Going Home – A Back Home Mirror universe

by Warringer

Chapter 13

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Chief Galen Tyrol sighed. Part of him wanted to freak out about the aliens they had met, just as well as Cylons that were not really Cylons.

"Something wrong?" Takeshi inquired.

"It's nothing," Tyrol noted and eyed the alien engineers that had more or less fallen into his hangar deck, looking at everything.

There was Takeshi, a honest to the gods bronze colored dragon. He was snooping through everything more so than his other coleagues. He was extremely interested in the Hyperlight drive and Tyrol was willing to bet, actually he had a bet running with Starbuck, that the Shin'bi would be willing to give them several of their technologies for it.

The second was Balen Noral, a Ferron. It was hard not to look down at the maybe four feet tall blue man with the rather impressive red beard. The large polished wrench he carried around was more than enough as a reminder that the small man was very strong and didn't react very kindly to being looked down at. He had used that wrench to crack Hot Dogs kneecap after he had made a joke about the Ferrons size.

The last wad Na'tal, one of the Dilgar. He looked just like most Colonials. The Dilgar had gone through something similar to the Colonials and Tyrol knew how the Dilgar had to feel.

"Okay," Tyrol said and stopped at a workbench where a partly dissembled machine was spread out." This is a Hyperlight generator. Its from one of our Raptors that is currently in maintenance."

"Its small..." Noral noted and actually had to pull himself up on the workbench to get a good look." Is that really an FTL drive?"

"A decently designed slipstream drive can be put into a fighter," Takeshi said and moved around the workbench to get a closer look.

"Or Warp Drive is as large as this entire pod," Noral said and waved his hand around to cover the entire hangar deck," At minimum."

Tyrol nodded.

"Its only a small drive," he said." Galacticas Hyperlight Generator is as large as this part of the hangar."

"Could you, theoretically, use this drive for a large ship?"

Tyrol shook his head.

"No," he said." As far as I know you need to have the exactly right FTL spool for the drive or it won't work. You can't use a larger or a smaller one, through there are tolerances of a few percent."

He picked up a small cylinder from the workbench. It was maybe a foot in length and six inch in diameter.

"This is the spool for the Raptor," he said," Other spools for larger ships vary in size and actual shape."

"What's it made of?" Na'tal asked." Anything... exotic?"

Tyrol shrugged his shoulder and handed the spool to Takeshi.

"Its build up around a Tylium crystal. The Crystals are a very rare and very stable form of Tylium. Its embedded into a shell of a special plastic, through I know that the Saggitarions are using wood as shell for the crystal."

The eyes of the three engineers turned to him.

"Wood?"

"It needs to be an organic material. I don't know exactly why, through."

Takeshi handed the spool to Noral.

"The plastic is covered by geometric lines that are lined with layers of pure lead, pure tin, pure carbon and smaller Tylium crystals where the lines cross. Its again embedded into a lead shell and surrounded by a supraconducting coil."

Noral raised an eyebrow and than handed the spool to Na'tal.

"Interesting design," he noted." Is it in a fixed assembly?"

Tyrol shook his head.

"No, its hinged into a gyroscope as the rotor. The spin axis of the spool is directed into the vector of the jump, while the direction of the spin indicated the direction of the jump. The distance is made up of the momentanum of the spinning spool, the strength of the electromagnetic field of the coil and the amount of Tylium fuel pumped into the spool chamber to ignite on the jump."

Again the three engineers looked at him, through Na'tal carefully placed the spool on the workbench.

"You need fuel? And pump in into the spool chamber?"

Tyrol nodded and shrugged.

"Yes," he said." As far as I know the fuel disappears or something. All that remains after a jump is a a slimy gunk that begins to gathers in the entire chamber."

He pointed to a bucket that contained a gray slimy goo.

"It's not dangerous, but annoying. You need to clean up the Hyperlight drive regularly and replace ball bearings and other moving parts. The gunk gets everywhere and clogs the moving parts."

Tyrol grinned a little.

"Always good to punish your subordinates with. That gunk is hard to clean out of clothes."

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Kevyn Andreyasn eyed the assembly in front of him. The first prototype of the Teraport system.

He smirked a little. It had been a very challenging work to create a technomagical device that acted as a portkey or aparating device. It was a little crude, but the first test had been successful. It hadn't been far, only from one lab to another, but it had been successful nonetheless.

Now he looked at the opened device, it was about the size of a fridge and actually had been build into a fridge for the lack of a better container. He frowned a little as the unidentified gray goo that now leaked out of the converted fridge. So that was what remained of the potion he had asked Snape to brew together.

He rolled his eyes as he thought of Snape. Fucking bastard, he thought to himself, glad that they had worked out the kinks of the potion and that someone else could now brew it in larger amounts.

He chuckled a little at the thought of Doctor Markus, who was currently busy to try and adapt modern chemical engineering technologies to brew potions. Maybe he should ask him to find a way to create the teraport potion in larger amounts.

Kevyn eyed the open converted fridge again.

The gyroscope around the core seemed to be okay, through it was also covered in the gray goo. The motors that spun the core might need some work, but nothing that couldn't be corrected.

Than he frowned, noting a black spot in the coil surrounding the outer lead shell. It seemed that the copper wire had burned through. He might as well remove it and take a closer look at the core itself. Especially the wooden shell with the metal lined runes engraved in it, as well as the inner crystal core made up of CV Embinium.

He sighed and shook his head. It looked like he had to redesign the magnetic coil.

Oh well... Back to the drawing board.

Through the goo might be useful to get back at the Weasley twins...

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Aleksandr stood on a small hill in the large inner Park Area of Babylon 4 and looked down from it to his Marines, training with each other in the small area Jack had given over to them. As long as they were not going to destroy to much, Jack had little problems with them using scrap for target practice to get used to the plasma guns they had found in the armory of the Maru.

A part of him marveled at the fact that these plasma guns didn't blow up after some time or heated up.

He turned his head slightly to look over to the spectators they were drawing and he grinned as he thought how they had to look to them. A large number of the spectators happened to be Dilgar, through there were a few Ferrons, Shin'bi and humans among them as well.

Than he breathed in deep as he looked back towards his Marines, once again trying to find the reason why the Warp had deposited them here, far in the past, long before the Dark Age of Technology. And once again he could only come to a single answer.

The Emperor had chosen them, a small group of Space Marines of the Space Wolf Thirteenth Company, to go to the past and protect Him in the troublesome past.

It was a great honor, but at the same time they were only six Space Wolfs. While they were now acting as the bodyguards for the Young Emperor, their numbers were to low to serve him beyond being bodyguards.

Aleksandr needed to make a decision.

He breathed in deep and that whistled loudly, followed by a loud call for one his his Marines.

"Gunnar!" he called out, his voice able to be heard over the sound of the plasma guns and causing several of the spectators to flinch.

One of the Marines turned and looked at him before nodding.

The Marine in question used to be a Drill Sergeant of the US Marines in his previous life before he ended up in the 'gentle' hands of the previous owner of the Maru and ended up as her werewolf pet after being bitten by Alexander, now Aleksandr. Incidentally he used to train Space Marines in his memories, through his subconsciousness still rewrote it.

Gunnar put away his plasma gun and walked over to Aleks.

"Yes?"

Aleks eyed the Marines standing in front of him, remembering seeing Gunnar train recruits before they were ready to become Marines, through his own mind was just making up these memories.

"We need more brothers," Aleks noted and eyed the spectators for a moment." I have decided that we are going to train more Marines."

Gunnar grinned a little.

"I would like to train Marines again," he said." But are we going to find recruits that are worthy to become Space Wolfs?"

"I am pretty sure we will," Aleks said." I have found more than one of those who were worthy on Fenris. I will find more here."

Gunnar nodded.

"But there are not many humans here," he noted.

Aleks chuckled and than laughed a little louder.

"I have seen a few of the Dilgar who seem to be worthy," he said to Gunnar." I think we will have to find out if they can be turned into Space Marines. If not, they will make good Stormtroopers after going through your training."

Gunnar frowned a little but nodded. To their changed minds the process to create a Space Marine, or rather a Space Wolf, was different to that described by Games Workshop. Having been werewolfs until their change into Space Marines thanks to magic, their werewolf curses had been changed, much like themselves. To them a Space Wolf had to bite a recruit to turn him into a Blood Claw.

"Thought I think we might be surprised by the Dilgar."

--

Barin Makar, the commander of the Pride of Ferrol, looked at the holographic display in front of him and sighed. They had had three years time to design and develop new vessels, new warships that were meant to be used once the colony was build up.

The scientists aboard had needed some time to pull themselves together, but in the end they had ended up with several new technologies developed during the times they had needed to come here. Some had included a new Sub-light drive that was essentially an advanced gravitic engine that implemented a few systems from the Warp Drive. Theoretically the new drive could accelerate to lighspeed in less than three hours.

Another was the use of a Warp field as effective shielding. The Warp field would manipulate gravity and bend away energy beams from the hull.

However, due to the limited amount of trained crews, these ships needed to be highly automated. The Battlecruiser, a massive 300 million ton ship that was nearly two and a half kilometers long, had only a crew of 50, the rest being controlled by robotic drones to take care of just about everything, controlled by an advanced AI. Artemis had already created a few descendants of hers that would run these ships.

Makar sighed. He wished that they had been able to build at least one or two of these ships, but even the systems of the Pride of Ferrol were not able to build these ships in one go, like the Frigates and Corvettes they had build.

While the Warp field allowed to undock ships from the construction slip, it was impossible to combine the modules of the larger designs needed to build these massive ships. Not to mention the rather limited amounts of materials they had available.

But now these designs might be outdated, through he knew that they were able to be redesigned to implement new technologies. These ships had more than enough space after all, everywhere where they carried massive amounts of armor at the moment.

The Dilgar had already given away many of their technologies to them and the Shin'bi. Shields, a slipstream drive and an array of weapons where the technologies that were of the most interest.

The Shin'bi where a little less willing to give away their technologies, but after handing them the plans of Ferron gravitics and reactors, Dilgar shields and Slipstream as well as the Colonial hyperlight drive, they had given their stealth technologies to the others. It turned out that they had very effective stealth technologies, designed to make a ship all but invisible to most races out in the galaxy. The only problem was that none of these technologies could hide the heat signature of the ships that grew by 25 percent one activated. So if someone used heat sensors the Shin'bi stealth was useless.

Than there where the Colonials. The only technology that was really of interest was their Hyperlight drive. Any drive that could be used for tactical short range jumps was worth its wight in Howalgonium, through the Shin'bi knew it as CV Embinium, the Colonials as Tylium and Jack of Babylon 4 as Quantum 40.

The last was Babylon 4 and Jack. There was not much technology he could hand out, but the Interceptor and E-Web technologies, as well as their Jump Drive was very interesting and very useful to defend against the Doranian fighters.

Makar looked at his display again.

His people would redesign the ships they had and needed to rebuild those frigates and corvettes they had. On the other hand, it freed up the construction slips for other things.

Like building a ship yard or two additionally to the prefabricated mobile shipyard the Pride was hiding in her large hull. They only needed to take the parts and build it up, while the slips build another shipyard or two.

He scratches his chin. Maybe they should help the Shin'bi to modify their own shipyard as well? It would defiantly build up trust.

--

There were several Jacks standing in the CIC of Babylon 4, working on the numerous stations. Most of them where rather normal, but the one that had taken command was different.

For once the Jack had a black skin color, through he didn't look out of place with it. The other differences were his black on white suit, the black sunglasses and the massive afro haircut.

Suddenly there where numerous new contacts of the sensors, having appeared in the same way as the Colonial fleet and the small one man fighter earlier.

The black Jack with the afro crossed his arms.

"The pool is closed," he proclaimed, speaking of the betting pool that had jumped up between the various Jacks and Artemis. "Due to Cylons!"

Than he grinned as red alarm lights flashed out through Babylon 4 and the weapons of the massive station began to seek their targets.