DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate or any of other universes I'm going to crossover with…
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Reviews: Man, does everyone want to see the Covenant get pummeled?
Just a Crazy-Man: Wisky, thanks!
The Hidden Sith: Sorry to say, and I really am, the Tau'ri aren't more powerful than the Covenant. They had Picard to help them, and they caught the Covenant off guard, a one time deal. The Tau'ri will never be able to Repel the Covenant-they might sting the Covenant, but it'll be more of a annoyance in the end.
DR LOVE: Yeah… the Covenant did… Poor Covenant…
Soulless Reader: Oh, don't doubt that the Covenant isn't a Super Powerful Empire-it currently controls four galaxies, and is beginning to spread further out. The Tau'ri (and Picard,) got lucky. They're going to exist for a while, but they're time as a free world is short. Funny enough, Picard was supposed to be killed off when he captured, but I let him live.
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Inspired by StarGate: Galactic Imperium » by VexMaster.
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Please, please, please, please, PLEASE, review! Even if you hate this story and want it burned for heresy, tell me. Give me your opinions, suggestions, criticism, hate mail and fan mail! PLEASE!
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Also read this: Clash of Empires... co-written with VexMaster.
Also read this: Stargate: Galactic Imperium… written by VexMaster
Also read this: Golden Dawn... written by Amann
Also read this: War of Gods and Men... written by Amann
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"The hand of the witnesses shall be first against him to put him to death, and afterward the hand of all the people so you shall purge the evil from your midst.
Deuteronomy 17:7
Holy Bible
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"HAIL PEOPLE OF THE COVENANT!"
The Hierarch spread his hands to his sides, his cape/cloak flapping behind him as he addressed the entire Covenant on Son Day. He also spoke to the billions of newly converted in the Star Trek Galaxy, the Federation, few remaining hundred Vulcans, Romulans and Klingons, and others.
He spoke to the worlds in the tamed Halo and BSG-Galaxy Dimensions. Hundreds of worlds in those dimensions were already colonized, and all were loyal to him. He spoke to the yet-to-be-converted Terminator-Milky Way Galaxy-Dimension, speaking to the Priors and warriors, and the few colonists there.
While the conquest was slow there, thanks to the existence of the Replicators and the sudden (and unexpected) arrival of an Extragalactic race known only as the 'Dishiva' (which did not occur in the prime SG-Universe,) it was assured victory. Already Ba'al, Nirrti, and Kali, three very powerful System Lord's, were dead and the Asgard had begun to collapse, their few worlds falling to Salvation. The handful of Asgard there were scattered to the stellar winds.
He smirked.
His forces were encountering some issues with the Asgard and the Replicators, but he had already sent more ships to deal with them. There were Eighteen Assault Carriers, seven Basestars, twenty eight Ha'tak's, nine Destroyers, and four Battlecruisers, not including four hundred eight two million divine soldiers, combating the forces of Evil in the Terminator-Dimension. The Asgard was more powerful there than they were here. They were using Plasma Beam Weapons by 2003, and had created more powerful ship forms.
Unlike his conquest of the Star Trek Dimension, and soon the Star Wars Dimension, he didn't consider these wars Crusades. He considered them 'skirmishes,' wars that he was finishing off. Once the Initial Dimensions were conquered, he would spread off from them as well.
Hopefully, if things went according to plan, he would have four galaxies under his complete control by the end of the year. The number paled to what he planned to have…
But it was a start.
However, all that mattered was the weekly speech.
"In the few short years that the Covenant has arisen to lead the people into glory and salvation, to ascend upon the path we all dearly desire," he roared, "we have done many great deeds. The heretics that was this United Federation of Planets, that was the Dominion and the Borg, they and more have fallen and accepted the gracious love that only the Father, the Lord, can give.
"Even as I speak, the Second Crusade shall soon begin.
"Already, Priors have been sent to a dimension where the disillusioned use powers gifted by the Lord. Yet they have gone astray on their path and have split between purity and spite. It is the duty of the Covenant to unite purity and spite, love and hate, stagnation and advancement, and bring forth power, power to ascend on the Great Journey! Great fleets of a Crusade Fleet have been marshaled together, and soon, in a year or two's time, we will begin a Second Crusade!"
He was bathed by the cries of the people.
"And said, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven," the Hierarch went on as his image was loved by the Covenant, "Matthew 18:3. We will bring the Chosen and the new born into the Covenant, and teach them error of their ways. Our Covenant will stand the era's that will pass and we will emerge, when the Final Crusade is completed, at the side and feet of the FATHER!
"We will emerge as the dominator power, in the grave of the Lord, under my rule and my guidance; we will ascend to the Path! Those who resist what is meant for them all, for all of us, will suffer damnation! Soon, the beings that follow False Gods, the Ori, will emerge with great ships in which they will dare to challenge us. And what shall be our response?"
Across the Covenant, even amongst the newly converted beings, the response was all the same.
A single word:
"CLEANSING!"
Excellent.
He raised his hands in front of him, and spread them a bit apart. Holograms appeared before him, of a oblique-oval shaped ship. Though no one knew what it was, he knew what it was.
An Ori Mothership.
"This is the face of the enemy we will soon face," he roared, "the ships of those who had clearly embrace evil! It is our destiny to destroy them, and purge life of these heretics, these infidels!"
He made two fists, and raised them high, his eyes flaring as the image vanished in a burst of light.
"THIS, I ASSURE YOU!"
He brought his hands down and covered his armored body with his black cloak. In front of him, the image on the unprovoked, and devastating (as well as insulting) assault on Primo Solis appeared. He felt the disgust and horror (as well as some hope which emanating from a number of citizens of the Star Trek-Milky Way,) as the allied fleet destroyed his small Task Force.
He watched in anger as the sleek and modified design of the Sovereign-class Starship shot down a Destroyer. He had personally 'burned' the surviving Shipmasters from the attack. He could not, and would not, tolerate such insults, and would not tolerate such failure.
"The heretic Picard has aligned himself with the Tau'ri and the Jaffa, and because of this they are now forever tainted by evil. It is our duty as the Covenant, as the people of Salvation, to destroy them. And in due time, we shall purge them, and eliminate them from the face of this world. Yet the Lord has deemed that the time has not come for their elimination, for they will serve the Covenant in ways that the Father is keeping to himself."
He paused and took a deep breath.
"ALL HAIL THE COVENANT!"
With that, he finished.
Stepping off the holographic podium, he returned to his gravity seat, and looked out to open space. He grimaced at the speech he had just given, the worst speech he had ever said. He hadn't felt any the words, felt the emotions that the speech needed, and to him, it sounded flat and uncaring. He felt disgusted with it, but what was done was done.
He sighed.
He had a foreboding feeling…. A feeling he had ever since his 'vision' a week ago, of his Sangheili calling him a 'Pretender.' Was that of the future, or a possibility, or was it his imagination? He was deeply disturbed, being that, only behind the Cavil models, the Sangheili were his most devout followers. He remembered what had happened in the Halo Universe, the most well know dimension. The Sangheili Rebellion had shattered the Covenant.
Here…
It would be more destructive.
He shook his head. He would NOT allow the Sangheili to revolt. If it happened, then his Covenant was over. 'Then again, I can simply take the old mirror, destroy the Inter-Dimensional Drives, and restart the Covenant in another dimension… though that would be difficult. The Covenant is too far spread, and it would be decades, possibly more, to destroy the Covenant, and restart it anew.'
He sighed and looked outside.
A lance of plasma shot out from the Lucifer and smashed on the golden shields of a Ha'tak, decimating the ship as it speared the pyramid. The combined forces of several of Ba'al renegade Underlings (whose names he didn't bother learning,) bombarded his flagship.
"When will these children of snakes learn…?"
The fifty four Ha'tak's were picked off one by one, not realizing that the Hierarch was toying with them. With the near hundred plasma batteries and drone launchers on his Flagship, he could have annihilated these ships in a few seconds. But Reed wanted to enjoy himself this once.
After several long and enjoyable minutes of watching the Ha'tak's hopelessly attack his ship, the Hierarch took over. However, rather than destroy the remaining twenty eight Ha'tak's, he found a better use for them. He had two Cohort's onboard the Lucifer, 10 000 soldiers per Cohort. These were pure Cylon Cohorts as well, the improved Centurions.
He targeted the Ha'tak's and then easily-not even easily, without even trying-and beamed the 20 000 Centurions to each of the Ha'tak's. He smiled and focused on the Second Crusade.
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Wisp-BAM!
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"Uh!"
The First Prime Grazak felt the utmost horror as two of the mechanical beings continued their rampage in the golden hall's of the Ha'tak. The three Jaffa who had been firing at the machines were dead. The machines had lunged, grabbed their heads and squeezed.
Grazak had never thing anything so horrible in his long life.
He and the other Jaffa had been forced to find a more defensible area, a chokehold to the Pelta'c. Several Jaffa crouched behind an overturned table with him in one of the many dining halls as a mechanical warrior entered, its single red eye pulsing back and forth.
"Kree, Jaffa," one of his brothers roared.
In a flash, the being turned his head towards the Jaffa and Grazak could almost swear that the eye had paused for a moment.
'Now,' he thought.
Rising from behind the table, they fired off bursts of golden bolts from the tips of their Staff Weapons. He watched as they all scored immediate hits, energy splashing over the chest of the silver-hued monstrosity. His eyes widened, however, as green splotches appeared whenever the bolts made contact.
"In the name of D-"
Before he finished, armor plating on the shoulder of the Centurion lifted up, and four tubes rose out, and rotated. "Brother Jaffa, fall back," Grazak roared, ashamed of his words though he wasn't ready to die yet, dropping his staff weapon. He turned and, to his shame, ran out of the back entrance.
Four of his brothers followed him.
Not even flinching from the bolts impacting harmlessly on its shields, the Cylon Centurion fired two missiles from its shoulder launcher, and then turned and left the room.
Behind it, plumes of fire emerged, roaring as the entire room was scorched black, and not a single scrap of flesh existed there. Grazak ran through the halls of the Ha'tak, hearing the sounds of cries and shouts and hiss of Staff bolts.
He heard the steady clank-clank of the metal monster's and the booming as they walked in the Godly vessel. He heard explosions and the roar of rapid-firing weapons, and the whines of a sort of energy weapon. '
To the Pel'tac,' he thought, 'we fortify ourselves there and, if our God is there, we can protect him from these horrible beings.'
Things had gone wrong so quickly.
Just four minutes ago, thousands of the humanoid machines of death had appeared all over their ship. No place was safe from the monsters, they were unholy demons that destroyed all that stood in the path. As soon as he entered the Pel'tac, he found thirty other Jaffa there, just starting a barricade. "Kree, Master Grazak," a young Jaffa said, his eyes wide with fear.
"Where is our God?" Grazak demanded.
"Here, my First Prime," their God, a former Underling of the God Ba'al, declared, "Did you think your God dead?"
Grazak bowed. "No, my Lord!"
Behind him, the terrible clank-clank- clank-clank- clank-clank became louder, and on the face of his God, Grazak saw fear became apparent. But Gods did not fear death, did they? "Defend your God," roared, "Barricade the Pel'tac, and fight to the death, my Jaffa!"
"For our God," Grazak roared.
"For our God," came the reply.
The bare Pel'tac offered little to make a barricade, but they managed to create a small 'wall' in front of the entrance. Hiding behind it, the Jaffa leveled their Staff Weapons and waited.
Grazak frowned as heard the heavy booms of the machines footsteps echo ever louder, but did not see them. Where…
All of a sudden one of the machines turned the corner, and raised its arm. A stream of projectiles burst out from its wrist. The bullets smashed on the barricade, and the barricade held for a while. But the explosive shells tore the barricade apart, and killed several Jaffa. Two others were wounded. Grazak coughed and waved away dust, grabbing his Staff.
"DEFEND YOUR GOD!" His God shouted.
"Kree, Jaffa!"
Grazak squinted as he saw the hulking form of the being enter the Pel'tac shrugging off the staff bolts. A Jaffa ran towards the machine, its single red eye pulsing, intending to smash the butt of his weapon on the machines head. However, the machine grabbed the Jaffa's head and twisted.
Then the machine turned towards Grazak, and Grazak fired off an uneven stream of bolts as the machine walked forward. As the machine grabbed the Jaffa's head, Grazak saw a small child grinning in a corner of the Pel'tac.
What was a child doing here?
Suddenly he saw visions…
And felt… a life that could have been greater than now…
Serving a True God…
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His mouth not moving, Grazak heard the child's voice in his head.
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'You could have served the God-Emperor…'