantis. Following the first Asuran clashes, Colonel Sheppard is buckling under the strain of command. When his team discovers Ancient technology which can defeat the Asuran menace, he is determined that Atlantis must possess it — at all costs. But the involvement of Atlantis heightens local suspicions and brings two peoples to the point of war. Elizabeth Weir believes only her negotiating skills can hope to prevent the carnage, but when her diplomatic mission is attacked — and two of Sheppard’s team are lost — both Weir and Sheppard must question their decisions. And their abilities to command. As the first shots are fired, the Atlantis team must find a way to end the conflict — or live with the blood of innocents on their hands… CASUALTIES OF WAR “Don’t just stand there and tell me it can’t be done. Find a way!” Bristling, Rodney fired back. “What, so if I acknowledge reality, that somehow means I care about Ronon and Teyla less than you?” “Both of you, stop it,” ordered Carson with a vehemence he rarely showed. It made an impact; Rodney’s mouth snapped shut. With that hard set of his jaw, his own sadness and frustration became visible at last. The doctor finished bandaging John’s forearm before speaking again, more gently. “Listen to yourself, John. What are you really hoping to find?” “I don’t know! But what’s our alternative? Just let them go, forget about them?” “Forget about them, certainly not,” Carson replied, his voice solemn. “Let them go…aye, lad. I’m afraid so.” John scrubbed a hand over his jaw, fast running out of rational points to make. Hell, he was starting to run out of irrational ones. All he had — all he knew — was the fact that his teammates were out there, and it went against everything he held fundamental to leave them, whether for an hour or forever, where they lay. Where his mistake had led them. He’d sent Rodney’s group off unarmed, and this was the result. “God damn it,” he whispered.