Rao and Forseti stood on the bridge of the Moelar in hyperspace. In ancient Earth mythology the Moelar Sea was said to be the final home of Odin himself, the ruler of all Asgard. Rao and Forseti had gained the consent of the Asgard High Council to try and capture and study a human-form Replicator and its base code.
It was un-characteristic of the Asgard to do something like this; it seemed they were all too aware of how the war would turn out if the war was allowed to progress the way it has been for the past 200 years, so they decided that the risk was well worth the outcome.
The Moelar was a standard Daniel Jackson science vessel; it was the most standard travel ship for the Asgard at the moment as all the other, more powerful vessels like the mightiest of them all; the O'Neill engaged the Replicators.
They were on their way to the heart of the Ida galaxy itself, a serious battle took place between the Asgard and the Replicators there; and Forseti was hopeful that a human-form Replicator, or at least part of one, would be found in the debris.
Against the black interior of the Asgard vessel the blue and white streaks of hyperspace stood out and lit up the room. The illumination was replaced by the cold, blackness of space; they had arrived. "Starting debris scans" informed the Asgard scientist.
A few moments passed while the scan was being done. "The debris is mostly littered with Replicator bug blocks, however I have located a human-form Replicator – it is intact. We are approaching now" said Forseti while moving the small, dim white coloured touch stones around.
"Transporting now" stated the Asgard as a white light illuminated the room, in its wake a human-form Replicator was left behind laying on a bench with his eyes closed in the centre of the bridge.
Rao stepped closer, but kept his distance. The Replicators eyes shot open and a fist broke through the incredibly tough transparent plastic that it was trapped behind, its focus immediately on Forseti and Rao. The Replicators' eyes finally rested on Rao, he balled up his fist and with the same mechanical speed and strength that he used to breach through the transparent plastic, set his fist on a collision course straight for Rao's face.
With a moment to spare Rao moved his hand to block it, so fast that it was a blur. He held the Replicators fist in his hand, completely stopping and absorbing the momentum of the punch that could have broken through a metal door.
The Replicator wasn't expecting that, he froze for a fraction of a second to troubleshoot what happened, how could this be possible? Humans aren't this strong, this is no human!
The time was all Rao needed, be dropped the Replicators fist and shoved it in the chest with one hand sending it flying across the room into the far wall. It fell to the ground leaving behind an indent in the strong Asgard wall.
It took the Replicator a moment to repair itself; they did call them Replicators for a reason. Rao reached out with his mind, he could sense everything in front of him, behind him, atop him in perfect detail – he picked up the Replicator with his mind and held him half a meter off the ground, the human-form Replicator completely helpless.
Forseti was taken by complete surprise at the display or power from her compassionate Ancient friend; he did what anyone would have thought impossible. It took him a few seconds to get back in control and compose himself; he immediately got back to work sifting through the Replicators base code for the one line of code that would win them the war.
Abilana was in the cargo hold of the giant Ancient warship. The room was mostly empty of cargo as the ship synthesised most of what it needed. The edges of the room had crates scattered around with a clear walkway left from the door to the centre.
In the centre stood a stargate, DHD and a computer terminal to the side. A young woman was lying under the DHD; she was clearly tinkering with its inner workings. A thick cable was attached to the stargate from the ship, it was meant to feed power from the ship to the gate for intergalactic travel, which the stargate's couldn't independently gather enough energy for.
The cable disappeared behind the crates on the far side of the wall, probably to some sort of power outlet. Abilana got up from under the DHD looking satisfied; she had modified the dialling device to travel to other galaxies.
She was going to Atlantis, she needed a copy of the Lantean database so she could learn their history and most importantly learn about the Wraith. More specifically the tactics they used against the Lanteans so that when the time came when the Alterra went to war with the Wraith, they would be properly prepared, having studied were the Lanteans went wrong and learning from their mistakes.
Life had been pretty boring and routine on Atlantis by ordinary standards. The Wraith hives that tried to destroy Atlantis were gone. They thought that we had destroyed the city rather than hand it over to them, but actually it was cloaked, not destroyed.
Only a day ago did the Atlantis expedition finish tracking down, and killing all the Wraith that beamed down into the city trying to overrun it and sabotage it from the inside. Their attempts failed though, they caused some damage sure but they never got close the ZPM room, the one room that was keeping Atlantis' shield up, the one thing between survival and defeat for the Atlantis expedition.
Mckay was in the control room working on his laptop, he was trying to power up Atlantis' systems one by one so he could figure out what they did. Once he powered up one system he studied it, found out what it did, then he powered it down to save power and started on another.
There were some systems that despite his best attempts he couldn't even begin to understand what they did, even with Zelanka's help. He didn't let it deter him though, his curiosity had him in Atlantis' control room on most of his down time; some might have called it an obsession.
"Come on Mckay, you need to get away from that thing for a bit" Sheppard argued. He came up to the control room with Teyla in the hopes that they could persuade him to come to lunch with them. "No I don't" Mckay replied never moving his eyes from the screen.
"If you don't I'll tell everyone about the mission on P3X 772" Sheppard said, this had changed from a simple invitation, he was going to twist his team mates arm; like it or not he was going to do something else than bury his nose in his laptop.
This got Mckays attention, he turned around and looked at Sheppard "You wouldn't" he stated. "Try me" John said smiling. The great Mckay threw his hands up in defeat "fine, I'll eat your stupid lunch". "That's the spirit!" Major Sheppard said.
Rodney got up and walked down the stairs for the mess hall, John and Teyla following him. He didn't like this one bit. Just as they reached the bottom of the steps the 'gate activated "Unauthorised off-world activation" yelled a technician. Sheppard ran up to the man followed by Teyla and Rodney who couldn't run the stairs as quick as his friends.
"Raise the shield" Elizabeth said as she came walking out of her office. There were no off world teams because gate travel was suspended for the moment until everything had settled down with the Wraith. The shield rose over the 'gate, anything that was sent through would instantly be destroyed from the impact with the shield. It was so close to the event horizon that matter couldn't even fully reintegrate.
The shield suddenly dropped leaving the 'gate unprotected. The security team surrounding the 'gate were ready to shoot anything that stepped through the thing. "What happened, raise the shield" exclaimed Dr Weir. "I'm trying, it's unresponsive!" said the 'gate technician.
Sheppard tapped the radio on his chest "Extra security to the 'gate room" he said into his mouth piece. The air was tense in the control room; this had never happened before, how could it?
A figure stepped through the 'gate clad in black robes with a hood covering its face. "Fire!" yelled one of the members of the security team. The stargate deactivated at the same time each started firing. As the bullets hit, noise could be heard, it sounded like the bullets were hitting a solid metal surface.
The hooded figure just stood there, apparently unharmed. The last bullet came hurtling forward. The figure's arm moved so fast that it was a black blur; it's hand in front, balled into a fist. It relaxed the muscles in its fingers and the clenched fist opened, and a bullet dropped to the floor.
Things were going well for Rao and Forseti, with the human-form Replicator firmly suspended in the air by Rao's telekinesis it was harmless, this allowed them to search through the base code for what they needed; a command that makes all Replicators come forth.
Hours passed with no break, it was taking a while to sift through the billions of lines of code.. But soon their patience had payed off. "That there" pointed out Rao, "That is the code that we are looking for".
They had found what they wanted, beamed the Replicator back out into the cold of space leaving it for dead. They started travelling back to what remained of the Asgard civilisation happy that they almost had all the pieces ready to finally destroy the Replicators once and for all.
Forseti and Rao were standing on the bridge of the Moelar, still a few hours away from their destination. The lights in the room started to flicker, until they were left in relative darkness. The light from the touch stones that controlled the Asgard technology and the light from hyperspace was the only thing lighting up the room now.
"What happened?" ask Rao. Forseti was hard at work moving the touch stones around "The Replicator managed to infiltrate our computer. It is attempting to take complete control of the vessel" informs the Asgard scientist.
"I cannot keep control for more than approximately 11 minutes" says Forseti. "How far away is the closest planet with a stargate?" asks Rao with a plan to get them out of this mess. "Approximately 8 minutes and 54 seconds". He states. "Take us there" says the Ancient scientist.
"It is done, we will arrive before control of the ship is lost to us" Forseti says. "Prepare the Neutrino-Ion-Generators to overload ten seconds after we arrive" Rao orders, even though it's not his ship he has pretty much taken command of the situation. "It is done."
During the 8 minutes it took to arrive to the closest planet with a stargate Forseti wrestled with the ship for control, just enough to get them to where they needed. The Daniel Jackson class vessel exited hyperspace in low orbit around the planet. "We must use the escape pods, the transport technology could be compromised" warned Forseti.
The two raced to the nearest escape pod, only seconds remained until the ships' reactors overloaded destroying it in the process. Rao could have easily made it there and left by now, but his Asgard counterpart was slowing him down.
They reached the escape pod; a door from the ship to the escape pod was all that stood in the way. Through the small window you could see in interior of the escape pod. Rao pressed the little, white touch stone on the left side of the door and entered, Forseti following hot on his heels.
The escape pod jettisoned out of the ship leaving it to its doom. From the view port on the escape pod the explosion of the generators exploding could be seen, a light green, with some white in it, explosion destroyed the whole thing leaving nothing behind.
The escape pod raced towards the planet, its navigation systems taking them straight to the stargate. The escape pod was round, more flat than tall... In fact it looked just like a UFO.
Meanwhile a black mist flew in the night sky at an alarming speed...
"You cannot hide from me forever." said a low, malevolent voice, almost a whisper in the night air. "I'm coming for you..."
Authors notes:
Please review, it's the only indication you want more.
I'm thinking about changing this stories title to 'Stargate: The lost colony of the Ancients' so that more of the stargate fans can find it, as it has been pointed out to me. I'll let yeo's know what's happening.
I have the next few chapters planned out, and the 'unnamed enemy' finally catches up to Abilana.
Seriously, review.
Thanks – X
P.S, how do I get a line in my stories to separate some paragraphs?