10,000 years ago,
A lone Wraith hive sat hidden amongst an asteroid field, silently waiting in the shadows until it was ready to reveal itself. In the throne room sat the Slicer, a male Wraith; the panicle of his kind. The Slicer was a savage warrior, who was well known for his cunning and patience. However this wasn't where the name Slicer originated from. The Slicer was a scientist, more specifically a geneticist. Making his reputation known as a geneticist early in his life, those who respected, feared or just knew him; knew him only as the slicer.
Recently, the Slicer had showed off his reputation by developing an advanced cloning facility to clone millions of Wraith in order to crush the Lantean nuisance. When the facility was fully operational and the Wraith ready to strike back at the Lanteans; the Slicer and his hive disappeared, never to be heard from again...
Slicer sat in his throne reading a data tablet; he studied a video recording of a near-ascended Lantean demonstrating her abilities. The Lantean was telekinetically lifting several incredibly heavy stone pillars.
It frustrated Slicer that his kind wanted to destroy such an incredible resource. An incredible resource that he wanted more than anything.
The flesh covered doors of the throne room opened. The second in command walked bristly in and handed Slicer a second data tablet. "We have found a small village of them on the fringe of the galaxy living in seclusion. Far from the front lines of the war" spoke the second.
"Good..." said Slicer, "We leave immediately!"
Their destination was a small moon with a habitable landscape where a group of Lanteans had fled trying to achieve ascension. However Slicer had different plans for them and was on his way there to capture and study them.
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1 year ago,
Major Paul Davis walked through the white house with practiced purpose. Davis walked the halls so often that security hardly asked him for I.D anymore.
Walking through the door to the President's office Major Davis and President Hayes shook hands. "Sir, I am here to brief you on a promising project being run out of area 51 called Project Pathways" started Davis. "I've never heard of a Project Pathways. This should be interesting" said Hayes, while sitting back in his chair bracing himself for a story.
"After General O'Neill was subject to the Ancient repertory of knowledge, the device was taken to area 51 in the hopes of being able to duplicate the technology for our own use. However even with our new strides in understanding how Ancient technology works, we still couldn't replicate or reverse engineer a version for our own" said Paul.
"However due to continued dialog with the Galarans, the people who attempted to frame Colonel Mitchell for murder, their research helped us bridge the gaps in knowledge. I am here to tell you Mr President that a Prototype Pathways device will be ready in 8 months. With the Asgard core and the Pathways device, we will be able to absorb the Asgards knowledge in years instead of generations" finished Davis.
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Present day,
Slicer felt the satisfaction that only a Wraith feels while feeding. In front of him sealed in a cocoon was a near-ascended Lantean who was now nothing more than a burned, shrivelled corpse. For the past 10,000 years Slicer had been continuing his research trying to replicate the Lanteans abilities so that the Wraith could use them.
Having cloned hundreds of near-ascended Lanteans Slicer continued his research uninterrupted for 10,000 years. His sole desire the only thing driving him.
Patient and cunning as his reputation depicts him, Slicer eventually reached his goal...