Super Gate
Open Space
Alterran Home Galaxy
As scheduled, power began to surge through the individual modules of the massive alien construct known as the super gate. Drawing power not from the local singularity that normally powered the device, the super gate instead drew power from its sister device standing in the Milky Way galaxy. Thirty seconds after a connection was established, and the event horizon stabilized, three large craft rematerialized and emerged from the wormhole.
First to emerge was the Copernicus Class vessel Stephen Hawking. As Hawking moved away from the super gate, a second vessel appeared. This second vessel shared the hull form of the Veracruz Class landing ships, but internally was far different. USNS Repose was not a tool of hard power, but soft power. Repose and her sister ships were the latest iteration of hospital ships. Outfitted to deliver everything from simple medical help, all the way to complex surgical treatment, Repose could win allies through missions of mercy, instead of missions of conquest. Last to exit the gate was a ship chartered for the voyage. Civilian owned and designed; SS Kennebec River was the newest addition to Earth's ever-growing civilian commercial cargo fleet.
As the super gate powered down, the trio of Tau'ri vessels formed into a line. Leaping into hyperspace, the three vessels proceeded at incredible speed towards their end destination. Excitement rippled through those aboard the Hawking for a multitude of reasons. For many, excitement stemmed from visiting the galaxy where human life had truly originated. For others such as the Papal Nuncio, excitement came from having the chance to expand the new mission of the Jesuit Order. Daniel Jackson was especially excited because he would soon have the chance to return, albeit briefly, to the world of archaeology.
The passage to the end destination took eleven long hours. While the Hawking and Repose could have easily completed this voyage in little more than an hour, Kennebec River could not. This speed limitation imposed a limit on all three vessels, as their hosts expected the trio to arrive together at an appointed time. As the voyage drew to its end, the trip exited hyperspace and returned to normal space. Welcoming the trio was the sight of Celestis.
Very similar to Earth in size and appearance, Celestis was a world with a storied history. This world, in a galaxy far from the Milky Way, was the true cradle of humanity. From this cradle, humanity had taken its first timid steps into the universe. Long before the indigenous people of Celestis had split into factions, becoming the Ancient's and Ori, humanity had developed and evolved here.
Orbiting the planet of Celestis were four Ori motherships, stationed to guard this world once sacred to the former followers of the Ori. Another vessel, matching the size and grandeur of the Ori motherships, also stood in orbit. Deployed for the purpose, the Earth science vessel Copernicus sat in stationary high orbit. From Earth, Copernicus had brought teams from the new Earth Academy of Sciences, which had been busily involved with ongoing archeological digs at numerous sites around Celestis. Humanity was a race driven by curiosity, and the opportunity to explore the Ancient's past was far too valuable to pass up.
Establishing orbit, the trio of new arrivals came to a halt near the already present Copernicus. From this stationary orbit, the newly arrived ships sprang into actions of their own. Message traffic was rapidly exchanged between the three vessels, and multiple locations around the planet below. Kennebec River, carrying a large and varied cargo began to shed shipping containers quickly, via Asgard transport beaming technology fitted to both USNS Repose and Hawking. Composed of agricultural equipment and other assorted items, this cargo rematerialized at points scattered across Celestis.
Thanks to an advance team that had traveled to Celestis aboard Copernicus, the mission of USNS Repose was much easier. This team, over the course of weeks, had worked tirelessly to screen those inhabitants in need of medical and dental care. Farmers requiring veterinary assistance for livestock had also been screened. Using the transporter suite fitted to Repose, those needing treatment began beaming to the hospital ship. This simple act would serve to help those in need, while also forging a deeper bond between those of Celestis and the Tau'ri. Soft power had taken its first step into the Alterran home galaxy.
Aboard the science vessel Stephen Hawking, efforts were underway to complete several missions. Boarding a Puddle Jumper from the integrated internal launch bay within the modified Destiny style design, Papal Nuncio Pietro Martinelli and his entourage began their final leg of their journey. The Jumper would carry them to the city of Celestis, the former home of the religion of Origin. There, the Papal Nuncio would meet with the man once known as the Doci, and current spiritual leader of the inhabitants of this world, to discuss several matters. Most important of these was the invitation being extended to inhabitants here to receive an education at Saint Dominic's, the monastery located on Kheb.
Daniel Jackson, also aboard the Hawking, was giddy with excitement. Hardly able to contain himself, the archeologist was a ball of excitement. Though he loved his career with the SGC, Daniel was at his happiest when given the chance to act in the capacity of the archeologist that he was. Today, he was to be given that chance once more. While he was not here to participate directly in the ongoing archeological digs, he would have the chance to review findings and offer his expert opinion, should it be desired. Upon Jackson's face was his customary shy smile as the Asgard transport beam dematerialized him for transport to the ground below.
An audible chime and a flourish of light announced the arrival of Doctor Daniel Jackson. Seconds after returning to his physical form, the archeologist turned his head left and right. Taking in his surroundings, a sense of satisfaction spread throughout Jackson. This was home; this was the place he most wanted to be at this moment; this is what he knew. All around the newly arrived archeologist, teams of others sharing Jackson's profession and zeal for discovery moved about. This site was the archeological dig of Ortus Mallum, once homes of those later known as the Ancient's.
To those from Earth, this place was the birthplace of all. Here, the Ancient's progressed and advanced. From the mountaintop above, the Ancient's had built the vessel that would carry them to the Milky Way galaxy, and a fresh start. Within the boundaries of Ortus Mallum, the Ark of Truth was conceived and built. The technology known as an Astria Porta, or Star Gate, was also conceived here. For these reasons and more, Ortus Mallum truly was the birthplace of humanity within the Milky Way.
Pushing these thoughts to the side, Daniel made his way to a large tent in the distance. As he progressed towards the tent, smiles and greetings were exchanged between him and longtime acquaintances sharing his profession. Everywhere he looked; teams were busy excavating ruins underground that had once stood above ground. Entering the tent, Daniel was pleasantly surprised to see artifacts all around. These Daniel would focus on when a free moment presented itself. In the corner, looking over a large map of the area, a woman stood. This was the person Daniel most wished to speak with. Eager for a status update, Daniel quickly crossed the gulf between the woman and himself.
"Daniel! Welcome to Celestis." Doctor Patricia Harvey said in greeting.
"It's good to be here. How is the dig going Patty?" Daniel asked.
"This is an amazing site. Everyday brings a new and exciting find. Dig sites in other locations mentioned in the Book of Origin have led to unexpected discoveries as well." Patty answered.
"I will review your findings when I can, so just give me the highlights." Daniel suggested.
"As we already knew, the Ancient's departed Ortus Mallum in mass. They essentially walked out on everything they had here, and took a slow boat to the Milky Way. We are finding everything from everyday items, to examples of technology. This is painting a wonderful picture of everyday life here. That is not the exciting find though." Patty hinted.
"What was found?" Daniel asked in excitement.
"We located the tunnels leading to the construction area for the vessel the Ancient's used to travel to our galaxy. As we continued closer to the construction area, we found data terminals containing schematics for the vessel itself, as well as suggested routes of travel." Patty explained.
"I can think of a few people on Earth who would love a chance to look over that data. Up until now, all we know about the Ancient's exodus comes from the book recovered in the Milky Way." Daniel admitted.
At that moment, another individual entered the tent. Seeing Jackson, this new arrival smiled widely, and quickly made his way to the archeologist.
"Doctor Jackson, it is good to see you once again." The new arrival began.
"Hello Tomin. Thank you for allowing Earth access to sites around your world." Daniel answered.
"Our history is your history. Ever question of your own that is answered here sheds light on our own history. I should be the one thanking you." Tomin replied earnestly.
"We have Tomin to thank for several of our surprising discoveries. He is quite the scholar on the Book of Origin. Without his assistance, we might never have expanded our search in certain directions." Patty admitted.
"What exactly did you find?" Daniel inquired.
"A portion of our lost history." Tomin stated.
"We knew from the start that the Ancient's did not spend their entire existence on this planet residing at Ortus Mallum. One hundred kilometers to the west, we found what are the oldest ruins ever discovered." Patty hinted.
"You have my full attention." Daniel added.
"This is something I think you will find of particular interest." Tomin conceded.
"Underground, thanks to orbit scans, we located a sprawling structure to the west. With Tomin's permission, we began a dig in earnest. We were expecting a city closely resembling cities present at the time of the Ancient/Ori split. This structure predates that by many millions of years. It closely resembles a castle." Patty continued.
"Made of stone? That shouldn't be possible, as the stone would have degraded after so many millions of years." Daniel argued.
"The composition of building materials closely matches that of tests performed by you on materials used to construct Vis Uban in the Milky Way. Each block is an unrefined naquadah material. Obviously, the blocks are cut to nowhere near the precision of those used to build Vis Uban." Patty explained.
"How is that possible? We always believed the materials understanding used to build Vis Uban was common to the Ancient's at the time, not passed down for thousands of generations." Daniel further argued.
"That was not the only unexpected surprise. This structure was the home of an empire of sorts. It seems that at one point in history, the peoples of this world lived under the rule of a Queen. The last queen we have evidence for was a Queen Ophelia. Reams of records from Ophelia's rule, and the rule of many other Queens were found on inscribed naquadah tablets. Those records suddenly stop, suggesting a quick fall of the empire for unknown reasons. Evidence found at locations around Celestis point to a rapid migration of many to other parts of the world, with settlement construction beginning in roughly the same period of time as the empires fall." Patty continued.
"The Ancient's had a queen? I guess it makes sense that they were not always a self-governing culture. It's odd that they never mentioned this." Daniel countered.
"It is entirely possible the history was lost to them. Think of how our two cultures existed for many thousands of years without knowledge of our past, and our origins." Tomin added.
Pointing to a book of sorts, laying on a table, Patty directed her two guest's attention. Each page of this incredibly heavy book was made of thin sheets of dense metallic ore. On each back, inscriptions in the oldest Ancient dialect were scrawled.
"Does this contain the story of the empire?" Daniel questioned.
"Not exactly." Patty conceded.
"Books like this one have been found at other locations around Celestis. The Priors were very interested in the discovery of these texts." Tomin added.
"Can you give me the condensed version of what is contained within the text?" Daniel asked in excitement.
"In this book, a story is told. That story is about the mentors of the Alterran. We have all seen how mythology has muddled the story of an alien race paying a visit, such as with the Asgard and Goa'uld on Earth." Patty stated.
"Hold on a second. The Ancient's have clearly stated that they never encountered a race, species, or culture older than their own." Daniel argued.
"What if that history was lost to them? It makes sense when you think about it in that regard." Patty replied.
"Doctor Jackson, every time a book like this was discovered, a Prior took custody of the text. After a review of the Doci's archives, I have learned that four such books were discovered." Tomin interjected.
"That doesn't give us much to go on." Daniel stated.
"Actually it does." Patty objected.
"How so?" Daniel questioned.
"The book contains a map leading to the home of these mentors within this galaxy. In the Doci's archives, I learned that each time a Prior of the Ori was dispatched to this destination, they never returned." Tomin intoned.
"We have an extra ship. Maybe I should go take a look." Daniel mused.
Protected Planet
Pegasus Galaxy
Shortly after the final battle against the Wraith, Pegasus stood free from tyranny and threat for the first time in ten thousand years. The passing of the enemy who defeated the Ancient's meant an end to the culling and developmental limitation imposed by the Wraith upon worlds within this galaxy. Some viewed this as the beginning of a golden age for the inhabitants of Pegasus, while others waited with bated breath for the arrival of a new enemy. After ten thousand years of oppression at the hands of the Wraith, hope was not in strong supply throughout native human worlds.
After the fall of the Wraith, the human population of Pegasus stood at its lowest level in many thousands of years. In the drive to expel the Tau'ri and their allies from Pegasus, Wraith at the command of Harbinger, had culled entire populations. In their wake, they left worlds stripped bare of human life. These worlds could have easily been utilized as colonization sites by Earth, but to do so would have been to show a few dissenters that the Tau'ri were the new conquerors. The discovery of the mechanism used by the Ancient's to seed planets with human life opened a new opportunity. Use of this mechanism marked a new milestone for the people of Earth. No longer were they the seeded, but now the seeders of life.
Fifteen worlds had been chosen. These worlds were not planets stripped of their population by the Wraith, but worlds closely examined and deemed suitable to support human life. Radek Zelenka, with the assistance of Janus, became the creator of human life on these fifteen worlds. In generations moving forward, it stood to reason that these developing populations would come to identify Zelenka as the creator of life. That thought made the Czech scientist uncomfortable. The very last thing the shy yet brilliant man wanted was to be worshipped as some type of misunderstood deity.
The fifteen worlds selected existed off the grid. While each possessed a gate, those gates had been removed shortly after the introduction of life. Reasoning for this ranged from preventing outside influences, to protecting those who could not yet protect themselves. Sensor nets, defensive cloaking, and protective grids soon took shape around each seeded world. To approach one of these worlds was to receive a warning to depart protected space. Refusal to heed that warning would result in a variety of unpleasant consequences for the intruding party.
A near continuous procession of scientific minds paid visits to each of the fifteen worlds. Their presence was meant to guide these new human populations towards a wholesome and painless form of development. It was hoped that this effort would yield knowledge as to the best way to assist developing primitive races, while also bringing a young race towards enlightenment without the heartache suffered on so many other worlds.
Existing in a hunter-gatherer style existence, the humans of this world were taking their very first steps down the long road of civilization. Amazingly, the ability to create fire was discovered quickly. This fact shocked observers unseen by natives. Slowly, the beginnings of language were taught to natives. To get to this point, the trust of those primitive inhabitants had been earned. Agriculture would be the next lesson passed on, as it was far more important a step towards civilization than even the written word. While the natives were making advances in months that on Earth had taken thousands of years, these people would remain primitive for many centuries to come.
Stalking prey through lightly forested areas of the Planet Five's northern hemisphere, natives plied their hunter's trade. Distracting them from their hunt, a massive fireball high in the clear blue sky appeared. While this frightened the natives, it was a sight seen many times before. Atlantis, last of the city ships to remain in the Pegasus Galaxy, was assigned the duty of visiting each of the fifteen planets every sixty days. Their mission was to ensure the welfare of those under Earth's perpetual care.
A rumbling boom rang out through the atmosphere, as the massive shielded city ship plummeted towards the ground below. Atmospheric heating and friction gave the descending vessel the appearance of a meteor streaking through the sky, trailing a long line of fire and superheated air in its wake. Slowing its decent, Atlantis righted itself to level flight, one thousand feet above the lightly forested plains. Lowering its protective shield, sunlight gleamed off the colored glasses used in each of the city's many high towers.
Descending slowly, the magnificent city of the Ancient's came to rest in a large and deep fresh water lake on the planet's surface. Moments after coming to rest on the wind whipped fresh water lakes surface, a steady stream of Puddle Jumpers exited the upper most launch bay of Atlantis's main tower. These Puddle Jumpers, carrying varied teams of protective personnel and scientific minds, made their way to the burgeoning settlements of the youngest members of humankind.
In the command center of the city ship Atlantis, assigned crew members went about their tasks. The deployment of a large portion of the city's Puddle Jumpers meant sensors needed to be constantly monitored to ensure the safety of those aboard the small craft. At other stations, technicians were busy monitoring the long-range sensors of Atlantis. Enjoying a cup of tea, Woolsey watched those under his command go about their tasks.
"Long range sensors show a vessel approaching through hyperspace. Configuration, energy readings, and velocity point to the vessel being a Vanir Beliskner." Chuck, long time crew member, announced.
"Right on time. The Vanir requested an opportunity to discuss a few matters. Send word to the Vanir that they can entire the atmosphere, and beam to the operations center." Woolsey instructed.
Confirming receipt of instructions, the Vanir Beliskner Class vessel entered the protected planets atmosphere. For several minutes, the large Asgard designed craft hurtled through the pristine atmosphere of this world. Finally, the large craft came to a halt, several miles from Atlantis, and hovering above the deep fresh water lake where Atlantis lay at rest. Seconds later, two individuals beamed from the vessel to the city ship.
The audible chime and visible energy signature of the Asgard transport beam announced the arrival of not one, but two visitors. Retaking their physical form in the gate room of Atlantis, the two new arrivals turned their gaze to Richard Woolsey as he descended the stairs leading to the embarkation platform. Scrutinizing the two new arrivals, Woolsey was somewhat puzzled. One was Vanir, that much was certain. Oddly, the other was human. Who could it be though?
"Welcome to Atlantis." Woolsey offered graciously.
"Thank you for agreeing to this brief meeting." Njoror replied.
"This city is as magnificent as I have been told." The human beside Njoror offered.
"I do not believe we have been formally introduced. I am Richard Woolsey, commander of Atlantis. You are?" Woolsey questioned politely.
"It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Woolsey. I am Minister Jakose of Averia." Minister Jakose replied.
"I am not aware of a world within this galaxy by that name." Woolsey countered.
"My people sequestered ourselves away, to gain strength and await the moment we could rid Pegasus of the Wraith scourge. You and your allies beat us to that goal. Had we more time, I like to believe that Averia could also have achieved the same noble goal. If you are a student of the multiverse theory, then perhaps your people and mine might have become allies, and defended this galaxy together, in some other reality." Jakose said with a smile.
"Perhaps." Woolsey replied.
"The purpose of my visit is to lodge the request, on official behalf of the Vanir, for further examples of the ships your people have constructed for our use. In thanks for all that you have provided us to this point, I wish to invite a delegation from Atlantis to our new home world. We are allies, and feel it only fair to introduce you to our other allies as yet unknown to you." Njoror explained.
"I happily accept that offer. We greatly look forward to meeting those the Vanir call friends and allies." Woolsey replied.
"Our visit today will not be long, as Minister Jakose is needed on Averia soon." Njoror warned.
"Trouble?" Woolsey asked with concern.
"Not at all. A friend of mine, Sovaer, is undergoing a medical procedure with Vanir specialists. He is a rather accident prone friend I am afraid." Jakose offered in explanation.
Before the conversation went further, Woolsey suggested the conversation be taken to his office. There, Woolsey, Njoror, and Minister Jakose discussed many things of importance to all. This first introduction with Averia was a large step for the Tau'ri. Averia represented the first of the unknown advanced races Elizabeth Weir had told of years before.
Colorado Springs, Colorado
Earth
Milky Way Galaxy
Walking through the front doors of the Aspen Shadows long-term mental health facility, a woman took in the sights around her. Aspen Shadows was a private facility, and sat on a pristine forested compound. Secluded from the surrounding city of Colorado Springs, Aspen Shadows was a serene setting for the mentally ill. Approaching the front desk in the facility's lobby, the woman politely smiled at the front desk attendant.
"May I help you?" The attendant asked.
"I am here to see a patient." The woman replied.
"What is the patient's name?" The attendant asked.
"Orlin Carter." The woman answered.
"Your name ma'am?" The attendant questioned.
"Oma, Oma Desala. I believe Colonel Davis called and informed you of my arrival." Oma explained.
"Yes, Colonel Davis did call. If you can wait one moment, I will call an escort for you." The attendant offered.
"No need for that. I know where to find Orlin. Thank you." Oma replied.
Proceeding beyond the front desk and through doors to the rear of the receiving building, Oma exited the structure. Outside once again, Oma Desala made her way through manicured lawns and gardens. In front of her path, patients of Aspen Shadows could be seen sitting upon benches lining the walkway through the garden. Though here for a very different purpose, Oma's love and belief in humanity compelled her to act. As she passed patients seated along her path, Oma spoke a polite word to each. Touching her fingers to the temple of each patient, Oma used her ascended powers to heal the afflictions of each.
Continuing on towards her destination, Oma smiled at the results of her deeds. Behind Oma, she left numerous patients who were suddenly very different people. Those who were catatonic before now looked at a world they could enjoy and interact within. Cries of amazement rang out from nearby attendants at the sudden change in their charges. Oma, through her charity, had given these people their lives back.
Coming to the end of her path through the manicured lawns and gardens, Oma entered the long-term care building. Within these halls, the most long-term residents resided. Traveling down a long wood paneled hallway, Oma walked to the very last room in the hall. To her surprise, the room's door was open. Standing in the open doorway, Oma laid eyes on one of her oldest friends.
Orlin had changed greatly since Oma had last seen him, in both mind and body. During their time on Atlantis, Orlin had been a brilliant researcher and often time's advisor to the Atlantis High Council. Later, Orlin had ascended after returning to Earth following the evacuation of Atlantis. This was a younger version of Orlin in body. His appearance now had a boyish quality, coming from the youth of his body. Mentally, Orlin was a stunted shadow of his former self.
As he spent each day, Orlin sat at his easel, painting images that came to his mind. Looking at the walls of Orlin's room, Oma cast her gaze upon her friend's artwork. Each of these paintings was masterfully done, and vivid with their use of color and visual expression. The most striking of these paintings was the one hanging above Orlin's bed. This painting showed Atlantis, the city Orlin so loved, standing proudly on the seas of Lantea. Though he did not understand where these images came from, it was clear to Oma that remnants of Orlin's memory of a life lived long ago remained within him, though in a heavily fractured way. It broke Oma's heart to see her friend like this. Stepping through the door, Oma approached Orlin. Sensing her presence, Orlin turned from his easel and smiled.
"Hello." Orlin said.
"Hello Orlin. Do you know who I am?" Oma asked.
"Should I?" Orlin asked quizzically.
"You and I were very good friends. It is so good to see you again." Oma said with heartfelt meaning.
"I don't always remember everything I should. I would like it if we could be friends again though." Orlin offered.
"I too would like that very much. Your paintings are very good. Do you have a favorite?" Oma asked.
"That one is my favorite. When I look at it, I always feel better." Orlin said while pointing at the painting of Atlantis.
"What would you say if I told you the city in your painting is real?" Oma asked.
"I would ask if we could go see it." Orlin answered with a smile.
Moving forward to her long time friend, Oma took Orlin in her arms. Holding him close, a wave of emotion ran through her. Orlin had suffered here for far too long, while the ascended Ancient's refused to intervene. Finally, Oma had convinced the others it was time to bring Orlin home.
"Can you take me to see that city?" Orlin asked with childlike innocence.
"Yes, I can. It is time you were brought back to your rightful home. Orlin, I am taking you home." Oma stated with conviction.
Before Orlin could say another word, Oma raised the tips of her fingers to both sides of her friend's head. Glittering energy flowed from her hands and fingers into Orlin's damaged mind. Closing his eyes tightly in response, visions of the past flowed through Orlin's mind. For two minutes, Oma held her friend in her arms as visions of Atlantis, and a lifetime as an ascended being returned to Orlin. When it was done, the childlike look of innocence was no longer present in Orlin's eyes. Instead, his eyes held the look of supreme intelligence, tempered by the caring and passionate disposition Orlin was known for.
"It is time we leave." Oma urged.
Without exchanging further words, Orlin's body began to glow. His body converting into pure energy, Orlin's close fell to the floor. His ascension complete, both Oma and Orlin vanished.
Replicator Home World
Sol Solar System
Milky Way Galaxy
At the request of Elizabeth Weir, leader of the Replicator civilization, Hippaforalkus had traveled to this world. Upon arrival, Weir and Hippaforalkus strolled through the crisscrossing walkways of the large city. After formalities and introductions were concluded, the two moved on to other topics of discussion as they walked side by side.
"Elizabeth, tell me what it is you wish to speak about." Hippaforalkus suggested.
"You are aware of our ability to build rapidly. As a civilization, I am pleased by our growing ability to innovate. What we lack is the ability to lead an effective military force. That is what I have asked you here to discuss." Elizabeth began.
"Why would you request to speak with me specifically about this matter?" Hippaforalkus asked.
"You led the Ancient Fleet, and later the Wraith Fleet." Weir replied.
"Yes, I did. How is that relevant?" Hippaforalkus questioned.
"You have the experience that we seek. We need you to mentor our future leaders, so that they may one day have the ability to be a better partner and ally for Earth. I am not asking that you mentor from the sidelines, but to lead the Replicator Fleet until we are ready to do this ourselves effectively." Weir explained.
"You have a unique relationship with Earth. Would a leader from Earth not be better suited to this task? After all, they defeated me in my previous form." Hippaforalkus reasoned.
"To be a better partner, we feel it best to expand our abilities without leaning on Earth for experience. To do so would mark us as perpetual students, instead of equals." Weir countered.
"I am aware of your use of the Aurora design. I have learned over the course of two lifetimes just how ineffective the Ancient Fleet was, despite our technological edge. A Fleet following the model of the Ancient Fleet would be a mistake." Hippaforalkus explained.
"What more would we need for a complete and effective fleet?" Weir asked.
"Cruisers, small craft, and a host of other types. Earth builds their fleet on such a model, and it is a very effective model. The Aurora's are strong, but come with many glaring limitations. If I agree to this, I would expect autonomy in how this fleet takes shape. Can you agree to that?" Hippaforalkus asked.
"Yes, I believe we can." Weir replied.
Continuing their walk, Weir and her new Fleet Commander discussed the future of the Fleet. Ideas were exchanged, and agreements made. This conversation would forever be known as the beginning of a true fleet worthy of the name.
Elsewhere within the Replicator capital city, progress of another sort was well underway. Construction of a core to hold the many millions of sentient programs recently made ally of the Replicators had been completed quickly. The need for this core was found in the differences between the entities and the Replicators. A pure nanite body was not an option for the entities, as each body would have housed either millions of entities, or taken a single entity and fragmented its code among many billions of nanites. Instead, the entities would remain within a core, which would communicate with an android body controlled by each individual entity.
Using this route, the entities became much like Unmanned Aerial vehicle pilots; piloting a vehicle through data link at great distance. The same technology that allowed for periodic updates of all Replicators from the central core allowed for the real time subspace communication with each android.
The entities, due to their synthetic nature, prided themselves on efficiency. As each android body was completed, the body was assigned to a synthetic pilot. These now active androids busied themselves with the construction of further examples of android bodies. Following this route, the numbers of androids present and operational increased at an almost geometric rate. At the current rate of progression, less than a month was needed to construct individual bodies for each and every entity.
True to their words, both sides of the synthetic alliance had thus far been true to their word, and delivered on every promise. In time, this alliance of synthetic intelligence would take its next step on the universal stage.
Earth
Sol Solar System
Milky Way Galaxy
Corporations on Earth are perhaps the most influential bodies in society, often surpassing even the influence of governments. Granted unique privileges in order to serve needs to meet capacities unimaginable to the average consumer, corporations fill a unique purpose. Often times it was not realized that a corporation truly exists to serve the purpose of maximizing profits and returns for shareholders. This one fact defines what a corporation is and does, and how it contributes to the world at large.
For centuries, corporations of Earth had served their individual markets in a brutal Darwinian contest often referred to as business. As with most things involving humans, this contest boiled down simply to money, or greed. While the population of Earth had enriched successful corporations and their shareholders for many years, disclosure opened up a new and exciting opportunity. Earth's markets were long saturated. In a saturated market, one of the few relatively simple ways to expand the bottom line was venturing into new markets. The universe represented such a market.
Following disclosure, corporations large and small had jockeyed for position in the great game. Each believed the governments of Earth would happily hand over open access to the untapped markets of the galaxies known to Earth. Unfortunately, the governments of Earth disagreed with this assessment. Leary of how corporate behavior would be interpreted by off world allies, and potential friendly civilizations, the governments of Earth were unanimous in their refusal to allow open access to other worlds by business entities unchecked.
Despite this setback, the corporations had a plan. Instead of accepting defeat from governments around the globe, corporations instead turned to a formula that had been shown to work time and again. Greed and public opinion are a powerful combination. Corporations, acting in concert, began forming massive joint ventures. In less than six months, the one hundred most powerful corporations from many nations had formed joint ventures of their own.
Funneling incredible amounts of capital into these joint ventures, corporations took the fight to the governments that denied them the markets they sought. Lobbyists, at great cost, were unleashed. These professional lobbyists pleaded the corporate case to legislators in many nations. Those who vowed to side with the corporate desires were richly rewarded with campaign contributions. Those that refused soon found their campaign funding evaporating, with challengers to once secure political seats appearing. These challengers, who happily vowed to secure corporate desires, were well funded indeed.
Respected academics were the next wave. Putting forth paper after paper, these paid academics laid out a tale of economic stagnation should corporations not be allowed access to new markets. While this worked, it was not nearly as effective as had been hoped. In response to the less than stellar performance of the academics, a series of commercials explaining the repercussions of current policy towards corporate expansion into the universe plaid on television stations around the globe. Adding to this, a number of corporate financed films were produced, extolling the evils of government that sought to limit business, and therefore economic success of the public.
In the end, corporations won their campaign for change. Knowing victory could be had at a cost, these multinational joint ventures had opted to prepare for the day they would be released on several galaxies. The most noticeable preparation was the construction of many hyperspace capable cargo and support ships. These newly constructed vessels did not sit idle long, as the campaign for change was a relatively short one.
Approval in their hands, the powerful joint ventures swung into action. Moving out amongst the stars, these joint ventures began setting up operations on worlds with human populations in both the Milky Way and Pegasus galaxies. Here, these joint ventures would go about manufacturing of goods, for sale to worlds other than Earth. Refusing to accept the price of importation of a labor force from Earth, these joint ventures instead opted for a method not used on Earth for many years.
Construction of off world manufacturing centers would be a time consuming process. Learning of the matter stream creation technology being fitted to Earth's fleet of Athena Class vessels, joint ventures instead opted to rent the capability from the militaries of the Tau'ri. For massive one time costs, the matter stream creation technology suites aboard the vessels of many nations labored to create freestanding cities on many worlds. These cities would be populated by humans from other worlds.
Known as company cities, these settlements were entirely self contained and self supporting. This was also a further way for joint ventures to reap profit. Workers in these settlements were required to life in these company cities. In return for services, shelter, and other conveniences, resident workers were charged rent. This rent was deducted directly from workers pay. Stores available to residents were also company owned and selling member corporations of the parent joint venture's products. At every turn, these joint ventures found new and inventive ways to bring profit into their coffers.
In many ways, this corporate expansion into multiple galaxies was similar to an invasion, waged through economic means. Instead of fighting a bloody fight, these joint ventures had invaded without firing a single shot, and without earning the hatred of the local populace of many worlds. Big business had finally cast its shadow on the universe at large.
Senator Strom's Residence
Washington, DC
Earth
The last three weeks had been a very trying time for Senator Karl Strom. It had all began with a simple televised hearing. During the course of that hearing, the three hosts of the popular BBC program Top Gear had managed to make a mockery of the event and of Karl Strom in particular. Top Gear's ever popular main host had openly mocked Strom at ever turn. Each time Strom attempted to fire back and shut down the shows host, a helmet clad individual known simply as The Stig, had waved an extended finger of warning. Unfortunately for Strom, each of these motions of warning were caught on camera, as the CSPAN camera crew thought the visual made for good television.
Following the ridiculousness of the televised hearing, things quickly grew worse for the Senator for New York. Around the world, a coordinated series of anonymous leaks had occurred. Delivered by untraceable courier to the major news organizations of many nations, thick files recounting decisions and meeting transcripts pertaining to controversial IOA decisions found their way into the hands of investigative journalists. While the first articles that appeared in newspapers were harmful to Strom's reputation, the resulting television investigative reports were caustic at best.
Each time Strom attempted to wage a defense, further documentation found its way into the hands of the press from a very well informed anonymous source. While his reputation internationally was diminished to a great degree, his reputation in the United States and among his constituents in the state of New York was in shambles. Thousands of emails and phone calls poured into Strom's office, overwhelming the freshman Senator's staff. At this point, many were calling for him to step down from office, while others were demanding prosecution.
An egotistical and selfish man, Strom knew that if he were going down, he certainly would not be going down alone. This fact Strom happily pointed out to his former IOA members. Deciding that solidarity was their only path to salvation, the former members of the IOA closed ranks. When confronted by the media, each replied with a simple 'no comment'. Unfortunately, this path damned them in the court of public opinion. To discuss future moves, Russell Chapman had made his way from the United Kingdom to the United States.
"First I had to deal with those three guys from Top Gear belittling me. They actually said car enthusiasts in this country would be well served building an altar to make offerings upon to prevent my reelection. I do not appreciate being repeatedly called a 'cheeky fellow'." Strom raged.
"You know as well as I do that in politics, one must have a very thick skin. This shall pass." Chapman pointed out.
"Do you really think this will simply pass over? Many are calling for prosecution!" Strom argued.
"If it comes to that, the best possible defense team will be provided for you. We have the funds to ensure this never see's trial." Chapman pointed out.
"Shouldn't you be saying 'provided for all of us'? I will not be the fall guy for decisions we made together." Strom warned.
"The most important thing, as I see it, is to identify where these documents are coming from. If we can locate the source, perhaps certain accommodations can be made." Chapman suggested.
"It's clear who it is! This is O'Neill! He is a small man, who only cares about settling old scores." Strom thundered.
"It may very well be General O'Neill, but you will never prove it. This is why I repeatedly warned you not to provoke him." Chapman replied.
"How dare you accuse me of provoking O'Neill! I have done no such thing!" Strom argued unconvincingly.
"Karl, you can lie to the public. That is what politicians do. It is a mistake to lie to me." Chapman pointed out.
"We need to put our heads together and come up with new legislation, or a new controversy. We need something to distract the media, and eventually the public will forget all about this." Strom stated, after quickly changing subjects.
"Give them gold or give them war. That is the ages old recipe." Chapman offered.
HMCS Hugh le Caine
In orbit of P3X-367
Milky Way Galaxy
The planet known as P3X-367 was one with a varied history. Upon its initial discovery, P3X-367 was a world within the Ancient Domain. Much later, this world fell under the rule of the System Lord Nirrti. After rule of this world for many generations, Nirrti stumbled upon the remnants of an Ancient outpost, placed upon this world long before the Goa'uld rise to power. Contained within this outpost was a genetic alteration platform.
Using this genetic alteration platform, Nirrti began her experiments upon the local inhabitants of P3X-367. She did this not out of cruelty or malice, but in the hopes of creating a new form of host for herself. Over time, her experiments continued. While those she experimented upon were gifted with a variety of mental and physical powers, each was left horribly disfigured. The arrival of SG-1 and a Russian SG team, and subsequent capture and experimentation upon Jonas Quinn led Nirrti to believe that her goal was well in hand. Unfortunately, the captive and genetically altered natives rose up against Nirrti, and ended forever her experimentation and her life.
Following the death of Nirrti and return to their normal genetic makeup of the local populace, Stargate Command had removed the genetic alteration platform, and all other examples of Ancient and Goa'uld technology present. These were returned to Earth, and locked away for study within Area 51. Upon Earth's departure, life returned to its normal quiet existence on P3X-367. That quiet existence spanned nearly a decade, before being interrupted by the Lucian Alliance.
Due to this world's location within the Milky Way galaxy, P3X-367 sat in a useful and strategic location. Building a small outpost, the Lucian Alliance rotated teams meant to monitor the travel of spacecraft, and when possible intercept vessels so that they may be relieved of their cargo. Well aware of the native population's knowledge of Earth, and possessed with Earth's gate address, the Lucian Alliance made it a point to remain out of sight from those natives. Mistakenly, the Lucian Alliance thought this equaled Earth having no clue as to their presence upon this world at periodic intervals.
Counting the event a victory, the Lucian Alliance prided themselves on striking out against the Tau'ri. During their boarding and theft of cargo aboard the Tau'ri cargo vessel Henry J. Kaiser, Alliance operatives had removed numerous crates. These crates, containing modified particle magnum firearms built by Heckler and Koch, were returned to Possara, and presented to Kefflin. In an act of gracious generosity, and at the suggestion of the Tau'ri operative operating under deep cover within Alliance ranks, these weapons were distributed to leaders. Every commander of any standing was gifted a stolen Tau'ri weapon, as a prize. Unknown to the Alliance, each of these weapons were fitted with a low power beacon, which was monitored by Tau'ri assets elsewhere. Had the Alliance known the Tau'ri had real time tracking data of leadership movements, they would have been mortified.
During the recent Chimera led assault of warning upon Possara, the Lucian Alliance had been made aware that if captured aviators were not turned over, things would happen. That happening was the unleashing of the forces committed to Project Grendel. Across the galaxy, multinational teams were working towards a common goal simultaneously. That goal was the eradication of any and all Alliance leadership on the move throughout the Milky Way. A single tracking beacon on P3X-367 had brought the HMCS Hugh le Caine to its current position high above the planet.
Having arrived six hours before, HMCS Hugh le Caine observed the planet below, while remaining unseen due to the vessels cloaking system. Powerful sensors aboard the Canadian Athena Class vessel informed the crew of the presence of a single Lucian Alliance Al'kesh, and a small band of eight humans within the Alliance outpost. The outpost itself rested in a network of caves. The path between these caves and the Al'kesh winded through a heavy forest, to a landing area cleared for the purpose. Running nearby was a slow moving river.
While playing a part in this first operational portion of Project Grendel, HMCS Hugh le Caine was simply a monitoring and transportation modality. Instead, it was the manpower the powerful vessel brought with it that was the key portion of this operation. Each an exceptional soldier, the manpower for this operation was drawn from the British Army's Royal Gurkha Rifles Regiment. Providing insertion and extraction support were two heavily modified MH-100 Paiute transport craft belonging to the US Army's 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment. Fitted with cloaks of their own, and space capable in their own right, these special operations modified Paiute's had spent the last several hours emplacing a gear cache the Gurkha's might need, should the operation go wrong. Shortly afterwards, the Gurkha team was inserted several miles from the path leading to the stationary Lucian Alliance Al'kesh.
From Nepal, the Gurkha's reputation as soldiers was the stuff of legend. It has been said that if a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or is a Gurkha. Raised in the mountainous regions of Nepal, Gurkha's were gifted with unbelievable endurance, and mental toughness. So tough were the Gurkha's that not only were they recruited into British service, but also recruited into service among the ranks of the Indian Army.
As the Gurkha team traveled to their insertion point on the planet below, aboard the MH-100 Pave Paiute, those on the bridge of HMCS Hugh le Caine waited with anticipation. Standing beside the Canadian ships commander was a representative from both the British 22nd Special Air Service, and the American Joint Special Operations Command.
"Can you tell me why the Gurkha's opted not to make use of the combat exoskeleton, or why they chose to use the SA-80 rifle over the new individual rail gun rifles?" The ships captain inquired.
"We offered to equip them with our very best kit. In response, they smiled, thanked us, and chuckled. They seem to think it will slow them down, and isn't good sport." The British representative answered.
"In life, you have three simple rules to live by. Do not tug on Superman's cape. Do not spit into the wind. Never mess with a Gurkha." The JSOC representative stated.
"Fair enough." The ships commander replied.
Refusing to simply leave the Gurkha's on the ground to wait for an indeterminate period of time for their target, those standing on the bridge of the orbiting Canadian vessel took steps. Aware that the Lucian Alliance outpost on the planet below was a listening post, it stood to reason that a message would be received. Following the progress of the Gurkha's on the ground below, those aboard the bridge waited until the strike team was in place. Once the Gurkha's were in position, a message was sent requesting the Alliance commander to make his way to the Al'kesh, and its subspace communications suite. Dutifully, the Alliance commander made his way to the waiting Al'kesh.
Under camouflaged cover, the Gurkha's waited along the path, several hundred meters in front of the Lucian Alliance vessel. Adrenaline surged through their veins as they waited. All around them, the sounds of the forest could be heard. Though it was cool as far as temperature was concerned, sweat rolled down the noses of each member of the Royal Gurkha Rifles. Their wait was a tense one, but one that would not last forever. Forty five minutes later, the keen ears of each Gurkha detected the heavy footsteps of the Lucian Alliance commander below. Having removed the earpieces of their radios from ears, the message from Hugh le Caine of a second and third approaching Lucian Alliance operative never reached the team.
As the Lucian Alliance commander approached the Al'kesh in the distance, he grumbled to himself. As a man with a gruff demeanor, he was known as a hard task master. Those under his command also knew him to be a man lacking in patience. The request to walk the distance to the Al'kesh had not been received with glee by this ill tempered man. Plodding along the dirt path, his heavy leather boots were loud, though not loud enough to drown out the bizarre animal noises coming from the forest to his left.
Coming to a stop, the irritated commander turned bodily towards the forest to his left. Squinting blocking out the bright sunlight with a raised hand, the man tried to spot the source of the strange animal noises. For a full minute, he peered into the wood line. Frustrated, he finally admitted defeat and decided to move on. It was at that moment that the Gurkha's struck.
From the wood line at the Lucian Alliance commanders back, a single Gurkha sprung from cover. Sensing rather than hearing the approaching danger, the commander attempted to spin around. As he did, his right hand dropped towards the holstered weapon strapped to his thigh. As his fingers brushed the holstered particle magnum, the knowledge that his life was over ran through the commanders mind. The charging Gurkha had already unsheathed his razor sharp and inwardly curving Khukri knife, and slashed across the exposed throat of the Alliance commander. Knowing his target still had moments of potential life left in him, the Gurkha's other arm shot out and grabbed the Alliance commanders arm as it attempted to remove the pistol from its holster. Once more, the Khukri struck the Alliance commander. The inwardly curving blade entered the commanders body, beneath the jaw line. Blood spurted in wild jets, as the commander collapsed to the ground.
Removing the Khukri from the commanders body, the Gurkha wiped the dark crimson blood from the blade he had carried since reaching adulthood. Grabbing the now dead commanders clothing at the shoulders, the Gurkha began to drag the body into the wood line when all hell broke loose. While the two Lucian Alliance soldiers following their commander had not seen the attack upon their leader, they did see a camouflaged figure dragging the prone form of their commander into the forest. Removing weapons of their own, the two Alliance soldiers began to fire rapidly, though inaccurately at their perceived enemy.
As rounds impacted the dirt trail, small spouts of dirt and rock chips leapt from the ground. It was at that moment that the Gurkha's waiting within the forest opened fire. 5.56 mm rounds raced away from each SA-80 rifle. While neither of the Alliance soldiers was hit, the telltale whizzing and snapping announcing a near miss told the two it was time to move. Under fire, both Alliance soldiers broke from their path, and raced into the forest opposite of where the enemy fire was originating. Running through the woods, the two Alliance soldiers moved towards the waiting Al'kesh. While running, both fired their weapons as rapidly as they could in the general direction of the enemy.
Poorly aimed, many of the rounds fired by the Alliance soldiers missed by a wide margin. In combat, it only takes one lucky shot, and that lucky shot announced its arrival in the form of a yell from a wounded Gurkha. Aware that the two Alliance soldiers were racing towards the waiting Al'kesh, the Gurkha's collected their wounded comrade and the Alliance commanders body quickly. The Al'kesh would not have meant a change in the extraction plan, were it not manned. A crewed Al'kesh changed the situation dramatically. Moving out with speed, the Gurkha's orientated towards their alternate extraction. Covering his comrades movement, a single Gurkha aimed his SA-80 in the direction of the Al'kesh. Failing to anticipate this, one of the Alliance soldiers returned to the path and began firing in the direction of the enemy, while the other powered up the Al'kesh. With a single well aimed shot, the Gurkha dropped the less than smart Alliance soldier firing from the path. That left one.
Moving quickly through the woods, to a location dictated by their alternate extraction plan, the Gurkha's angled towards the river. After covering a very tense half mile, the river came into sight. Moving a large piece of camouflage netting covering a large bulge beneath a towering tree, the Gurkha's found the first piece of their extraction plan. Prepositioned, the raft known as a Zodiac was already inflated, with a somewhat powerful and silent electric motor already affixed. Tossing gear, their wounded comrade, and the body of the dead Alliance commander into the Zodiac; the Gurkha's formed up to each side of the raft and lifted it. In a run more similar to a shuffle, the team and its raft moved into the water. As the raft hit the water, two F-302's raced away from the Hugh le Caine high above, as did an MH-100 Pave Paiute.
In the distance, the Al'kesh pilot urged his craft into the air. As the Al'kesh climbed into the air, the pilot activated the crafts weapons systems. Sadly, the Al'kesh was outfitted to pummel stationary targets, instead of mobile targets. Rage filled the pilot, causing him to struggle to overcome emotion and concentrate on the task of piloting his craft, and avenging the commander he had never really liked anyway. Climbing to a flight level of eight hundred feet, the pilot could see the large expanse of forest unfolding below. On the river in the distance, he saw a wake and raft that should not have been there. This must be how the attackers were attempting to escape.
Maneuvering the Al'kesh, the pilot began to pursue the attackers. Firing wildly, the pilot unleashed several shots from the under slung plasma bombardment system. Large glowing orbs of energetic plasma descended towards the rive. Each impact erupted in a geyser of water and spray. Furious at missing his target, the Al'kesh pilot pressed on in the attack.
On the Zodiac, one of the Gurkha's turned the knob on a compressed air tank sitting in the raft. Compressed air hissed, as panels on the sides of the Zodiac raised. These panels were known as armorflate. Composed of the same material engineered years before to protect SG teams from Jaffa staff weapons blasts, these panels would defend against many weapons, but not if those weapons were of the power found on an Al'kesh. The Lucian Alliance vessel clearly visible behind the Zodiac was soon taken under fire by each Gurkha and his SA-80. Rounds ricocheted off of the protective energy field of the Alliance vessel, while the enraged pilot continued to press his attack. In response to the Tau'ri weapons fire, the pilot again engaged his enemy with the plasma bombardment system.
Geysers of water shot from the water into the air as each plasma discharge went off. The Zodiac, running as fast as its electric motor could propel it, stood little chance of escape. Calling in for air support and extraction, the Gurkha's steeled themselves for the end. They would not throw down their weapons and surrender. They would fight until the death. This, they did not for Queen and country, but for their people. They were Gurkha, and they would not walk silently into death and disgrace.
Eight hundred yards ahead of the Zodiac, a single MH-100 Pave Paiute powered down its cloak and became visible to all. Lowering the rear ramp, the Pave Paiute descended towards the surface of the slow moving river. As the craft descended, the rear gunner of the Pave Paiute opened firing on the pursuing Al'kesh with his rail gun variant of the venerable M-134 mini gun. Sounding like an angry buzz saw, the mini gun spat a continuous stream of slugs at the cockpit of the Al'kesh. This distraction saved the Gurkha's lives.
Locking his eyes on the craft now setting down in the river, the Al'kesh pilot smiled a malicious smile. Concentrating on his target, the pilot moved to once more fire his plasma bombardment array. That concentration cost the Al'kesh pilot his life. Four thousand feet above and behind the Al'kesh, two uncloaked F-302's fired a single anti air missile apiece. Racing towards the Al'kesh at incredible speed, both missiles struck the Lucian Alliance vessel and detonated. Like a stone, the Al'kesh fell from the air. Striking the surface of the river, the flaming Al'kesh was quickly consumed by the rolling water.
The Pave Paiute, stable on the river's surface, began to take on water. Pilots of the 160th SOAR knew this maneuver well. Named the Delta Queen, this maneuver was designed to recover personnel in waterborne environments, with their rafts. Standing to the side of the ramp at the tail of the Pave Paiute, the crafts crew chief motioned with his hand for the raft and the Gurkha's it carried to drive directly into the craft. Water covered the internal deck plating of the MH-100, as pilots watched the rafts progress through rear facing cameras. Driving the Zodiac as fast as its electric motor would propel it; the Gurkha's drove the raft up the Pave Paiutes rear ramp, and inside the craft.
Immediately, the rear ramp began to raise. An internal series of pumps began to pump out the large amounts of river water that had entered the Paiute's internal spaces. Raising the cloak once more, the Pave Paiute raced away from the extraction point, and began its climb towards the orbiting Hugh le Caine. Two minutes later, both F-302's followed suite.
Despite a wounded Gurkha, this mission would be judged a success. At other points around the galaxy, a very similar series of events were playing out simultaneously. Each team involved in these other strikes was also under orders to recover the body of their target. These bodies, once collected, would be transported to another location. Once there, they would be unceremoniously pushed through an active star gate, for their journey to Delmak. In a day, the Lucian Alliance would realize exactly what the Tau'ri had meant about repercussions should the captured pilots in Alliance custody not be released. This conflict was beginning to simmer.