Title: Alien End-Game

Rating: R (For Language later)

Relationships: XF

Story: ActionAdventure

Feedback: In lieu of a Faithbot yeah.

E-Mail: If I own the chars, why don't Faith and Cordy do as their master tells them? Woe is me.

Summary: After Anubis' death, a new and deadly power arises in the Goa'uld, soon earth is under its most fierce attack ever. Canon to the end of Stargate Season 8.

FIC: Alien End Game (1?)

Rome, Italy

"Oh, it's so big!"

Spike leered down at the tiny blonde beneath him. "Thanks love," he drawled. It made a change to be appreciated after more than a century as Dru's 'little solider'. Then he noticed something. "But I haven't put it in yet."

"Not that silly," Buffy giggled in the vapid way that always got him ready for action. Well, that and a little blue pill. "I didn't mean your teeny-weeny, I meant that."

Spike looked up, following the Slayer's finger out of the window and into the starlight sky. His eyes widened at the huge pyramid hovering in mid-air. Suddenly flames spurted out of the bottom of the ship. "Oh bugg-."

And then the world turned to fire.

Suffolk, England

"And furthermore, Rog-." Giles flung himself to the ground when the locked Council door exploded open, wood splinters flying everywhere. Turning his head, he saw a stern-faced Willow striding through the shattered doorway, a pale-faced but resolute-looking Kennedy coming in behind. "Bloody hell, Willow!" he thundered as he scrambled to his feet. "There is such a thing as knocking!"

"Get to the basement, now!" the witch snapped.

"Miss Rosenberg-," Roger huffed.

"QUIET!" the red-haired witch's magically-enhanced roar boomed throughout the meeting hall, the force of it shattering windows. "I don't have time to explain! Something's wrong, something very-," the witch's gaze snapped towards the ceiling, her face paling. "Too late. Everyone out, I'll hold them for as long as I can."

Kennedy shook her head. "No, I'm not leavin-." The Slayer's legs buckled under a laptop shot to the back of the head from a stunned-looking Andrew. Giles caught the tiny woman as she fell, eyes shooting to Willow.

"Thank you, Andrew." Willow's gaze returned to him, the power in her eyes compelling him in such a way as they'd never managed before. "Explain to Kennedy he was under my control. Go now, I'll hold them."

"Y…you're sure?" he stuttered.

"It's my turn to save you," Willow's smile had an aching, final quality to it. "Just look after Kennedy and Xander for me."

Cleveland, USA

"I was on fire tonight!" Faith boasted as she darted up the porch's three steps and spun around to face her companion, eyes gleaming. "Seven vamps, all dust!"

"Yeah," her Watcher agreed, a smile on his face. "You did great."

"Yeah, I was wicked cool," Faith's heart did an unprecedented butterfly flutter as she decided to do something she'd been putting off for weeks. "Pony up, girl," she muttered.

"Sorry?" the one-eyed man looked confused.

"Nothing," Faith forced a smile before stepping towards the man who'd been her Watcher for the past year and a half, since her break-up with the much unlamented Wood, and had grown to be a damn good friend. And maybe something more. "One thing would make tonight perfect."

"Oh yeah?" Xander looked at her, bemused.

"Yeah," Faith's eyes widened as she saw the unbelievable hovering behind her Watcher. "Get down!" Leaping forward, she crashed into Xander, knocking him into the ground even as she turned her head towards the Council headquarters and screamed. "Everyone inside, basement now!"

Even as the words left her mouth, she knew it was way too late.

LA, USA

Angel yawned, his feet on his desk, his hands clasped behind his head. Business was slow and as a result they were sat in their offices doing nothing. Angel tried and failed to zone out the sound of Connor baiting Gwen. Vampire hearing had never been a curse until he'd got a teenage son. But, he smiled unwillingly, he wouldn't change it for the world.

Suddenly the hell-goddess flung the office door open and stormed in, her expression pissed. "How dare they!"

"I know they can be annoying," Angel glanced over at the still bickering duo, "but let's not over-."

"Not them!" Illyria screeched. "We defeated them once, drove them from this galaxy eons ago. And they dare to return now!"

Angel joined the others in rising, the tension in the hell-goddess' voice undeniable. "Who, Illyria?"

"The Goa'uld!"

Vatican City

"For fuck's sake!" Jack Crow ignored the priest's flinch to continue. "A 10 cut in funding? Are you on something? How the hell am I supposed to work with this?"

"Please, Jack," the monsignor looked like he'd eaten something particularly off. "No profanity, especially in here."

"I'm talking about people's lives," Jack snapped. "I could give a crap about-," he looked down as the floor began to shake. "What the hell-."

New York

"France 1940."

Connor glanced across at Duncan. "Sorry?"

Duncan sucked in a breath. "This reminds me of Paris after the Germans invaded."

"Yes," Connor nodded as he looked around. Stone buildings lay crumpled everywhere, huge chunks of masonry scattered across eerily empty streets while iron girders jutted out of the ground, some bent out of all recognition. Corpses were heaped as far as the eye could see, the victims' blood soaking the ground and a heavy smog hanging in the air. His eyes narrowed at the sound of booted feet marching towards them. "Do you hear that?"

"I'm old, not deaf." His fellow Immortal smiled wryly before melting into the shadows.

They waited until a trio of armour-wearing, staff-wielding figures walked into view, strange-looking insignia on their foreheads, and implacable looks on their faces. The moment the trio were parallel with their position, they moved.

Leaping from the shadows, he and Duncan simultaneously decapitated the flanking invaders before they even knew they were there. The centre man of the trio began to turn towards him but Duncan slashed downwards, blade ripping through the man's knee even as Connor took his head.

The two of them simultaneously sheathed their swords. "They die then," Connor commented.

"They do," Duncan nodded. "There's a lot of them though."

Connor chuckled. "Lucky we have all the time in the world then."

Washington, USA

"Ahhhh!" the first three men hit the ground, crushed under the mammoth chunk of what had once been a brick wall he'd thrown at them. Their companions reared back, horror written across their face.

"What?" he rumbled with a humourless laugh. These bastards had killed Liz and Abe, they were going to die in their thousands for that. "You've never seen a red-skinned, horned demon before?" He scowled. "Guess what! This is an one-time only encounter!"

In a second he was amongst them, clubbed right hand swinging left and right, taking the men down like skittles, their weapons' energy blasts bouncing off him. In just a few seconds the entire patrol were dead. He contemptuously dropped the last corpse on the ground before striding off. There were so many left to kill.

Chicago, USA

He watched from the shadows as the six man patrol neared, his cape wrapped around him, ensuring they were oblivious to his presence. Once they were in range, he stepped out. Before they had chance to raise their weapons, he unleashed his powers. Six chains exploded from his suit and wrapped themselves around the aliens' throats. A sardonic smile tugging at his lips, he took their staff blasts before tightening his chains' grip and pulling his chains back, the force of the withdrawal ripping the aliens' head off, blood geysering out of their necks.

Spawn looked up as the aliens' corpses crumpled to the ground, baleful gaze settling on the myriad of pyramid ships hovering in the midnight sky. One day he'd bring them down too.

Colorado, USA

"To hell with this! We should be out there!"

"Um, Jack, I don't think there's a lot we can do."

"Dr. Jackson is correct, General O'Neill. Reports indicate there are several dozen Ha'taks hovering over earth," Teal'c put in. "Any attack against such size of force would need careful consideration."

"Sometimes there is a wisdom in waiting," Bra'tac added.

"Orders?" Jack shook his head as he continued to pace the abandoned hanger they'd been ordered to hide out, boots scuffling up the dust. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "The entire planet's burning and we're sat here twiddling our thumbs? Screw orders!"

Jack turned at the sound of the hanger's door sliding open. A succession of unfamiliar and one very familiar figure strode into the hanger, the door sliding shut behind them. "Good to see your respect for the chain of command remains as strong as ever, Jack."

"Ah," chastened, Jack sat down. "Always good to see you, General Hammond. But I'm sort of eager to out there and kick some snakehead butt, sir."

The portly Texan half-smiled. "And you will. After your briefing." The Major-General's face sobered as he sat down. "At 21:30 on the 12th April 2005, some thirty minutes before the Goa'uld attack began we received an email from the Asgard-."

"Excuse me," Jack glanced across at Daniel, the archaeologist's hand held up almost like a kid in class asking to go to the toilet. "An email? Isn't that a little primitive?"

"It appears that currently they don't have that power." Jack groaned at Hammond's statement. Well, today was just getting better and better. "The email informed us that immediately upon Anubis' death, another threat arose. It appears four Goa'uld long since banished by the system lords and believed dead used the power vacuum to blitzkrieg their way to power, eliminating or subjugating the remaining system lords in a matter of days. That accomplished, they moved their attention to the Asgard, the Free Jaffa Nation, and the Tau'ri."

"What was so special about these Goa'uld that the System Lords had them exiled?" Daniel asked.

"Because they were quads. Four related smyboites that feel no jealousy, work seamlessly as a team, and are even rumoured to be telepathic," Hammond replied.

"That is not possible, Hammond of Texas," Bra'tac interrupted. "There has never been even twin symboites. This cannot happen."

Hammond shook his head. "That's what the Goa'uld would have you believe, Master Bra'tac. Truth is, this little quartet, Asmodeus, Azarel, Beelzebub, and Sammael-."

"Four of the Christian faith's most notorious demons and all named in 'The Undiscovered Revelations' as the four that would shake heaven and hell, and all realms in-between," Daniel put in.

"Well that just gives me the warm fuzzies," Jack groaned.

"Even the System Lords were terrified of 'The Quartet'. It took a war across several systems, spanning three decades, and costing billions of lives, but eventually they were defeated, and retreated to another galaxy. Eight and half thousand years later and they're back. The weakened System Lords were taken by surprise and easily destroyed." Hammond paused. "They've amassed an army of approximately three dozen minor Goa'uld, over a hundred motherships, tens of millions of Jaffa, and scores of Unases serving as their personal guard."

"What does your government plan Hammond of Texas?" Bra'tac asked.

Hammond shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "The military option has comprehensively failed, so we're going to use the supernatural -."

"Say what!" Jack exploded. "Supernatural-."

"Stand down, General!" Hammond thundered. Once Jack had quietened, the bald southerner continued. "Allow me to introduce Major Riley Finn," a man in his late twenties, early thirties stepped forward, "of the Initiative."

The young man saluted. "General, pleasure to meet all of you. I've read all your reports-."

"More than we have of you," he retorted, temper fraying and impatience growing by the second.

Major Finn shot Hammond an uncertain look. "Don't worry about General O'Neill, he has an acerbic nature."

"Oh hell yeah," Carter muttered an unnecessarily caustic agreement.

After a second Finn began. "The Initiative was initially set up to combat Hitler's occult operations-."

"Oh come on," Jack clamped his jaw shut at Hammond's glare.

"Since then we've dealt with the policing of supernatural entities and occult activity in the US.," Finn restarted. "A number of these supernatural entities fight the likes of demons, vampires," Jack kept his mouth firmly shut at Hammond's glare. "Some of them were inadvertently killed in the Goa'uld bombardment – Tru Davies of Boston, the Charmed Sisters in 'Frisco," Daniel let out a piteous moan, "and Joan Girardi in Maryland. But others remain. While earth's most publicised super-beings have been taken prisoner by the Goa'uld, the Crow, the X-Men, and Witchblade amongst many others, these supernatural heroes have crept under the Quartet's rader. There's details on these CDs, but I'll go over the bare outline of those we're intending to recruit. The ensoulled vampire Angel in LA, the Highlanders in New York, Hellboy in Washington, Spawn in Chicago. And," Finn paused and looked towards Hammond, "the Slayer Faith LeHane in Cleveland."

After a second Hammond spoke. "It appears Faith LeHane is your daughter, Jack. I'm sorry, son."

Before he knew it he was on his feet. "That's impossible!"

"In 2000, Faith was convicted on two counts of 2nd degree murder, and during her induction medical, a blood sample was taken that found its way into the Initiative's hands." Hammond sighed. "I'm sorry son, I didn't know myself until my own briefing this morning."

"I have a daughter," Jack whispered as he slumped back into his seat, legs rubbery.

"Perhaps a wise tactic would be continuing before General O'Neill recovers?"

"Always the strategist, Master Bra'Tac," Hammond briefly smiled. "Communications is as you know a shambles. It's been decided that teams be sent to retrieve these champions to appraise them of what exactly is-."

"SG-1 will take Cleveland."

Hammond chuckled and nodded. "I thought you might, Jack. Master Bra'Tac, if you'd accompany Colonel Finn and his team?" the former First Prime nodded. "Ethan Hunt and Jason Bourne will be our third team. Mission targets and shedules are in your files. Good luck people, the fate of the universe depends on you."