A/N: This is basically just a premise for long standing story idea I have. I hope people will like it. The prologue is setting the stage.
The Wraith-Atlanteans have been at war for more than 80 years and while Atlantean council can honestly say that they won every battle they could not see a way to win the war. The Atlantean council deployed Twelve battlegroups of enhanced auroras to conduct deep strike operations against the Wraith controlled territory.
Stargate Renactum Imperium
"Well, I think they could be the teachers of roads. See, the Romans were the first real road builders. They spoke Latin and they learned to build roads from the gods, known as the Ancient ones." – Daniel Jackson
-Prologue-
Approximately 10,010 years ago
Pegasus Galaxy
Atlantis
In the bowels of Atlantis, Prisoner confinement Civil guards stood at attention. Several detainees in Atlantean military uniform were confined but stood at the ready.
"General!" The warden called sarcastically, "Time for your sentencing."
The detainees like moved back making a path. A lone young imposing man in the uniform of an atlantian general his chest festooned with medals. General Corlianus Abaddon stood giving a nonchalant shrug.
"Dropped the shield!" The guard warden said
Each and every one of the detainees were placed in restraints at stunner point and guided to the Atlantis Central hub. Aside from their jailers and the guard warden only Fourth councilman Dredlos, Lantia leading expert in genetic research, came in person who acts as adjudicator in favor of General Abaddon and nearly two dozen of his officers and most loyal supporters stood lined up five rows wide and four columns deep with General Abaddon standing apart near Councilman Dreadlos as if to present his men for inspection.
The viewer shimmered and Atlantean council appeared in hologram form so realistic it seemed they were right in front of them.
"Fellow council members, we are here to perform sad duty. We are here to sit in judgment over one of our own. Before us stand the accused, once a rising star and a model atlantean General Corlianus Abaddon, destroyer of worlds." Third councilman Morros declared.
"General Corlianus Abaddon, You and your officers are charge with utilizing prohibited technology to destroy fifteen worlds and slaughtering 800 million sentient life forms," councilman Morros said.
"Before we pass judgment do the accused have anything to say?" Second Councilman Dredlos appeared beside General Abaddon and his men.
General Corlianus Abaddon stared each of the council members straight in the eye with a deep breath he began in his cold tone, "For over eighty years, we have won every engagement against the Wraith. We have slaughtered them in droves in battle after battle; but, we are no closer to victory."
"We will lose this war because you sniveling old men lack the spine prosecute total war. Our scientist develops new weapons that can eradicate the Wraith but you prohibit it," seething with anger now, "You would lead our people to our deaths!" he screamed, "without utilizing the technology available in our hands because you lack the will to do what is necessary for the survival of our species."
"Yes, I destroyed worlds," with the passion of a zealot Abaddon sceamed, "I destroyed 15 Wraith worlds!"
"You killed 200 million alterans." Morros countered with such vehemence; but, Corlianus didn't even flinch.
"Alterans!" Corlianus spat "enslaved, co-opted, or collaborators!" Abaddon said without loosing stride, "I did them a mercy!"
"mercy….," Moros said indignantly, "mercy! How can you stand there and claim you gave them mercy."
Corlianus let Moros words slide off him, "We are at war for the survival of our species. I regret nothing!" Abaddon countered.
The council members took a few minutes to recompose themselves; before head councilman Keiran stood.
"General Corlianus Abaddon," Councilman Keiran began, "this august body finds you and your officers will be penalized by a sentence of death. Your sentence to be carried…"
Low rumbling made the councilmember's froze in their place
The door to the Atlantean Council chamber opened and a flustered and panting tech tech officer arrived, "Council members, beg your pardon, a fleet of Wraith Hiveships have dropped out of Hyperspace and have begun bombarding Timaeus, a moon in the outer edge of the system.
"What happened to the ninth Battlesquadron?"
"The ships vanished" The tech officer reported
Councilman Moros was the first to react, "what about long range scans and planetary defenses?"
"We didn't detect anything on sensors and we cannot activate the planetary shielding array?
"A malfunction?" A female councilman asked
"Sabotage!" Moros concluded
Laughter filled the cold silence; Moros turned to the projector to see General Abadon laughing.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Keiran screamed
Moros was issuing orders to mobilize the enhanced aurora ships to intercept and engage the Hivehsips.
In a predatory grin, "Too long this council has sat safe in this tower while our people burn now I have given this council a bitter taste of this war."
"You have given the Wraith a foothold in this system," Keiran screamed in a near apoplectic fit "Guard take them away!"
The civil guards stepped forward to encompass the prisoners; but instead of a band of restrained prisoners they face well trained and freed battle-hardened veterans that quickly overpowered them in a short scuffle. The guard captain and a two of his remaining men managed to fight his way to General Abadon and take the General hostage.
The General just smiled with a weapon pointed at his head. "You will all lay down your arms and submit," the guard captain gave in a curt but flustered tone, as trembling from the wraith bombardment rocked the planet surface.
The Generals officers froze in various states of action. The guard captain stared down the detainees; his arm around the general's neck weapon pointed on the general's right temple. The general gave an off-hand smile offhand. Shots sounded behind him and the guard captain became no more than a sack of dead flesh and slump forward. Successive shots echoed in the chamber and Councilman Dredlos with a weapon smoke of radiated heat after his discharge that dispense with three members of the civil guard.
Dredlos pointed the weapon to the general square in the General's face and smiled. The general smiled back and Dredlos ease his hand on the grip and presented the weapon's grip to the General, "I serve you for the survival of our people."
General Abbadon took the weapon from him and smiled. Turned it to the video feeds and destroyed them one at a time.
The Lantean council chambers were in an uproar at the recent events. Councilman Keiran gave orders to deploy more security personnel to surround detainment center.
"I've ordered Battlegroup XI and XX to launch a counter-attack against the Wraith." Morros informed the council, "They should be entering hyperspace now."
"NOW CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO THE NINTH?" Councilman Keiran yelled.
Morros scratched his chin. The ninth was General Abbadon's task group in over 17 deep strike missions against Wraith territory absolutely loyal to him. Morros recommended the entire battle group crews to be cycled out and scattered but cycling out and detaining elite veterans in the middle of the Wraith war was judged impossible and the council only allowed a purged of key officers and reassigned the ninth to a critical but low threat zone in Timaeus sector a very circuitous route to Lantea from all known Wraith settlements. This was obviously a escape plan by Abaddon and his loyalists. Abaddon was misguided and willing to do anything he believe was necessary to beat the Wraith; but he couldn't believe Abaddon would align himself with the Wraith to escape. So it was unlikely the Nineth let the Wraith pass….
Morros thoughts were interrupted when the city lighting flickered and the monitors went static and dark. The entire power grid across Lantea went down.
"What happened to the local power grid?" A female councilman asked
"Another Tech report we have suffered massive failure in the planetary grid," Councilman Haring said, "power station, Transport systems, communications systems, chair platforms, satellite platforms and planetary shield generators are all down cause unknown."
Moros opened his com channel "Security personnel to critical areas deploy all gateshuttles, security to the gateroom. Engineers to the substations." Morros wrapped out orders like a general.
"Deploy the entire civil guard to population centers!"
"Send word to Tria Battlegroup to go on full alert and defend the planet…" Keiran ordered
"Send word to Eleventh and Twentieth ship group to come back!" Morros called out.
The council members looked at him in shocked surprise.
"The ninth is coming!" Morros said.
The Council chambers rocked nearly toppling Hangral, an old council member.
"It's the Wraith!" one of the council members shrilled in panic
"The Tria Battle group has sent word that seven Auroras and ten Nebula class ships and two comet auxillary ships." The tech officer, "it's the Ninth, they've open fire."
High above Atlantis orbit ships dropped out of Hyperspace, seven Auroras, ten Nebula class ships and two Comet class auxillary ships. and let loose their weapons, on the continent of the detention center. On the Aurora Pterus flagship of Ninth Battlegroup, Tribune Hesia stood the Fleet captain's chair was empty. The throne empty waited for the uncrowned King of the fleet. The most recent inhabitant a spineless bureaucrat had met his end at Tribune Hestia's hand. She was the ship third officer so the she was missed by the purge; but, but purging the Fleet officers were not enough. Hestia knew every man and woman aboard these ships were completely loyal to the general. Only purge of the entire crews would remove the general's loyalists. Another half-measure decision the council is so proud of.
The injustice of general's detainment and trial had caused the disgruntled crews uproar and the indignity of being stationed in a non-critical post because of questions of their loyalty was the last straw.
"Our comrades have successfully enacted the plan…" the comm officer reported, "the planet is dark, No, weapons no shield. The Tria Squad is six light minutes out and XX and XI Squads are already a light month towards Timaeus" the comm. Officer gave a quite smile they fell for the ruse.
"Good…send message exodus!" Hestia gave the command.
The ninth began planetary bombardment of weapon sites. Not a total planetary bombardment but an attack limited to sites created an opening in the planetary defence grids. Since the system controls were down the satellite stations were totally defenceless and easily destroyed or disabled.
"Clearing of orbital defences is 90% completed while ground base defences is 60% complete. We have received word from ground team Alpha, they have acquired their package but are pinned down; Team Beta was delayed." In a succinct tone.
"Signal the General!" Tribune Hestia ordered.
Detention Cener
Civil Guard forces tried to break through the perimeter barricades. Shots fired overhead. The long narrow corridor created a good bottle-neck to easily defend but they were easily trapped and could be worn down. Five of his officers were down
"Codeword exodus." Dredlos stated, as he activated his transmitter.
"Daelus?" the general asked, "Wheres the charge?"
Daelus passed two of the Lantian hand weapons, "I've overloaded these; it will make a good distraction."
The General took the improvised explosive and tossed it down the hall. The energy blast paused.
"Lets get ready to leave!" excitement, fear, and uneasiness ran down his spine as General Abbadon assembled his men. The men lined up. A brilliant flash of light filled the chamber before the civil guard moved in.
ON BOARD THE PTERUS BRIDGE
General Corlianus Abaddon marched into the bridge. Followed by determined looking Councilor Dredlos. The bridge crew stood at attention to greet the general. General Abaddon gave them a Lantean salute right fist to left breast.
"Welcome back General," Hasti gave a respectful salute The General nodded.
"Thanks for the rescue," Abaddon said.
The general stood before fleet command chair for a moment; he ran his hand over the arm rest before sitting down. Concentrating General Abaddon closed his eyes and initiated the control chair. True masters of the ancient control chairs develop it to make the ship a part of ones body like a leg or an arm and few were better than General Corlianus Abaddon. Instantly his mind was filled with images displays of ship status and status of the Ninth. The status of the planetary defenses. With effort Abaddon focused the ship sensors to the sensor readings about the on coming Tria Squadron; The Tria squadron were composed of enhance twelve enhance auroras to his force of seven standard Auroras and ten older Nebula class ships and two Comet auxillary ships. His force was outmatched in a head on clash, Not to mention the two other battlegroups that have been recalled approximate arrival time twenty minutes.
Abaddon focused again two the two key blips on Atlantis surface. Alpha was already breaking planetary gravity well making its way to the Ninth. Beta was still stuck with a swarm of Gateshuttles closing in. Abaddon let out a low curse Beta was absolutely paramount; but there was no way to get them out. The Trias task force would be on them in three minutes. Alpha team would here in four. Beta would be absolutely delayed. He racked his mind. It was simple math like most thinks. Success is absolutely necessary. Clear Cold calculation but there was no way to get around it now. Abaddon disengaged from full immersion. All the inputs were too much to make key communications. Abaddon knew from experience that slight distraction could cost critical seconds in battlefield conditions coordinating a fleet action.
All ships come about aim all weapons on Kyra, Tribune Hasti nodded and gave orders.
"Open communications to the Tria's commander…"
General Hippaforalkus appeared stern on his bridge, "Surrender you are surrounded!"
"I can't do that general and you won't fire on us." Abaddon answered his face an absolute mask.
"Why?" Hippaforalkus "You can't out run us you cannot out fight us. Yield or die."
I have my ships weapons pointed at Kyra I will open fire if you do not cease your advance.
Hippaforalkus glared daggers at him, "You wouldn't dare!"
"I have been charged and convicted with the deaths with 200 million alterans." Abaddon asked, "Whats another twenty million?"
The two men stared at each other but Hippaforalkus blinked first, "All ships cease advance."
"The Tria task force has ceased advance" Hasti confirmed
"Sir sensors have indicated that Beta shuttle has been destroyed." Sensors officer said.
"Planetary defense back up will be back on in four minutes."
"Wheres Alpha shuttle?" Abaddon question his voice tinge with excitement.
"its just docked."
"Nebula remain in orbit if the Tria task force moves open fire on the surface and cover the fleets retreat," Abaddon declared, "All remaining ships break orbit and jump out now."
Five minutes later
"Sir long range sensors have detected no pursuit." Hasti said
"We have set a rendezvous point for the heavy transport ships" Hasti notified.
"Good I am sending exodus plan phase six." Abaddon sent out the final phase of the plan to save Lantean civilization.
An Arcani team Alpha, Lantean elite ground forces entered the bridge. We only managed to take four power modules The Arcani Team leader presented four ZPMs to the General, "the civil guards reacted quickly and took down four of my men two of them carried the remainder.
"Good. Our plan will have to be altered but we can still manage." General Abaddon claim, "The failure of Team Beta cost us the Atlantis knowledge archives."
"Sir without the enhance power modules it will take us more than two thousand years to reach the Quarantine Galaxy with just the interstellar drives," Hasti said.
"I made sure the stasis systems of these ships are fully functional" Dredlos said, "we would lose fifteen years but we can begin again."
"I've sounded out the men a lot are apprehensive" Hasti said, "…but they will follow you."
Even without Hasti's assuring words he already knew that. Under secret instruction to Dredlos he had organized this plan. They knew
"Open comms to all ships" Abaddon said
"Atlantis has failed the ill conceived decisions of the council resulted in the emergence of the Wraith. Their lack of will to do what is necessary has doomed them. Let them meet their fates. We will begin again. While our plan was not a complete success; we failed to capture the Lantean database. No matter! Those archives were fraught with blunder through our strength determination and courage we will begin again. We are going to set our course for the Quarantine Space. The Space our Ancestors gave up on. A place failed by the more foolish decisions. While it will take us Two thousand years we will begin anew a stronger more capable race."
With those words, the passengers and crew of his rag-tag fleet set course to the Quarantine Space/The Milky Way for a two thousand year voyage.
January 20, 2015 Earth
San Francisco
President Barack Hussein Obama II stood in waiting room looking at his prepared speech for the hundredth time.
"Are you sure about this sir?" Homeworld Defense General Jonathan "Jack" J. O'Neill asked.
"There will be no better time." President Obama said, "Threat levels here and in the Pegasus Galaxy are low. For our species to take our place in the Universe we must do so with open support from our people. I thought you knew that."
O'Neill smiled, "I did. I just wanted you to be sure."
"Thanks Jack."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the 44th President of the Untited States President Barack Hussein Obama II"
President Barack Hussein Obama II step over the dais behind him stood various representatives of Russia, China, France, Great Britain, Germany, and Canada resolute.
"My fellow Americans-no-my fellow earthlings, I welcome you to this momentous day. I am going to speak of something astounding and wondrous that would challenge the pioneering spirit of every human on Earth. I am here to tell you humanity about the Stargate Program." The president said with a smile.
Behind him the stargate opened. If anyone watch they would see Atlantis decloaked for everyone in the San Francisco Bay to see.
The president continued a basic summary of the near to decade secret program; the international alliance for the stargate; Homeworld Defence program the various technologies advancements and future programs.
Over the next six months, the public reaction from president's revelation of the new reality; spread the entire gamut of human emotion from excitement to fear. The revelation of the wonders revealed the threats as well. Briefings packets about the Goald, Jaffa, Ori, Tok'Ra were disseminated over the internet. Militant groups, survivalists, religious leaders and entire governments raised uproar. The IOA diplomatic teams work at a fever pitch to make agreements.
The tumult died down as new technologies became available, diplomatic packages switch hands and the rest was history.
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The story forwarded twenty years from there.