Disclaimer: This should be a given by now. I don't own Stargate Sg-1 that goes to the creators and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer the producers. I also don't own any of the other things that I use for inspiration and throw in here that belong to someone else; whether they be; movies, books, videogames or television series (let's put music also; just in case =P). I don't make any money off this, it just do it for fun.


I did get most of my inspiration for this story by others, if you haven't yet, read them, they're really good

Stargate: Rise of the Covenant by The Hierarch

Stargate: Galactic Imperium by VexMaster

Empress in the Shadows by voider

XSGCOM: Mirror Image by Hotpoint


Hellgate, EX-Z029 'Pandora', September 18th, 1440 AD.

Empire Population: 1,680,400,000,000

Number of Planets: 728

Span of Empire: 595 Light-years

"WOOOOHEA! " Shouted the operator of Exa-65 as his twelve thousand ton mechanical centipede dug its way into the ground of Pandora. The machine's Sonic Shatterer pulverizing and displacing hundreds of tons of earth and other material; the horrendous screeching noise it was making scaring off all the natural wildlife for miles around and making a few hunting Na'vi jittery.

"Exa-65, keep it down will you! Your voice is causing my ears to bleed," replied the voice of the other Excavator, Exa-66; his one hundred meter machine was rapidly drilling down the earth not ten meters away from the other.

To the astonishment of the Enarian's, the two machines were making more progress than their own machines could achieve in a fraction of the time. They had just disappeared from view meaning that they had achieved depths of one hundred meters already; and they only started thirty seconds ago!

"Stop your whining Exa-66, your just jealous cause I'm gonna beat you," Saying that he turned up the strength of his Shatterer to eighty five percent causing the screeching to escalate; not that anyone on the surface could hear them at this point; though the slight trembles in the ground did increase slightly.

"Really, how you got this job is beyond me," replied the mystified excavator operator.

Back in the main Hellgate control room, Parker and Isonade were looking at the slowly moving dots (slowly being relatively speaking) that represented the two excavators drilling their way to their destination, roughly twelve kilometers away and two kilometers deep.

"Your technology continues to amazes me Administrator Taki," stated Parker in a tone that did nothing to belay his excitement. The Dalk'omian administrator didn't have to be a psionic to see that the man had money swimming through his vision, but then again who was he to judge; he was the same way.

"Thank you for your kind words, but our technology is mostly dependent on our age; you have only had space flight for one hundred years while we have been in space for over three thousand years. You are very advanced for your tiers level; especially considering you already have faster than light communications," replied the ExaNova administrator earnestly. Isonade wasn't lying. They had only split the atom one hundred and fifty years ago, and yet here they were; four light years away from their home world. Such rapid development didn't happen very often but seeing as most of their civilization was run by mega corporations; the competition alone would speed along scientific progress. "By the way, the xeno-biologist that came with me are clamoring to meet with the natives; when can they meet with your scientist to arrange it."

"Our Egg heads should be able to meet with yours at any time, just arrange it with the major here," here Parker points at clean shaven dark skinned man who was surrounded by liquid-crystal computer screens. "However, Sulley usually 'wakes up' a few hours after sun down and he will be the man you ask if you want to set up a meeting with them."

"I'm sure my 'Egg-heads' as you call them will be happy to hear that, I will head back to my ship for the mean time," Isonade informed his Enarian counterpart.

"Ship? You mean that massive thing that the captain of the Venture stated looked like, and I quote, 'A creepy looking ghost ship,'" Parker inquired with a grin, one which was shared by Isonade.

"Yes, many of my own people have said the same thing about the 'Planet-Cracker' class; I personally think the designer watched one too many horror vids," replied the trench-coat wearing man.

He probably wasn't far off from the truth. The six kilometer beast that was known as the PC-02 'Novum' certainly had a haunting looking feel to it. It was a metallic tan and it's running lights were a ghostly teal color. The bridge was located at the front of the ship, unlike military ships which had their bridges buried deep in their superstructures. Behind the bridge was what many people claimed looked like human ribs that ran half the length of the ship, which was the part that mainly gave the ship its skeletal appearance. This was an important part of the ship as this is where the ships unique material collection and processing center was located. Behind this were two massive towers that rose over the rest of the ship; this was the main storage and hangar area for processed materials and contained massive airlocks which large transport ships could attach to. Behind this was the engine block where the ship's plasma-ionization generator and three plasma-ion engines were located. Even the three engines which pushed the massive ship through space glowed a haunting teal; reaffirming the oppressive feeling the ship gave out (1).

An interesting fact about the Planet-Cracker was that it was an extremely expensive ship to create; with only six of the monstrosities were created so far, and one still under construction in the Rakari dry docks. It was therefore an even rarer sight than the abbadon battleship. It was also one of the largest ship classes in the Empire; only the Gozi super freighters being greater in size. Another interesting fact was that the ship was not expensive to make because it was so large; the raw material cost of the alloys used in the ship only cost around twenty percent of the entire cost of this beast, the greatest cost; over fifty percent, was the 'gravitational-Shearing beams' and the 'Fusion-Molecular Furnace.' Two extremely experimental pieces of technology, therefore being very expensive; but when you have gravity beams so strong that they actually rip a planet (or asteroid) apart piece by piece and then tractor them into the experimental furnaces which actually use other, usually disposed collected material to increase the mass of the main material your collecting (2), well you realize it is well worth the cost.

"What do you plan to do with that ship anyway; I doubt you plan on ripping apart this moon in order to get the unobtain… sorry, I mean naquadah from it," Parker asked with a raised eyebrow.

"And give Fleet Command a reason to throw me out a space lock, I think not!" both men chuckled at this. "No, the survey ships have discovered rather large deposits of trinium, titanium and uranium on two small planetoids orbiting another Gas giant," he replied before bringing out a small holographic projector in order to show him the two objects which were only located twenty light minutes away. "We will be using the Novum to collect those materials," he finished before nodding his head at Parker and walking out of the control room to his shuttle.

Later

The Avatar lab in Hellsgate was a buzz of conversion as white coated scientist moved back and forth looking at their portable computers and checking their very important work while taking discrete glances at the seven individuals surrounding a large three dimensional holographic display of a Na'vi. Four of these individuals were known by many in the base but the most noticible was Dr. Grace Augustine, Norman Spellman and the wheelchair bound Jake Scully. The three other individuals were what most of the Enarian scientist were discreetly looking at every now and again. Two of the individuals were males while the other was female, and from their rather advanced looking attire and the fact that they all looked like they came from the same ethnic group denoted them as Dalk'omians.

Each of the three individuals wore an almost glowing white ankle length trench coat with the typical high collars expected from these people and the Unursa-Glint Xeno-biology Institute logos situated on their left sleeves. Even though they were inside, advanced looking rebreathers covered their nose and mouths; also white in color with a few small glowing blue lights that blinked any time they talked. They also wore thin goggles on their face that also glowed blue around the edges. The three individuals were currently talking to the other four about something or the other, the fact that there wasn't a mechanical tinge to their voices giving away again how more advanced their technology was. One of the scientist, seeing that Dr. Augustine was looking pointedly at her quickly diverter her attention back to her work.

"So you believe that we will be able to meet with the Omaticaya clan in a few days," inquired the female Dalk'omian scientist to Jake Scully.

"Eytukan and Mo'at have agreed to meet with you but they will not meet at their hometree, that is sacred grouds to them. Instead we will be meeting… can you turn this thing into a map," Jake asked the Trench coat wearing scientist. One of the males then wordlessly brought up a floating blue screen in front of him. After pressing a few buttons the hologram changed from the 3-D display of Na'vi physiology to a large Map, Hellgate marked at the center of it and the Omaticaya Hometree marked a few miles to the North. "Right there," he continued after he had looked at the map for a few moments. The scientist again pressed a few buttons on the hovering screen and the place Jake pointed to was magnified until they could pick out a few native animals scurrying about. The spot that the Na'vi delegation turned out to be a rather large clearing near the side of a sheer cliff. The clearing had enough space to land a dropship and still have enough room so that the Na'vi wouldn't feel too intimidated by being so close to the machine.

"That seems reasonable, from your reports of the natives I am surprised that we were able to achieve an actual meeting," replied one of the male scientist; Jake thought he said his name was Jan Siuz or something like that.

"Indeed, I am rather excited to be meeting these Na'vi first had," said the other in tone that was anything but excited; robotic would be more accurate.

"You will be asking the Omaticaya leaders for a definite date, right Jake?" Asked the female scientist in a much more friendly tone.

"Sure thing, I should have an answer by tomorrow," he replied. The female scientist nodded her head to that.

"Sounds good! Anyways; we should go and start setting up our lab here. Do come by if you have any questions," the friendly Dalk'omian scientist said to them before grabbing their portable holographic projector and walking out the door.

"I'm tired, I think I'll go hit the sack; night," Jake stated before he rolled of the science lab and down the drab steel walls to his room.

Hellgate, EX-Z029 'Pandora', September 21th, 1440 AD.

The sounds of the early morning were broken by the loud whining of silver, twenty meter long shuttle descending to the rather large clearing before them. The shuttle had two small stubby wings around the middle of the craft, with what looked like a door underneath. The rear of the craft tapered off until it reach two downward facing wings. The four thrusters whined as they set the ship softly on the dirt ground before power was shunt from them. The hatches on the sides slid open and out walked the Dalk'omian delegation.

Three familiar white coated scientists came out first and where followed by a five man security team borrowed from one of the Yokai frigates stationed to protect the mining operations. The five marines were decked down in Ikiryo battle armor and each had an ARD-132 held firmly in their hands, eyes warily surveying the surrounding area through the advanced visuals they were getting from their photo receptors.

"Alright team, make a perimeter; you two stay with the scientist," the marine captain ordered, the two he nodded to stayed in a defensive position while him and the other marines carefully walked around the perimeter, making sure that this wasn't an ambush. If it was an ambush, this day wouldn't end well for them…or the Na'vi. In addition to having a Fuji dropship on standby in case things went FUBAR, they also had two Goryo gunships on standby that could reach their destination in less than a minute and a half.

Now anyone in the empire could tell you that a Goryo wasn't something to trifle with; it was literally a flying tank and by itself had enough armament to lay waste to the entire Hellgate compound. With over eighty 'dumb' missile hard points, sixteen 'smart' missile hardpoints, two high energy cannons and a rotating twenty five millimeter repulsor cannon that can fire over six-hundred rounds per minute, with each round being capable of punching a two foot hole into a meter of steel; you have something that nothing native, or Enarian made can handle in terms of shear fire power. Add to that its ability to fly at speeds that reach 1800 miles per hour and able to make twenty five G turns without the pilot blacking out you also have something that nothing on this moon can really catch; let's not even get started on its plasma-shield.

"I'm getting heat signatures about twenty meters into the forest, their hiding pretty well; wouldn't have noticed them if I didn't switch my photoreceptors to Infrared," stated one of the other marines patrolling the area through his audio-link.

"Confirmed, I see them too; orders Captain?" Queried the other patrolling marine, repulsor rifle still pointed down but ready to snap up if the already tense situation goes hot.

"We know they're here, lets head back the the scientists; the natives will make their presence known to us," the Captain replied. 'Hopefully,' he thought to himself. The link to the response team was continuously open so if things went south they could rapidly respond… and probably decimate a good hundred acres of the forest in front of them.

Thankfully they didn't need to wait long. Five minutes had passed since the three patrolling marines had once again taking up defensive positions around the scientist before they caught tall, lithe figures moving towards them through the shadows of the trees. Soon enough multiple ten feet tall blue beings where making their ways towards them; most of them had massive bows or spears brandished at them, thankfully not exceedingly aggressively. The only two without weapons where a female wearing what looked like a mix between a dress and a sash that was red in color. The Male was wearing a feathered vest that covered his shoulders.

Of course both the Marines and Scientists knew that they were the leaders of the Omaticaya Clan, the Male; Eytukan, the overall clan leader while the female; Mo'at was the head shaman or spiritual leader. The rather large collection (which outnumbered the dalk'omians five to one) of natives stopped around ten feet from humans, the two leaders at the front of the pack before the three white clad bowed low to them before rising, their eyes meeting the eyes of the natives.

"I bring you greeting on behalf of the Dalk'om Empire and our Emperor Dev'ak. We hope that we and the 'People' can usher forward a fruitful relationship," the female scientists said in perfect Na'vi. If the Na'vi were shocked they held it rather well. Eytukan did not respond right away, he was too busy surveying the five individuals that must be protecting the three white garbed ones. They they did not look like the regular warriors the demons employed; for one he couldn't see any skin for it was all covered up by the black armor. There was also the fact that even in the morning sun he could see their eyes glowed an eerie red; which intimidated him much less the warriors around him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Tsu'tey gripping his bow tighter. Moving his eyes to the, now uncomfortable scientists he decided to respond.

"The other Demons said much the same thing when they came, why would you be any different," he asked, his tone of voice tight and not very friendly. The scientist were unperturbed by this, they didn't expect him to act like they were long lost friends.

"Simple…desperation. The other humans, or 'Demons' as you call them are nowhere as advanced as us. In terms that you would understand, our magics are much more powerful than theirs. They are also relatively young, they have only been exploring the heavens for one hundred cycles while we have been exploring them for three thousand," the dark haired scientist said in an informative tone, the male scientist; the stoic one nodding his head in confirmation before continuing where the other left off.

"It takes the humans that you know over one thousand moons to get here from their home planet, it would take us less than one moon to travel the same distance," stated the stoic scientist. The Na'vi absorbed this, mostly Eytukan as he saw the merit in what they had to say. Still, he had to know what this meant to the 'people'.

"What is your purpose here then," Eytukan inquired, his tone not as harsh as before but still commanding, as you would expect from such a leader.

"I won't lie to you, we are mainly here for the same reason the other humans came here; however our methods are much, much less harmful to Eywa. You see, we were surveying this world to be a 'recuperation' station for our star ships. We are currently in a conflict against true demons whose domains are rather close to your world," the female scientist answered. Both Eytukan and Mo'at now looked extremely pensive and slightly grim while whispers started to break out among the Na'vi entourage.

"You would bring your conflict to our world?" Eytukan asked, he didn't sound very friendly again.

"We would not intentionally bring our conflict to your world but this enemy is extremely dangerous and cannot be reasoned with. Your world lies so close to theirs it's a miracle they haven't found you yet." The female scientist replied once more. The Omaticaya Clan leader's face twisted into a grimace at this.

"If what you say is true what would happen to us if they find us," he asked.

"Nothing good at all, you are stronger, faster and actually slightly smarter than humans; however your immune systems are similar to ours meaning that the goa'uld will find you to be the perfect host," Seeing their questioning stare at the word host, the female scientist nodded to one of her companions who then stretched his arm and pointed it in the air. A 3-D hologram then appeared out of nowhere causing the gathered Na'vi to jump until their leaders raised their hands for them to calm down. The image that was floating in front of them was of a small black creature. It had no arms or legs and had a long serpentine body with fins on it. It had four sharp looking mandibles and beady evil looking red eyes.

"What is this creature," inquired the clans spiritual leader, Mo'at.

"The enemy. They are known as the Goa'uld and they are inherently evil. If allowed they could take over the body of any of you by wrapping around you spinal column," here the image switched to a floating Na'vi and a Goa'uld entering its neck, causing quite an uproar among the present Na'vi. "They will then take over your body and suppress your mind… causing you to slowly descend into insanity while watching as it uses your body to murder the ones you love and untold millions," gasps then erupted around the field and Na'vi curses where thrown at the floating image of the Goa'uld as if it would hear them. Another raised hand by Eytukan calmed them down, but he now had a very grim look on his face.

"If what you said is true, this could shake the very foundations of our civilization. Nothing good can come from having such a creature this close to the people. We need time to deliberate; you will have your answer in two moons," he stated before nodding to the three scientist in respect and once again warily surveying the five black clad warriors. He made a gesture with his hands before turning around and walking away, the large group of Na'vi disappearing into the tree line a few moments later.

"Well that went better that expected," said the female scientist as they walked into the ExaNova marked dropship; its engines whining loudly as they once again slowly caused the ship to hover, the side doors closing before it blasted away towards the Hellgate compound.

Hellgate, EX-Z029 'Pandora', September 23th, 1440 AD.

Dozens of Direhorses rushed through the massive forest and fields of Pandora at amazing speeds; their riders rushing them onward through their queues. Na'vi mounted on Mountain Banshees twisted in and out of the massive floating rocks of the Hallelujah Mountains before reaching the southern sea; their mounts screeching as they started flying a few feet from the surface of the water. All of these Na'vi where messengers from the Omaticaya Clan, sent to spread the word to the other other clans about the new evil. From the northern Plain tribes to the Eastern sea tribe to even the Anurai Clan, whom many Na'vi were frightened of due to their totemic animal being the deadly Thanator.

The Leaders of the Omaticya Clan; Eytukan and Mo'at had decided to heed the words of the new humans, or as they called themselves; 'Dalk'omians' and sent news to all the other tribes and clans of Pandora for a massive meeting of all the Tribes. This was an unprecedented event, one that hadn't happened since the last Toruk Makto made peace with all the clans.

The meeting was scheduled to be in two weeks if all the clan leaders agreed, which was the part that worried everyone. The other Na'vi tribes usually only came together if there was a Toruk Makto to unify them, in this case there was none. Eytukan and Mo'at only hoped that the direness of the situation would make the others see reason.

While all of this was happening, another gathering was taking place in Hellgate. One of the Amanojaku Squadrons from the Imachi (An Agamemnon-class cruiser that was in charge of defense in the system) decided that they wanted to do their required weekly flight on the Pandoran surface. The Flight Ops gave them the okay, but it somehow filtered down to those on the ground and now the Enarian Flyboys (and girls) wanted to see the fabled bird; the 'so called' best fighter in the known universe.

"Jamaki-one to flight command, now entering the stratosphere. Current speed at Mach twenty-o-three and reducing to super-cruise speed of Mach seven-o-eight," replied the squadron leader of 'Jamaki' flight to their Flight Ops on the Imachi; the omni-directional screens and neural link giving him an unparallel view of his surroundings, not to mention a great tactical advantage. New pilots of the Amanojaku's often got an interesting feeling of vertigo because of the cockpit layout; many of them described it a flying on nothing but the pilot's chair. It didn't help that the chair was reclined back so much it was almost as if you were lying down.

"Roger that Jamaki-one, maintain current heading to Mining Facility one, codenamed 'Hellgate.' At current speed ETA is four minutes, have fun" replied the Flight Officer on the Cruiser, chucking towards the end.

"Oh we will," replied Jamaki-three with a chuckle. Jamaki flight was renown in their battlegroup for their incessant showing off. The fact that they were showing off their birds to a group of people that had yet to create workable anti-gravity only swelled their heads more.

"Alrights boys ("Excuse me?") and girl, how bout we show these guys what three thousand years of tech under the hood looks like. Let's get low and fast; last one to get the Enarian flight operators to have a panic attack buys drinks tonight," quipped Jamaki-one before he lowered his craft until it was just two hundred feet above the tree line, his squad mates matching him perfectly. The massive millennia old trees below them were hard pressed not to snap under the strain that the shockwaves of the hypersonic crafts were putting out. The Xeno-scientists were sure to have an apocalyptic fit but the pilots of Jamaki flight would deal with that when it came.

"Destination in Thirty Seconds" came the reply of the onboard computer on Jamaki-one's fighter.

Hellgate Control Room, a few moments Earlier

"Sir, I'm getting all kind of weird censor ghost about three hundred clicks East…. What the…they just disappeared," said the confused flight operator to his commanding officer.

"Disappeared son? Hhmmm, it could be the Dalk'omians; they did say they were going to have some of their birds in the air today. Call their ship in orbit for confirmation," commanded the no-nonsense voice of Colonel Quaritch who was standing by Parker and the wheelchair bound Jake; who seconds before were discussing the Na'vi and their upcoming meeting.

"Yes sir," replied the seated flight operator before adjusting his headset and opening the comm. to the command ship in orbit. It wasn't a minute later that Jake saw four distant dots coming from the horizon.

"What are thos…" that was all he could say before the four objects streaked pass them faster than the eye could see…the shockwaves hit less than a second later. The entire control room, no; the entire base shook as it was buffeted by the massive shockwaves which carried with it an ear piercing noise. All of the hardened Plexi-glass surrounding the Control room shook violently, desperately trying not to shatter. Computer screens and light fixtures flickered on and off and people held onto anything they could before the shockwaves eased down a few moments later.

Parker Selfridge and a few others slowly got back up from where they fell down. Colonel Quaritch was tightly gripping the side of a workstation but it only took him a few moments to start bellowing orders.

"I want a sit-rep now!" he shouted to the rapidly recovering men and women surrounding him. Looking outside he saw a lot of the people outside either getting back up or rapidly rushing around while looking in the air.

"Sir! Look!" shouted one of the lieutenants while pointing to south-western perimeter. He turned to where the man was pointing as was awarded with the sight of four black, delta-winged fighters that were slowly coming in over the perimeter wall.

"Sorry about the scare Hellgate Control. We couldn't help ourselves; besides, your flyboys wanted to see what our birds could do. Blame them." Chuckled a slightly distorted masculine voice as the four craft slowly touched down on the landing pad. Their anti-gravity thrusters giving them unparallel VTOL capabilities.

Every single person in the Control room was speechless; they were too busy staring at the four deadly looking aircraft. The aircraft were mainly black in color but had un-uniform red splotches on it; giving it a red and black camo feel (as absurd as that sounded). Like their own fighters, it had a sharp pointed noise but no visible cockpit; instead it had three glowing red indentations near the front of the aircraft in the shape of a triangle. It had two Canards, one under each wing with glowing strips of red under and on the sides of each Canard; by now the Enarians had come to realize that these were the anti-gravity thrusters the Dalk'omians utilized. Two massive engines were located at the rear of the ship which produced a whining noise that was slowly tapering off. Finally, framing the engines where two tail fins that were bent outwards at a forty five degree angle.

Once again it was Colonel Quaritch who snapped out of it first and once again began shouting orders to those around him, causing them and the ground crews outside to burst into motion.

"I want the flight Ops of those idiots on the comm. and I wanted it done yesterday!" the Colonel shouted to the operators surrounding him. "Get those ground crews working, our birds aren't going to fuel and fix themselves!" The colonel noticed the underside near the front of the four craft opening. Four black clad figures in advanced looking suits then climbed out of the fighters, the undersides of the crafts closing up again. They then started to walk towards the control tower; ignoring to stares of the flight crews on the ground. Quaritch stared at them for a few moments before strapping on his exopack and heading down to meet them. Taking large strides he reached them in a few seconds, the lead black-clad figure stopped and saluted to him, the others following but before the figure could speak the good Colonel interrupted him.

"What the hell was that Pilot!" Quaritch shouted at him.

"Well…ah sir, we were just having a joke…we took all the safety precautions," replied the nervous voice of Jamaki-one.

"Tell me son, do I look happy," the Colonel ground out. He certainly didn't look happy.

"Sir No Sir!" Jamaki-one shouted back, voice still slightly apprehensive. Even though the Colonel wasn't his commanding officer, or even from the same military he did have a higher rank than him… it didn't help that said Colonel was extremely pissed off.

"That's the first smart thing that came out your mouth. Now, I'm going to head back inside and have a few words with your commanding officer…Don't Move," Quaritch stated before abrubly turning and walking back to the control room.

"This is sooo your fault," Jamaki-two accused Jamaki-one.

"Oh Shut up."


Theres another chapter, Just so You know… The Avatar Arc will be closing up in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: None of the stuff below (with the exception of my personal changes) belong to me. Thank you for creating them though.

If you have ever played Dead Space, this ship is the 'USG Ishimura.' It's a planet cracker in the game and like in this story; it breaks planets apart to harvest minerals. This has got to be one of my favorite ships of all time. Go to the deadspace wiki and type in USG Ishimura, it'll give you some really nice pictures of the ship.

Yes, it is similar to the World Devastators from Star Wars, only difference is that the suction mechanism is beam-like and has a light purple color. Oh and the Molecular furnace is not a true matter to matter converter; it kinda adds to already existing matter. So let's say you have 2 tons of Trinium and 10 tons of titanium, the Molecular furnace would transfer that 20 tons of titanium and add it to the Trinium to get more Trinium. It's not perfect however and Material is lost on the way, so you probably would only end up with 5 tons of Trinium for that given scenario.

Reviews

A sitting Duck: Nah, it not a mistake; not really. You see their dropships are supposed to be similar to current aircraft like the V-22 Osprey. I think it shows how advanced the Dalk'omians are due to the fact that their version of 'Blackhawk's' can fly faster than an F-16 but be more maneuverable than a Sukhoi-35. Hope the little demonstration with their actual fighters cleared up a few things.

And don't worry, you didn't offend me, that is what the reviews are for.

Stargatewatcher: Lol, too true my friend, and yea, the Na'vi are indigenous to Pandora.

Hierarch: Thanks! No worries, that's just Current Chapter Completion so I can keep people updated. Oh I am going to Sg-1 and beyond. I have some big plans for the Tau'ri, but that will probably be in a sequel. This story is to mainly flesh out the Dalk'om and Goa'uld Empire. Remember I said that the Goa'uld will be more powerful when it comes to the time period of Sg-1

Duked: Oh that was calculated using and exponential type population growth formula. Also remember that when he was starting out he used fertility treatments on his people (Just not to the extent that the Goa'uld did). Remember that you can't base population growth to what you know here on earth. We're one planet and a lot of governments don't have restrictions per-say but you lose certain benefits the more children you have; China just plainly says one child only.

You're talking about a race that has access to thousands of habitable planets, not to mention advanced enough to make massive space stations and Habitats.

Oh, and who says that the Asgard don't know about the Empire, maybe they just don't want to speak to them yet … the Dalk'omians were not troubling anyone (until now) and they weren't even on the Stargate network (remember the emperor banned there use because he didn't want them to be found).

Now that they are at war with Kali, Morrigan, and Amaterasu they will surely be getting greater notice; both from the Goa'uld and the Asgard.

Karogas: Thanks for the review, and yeah, I love that story also.

Aznblackhowling: thanks for the Review, that story in unique and I hope in some way I can make mine just as unique.

The emperor will be gaining new genetic material but he probably won't use it until further down the line. Oh, I do love the idea of the giant supercomputers, and don't worry, you'll still see the Na'vi after their arc is over. The shock of introducing a civilization to the big bad universe can change even the most primitive civilizations, especially one such as the Na'vi, who I believe have a greater learning capacity than ordinary humans.


Anyways thanks guys, don't forget to read and Review. Helpful criticism is always appreciated. Oh yea, this school year is hell therefore I won't be able to update as much. Till next time!