A/N: I appreciate the support I got. Remember, please review and tell me what you think, what I did well, what I can improve upon. I definitely want to keep the sarcasm and wit of SG1 and SGA. My biggest concern is that if I do go ahead with this spin-off, anyone who reads future "episodes" without reading the first one will have no idea what's going on. Anyways, enjoy.

-.-

"Colonel Carter, have the results from the cooling vent analysis come back yet?"

"Yeah, simulations show that the cooling vents are within safe temperatures while in hyperspace. Try diverting some more power to the generator."

"Thing nearly overloaded when I tried that. It's definitely getting enough juice."

That banter between Doctor Chen and Colonel Carter continued on for hours at the Groom Lake facility in Nevada, more popularly known as Area 51. It was two days before the Millennium Expedition and there was an enormous amount of work Chen had to finish before leaving.

"Good morning, campers," a voice called out in the massive aircraft hangar. Chen looked up from his computer just in time to see General O'Neill casually stroll in with this formal navy blue dress uniform.

"Hey, sir," Carter called out from a computer terminal directly behind Chen's.

"Good morning, General," Chen said absent mindedly as he continued typing.

"Yes, literally, good morning," O'Neill pointed out. "You two have been at it for nearly, oh, eight hours." Both Chen and Carter instinctively took out their watches to look at the time. It was already three o'clock in the morning.

"You know, Chippy, this also means that you missed your little kung fu class," O'Neill said, calling Chen by the nickname O'Neill loved calling him by.

"I stopped going after I was picked for the expedition," Chen explained hastily as he got back to typing at his computer. Carter however stopped when she heard this.

"You do kung fu?" she asked in surprise.

"Oh yes, and six other kung fu styles too," O'Neill teased before Chen could say anything. Chen stopped typing when he heard this.

"Only TWO are kung fu," Chen corrected. "The other five are other things."

"What's it matter?"

"You don't call krav maga kung fu."

"How come I didn't know you did kung fu?" Carter asked, almost offended by the fact it wasn't brought up in their talks. "How did you know?" Carter asked Jack.

"He hired me," Chen said. As head of Homeworld Security, O'Neill would have to look through the resume of everyone hired, especially the ones he picked.

"Thought it was 'bout time we got a scientist with a sense of humor," O'Neill explained cheerfully.

"I thought you didn't like scientists," Carter pointed out, remembering one of the first things O'Neill said to her when she joined the SGC. It almost made her nostalgic thinking all the way back and looking at how much has changed.

"I still don't scientists. I just don't like them…less…when they have a sense of humor."

"You and I have very different standards for what qualifies as a sense of humor," Chen snorted.

"Anyways," O'Neill said, changing the topic. "What you working on?"

"We're just finishing the plans for the BC-305," Chen explained. O'Neill didn't even have time to ask before Carter jumped to telling him what it is.

"It's our new class of battlecruiser made by reverse-engineering Ori technology. Better weapons, better shielding, better hyperdrive."

"Which doesn't work," Chen added. O'Neill looked at Carter as if he expected her to have the answer.

"We upgraded the hyperdrive using Ori technology. If we can get it working, we might be able to reach NGC 300 within weeks and Pegasus in days. We might even be able to reach Destiny and get our people off it."

"If it worked."

O'Neill continued staring at Carter for an answer.

"Well, the faster you want to travel in hyperspace the more energy you need to put into the generator. Unfortunately, the only power source that can give us enough energy is naquadria which we already know is incredibly unstable. We thought we could use the controlled conversion of naquadah to naquadria to generate more energy." Chen could not help but notice O'Neill was no longer paying attention; he was just looking around the hangar, trying to find a way to amuse himself until Carter was done explaining. "We thought by controlling the conversion we could control the instability of the naquadria but the hyperspace window is still unstable as a result."

"So you're basically telling me it doesn't work," O'Neill interrupted before Carter could explain more. "That's all I need," he said when she gave him a nod.

"Anyways, you were assigned another egg-head to help you with the project," O'Neill said. Carter and Chen exchanged curious glances.

"Well, we didn't see anyone new today," Carter said. "And Steve and I are the only two who work after hours on this."

"Oh no," Chen muttered as he thought about who it could be. There was only one scientist would could be that bad at this.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," a voice yelled in panic as someone burst through the door.

"Felger," Chen hissed venomously under his breath as Jay Felger stumbled, out of breath, into the hangar and in front of Carter and Chen. O'Neill gave a small wink before sidestepping out of sight behind one of the hyperspace generators parts before Felger could get the chance to see him.

"You're late," Chen scowled as a panting Felger tried to explain.

"I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to report to a Doctor Chet and all but I was working on this big project, very big and I…COLONEL CARTER" Felger nearly knocked Chen over as he rushed past and put Carter in a tight embrace. "It's great to see you. You look great too, that's not to say you didn't always look great…" Chen would swear O'Neill was smiling as he watched the whole scene unfold with him not in it.

"It's nice to see you too, Jay," Carter said awkwardly in his squeezing hug. "You can let go now."

"Felger," Chen barked. Felger jumped back in surprise as Chen's yell seemed to crack the air open. "You can start by taking a look at the shield calculations. They need some work." In reality, the shield calculations were already complete, but Chen was not letting Felger anywhere near the hyperdrives.

"Shields, on it, Chet," Felger stuttered, grabbing his stuff to go.

"It's 'Chen'."

"Oh, that's right. Chet already left." Felger quickly waddled off with this supplies as Chen muttered: "There is no Chet."

"Not much has changed in seven years," Carter commented, thinking about how the last time she saw him was seven years ago.

"Wasn't my idea, by the way," O'Neill said in defense as he stepped back out now that Felger was gone.

"General, he's going to break something," Chen protested. He and Carter had already spent so much time on the hyperdrive. He would be utterly pissed if Felger suddenly screws up their progress.

"Sorry, but it wasn't my call." Chen couldn't tell; was O'Neill snickering? "Besides, you're going to leave for Millennium before it's done anyways."

"Yes, and I would like to leave knowing that my project isn't going to explode while I'm gone."

"Like I said, not my decision. Look, all you have to do is put up with him for a little bit longer and you'll be gone."

"Name me one man in the scientific community that has any respect for this guy," Chen hissed irritably.

"Coons," O'Neill said with a shrug. O'Neill didn't really care about Felger as long as the guy wasn't his problem. Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, yes, COONS. Well I'm comforted," Chen snorted sarcastically.

Chen groaned when he realized there was no way he could win this.

"You know, I think they still have pie in the mess," O'Neill said, eager to get out before Felger comes back. "You two want to join." The sound of pie almost instantly changed the expression on Chen's face.

"Now THAT sounds good," he remarked. There was a brief moment of silence when Carter didn't say anything.

"Carter," O'Neill and Chen said at the same time, knowing she was probably going to volunteer to continue working.

"Pie sounds good," Carter finally said, giving into the pressure.

Chen continued to think about that moment as he worked in what looked like a tram station on the edge of the city. His back was toward the offline tram while he continued hammering away at his computer.

"Remind me again what we're doing all the way out 'ere," Martin groaned as he waited for Chen to finish.

"Well, the tram is the only way to travel between the arms and the central city," Chen explained. "Since Mercer has restricted us to the central city, this is pretty much as far as we can go and I need to make sure the system out here work."

"Then I don't see why they got me from guarding Corin to escorting you to the edge of the city," he said, looking down the vacant halls. "I mean, if we aren't going to use this place, it's just going to turn into storage."

"We might have to," Chen said, running from his laptop to a control panel on the wall. "If we plan on staying here we need to be self-sustaining and all the manufacturing buildings are in the civilian sectors."

"Let me guess; those buildings are in the arms," Charles finished. Chen didn't even need to answer for Martin to know what it was.

"Really hoping to start gate travel once power's back online," Chen said.

"You hate being here?" Lieutenant Martin asked humorously.

"I signed up for the Stargate Program, not the Sit-Around-In-A-Stupid-Space-Station Program," Chen replied.

"Well, maybe one of the team leaders will pick you," Martin said with a shrug. "I just think the whole idea of being off-world is bloody cool. You know, Corin should get put on a team too, he could be useful."

"You like our new little green man, don't you," Chen commented as he connected another wire to the mass of glowing wire filaments in the wall.

"He's ok," Martin answered, still staring down the dark corridor. Did he just see a shadow move?

"So, what are these roach people that I've been hearing about?" Chen asked right before he completed the circuit that opened the tram doors.

"The Ror'char? I dunno. According to Corin, they're like space Nazis." Chen paused for a moment when he heard the term.

"Space Nazis," he repeated. "Bit of a cliché, don't you think?" he remarked as he went back to work.

"It works," Martin shrugged. "You sure we're the only ones down 'ere?"

"We're the only two authorized to be down here to look at the power grid," Chen mumbled. Chen clicked the radio attached to his vest.

"General Mercer, the power systems on the edge of the ring are up and running," he said through his radio.

"Good to hear," Mercer's voice crackled back. "Divert all power from the arms to the inner city. Once you're done, head on back."

"Understood," Chen replied as he went back to work on his computer.

"Divert all power?" Martin questioned.

"There's no point in powering empty buildings," Chen explained.

"You think you can muster enough power to gate back to earth?" Martin asked. As thrilling as an adventure in another galaxy was, he would want to go home eventually.

"What miss home already?" Chen asked.

"You don't?" Martin asked back. Chen froze for a moment when he heard that, memories flooding into his head. He simply shook it off.

"Sure I can get us back…if we can get enough of these ZPG's from the 'space Nazis'," Chen said. "It has a ring to it: 'space Nazis'." When Chen glanced back, he realized that Martin had raised his P90 and was aiming down the hall.

"What is it?" Chen asked, placing his hand on his nine-millimeter.

"I thought you said we're the only ones down 'ere," Martin said, his aim remaining steady. Chen could tell by the way Charles Martin was holding his P90 that something was up. He wasn't scanning the halls; he was aiming it right at something.

Chen stepped up beside Martin and aimed his gun and a flashlight down the hall.

"Well, I have been wrong before," Chen said as he laid his eyes on two black figures standing in the halls.

Chen moved the light from his flashlight across the two figures, both of them wearing sleek black uniforms and pants with oily-black metal plates covering their joints. Their faces were not visible; they both wore masks composed of a metal frame that seemed to cradle their heads with a dull gray visor that extended over their faces. Three green veins of energy ran through their visor as if it was powering some sort of heads-up-display on the inside. They both carried gray; both rifles looked like giant wasps without legs or wings and what would be the stinger was flat to be the butt of the gun.

"Well, they aren't shooting yet," Chen remarked.

"That's a first," Martin snorted.

"For us, not so much," one of the figures said, his voice distorted, presumably by the helmet. Martin and Chen both felt their jaws drop.

"You speak can speak English," Martin stated to the figures and waited for a response, his gun still aimed at the figures.

"If that's what you call the language, then yes; we speak English," the figure said again.

"Lieutenant Charles Martin of the Royal Australian Air Force," Martin introduced cautiously. Even if they were hostile, a name shouldn't hurt.

"Underlord Exodan Krell of the Ror'char Space Force," the same figure identified. The mention of the name Ror'char made Chen and Martin think back on their talks about them a few moments ago.

"They don't look like space Nazis," Chen commented, a comment which simply caused the two Ror'char soldiers to exchange glances.

-.-

Corin was lying in bed in the living quarters he was given. It was a spacious room, partially because he did not bring any personal items with him. As far as he could tell, it was like every living quarter: a rectangular room with a set of drawers built into a wall near the back and a closet built into the wall directly beside the door. The bed was brought from Earth. He didn't have anything else with him nor did he want anything.

Corin reached from his bed and opened a drawer, where a single photo lay. It was old, crumpled, and some of the color had begun to fade, but what it was remained clear: it was a picture of his wedding day.

-.-

For General Mercer, encountering the Ror'char right on the station they now inhabit was a problem, especially with Corin seeking refuge.

"Do we know how many more there are?" Mercer asked Chen and Lieutenant Martin as he walked through the hall toward the conference room.

"According to Krell, they have a squad of about fifteen," Martin explained, trying to keep up with the General through the crowd of people in the halls.

"How exactly did fifteen aliens manage to board this station?" Mercer demanded to know.

"I did a scan outside the Millennium once I got back," Chen explained. "I detected a ship on the underside of the central city. I can't tell how long it's been there but it can't be long considering it's not close to the edge."

"For now, keep this silent," Mercer ordered. "Make sure that Corin Nevec does not learn about Ror'char on this station. It's time to see how truthful he's been. Major Nova is waiting for us in the conference room. Lieutenant Martin, I would like you to join our negotiations."

"Yes, sir," Martin agreed.

"Doctor Chen, work on the station's internal sensors. If these guys are hostile, I want a clear cut tactical advantage."

"Got it," Chen said, breaking off to head to the control room.

General Mercer and Lieutenant Martin walked up the stairs to the conference room where Nova was already seated and waiting for them.

"Gentlemen," Mercer greeted, giving the two Ror'char soldiers a friendly gesture. Krell and his subordinate gave a small bow before taking a seat.

Martin took a seat beside between Mercer and Nova.

"Not even a week and we're already dealing with intergalactic politics," Martin muttered to Nova. "Ok, you're here because you're the second highest ranking officer. Why am I here?"

"You are the one who bumped into them," Nova said.

"So did Chen, why doesn't he join us?"

Terra gave Charles a surprised look.

"You really hate politics that much?" she asked.

"You ever watch Episode I of Star Wars? The whole Coruscant bit. Fell asleep. Bloody boring."

"We apologize for misunderstanding," Krell said as he and his subordinate reached up to their helmets. There was a gentle click and quick hiss as the two removed their helmets and set them down on the table.

Nova and Martin looked up in surprise when they saw that Krell's subordinate was, or at least looked, human. While Krells face was humanoid, he had leathery gray skin and his eyes were oily black.

"My Lieutenant is Vos Dreas," Krell introduced, gesturing toward his human subordinate. "As I'm sure you can imagine, we were quiet surprised when we found others aboard, especially two that look as some of our people do."

"You can imagine our equal surprise then," Mercer replied warmly. "If I may, what are you doing on the station?" Mercer knew he had to take the initiative in asking the question or he might find himself being questioned.

"Yes, I must apologize if we intruded," Krell said. "We discovered this station not too long ago. It was initially uninhabited. My squad was sent in to see if it was safe for our science teams and secure for our emperor, Vosk. It appears that you have also recently discovered this place."

They all knew there was no way to hide it. The boxes and the crowd of people trying to find a spot to put everything made it obvious.

"Yes, it is only recently that we discovered this station," Nova admitted.

"However, in our short time here, we have made considerable progress in unlocking the full potential of this station," Mercer added.

"We're explorers," Martin said.

"In seek of allies, trade, and technology I assume," Krell said with a smile. "You are not the first we have met with this mandate. We will gladly share our knowledge and technology."

Nova and Martin exchanged surprised glances while Mercer maintained his focus. They might just make an ally within a few days of arriving in the galaxy.

"Well, if we are to be allies," Dreas suddenly spoke up. "You should probably be aware that we requested additional assistance securing this station."

"You must understand, we were under the impression that this place still unoccupied," Krell added.

"And, by assistance you mean?" Mercer asked. Dreas took a breath, not sure how to explain it without making it sound hostile.

"As we speak, a ship is headed to our location to supply additional troops to help us secure this station."

-.-

After a few more minutes of talk, the group decided to take a recess. Krell and Dreas took the time to radio the squad of Ror'char troopers that had boarded the station while Mercer, Nova, and Martin went into the hall to discuss a few things. In the control room, no one knew how to react to the fact that a massive alien ship was headed their way, but they all had their assignments and had to keep working no matter how dangerous that ship could be.

"Scanner's say it's roughly one thousand meters in length and about two hundred meters tall," Chen read.

"Krell ordered their ship to stay outside the nebula," Donavan explained to Chen after being apprised on the situation, showing their deep space scan. "But, Mercer would like to know this station's defensive capabilities."

"If it has any," Chen grumbled.

"Why wouldn't there be?" Donavan asked as he went back to working on his computer.

"One of the races in the Alliance is a pacifistic race," Chen explained. "They might have requested no weapons be put on the Millennium."

"Well, it would be nice making an ally first-thing in a new galaxy," Donavan remarked.

"When they contacted their ship they did request an ambassador for their nation," Chen said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "But, that Krell guys is supposed to continue negotiating until she gets here."

"A second ship?"

"Looks that way."

Donavan kept his eyes on the screen. This ship could mean the start of a new friendship or their destruction. They found reference to Millennium months ago and started preparing an expedition as soon as reference to it was found. It was only about a week ago was the address found buried in the database. Did they do all this just to die in another galaxy?

"Their recess is about over," Chen said. "They're probably going back to negotiating in a few minutes. What do you think of this Krell chump anyways?"

"Looks like something out of Star Trek," Donavan commented, the computer console beeping as he continued working. "Surprised that he wasn't human…you know, like all the other races we've encountered."

"Well, the only reason humans exist in different galaxies is because the Ancients seeded life in their own image," Chen mumbled, hooking up his computer to the systems. "If all four races seeded life in this galaxy, then it makes sense that there're species other than humans in this one. He's probably Asgard."

"Could be Furling," Donavan suggested.

"Not enough hair."

Donavan gave Chen a sideways look from that comment.

"Furlings: they sound like giant teletubbies," Chen clarified.

Before either of them could say anything else, they heard several surprised yells down the hall as Corin burst past several people.

"You guys didn't!" Corin yelled angrily.

"Corin," Chen said, hoping the Ror'char soldiers in the conference room wouldn't hear the yells.

"I told you the Ror'char can't be trusted!" Corin shouted in disbelief. Chen glanced back at the conference room as he placed a hand on Nevec's shoulder.

"How 'bout we have this nice little 'chat' in the halls," Chen hissed, gently pushing Corin out of the room while hoping the Ror'char didn't hear, though it did not stop people from staring.

Chen practically dragged Corin into the hall.

"You can't seriously be negotiating with the Ror'char," Corin barked once they were out of sight. "Sure, they'll open up with sweet talk but they'll kill you once negotiations don't go the way they want!"

"Corin, will you relax!" Chen hissed, smacking him on the forehead. Corin took another breath before he began to calm down. "It's all been planned out. Mercer's ordered Martin to take a thirty marines and occupy the halls around the spot where they landed."

"You think that you can take them?" Corin asked, not confident with the humans' level of technology.

"That's why he took THIRTY," Chen hissed. "If things go bad, they're gonna storm the place."

"But do you think you can actually take them?" Corin repeated.

"YES, I think we can take them," Chen answered straight, but he could tell that Corin still had some misgivings.

"And what about Krell?" Corin asked.

"You know those two?"

Corin nodded, taking out the picture he had and showing it to Chen.

"Who's she?" Chen asked gruffly.

"Her name's Andrea," Corin said, nearly tearing up. "And my wife…at least she was supposed to be." Chen stared at Corin when he heard that.

"She didn't agree with a lot of Emperor Vosk's decisions," Corin explained. "Only a small handful knew that she didn't think Vosk was a good leader. On our wedding day, Ror'char troopers came in. Someone reported that she was voicing disagreement with the Emperor and they…" Corin slammed his eyes shut to keep the tears in.

"Good lord," Chen breathed when he heard the story.

"Krell was the one in charge, he ordered his men to kill her!" Corin growled with renewed anger. "In Ror'char, if you disagree with the Emperor and his beliefs, or you're not a part of his empire, YOU ARE EVIL! And even after that, I worked in a position where, every day, I had to preach how great and benign our leader was, how everything he does was for our own good and protection. Whatever happens, Krell CAN'T be allowed to leave."

-.-

Nova thought about how just yesterday she, General Mercer, and Lieutenant Martin were listening to Corin tell them about the evil Ror'char Empire and their oppression of their civilians. Now, she and Mercer were negotiating with two Ror'char high ranking officers. She didn't know where Martin was; General Mercer sent him off somewhere.

"We understand, and recognize, that this station is your home," Krell said. "However, it is imperative that we use its potential for our people as well. We are at war on multiple fronts and, with your presence in your galaxy, you may soon get caught in it."

"Not only are we at war with the harvesters but the Ror'char nation is in civil war as well," Dreas explained.

"Excuse me," Nova called out. "But, who are the 'harvesters'?"

"If you do not know, then it is best it remains that way," Krell said. "So, you understand how important it is that we unlock the secrets of this station."

"If we're going to become allies, we need to know who our common enemy is," Nova argued.

"If you are integrated into our society, you can remain here and continue your work," Dreas suggested.

"Integrate?" Mercer repeated, thinking about Corin's warnings about the Ror'char.

"It's the best option for both our people," Dreas explained. "You will receive superior law and order as well as the protection of our troopers."

"I believe that our law and order are adequate enough."

"We live in a civilization free from any crime or violence," Dreas argued. "It's important you pick up on this. Even the smallest amount of disorder will fester then spread."

"Uh, out of curiosity," Nova spoke up. "What do you do to areas where 'disorder' is festering?"

"We're trying to bring about a new age of peace and stability but that is not possible if everyone isn't part of it. Think of it as a disease. If we can integrate the chaotic societies into our empire, we can cure them."

"And if they don't want to be cured?" Nova had to ask. She watched as Dreas' face grew dark from that question as he answered.

"If the disease can't be cured, it has to be cut out."