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"Whoa..." Corporal Harriet stared at the structure. "Looks bigger this close."
"No shit." Captain Ludwig grimaced, click his radio on, "Mikes. You got a good back track just in case this gets hairy?"
"Yep. Ironically enough, the path is covered with daisies. Or things that look like daisies. So! Easy to find."
"That's Idiot for 'yes, sir'." Baron chimed in over the com.
"Alright, keep look out. Back to back, anything sneaks up, yell really loud." Ludwig ordered, as he stared at the artefact further. It was in the dead center of a swamp, spires of metal protruding from the base of an oval body that peeked out just over the water's surface. It looked like a bald head wearing a long crown, and the analogy didn't help with his disposition, 'Well, aliens and their weirdo alien-gods exist. For all I know that could be a giant or something.' He thought grimly.
He and Harriet's feet dug into the swampy, wet earth, following the shallower route to the artefact. There was an ominous silence when they approached, not even birds or insects were active, just the gentle push of wind and the smells of the area building up.
'Piss on me...' A shiver crawler up Ludwig's spine, a loose wind falling out of the cave like opening, rushing past him, giving a sound that resembled a breath. Remembering to breathe himself, he took a sharp intake of air before clicking on his rifle's flashlight, descending into darkness.
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"Holy shit..." Ludwig muttered, taking in the chamber area. It was massive, with central pyramid in the middle of the ceiling, pointing down to a spiraling path further down into the complex. What wasn't covered in moss, mold or excrement was a dark blue metal and a deep, earthy green stone, with various symbols decorating the walls but most definitely the pointed structure at the center of it all.
"Uhhh... wait... that can't be right..." Harriet clicked his firearm into its harness on his chest and approached a wall. "This looks like... Ohohoho!" He cheered, pulling out a small note book from a breast pocket, flipping several pages before smiling from ear to ear, "This crap's in Asgard!"
"Great. What does it say?" The team commander quickly demanded.
Harriet shrugged a shoulder, "Dunno quite yet. We didn't really go over Asgard writing too much, at least, not like Goa'uld. Could take me some time to translate. Distorted versions of Germanic and Nordic are really, just extrem-"
"Okay, okay, how long?" He sighed. "I wanna know if we're gunna be stepping on any toes or in a trap, or ya know. Anything bad." Rolling his head slowly, bored.
"Hmmm... well, if I was Jackson, maybe a ho-" He then stopped midword and muttered, "Okay... now THIS definitely can't be right..." Rubbing a hand along a bit of gathered moss. "Its... possible that these came standard in Asgard installations though. They had an alliance, would be handy if they had guests." He shrugged, "Unless this is the other way and this is an Ancient outpost." He spoke his thoughts out loud, faster than his conscious mind could analyze as they spewed from his mouth. That last statement suddenly made him freeze, eyes still and his body didn't move, even his chest stopped moving, giving a statue like stillness to him. "Oh my gentle Jesus." He quietly muttered, standing up and looking at Ludwig, "This place was made by the Ancients."
Ludwig gave a long whistle, "Big find then?"
He chuckled, the sound edged with disbelief, "Oh yeah. You can definitely say that. We should get another team here, more eyes, faster translation and all that. Maybe a team with scanner equipment to make this no prob."
Ludwig grimaced, "Could take a bit then and we're already here." He sighed, "We'll call in to the others, tell them to get some extra hands. In the meantime, let's get deeper in."
Harriet's jaw dropped slightly and he smiled, "Really?!"
He nodded, "Yep, we're gunna be extra careful though. I don't like the vibe this place is giving me."
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Exploration of the ruin, outpost, whatever it was, went without mostly a hitch. Harriet occasionally broke formation and took several seconds to look at the wall and try to get sense of it. While this form of negligence did bug Ludwig, he really just got sick of trying to break him of it, and the guy was more aware of his surroundings then one would assume. They got into enough shit while he was in the middle of something to know that he could as likely save his ass as he was now, as he would do by going by the book.
When they had finally reached the bottom of the structure, they leered into a wide chamber, columns arrayed in a circle around some egg shaped metallic object roughly the size of a cabin. Between the columns was a small river or moat of an extremely dark, almost black, green liquid. What it was, not a clue, so they decided to stay on the outside of it, not wanting to try their luck. Could be a trap, or something. SG-23 makes its own luck, and knew when to wait for a translation then to tempt fate.
Or, that's what Ludwig convinced himself they did before he saw Harriet fiddling around with a pedestal in between two columns.
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As the egg-object began to hiss and squeal from its activation, Ludwig and Harriet dashed back behind the spiraling stair, using it as cover as they radioed in the anomaly and possible hostility.
The device began to separate into seven pieces, attaching to their opposing columns and climbing up to reveal a smaller rectangle of barred metal. As he began to pick up a shape in what looked like a cage, the green ooze seen early began to bubble and froth, turning into a bright green and the liquid quickly began to fill the now diverted area inside the moat like some weird looking alien tub.
The cage was slowly lowered into the green mass, the barred shape unlatching at an edge and folding out, freeing whatever it held inside.
The duo spotted that its occupant had its head on the edge of the green bath.
"Sooo did we just activate the hot tub?" Ludwig scoffed, weapon still at the ready.
Several tense moments passed, until Harriet whispered, "Cover me." And ran over the cover before Ludwig could stop him. Harriet quickly shuffled to the pools edge, pointing his rifle at its occupant. "Egh..." He muttered.
It was like looking at a human version of jerky. The shoulders and upper chest were fully visible, with the face covered in a wooden, beaked mask representation of a dog or something, hair grown long and stark white from staying in its tomb for too long. The flesh was a disgusting color of brown-red. "Whoa man..." He pointed his P-90 down. "It's good, the guys super dead." Waving at Ludwig. Sighing as his commander made his approach, "Tomb maybe? No. Ancients don't bury their dead, wastes too many resources and the guys were atheist." He shrugged again, "That's what the Asgard said at least. Doesn't make muc-" he suddenly screamed like a schoolgirl when a boney claw wrapped around his ankle.
He kicked repeatedly at the hand, forcing it off of him.
The being gave a sharp breath, sounding like its throat was being torn apart by a storm that was throwing up broken glass, coughing a fit from the attempt. The creature no longer appeared to be a dried up piece of meat, looking like something that was ripped out of a holocaust painting instead. Arms were without muscle, chest narrow and the area between hips and torso as skinny as a twig. Its extended arm was sprawled over the floor between Harriet and the pool, unmoving as if the energy expended to reach for him could take ages to recover, leaning against the edge to rest.
Harriet and Ludwig both had weapons trained on it. "Can you understand us?" Harriet asked.
"Breathe twice for yes." Ludwig deadpanned.
The being remained unmoved, its chest inhaling and exhaling at its almost torturous looking pattern.
Ludwig quickly ran several options, before settling on kneeling next to their quarry and placing two fingers against the center of his throat. The pulse felt quicker, heavier than normal. More likely due to its exertion, but still had a feeling this guy wasn't your normal home grown human. He nodded, "Okay, tell the guys to get ready to bug out, call for a med team for quarantine." He leant over the pools edge and firmly grasped a side of its light frame, pulling the guy out of the pool fully, "We're taking him with us." He flipped onto his back and found out that it's definitely a dude, noting an equally sorry looking set of genitals between his legs. He picked him up bridal style, making sure not to shake him up too much. The Captain had the personal theory of whatever reason this guy was in here, whoever should've woken him up hadda have a medical team or something to stabilize him.
Harriet was all too eager with the plan, despite his momentary strike of fear. The trek back was as silent as it was ominous, a sense of dread or grim uncertainty followed them back to the Stargate where the rest of the team was ready to punch in the address home.
Though they did not know it at the time, they regretted not acting on the feelings that stirred in their guts. Caused by the cargo they brought back home.
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Agony. It rippled through his body in unceasing waves of gaining tides. Voice too broken to yell out, even if he would have allowed himself to show such weakness.
Lights, sounds and scents all mixing together in the blur of pain, save the non-mistakable clicking and whoosh of a World-Gate. 'Have my followers finally found me? Maybe they were of the Alterans, but those weak mongrels wouldn't desire my release if it would anger their treacherous allies.'
While he couldn't claim to be fully aware ripe fresh from his prison, he drifted to unconscious oblivion soon after they entered the wormhole. The embrace of sleep, true sleep, was welcome. Out of how long he has been confined, he was 'awake' for the entire duration. Madness scratched at the walls of his mind from it.
Whoever had him now, regardless of their reason, they certainly had a boon with him.
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"This stuff..." The egg head lab-tech by the name of Reynolds pointed at the residue that was secure in a test tube on the table near the observation table. "Is an incredibly complex slurry of minerals, amino acids and a variant of microorganism that I don't even know how to classify."
At the mention of 'microorganism', the staff present stiffened in their posture before he continued, "Don't worry about it spreading space AIDS or anything, the stuff only survives in the slurry." He then shrugged, "It, for right now I'm calling bacteria, consumes necrotic tissue and excretes several proteins that interact with the rest of the chemicals and cause an unprecedented repair of varying bodily tissue. Given twenty-four hours, this guy could be running a mile and benching two-fifty at the gym."
That got more positive attention at the prospect, but was followed quickly by a tone of skepticism. "Do we have any idea who or what this man is?" A butter bar asked. Reynold hated working directly with military commanding officer's. They were either strict as one could imagine or crazier than a mouse in a bag of snakes. While he understood that many would be a little lacking in knowledge, he just hopes they're practical, give forethought and ask for advice. Unfortunately, his little lab assistant lackey (whom he hired mostly for these very situations) wasn't in at the time of this event.
Reynold shrugged, "We're working on a translation of the ruins and some guys are looking at the mask he came with." He rubbed his chin, "Whoever he is, whatever he is, has to be OLD. This guy was found in a place where Asgard, Ancient and some other dialects were around. Carbon dating is on, but it'll take at least a week at best."
"I presume contact with the Asgard is underway? Maybe they have some records of who we're dealing with." A colonel almost mumbled.
"That, I don't know." Reynold commented, pointing towards said Colonel. "Probably. More than likely."
"So. Tell us what you know so far of our guy here." A Captain lifted a hand, "Apart from having a dunk in the local river, and being dried out like a piece of jerky how is he? Has he spoken?"
Reynold shook his head, walking to his computer station. "Not coherently. Mumbling sometimes. Don't worry again, recording everything, but he's been sleeping for the last several hours." He typed away at the keyboard for several seconds, before the screen popped up with results of the DNA testing session. When it comes to humanoids, testing is usually done for both records and tracking down areas of ancestry, getting a one-up on how to deal with the person in question.
The results were a bit... different.
"This guy doesn't have any kind of truly recognizable ancestry to earth, save..." Pointing to a set of bars that the brass honestly couldn't tell heads or tails on, "Certain traits that all humans have. But these..." Pointing to another set, "These things aren't human." He shrugged, "To minimize computer error or anything like that, I've ordered another test. But best chances? This guy's either like the Jaffa, and been modified extremely early in humanity's evolutionary development or, well..." He drove off, rubbing the back of his neck, unsure of whether or not he should actually state his own. He felt of flush of embarrassment, quickly shaking his head. "I don't know."
He then donned rubber gloves, walking to the bed's side. "And if you need any more convincing..." He gently pried one of his eye lids open. "When humans are in deep sleep, their eyes tend to have rapid eye movement, and to my experience lean more up and to the center of the head then stay in one place." The iris was an icy-blue, his eyes almond in shape and were staring directly ahead without and movement like a dead man's. "Here's where it gets interesting." He placed the monitoring camera in front of the eye, retrieved a small flash light and shone it. The pupil quickly dilated, to a near pinprick. The doctor gave a small giggle as he took off one glove, ran it over his side multiple times and placed it in front of the eye but not to obstruct the camera. The pupil then took a more elliptical shape, like a viper. "I accidentally found this out when I was doing the regular eye exam and placed the light on the computers' hard drive." He smiled broadly, turning to them. "I think this guy is way more sensitive to infrared. He can literally see heat. Maybe even microwaves or radio. Will have to do more tests when he wakes up."
A Colonel... called Vasquez walked up to the monitor. Reynold could see her name stitched into the uniform up close. "Crazy. Anything else out of place?"
That's when Reynold whistled, "You have no idea." He handed her a clip board with medical data, "He's got a heart roughly one-point-eight the normal size, with eleven chambers. His metabolism is off the charts, changed the intravenous solution to something denser to maybe help with recovery." And then he started getting giddy, moving to the patient's side and holding his hand delicately up, showing off his digits. While skin color was most certainly returning, he had a pasty pale complexion but it was uncertain whether this is his natural appearance or if it was due to the device he inhabited.
More specially, his finger nails, a metallic orange-red color, "At first, I thought the crazy nails was due to the machine." He chuckled, "By the way, snipping those things was gross and weird." He then turned back towards the officers, "But! I ordered a bone marrow check and a cat scan." He smiled ear to ear, "He's got red-bones, more to the point, they can produce non-specialized stem cells, bonding to certain areas that require repair. How the body directs these cells to specialize, I haven't a shine." He then sprinted back to the monitor, rapidly moving the mouse and clicking on another set of images, "For reference, this is normal neuroimaging activity for a human being asleep and being conscious." A blur of reds, greens and yellows, clamored and surrounded by tints of blue in the rough shapes of two brains. He then clicked on one of the arrow keys and sprung up a single identical shape, but this image was of more intense reds and yellows, with very little blue present. "And this is our house guest here, while sleeping."
The group had a glazed over look about them, "Meaning?" The Second Lieutenant asked.
Reynold sighed, "Looks human, but odds are, probably not."
Vasquez chuckled, "Thanks. Really kinda zoned on that one." Slapping a shoulder. "Possibly gunna regret asking; anything more?"
Reynold hissed a small breath in thought, leaning from left to right. "One very, very small thing." Then rushing back to his patient's side and without a moment of hesitation, stuck his fingers inside his mouth and pried his mouth open. "Look at these incisors! They're really impractical for mammals like us!"
Vasquez whispered to the captain, "Where's that nice man? Who told everything at once and didn't stick fingers into... any face holes?"
"Medical leave. Was hurt bad during that Neutral Planets negotiation." He whispered back.
"... and furthermore!" He continued.
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'By all...' He mentally gagged, unable to commit the physical act of it. 'What demented... hex plagues my tongue?' He then almost panicked at the thought of the disgusting tang was permanent, a possible result of his imprisonment. His tongue then shifted in his mouth without his command. 'Wait a moment...' He tried prying his eyes open, only to be met with fierce resistance. After a struggling befitting titanic forces of the universe, the world reopened. Glorious to see something else.
... even it was some disgusting primitive prodding your mouth.
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"There isn't a way this could occur in evolution naturally!" Reynold's exclaimed.
Vasquez was the first to notice small movement from the patient, "Doc..." She attempted. She heard a couple of firearm holsters being clicked.
"Wait, wait! I'm almost finished!" He pointed out, "This man is possibly tw- no! Three things! He's a human who has undergone extensive genetic modification-"
"Doc." She said with a firmer tone.
"H-He could be some kind of alien who actually went through a rewrite to appear more human! Or he could even be an An-"
"Doctor!" Vasquez demanded.
"I was almost finished!" He threw a fist down in a childish fit. "Damn com-" He then yelled out in pain as his opposing hand was pulled out of his mouth and twisted around. It didn't seem so bad, honestly, no breaking of bones but he yelled out like a schoolgirl.
"Dzah-bameth uun..." The Guest hissed in anger, voice rough. "... zanhil aggin-uun." Pushing the doctor away from the bed's side with the twisted hand, forcing him to fumble over.
The officers probably took it worse than the actual victim, snapping out their side arms and at the ready to shoot him. "Whoa whoa!" Vasquez held out her hands, "Put 'em down. Be nice. I'd have done worse in his shoes."
The man looked between bored and fatigued as his gaze moved to the handful of officers. "Nungon?" He blinked heavily, before scoffing, "Durduna..."
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Several hours later...
"So... that's what? The sixth meal he's had so far?"
The man in question, whom up to this point has spoken a single word since the infirmary not even a name, was sitting in an interrogation room, a small stack of plates being gathered at one end. 'The guy certainly likes turkey.' Vasquez commented as she spied him threw the two-way mirror.
"So, we're sending in... Harriet right?" Major General Hammond asked aloud, standing beside her and another woman, flanking the general by the name Juliez Orchid. A major, air force, and maybe the most counterproductive bitch she's met. Not that she expected better from her kind, she's one of those officers from NID, probably serves Martin Kennedy.
"Yes sir." Vasquez replied. "Not only is he fairly familiar with the whole alien-doo-da, he's the guy that got him out of whatever he was in. Might be a bit more verbal with him." She hunched slightly, "Presuming that that translation machine is spewing the correct nonsense when anyone speaks."
"That may be a mistake." Orchid commented, "He's smart book wise, but maybe we have someone who can actually hold an intelligent conversation with a person?"
"Perhaps. But this is fourth attempt to get a response out of him. We may have to do something else. Maybe none verbal." Hammond commented, hands behind his back. "If this doesn't work." He sighed, "SG-Eleven has been taking their sweet time with the ruin."
Several seconds later, Harriet carefully walked through the door, locking him in with a complete unknown. While he was excited, hell, even ecstatic, he was equally as afraid.
The man stared him down as he wearily took the seat on the opposite side of the table. While still looking very skinny, he actually looked like a person and not a mix between dried meat suddenly wrapped in skin. He, whom the nick-name 'turkey-jerky' was suddenly becoming prominent, had a very sharp jawbone and chin, paired with very stern eyes with really bushy eyebrows, he couldn't help but somewhat see him the image of some angry looking owl. The doctor said something about the pupils being elliptical, but he couldn't tell from where he sat. "S-so. Nice to see you. You look better."
He pursed his lips, thinking for several seconds before continuing his meal. Harriet noticed he didn't use the spork he was given, eating only with his fingers.
"Yeeeaahhhh, so can you tell me what place we found you in?" He tried to continue. Clasping his hands together on the table.
He continued eating, not sparing a moment.
Harriet sighed, "Here's thinking that you would talk to me 'cause I let you out."
His chewing stopped and he stared at him.
That got his attention, making Harriet smile a bit. "Y-yes, totally got your ass out of the fire... wait... no the pool... wrong term anyways." He started strong but derailed into mumblings, which the translation device was more than happy to reply in Asgardian.
"By the Cosmic Eternals..." Turkey-Jerky commented in English with an actual English accented. "... stop that stupid machine. Hearing the tongue of that wretched race is giving my head sharp aches."
Those assembled stopped mid thought.
"How... when could you speak what I do?" Harriet gave a curious look at him, dumbfounded.
"Ever since you took me to the eatery-den." He scoffed. "It was nowhere near perfect. Not like it is now, at least." He leant back in his seat and licked his fingers, handcuffs jingling. "Needed time to hear more of your... language." That last word carried a tone of arrogant humor.
"Well... weird but we can deal with that." Hammond commented behind the glass.
"You are Nungon then?" He flicked his fingers at the plate, "The Second Generation?"
Harriet was close to questioning the word 'Nungon' but at the mention of the phrase that came after, he understood. "We don't go by that name. We're humans. Tauri."
He quirked eyebrow. "Which? You haven't made word about... Too-ri."
"Uh made word?" The scientist made solider asked.
Turkey rolled his eyes, "You didn't think I got this level of proficiency with your language by listening to those three dogs behind the glass did you?" He then faced the glass and pointed at the pile of plates, "This is the ninth serving ive had by the way. Use your fingers and toes, children can count better then you, Colonel Vasquez." Smiling as he spoke her name.
The trinity quickly felt panic well in their beings, Hammond speaking into Harriet's ear piece, "That is not good. Make sure we get some sound screening for him. If he can hear that well in-"
He sneezed several times before he scratched one of his eyebrows, "By all the..." Feeling the mass of his brows, he jumped out of his seat and stared at himself in the two-way mirror, though the occupants behind it thought it was malicious he then exclaimed, "I have the hair of a corpse!" He twisted his hairy brows, "LOOK at these things. That's enough to start several fires with. And this!" Grabbing a handful of his dead, grey hair. "This length? And this desiccated? How long must I wait to regrow my golden locks?" He then sighed, "The Asgard did this on purpose. Cruel eunuchs the lot of them."
Harriet's face twisted between laughing and being immensely intrigued. 'Pahahaha... oh god, they ARE dickless.' "Um haha, the Asgard put you there? Why?"
He shrugged, "Well. The Hierarchy, my Empire, was expanding too fast. Destroyed a few Alliance colonies, one of Tyr's massive armadas. Killed some of the blighters, but knowing the Asgard, that was about as productive as pissing into the wind and merely came back later with a headache and a kidney missing." He coughed, "The Alliance High Council decided to put me this perverse form of stasis as punishment, but believe I could still be useful in the future." He chuckled, "Apparently they left the stone out to moss, as the metaphor goes. Not that the Culling was promoting micromanagement."
"Ehhh what?" Harriet questioned again. He HATED being in the idiot in this situation.
"Oh. Yes. Simple terms." He waved a hand at him and leant back. "So, why bring me here? What would the Humans benefit from my revival?"
Harriet rubbed the back of his neck, "A friend?"
He chuckled at the statement. "I do owe you for my release, but aren't we the rusher of relationships?"
"Allies then." He placed an elbow on the table and pointed up with his hand. "We need any help we can get to fight the Gou'uld"
"Hmmmm..." Turkey grimaced. "Goo-al-Uld. Never heard of them. How long has it been? Is the Alliance sending their kind to evaluate my condition and reason for release?"
"Alliance?"
"Yes. The Altaran's, Asgard, Nox and the Furlings. Though, not the later likely. They would sooner force me to embrace death then accept me as ally. As they would many, they never forget a grudge."
"Uhmhuh..." Harriet shuddered, staring at the... artifact before him.
He smiled broadly at his dumbfounded majesty and nodded, "You would do well in my subject, Arnold." He nodded, in thought, "Yes. It would be glorious, the new generation assisting in claiming power in epochs past?"
"I didn't tell you my first name!" Harriet almost screamed.
He chuckled, "Ah, forgive me. That was rude."
Harriet's hands shook ever so slightly. "W-what's your name?"
Turkey paused only a second before he answered, "Kaennin. The name I was given by my birth mother."
"Huh." Harriet drawled, off put severally. "Mind if we call ya that?"
Kaennin shrugged, "Might as well. Keep this civil and what not." He then lifted his hands, "I would also want these removed, while we are on the subject." Shaking the handcuffs.
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"Harriet, son, stop shaking. It's going to be alright." Hammond placed a reassuring hand on the Lieutenant's shoulder. While it wasn't uncommon for different teams to be sitting at the same table, Hammond was used to having different teams report at different times, but two SG groups were used in this recent discovery, neither of them having a great deal of experience.
Harriet mumbled, "H-H-He's at least one hundred THOUSAND years old." Nearly urinating himself from the concept of the span of time. "He's walked with the ANCIENTS! Before they ascended! Before humanity's balls dropped!"
Colonel Vasquez had a hand on chin in thought, "Doesn't mean we should let our guard down. Actually, maybe the opposite."
Hammond nodded to her, "Agreed. If what he's said about his interactions with the Asgard are true, we may want to hand him over."
Orchid commented. "From what the doctor's told me we can learn far more from him that would benefit us." She shrugged. "The Asgard can get in line."
"General? If I may?" Daniel Jackson raised a hand, "This guy hasn't been wholly truthful, SG-Eleven have translated a number of symbols from the complex we found this man in, as well as..." He lifted a clear box container and placed it on the table, holding the mask he was found with. "This artefact. From what we were able to tell, this Kaennin may be Fenrir from Asatru mythology."
O'Neill couldn't help but smile a bit as he said, "Kinda like the big bad wolf of the Asgard, but so big he eats the sun and all that." He bit a finger as he leant his head against his hand. "I'll be absolutely honest though, I would've expected him to be taller."
Daniel raised an eyebrow at Jack, as did Sam and Teal'C. "What?" He raised a hand, "I got bored, Dan's Norse mythology book was on a desk. I CAN read."
Hammond scoffed lightly, "Now, please, someone tell me if this man could be friend or foe? The Asgard haven't responded to the communique, and I would enjoy wanting to lean one way or another when they return the call."
Daniel nodded, "Sir, if what he's told Harriet is true, I would lean more on the enemy side of things. He claims to have destroyed Asgard before, and we may want to have some extra security around just in case." He shrugged, "At the moment though, I'd like to learn more. Eleven went back to the swamp world to gather more data. We should try to get him talking while he's here too."
Hammond nodded, "Alright, get some extra guns around him. When he's out of quarters, he'll need to be in hand cuffs. Regardless of his complaints." He pointed to Harriet, "I want you to assist Doctor Jackson. Make this man more respond able, he seems to trust you somewhat."
Harriet eagerly nodded and smiled, "Yes sir."
"Okay everyone, dismissed." The general and his staff stood and left the room.
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"Oh my." Kaennin chuckled lowly, "I already enjoy this world greatly. The food is excellent and the healers are beautiful women." Flashing a smile at Doctor Fraiser as she wrote his blood pressure on a clip board. The human seemed uninterested and ignored the comment.
"Okay, now..." She placed the clip board down, unwrapping the stethoscope from around her neck, "I'm going to get a heart rate. This is going to be a bit cold at first." She attempted to explain.
"My dear, there is much I'd allow you to do to me without permission." He then leant his head to one side, "Though, the test may be fouled. You quicken my heart, you wicked woman." He purred.
'Good god, this guy is cornier then ethanol.' She rolled her eyes. Placing the tool on his bare chest, trying to find his heart.
"Soooo..." Daniel Jackson awkwardly added, forcing Kaennin's attention away from the physician. "You don't mind me asking a few questions? Harriet's a colleague of mine."
The Prisoner thought it over, before nodding. "Very well, Daniel Jackson."
"So, did the Asgard put you in that structure we found? We haven't really gotten your side of the story."
He scoffed, "No. The Altarans did." He then eyed the doctor as she ordered him to lean forward, mirroring what she did for his front, she did his back.
"Breathe in. Out."
"Altarans? Who are they?" Daniel squinted slightly, "We haven't heard of them, the other three races you've mentioned and another race called the Ancients."
Caennan smirked, "Well. Then you found your own answer there."
Daniel scratched the corner of his mouth, "Okay. Now, why?"
His smirk faded, "Many different reasons." He sighed, "The Clans were under threat, I gave myself in, to preserve what was left of them."
"Clans? What clans?"
He snickered, "They have not come here?" He leant back, "Ask Loki about it, or any of the Asgard high council. Almost as bad as torture for them, being hypocritical defenders of all that's good and just." He spat sarcastically.
Jackson sighed, "I want you to tell me though." He grimaced, "Is your real name Fenrir?"
His eyes widened only for a moment as his gaze seemed like it desired to snap him in two. He then looked straight ahead and ignored the doctor as he continued, "I'm sorry if that offended you."
'Fenrir' did not respond in the slightest to him. Re-donning the clothing given to him by these humans as the physician gave him permission, slipping the shirt that hung from his wrists. He then peered at Daniel and stated, "Words. Useless."
The archeologist wasn't sure if that was directed at his apology or him saying the uh 'F' word. "I see." He grimaced.
"A favor in repair of the insult." He jingled the handcuffs. "It would go a long way." Kaennin scoffed.
Daniel hunched a shoulder, "Sorry, not in my power." He then fully shrugged, "Don't even have the keys with me." Gesturing to two armed guards that flanked the sides of the infirmary door.
Kaennin rolled his eyes, "Then if you do not mind…" He lifted his wrists above his shoulders, the clasps to the cuffs suddenly and without seeable aid, failed in their grip and fell to the floor.
The guards suddenly took an uneasy stance, holding their P-90's in two hands, ready to snap them forward in an instant. Jackson however stared, "How'd you do that?"
He gave between a snort and chuckle, "Mind and matter aren't that far apart as commonly conceived. While my clan and I are far from masters of this mode of manipulation, we can manipulate matter threw efforts of will."
"Telekinesis." The archeologist almost whispered in a breath of amazement. Soon, he regathered his thoughts, holding up his hands. "Listen, uh those things are a safety precaution." Denoting the hand cuffs, "Makes us feel more comfortable."
Kaennin rolled his eyes, "Why? They wouldn't stop me if I desired to carve a path of blood out of this place to the World Gate." He then squinted at the byspeckled man and asked, "Am I a prisoner then? Ive been one for…" He then started a low rumble of a laugh, "It seems I do not know how long I was in that accursed place. How long has my sentence been?"
Daniel grimaced severely, "Wellll… from what we've been able to calculate from the information you've given, we're estimating nearly one-hundred thousand years."
"Oh my…" His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. "That… does not make sense. It is unlikely that the…" His eyes refocused on Daniel, "Does the Alliance still exist? Even after this long?"
He sighed, "No, though the Asgard and Nox are still around, we haven't met anything of the Furlings and have had only ruins of the Anci- I mean Altarans."
Kaennin quickly looked away, calculating the information given to him, before coming to the realization, "Then you've met none of my kind?"
He slowly shook his head, "I'm sorry."
He began pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in thought. "Then have the Asgard have asserted their dominance on this galaxy as well? After the First Culling?"
Daniel bit a lip before saying, "Not in a direct sense, no. We and a lot of other human worlds have a protected planets treaty with them." He slowly clapped his hands, pointing towards him with his fingers. "Since the Altarans ascended, a species of parasites called the Goa'uld have become the dominant power. They possess human hosts, and enforce their regime with a slave race of modified humans called Jaffa. With what technology they've stolen and reversed engineered, they have in their control uncountable worlds and even more lives."
"Goa'uld. Harriet mentioned them." He sighed, reopening his eyes. "If you desire an ally against these foes, this world has one." He bowed his head slightly at him, "But I request to be released and use the World Gate." Standing up from the med table.
"Uhhh I'll pass the word along, but keep in mind we are waiting for a word back from our allies, the Asgard. We want their advice on what to do with…. Uh this." He chuckled.
Kaennin clenched and unclenched his jaw, "Which Origin world is this?"
"Origin?" Jackson questioned. "You mean homeworld?"
"No, which world that gave rise to humans is this?" He gave a condescending look at the man, "You didn't think this was the only one did you?"
Daniel's brow rose with his curiosity, "Huhhh wow… okay, other earths. Um… that's new."
"So, may I see a planetary map? Maybe I've been here before." It took several minutes, but returned with a massive chart of the seas and landmasses, placing it on a bed.
Kaennin stared at it dumbstruck, mouth slightly agape. "Leirui." He gasped.
Daniel gave a questioning look, "What does that mean?"
Kaennin gave a conflicted gaze between him and the map. He slowly took his left index finger, placing it over the area of the United Kingdoms. He sighed, "My mother and I were born here, when it was the Ariis Penisula. Or, that's what I was told."
"Oh… wow… big coincidence?" He muttered, thinking that word 'Leirui' over and over in his head. "Leirui… Leiro… wait!" He pointed at him, "Clay?" Smiling broadly as Kaennin nodded. "Wait… two things…" He scratched at his nose, "Our world's name is Clay?" He asked, completely flabbergasted by the idea it was called something so… mundane. "And h-h-how were you born here? Homo Sapiens Sapiens didn't start appearing, not until thousands of years later. Neanderthals were the majority."
He chuckled, "To answer the first question: The Alterans created forty-eight Origin Worlds, from which only twenty-one or so manifested the signs of Nungon genesis." He raised a hand, "By the time humans attained intelligence of a majority of the worlds, they made a chart, a… hmmm I guess a line of greater possibilities? By the level of technology, they had managed to use as shelter."
"Ohhh… we were using clay." Daniel grimaced then shrugged, "Sounds like a pretty high score. Which number were we?"
The Prisoner coughed into a fist, "Ehm. Nineteenth. Highest number being the worst off, smallest being greatest. I believe they were called um I think the term would be Carved Stone, Onif-Dien. Though do not take my word for it."
"Oh…" He sighed, "Great." Feeling oddly insulted by the ranking. "So how are you from uh, Clay?" He chuckled awkwardly.
"From what I've been informed: the Alterans desired to accelerate the manifestation of intelligence in a number of worlds, making a breeding program of many precursor tribes of man and artificially creating offspring mixed with their own genetic material, doing this for generations." He shrugged, "If that is true, I was among the last to be brought into this world that showed promise, before Loki abducted us for experimentation."
"Why would… Loki do this?" He squinted, "Loki's an Asgard, correct?"
He nodded grimly, "The worst of his kind. He was even branded a Jotun by several of the high council. The insult alone is so shameful that many would commit suicide, not retuning for generations, or go into exile." He shrugged, "He was a scientist. He had a theory and decided to see if it was true and if it held promise." He then gestured with his hand, "It is unimportant. I've said much already and must give you time to process." Looking at Jackson with a smile before retuning his gaze to the map. "Do you have an ink-writer?"
He snapped his fingers, gave a Sharpy and he began to write a series of Stargate glyphs in a vertical fashion. Daniel instantly recognized it was Earths', but he used the point of Origin as a root for two other addresses, one slanted and one horizontal across the map. He then wrote Three symbols adjacent to them, one half circular, ours, one pyramidal, another an assortment of tall blocks. He rolled it up then handed it to Daniel, "These are the three I believe that held the most promise. Use caution, much has undoubtedly changed them."
"Thank you." He nodded and smiled. "I'll be sure to check the charts, see if its anywhere we have been or could be at."
"This is merely a blade of grass in a field I would offer to graze." He smiled from ear to ear. "But for this, one more question. How long ago was this message sent?"
Daniel scratched the back of his neck, "Nearly three days now."
Kaennin chuckled, "Inform me of this measurement of time."
The doctor managed to explain seconds, minutes, hours, days then stopped at weeks. Oddly enough, he seemed to have already memorized the scale, as he asked no questions. Kaennin sighed, "I must see your leader. I have a message for him."
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"One day?" Hammond questioned. "Son, that just isn't enough time. We're waiting for the communication conduit to recharge so we may get some feedback from our allies."
Kaennin stood opposite of the man's desk, hands tied in white plastic wrapping. "You give my release, only to deal away my death to these bastards? Or worse." He glared at the general, "They have not communicated because they feared my discovering their arrival on this world, and leaving soon after."
"Well, if you have committed crimes against them, it is not our right to give way to those they see as criminals." He shook his head, "I'm sorry, but this isn't just up to me."
The Prisoner sighed, "One day. Twenty-four hours, until the second, we are allies, by the code and by my honor. If my leave isn't given by then, if I must carve a path through your warriors, I will."
Hammond stared the man down, "I don't take threats lightly." He declared quietly.
"Nor should you." He grimaced, "Declare I escaped on my own, lend no help. Allow me use of the World Gate now or until the time is up, and steadfast allies we shall remain."
"Listen to me, the Asgard wouldn't trust us as allies if we did that. They are the ones keeping the Goa'uld from stampeding to our planet. And that is the end of it." Pointing at Kaennin.
He shook his head, "The deaths of our enemies rarely haunt us, good Hammond." He rubbed his face, "Indeed, I am willing to admit I am one who finds great pleasure in recalling and remembering their demise. It is my allies, my friends that haunt nights and moments of pleasure or relief. If you do not let me go, I cannot assure that my escape will not add to their number."
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"Okay, I really don't like this." O'Neill declared, "This guy has no weapons, has a bad wrap with the Asgard, and to top off this shit-sandwich; he's got weird teleineses or something and is well mannered." He pointed at the door, "That's like, Hannibal Lecter had a baby with Carry. Seriously bad voodoo."
"Uhh I got the Hannibal part, but…" Samantha Carter sucked air out of her teeth, "I gotta say, I think this guy's calling a bluff. Daniel mentioned he has telekinesis, but he's only done it for smaller, simpler things like his handcuffs." She then shrugged, "Not much danger, especially if we consider all the guns we've assigned to him from the threat he made recently."
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'While I'm inclined to agree, Carter, I just… this guy may have something up his sleeve we don't know about…' Kaennin frowned, deciding that he has heard enough. The Daniel Jackson is surprisingly intuitive for a human of this developmental era. He has guessed correctly, he has hidden both his physical superiority as well as his other psionic skills. He grimaced, 'Though, as the Patriarch of the Star Wolf clan, finer applications of telekinesis and energy manipulation are beyond my abilities.' In fact, Star Wolves applied their psionics like warhammers, brutish, barely controlled and about as subtle as kick in the nethers. It will be difficult to minimize casualties.
The hour of escape draws nigh, the number of guards in his cell not dissuading him.
'First, I must find distance. If the Asgard do come, I must then reach a world shortly after initial landing.' Kaennin had a number of worlds in mind, namely to the galactic west, beyond the Shadow Horse Nebula. Even the Asgard will be unwilling to use either World Gate or their fine-tuned hyper-engines, a great many gravity anomalies that would distort hyperspace, and less then reliable World Gates that were made when the Altarans first arrived in this galaxy, having a more reliable connection with their own variety instead of the newer ones. Not to mention, many of those worlds were Shore Worlds, planets that were used by the Clans, whom most of their infrastructure and government were space-borne, but planets were used for outposts, the bases of planet-cords, and, much later, foreseeable settlements and manufacturing centers. He just prays that he would find a friendly metal-mind. Many leaders had the Metal-Minds on their ships and Foundries gutted and made mere beasts of burden.
He closed his eyes, a section of his conscious mind staying awake…
Two hours and thrity five minutes…
One hour and fifty minutes…
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"Guard!" Kaennin declared, "May you bring the one called Arnold Harriet?"
Tweleve minutes and sixty five seconds…
That time fell to half before they managed to appease his request.
"S-so…" Harriet dragged a chair from one side of the room near, but not too close to the cage. "…what do you want to say? Talk about?"
"You must see to this worlds survival."
He sat back from the statement. Shaking his head, "N-no pressure then…"
"I am all for levity, Arnold, but now is not the time." Kaennin stared at the man, "And I apologize for the pain that must follow my words."
The lieutenant quickly held up both hands, "Listen! You don't need to try and escap-!"
"I do not speak of that." He grimaced, his gaze seemed to be focusing on a spot on his head.
"What ar…" He felt something warm run under his nose, feeling a sudden sense of dizziness and nausea, hearing his heart beat, his vision getting…. Woozy.
"We will speak more later." He nodded, "Guard! This man looks ill!" He declared.
After a small bit of uncivilized discourse with them ordering hands against the wall, they took Harriet to the infirmary.
Kaennin followed his prior activity, sitting on his bed. Waiting…
Five…
Four…
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End of Chapter
Howdy! So! Stargate thing! Gotta admit, nervous. Its gunna be a big AU, the original timeline gives me a huge headache and seems way too idk 'this is good guy, this is bad guy!' if you catch my drift.
Now, Fenrir/Kaennin (pronounced Cane-In) is going to be the main character of this story. He will take charge of an 'Empire Rising' story or returning in this case, with the Tauri taking a minor seat. And Sg1 themselves are going to be minimalized in this, SG 23 taking the fore with Tauri representation.
I really can't shove how much is going to change in the story or background story I'm this section. Ori and Ancient are REALLY REALLY at odds, but not in the same way they were in the show. And ancient isn't based on Latin and humans apparent affiliation with damnation and hell and fire isnt affiliated with the Ori. Thats Sokars fault. And seasons 9-forward? Yeah... No x) to sum them up, its a matter of how they ascensed differently and what was happening at the time. Ori ascended because many of their human followers committed mass suicide, Altarans being psionic lightning rods absorb such mass energy. But the Ori never ordered it and in fact never desire to ascend in such a manner, holding life at esteem that itself is sacred. The Ancients on the other hand, ascended by different tho similar means. Lets just say that it involves the plague, and cold cut, mathematical precision. The ancients, majority wise (not oma and her followers) are ruthless for truth and evolution, seeing it as the primary driving force in the universe. SG really needed enemies that weren't religious fanatics to evil aliens. Got bored with the goddamn Gould, that's their scktik.
Also! BIG BIG ONE! The Wraith are waaaaayyy different, but their aesthetics are thr same. Culturally? More or less similar, but they don't need to feed on humans or life-boring sentiences constantly, being able to go years witbout feeling hunger. However, the wraith as we've been introduced to in Atlantis are more of the hybrid/lower caste guys. The big guys, the guys that commanded them by telepathic impulse aren't in the least bit human but infinitely times more ravenous. The alliance was made to fight the Wraith, the First Culling. Even the Ori contributed to this conflict.
And then there are the Snakeheads. My favies! I know that Aztecs/Mayans were involved in an episode, but found that one kinda dumb. No offense, but when dealing with a civilization that's descended of central/south American cultures, I REALLY doubt they'd be white. But to the point, the goululd have different ethnic groups, and don't have any gods like Cronus or Hellenic deities. I've made three big ones based on Mayan, Egyptian and Hindu. Yu and others are there though; they are a much smaller tho powerful group. Anyways, the mayan one is more reclusive, residing in a corner of star systems that are difficult to access via the normal stargates used, being both blocked by fields of Nebula and relying on the First Gen stargates that have a big hit-miss ratio difference with the Vanillia Stargates.
And everything is dialed up to 11 with this! Everything feels so claustrophobic with the worlds, populations and cultures! There's going to be thousands of thousands of ships in the control of the System Lords. Speaking of, Apophis, in fact, no goululd has ever came back to earth due to the reason of the acnient defense network. It coincides with Altaran refugees (of whom, some may have been capture by Ra and would explain why he was the big dog for so long) managing their way to an interface and activing it to use against the goa'uld. Apophis hadn't invaded, his fleet was meant to attack Abydos, and use it as a beach head as the star was close to Sol and launch stealth teams.
And this takes place just days after Season Three, episode three, with Earth being included into the Asgard Protected planets treaty. There are forty SG teams at this point. Like I said. Dialed to Eleven.
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