Here's the next chapter for you all, questions will be answered and others will be asked. Note: I only own what characters i create, the names and places i invent and the ships and vehicles i seem to be designing in droves for this single story.
I would like to thank AlexanderD for all his help and i strongly recomend reading his story New Dawn. I hope he likes the character named after him Admiral Alec Xander.
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AlexanderD: You know i racked my brains trying to think of a good way to help the Jaffa and i can't just give the Jaffa an economy so i had to think of something good. Speaking of building chapters i know this is one you have been looking forward to so i hope you enjoy it.
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The threat of the Zarinites was not something the Tau'ri was taking lightly. To that end they were preparing for what could prove to be a dangerous conflict against a very powerful enemy. True the Tau'ri had some considerably advanced technology at their disposal that made them a force to be reckoned with but the enemy they would be looking at had been preparing to conquer the entire galaxy for a very long time now. But the Zarinites had no clue as to the capabilities of their enemies and unfortunately the Tau'ri and Averians found themselves in the same boat. So now the Averians, Wraith and the Tau'ri were both scouring the galaxy in an attempt to find their mysterious foe. The Tau'ri had even gone as far as to include the Travellers in the search and that was one conversation that had been an administrative headache for Woolsey.
The Travellers lived on their ships. They were homes to hundreds of people, designed to withstand many years of hard ship and be capable of sustaining the men, women and children that crewed them. Sending a ship into a hostile situation meant putting the lives of innocents at risk. Children who had barely known existence for more than a few years could have their lives snuffed out in an instant if just one of the systems on the ancient vessels gave out. But now for the first time in many years the Traveller fleet was being repaired and restored to its former glory. New ships were even being constructed courtesy of the advanced shipyards of the Tau'ri and now the issue of overcrowding was not something the Travellers found themselves having to worry about. As the vessels were repaired or even constructed they would be sent out to search the galaxy. Restored to full working order the vessels were much more capable of surviving long enough to escape should they encounter a threat.
Time passed and progress was made. Preparations for the upcoming conflict were continuing but lives still continued as if this state of war never existed. Research into new technologies to better people's lives, through easing their burdens or protecting their lives, continued and in the search of the database on Atlantis a discovery was made like no other. A stargate address that consisted of nine symbols and one that was hoped would hopefully unlock the mystery of the ninth and previously unused chevron. After extensive research it was determined that dialling the address would require considerable power, far in advance of what they could generate at any given time even with their current level of technology. To solve this problem a special team was gathered together to work on solving the issue and a base was established on a planet that had been discovered to possess a solid naquadria core. The project and the planet were codenamed Icarus. Headed up by Doctor Nicholas Rush the science team were able to reconfigure the gate power interface system to draw power directly from the planets core but were unable to finalise their research when they found themselves baffled by a mathematical proof that was required to complete the dialling sequence. It wasn't until young Eli Wallace came along that the final piece of the puzzle was solved along with the issue of the gate address being incorrect.
But their success was not to last however as somehow the Lucian Alliance had been able to discover the location of the base and promptly attacked the planet. The opening salvo's resulted in a chain reaction that would eventually lead to the planets destruction forcing Colonel Samantha Carter to order her ship the George Hammond to remain in orbit in order to beam out the people manning the base. In an ironic twist of fate the mighty battlecruiser was unable to utilise its powerful weaponry against the Lucians as the only way to beam out all of the base personnel while maintaining her shields was to divert all available power to the sensor and beaming systems while a micro-fissure was created in the ships shields to allow for the beam signal to slip through. As it turned out this course of action proved to be the right one as moments after the last of the personnel on the surface were beamed away the planets core became unstable, resulting in the destruction of both the planet and the attacking Lucian forces. The personnel trapped within the base that had been forced to evacuate through the stargate an entirely different and unexpected fate was realised. The ninth chevron, Earths very own point of origin, had locked into place and the motley band of civilians and military personnel were sent hurtling billions of light years to a ship called Destiny.
This ship had been sent out on a mission and at first it was believed that it was to follow the seed ships that preceded it and gather information about the planets around the universe. But the unlikely crew of the ship found themselves lacking in both supplies and hope from the very beginning. Their current location was unknown and Earth was unable to send assistance with the Icarus planet lost. It was up to the crew to survive on their own with only the communication stones as a means of support. At times the stones would prove to be invaluable in so many ways, but in others would be a test of their will power as people were forced to look at their loved ones and instead see the face of someone else. It took time but eventually the crew was able to pull together, fight the challenges that awaited them in this strange corner of the universe and even defend the ship against hostile forces.
It wasn't until the calendar year had changed that the Lucians reared their heads again and displayed a surprising amount of knowledge about the ninth chevron and what it led to. They would eventually find a way to reach the ship and attempted to take it for themselves, only to be thwarted by the efforts of those that had come to call the ship home. The Lucian leadership was eventually defeated and the remainder of the forces calmly surrendered, knowing the fight was pointless because they did not really want to be here either. Over time the two groups would come together to form a new crew and would work together to face the challenges that waited in the dark.
In the struggle to survive sacrifices were made, lives were lost and good friends laid to rest. But friendships were forged and love was found in even the unlikeliest of places. It seemed that in some cases the Lucians and the Tau'ri were very similar.
Eventually they would discover the keys that would allow them access to the ships bridge and with it the keys to controlling the ship itself. This discovery brought much joy to the crew as it allowed them greater control over their own future. Using this control they would discover the true purpose of the ships mission, to investigate an inexplicable pattern found in the background noise of the universe. They could even direct the ship to new locations off of the course pre-programmed into the ship and in doing so would discover a new enemy that would change their future completely.
The berserker drones, as they were dubbed, would seek out technology and would endeavour to utterly annihilate it. The control ships that controlled the drones would mercilessly hunt down their targets and reduce great civilisations to rubble. Eventually they would target Destiny and in doing so would adopt a whole new strategy to combat their enemy. The enemy they faced would learn about their target and adapt to fight them, when heavy force was determined to not be the key subtle cunning was used. Destiny had been designed to keep going for millions and perhaps even billions of years, far longer than any other ship was capable of lasting for on a regular power supply, but Destiny was not powered by simple fuel. She drew power from the very stars themselves, usually red giants, and it was from this fact that the drones centred their strategy around. They would starve the ship from her source of energy and when she was weakest she would pounce. She was of course weakest when the ship needed to recharge her batteries and to do so would require her to dive into the stars corona and collect star matter. Blockades were discovered to have been placed at each of the stars she could safely draw power and so a plan was enacted to get out of dodge. In a risky move that nearly destroyed the ship they collected power from a blue giant before preparing to go into stasis for the next three years while the Destiny traversed the distance to take them into the next galaxy. When it was discovered that one of the pods would need repairing Eli Wallace bravely stepped forward and volunteered to try to repair the pod within two weeks, at which point the ship would lack the power to travel the distance, he didn't fail.
Now they all rest safely while the ship that they call home ferries them to the next galaxy and a whole new collection of wonders.
It was now early the year 2011 and the crew of Destiny would soon be entering their three year slumber. It was interesting to note however that the ramifications of their mission had managed to spill back to Earth even if they hadn't made it back.
The Lucians had been even more aggressive towards Earth and had even managed to place spies within their ranks. David Telford was one such example and it was hoped that he would be the last given that he had been subject to brainwashing. But they had exposed a weakness in Earths defences that had allowed them to slip to Earth and make contact with him. A planetary shield had been emplaced around the planet but Telford had managed to slip them a time for when the shield was down for maintenance during the initial installation phases. Using this information they had slipped past the defensive screen under cloak and planted a cloaked Tel'tak on the planets surface. Using its rings they were able to make it past the planetary shield and meet with Telford in secret. When he was discovered though this back door was quickly sealed and Earth was safe once again.
Unfortunately Earth once again had reason to fear when by a fluke chance a Tel'tak was able to exit hyperspace within the atmosphere and ended up colliding with Homeworld Command. The cargo ship had been in the possession of the Lucian Alliance and was carrying a naquadria bomb. Her target had actually been Homeworld Command but her failure to reduce her descent speeds after exiting hyperspace had resulted in her hitting the building instead. The bomb had been successfully defused but lives had been lost as a result.
It was believed that there would not be a repeat of the incident. The fact that the cargo ship had been able to make it past the shield and into the atmosphere at all from a distance was nothing short of miraculous. In system a powerful net of sensors had been established that easily were capable of penetrating the weak cloaking system that the Goa'uld had developed. With this in place even the Jaffa would be unable to sneak in close enough to perform a safe hyperspace jump past the shields that wouldn't result in missing the planet completely. Of course research was being done to find a way to prevent hyperspace windows from forming within the planets atmosphere and it was hoped that with the help of the Asgard they would find a way.
But this aggressiveness would not be tolerated by the Tau'ri and they began to take measures to deal with their enemy. The first step was to find out where they had gotten the Naquadria for that bomb. There was only one planet in the universe that they knew of that had that element mined and refined and it was the homeworld of one of their allies. Intelligence sources informed them that the Lucians had made contact with the Langarans and were attempting to form an alliance. It was believed that they wanted to use the planets stargate and the link it possessed to the naquadria core to dial Destiny.
In a bold move to establish a supply line the crew of Destiny had hatched a plan to use the communication stones to take control of the planets stargate and dial the ship using a dialling program McKay had developed to prevent the destruction of the planet. Their plan was discovered though and during what appeared to be a successful dialling the attempt was aborted after it was discovered that the Langarans had refused to ally with the alliance if it compromised their relationship with Earth. It was hoped that their relationship with the Langarans was still salvageable and while negotiations continued Earth would still commission them to produce the Night Fury class hulls. By the time that the crew entered stasis a deal had been struck to solidify the use of the stargate as a supply line when Destiny reached the next galaxy and in exchange they would include the planet in the protected planets treaty assuring their protection and the hand of friendship from the Asgard.
"They have made a lot of progress," said Morgan.
"Yes they have," agreed Janus. "I must admit I'm impressed with the ingenuity that they have showed. Even the Vanir have benefited from associating with the Tau'ri."
"You sound surprised," commented Oma.
"Maybe a little, but really who would have thought our allies of old would be inspired by the Tau'ri," said Janus.
"Someday though they will have to reveal the truth to their world," said Morgan with a frown. "It will be a difficult time for them and their enemy has not shown themselves for over two years now."
"They will have their allies beside them though," pointed out Oma. "The friendships they have forged will see them through the difficult times to come."
"I hope you're right," said Janus.
"Hope is what guides us forwards," said Oma. "Without it we would never dare to risk and we could never benefit from our risks."
"Yes, well," said Janus. "I hope I don't miss the Tau'ri dealing out some righteous fury on the idiots who tried to bomb their homeworld."
"Relax Janus," said Morgan. "We have plenty of time to get there still."
"Yes well we've watched your show, now it's time for mine."
"So same as usual then," Morgan countered.
Oma rolled her eyes. Some things would never change.
The show the three ascended had been watching was the joint Tau'ri and Asgard visit to the Ori galaxy to extend the hand of friendship and to try to lay the foundations for an alliance. It was certainly an impressive sight, seeing the symbol of Asgard might that was the O'Neill-class emerge from the supergate followed by the equally impressive Pegasus-class of the Tau'ri. The design plans for said supergate were actually something the Tau'ri wanted to acquire from the former Ori followers, or at the very least they wanted to try and acquire one for the Pegasus galaxy to allow for rapid redeployment of their forces.
Emerging from the event horizon the two ships found themselves facing down a fleet of six motherships, all of which had their shields raised against them. After a brief talk with the ships where their benign intentions were heavily re-assured they were given permission to have the Tau'ri representative Richard Woolsey and the Asgard representative Freyr meet with Tomin, the current military and, by default, general administrative ruler of the peoples of this galaxy.
What was not apparent, but was nevertheless a fact, was that the Tau'ri had brought more than one ship with them should something unexpected happen. The appearance of a rogue prior demanding all to bow down in worship of the invincible and immortal Ori was not a possibility that was being discarded. Forgetting for the moment the sizeable number of shuttle craft and F-302's sitting in her hanger pods, since against the armour style shielding of an Ori mothership these counted for very little, the Tau'ri had also brought four additional vessels with them. These were the escorts for the Pegasus-class that came in the form of D-307's, otherwise known as the Night Fury-class. Working in packs these vessels were fast, agile, and more than capable of gutting an Ori mothership with a single volley from their plasma beams alone.
Negotiations were long and slow. After all the two parties did have to inform the other on recent and important developments in several galaxies first and this could take some time. It had been three years since they had parted ways to allow for both sides to recover from the changes that the truth of the ark had set in motion. It was for this reason that the three ascended had decided to move on to the next scheduled show and come back later. In most cases they had enjoyed front row seats to the important developments.
Two years is a long time. Arguably this is purely dependent on your perspective since there are many species in the universe that enjoy such a long life span those two years are relatively no time at all. But to a species that is preparing for what could be a hard fought against an enemy that has been shown to field a force of several hundred warships those two years are invaluable. Over those two years Argus shipyards had been operating at maximum capacity to produce a fleet of ships to handle the threat the Zarinites represented. With the resources now available from the multiple mining sites utilising highly advanced mining technology a massive influx of ships was made possible. Of course with such a large fleet being mounted the question of who would crew them became an issue, a question which had been answered when they first realised what their new shipyard would be capable of.
The US government had long ago recognised the need for secrecy of their personnel's identities, especially if said personnel were involved in operations that were not supposed to be happening. The fact that the SGC program was known publically as being deep space radar telemetry was just an example of this. Homeworld Command was already slated as another one of these secret programs under USOCOM, under the official books Homeworld Command was just a another unit that was manned entirely by people that did not exist. If you had a high enough security clearance however then those fake names were replaced with those of real people who everyday risked their lives to protect the planet. In an expansion of that role twenty thousand people were secretly transferred from all across the US military arms to this secret unit. To cover up such a move an expansion of the armed forces was recognised by the Senate, and fictitious men and women were suddenly proud members of the armed forces. Twenty thousand is such a small number when it is spread out across the entirety of the US military, so the sudden change in numbers was hardly even acknowledged. Similar methods were also being utilised by the other IOA nations which meant a hundred thousand personnel were suddenly available for use in the new fleet and as ground troops. For years they had been training, both at Argus in the shipyards, helping to build the ships they would be crewing, and at the off world training site utilised by the SGC.
But of course soldiers do require paying and while it would be a simple matter to just sell the materials being mined off world it was felt a more eloquent solution was needed to help maintain the economy. After all a flood of precious metals suddenly entering the market at a cheap price would only harm businesses that lacked the advanced mining methods that were part of the Asgard legacy. It was eventually realised that they already had a solution in place and that they only needed to exploit it. For years scientists had been disassembling and taking time to understand the alien technology that they had encountered, and had been producing home grown versions that would eventually be available for public use. Slowly, new technology had been patented but the main areas of research had always been directed in the areas of defence. It was only in more recent years that technology for more general use had been dissected, partly in thanks to the Asgard core and its wealth of information. New patents being released in all areas of industry were subjected to changes in patent law allowing for a longer life and a much more profitable royalties percentage. All of this money was then channelled into a fund that would be dedicated entirely to the planetary defence forces, allowing for them to pay the salary of their personnel as well as the costs of the provisions for their ships, which once again meant a boost for the economy.
These new personnel and provisions were needed, half of the men and women recruited would be sent to work in the fleet. At one time it may have seemed like this was a large number of people for the fleet but then again it had become a very large fleet over the past two years. The fleet had been built in small battle groups, of which there were two kinds. The first were the response groups that consisted of a single 306 and four 307's. The second were generalised combat groups that consisted of one 304 and two 305's. Twenty four response groups and forty two combat groups had been produced in the last two years along with the ships to place the currently built 304's and lone 305 in command of their own combat groups while the Milky Way and Pegasus 306 flagships would be lone rangers with command authority over any other group in their respective galaxies. Including the operational ships and the newly built ones the Tau'ri fleet was now composed of 48 304's, 96 305's, 26 306's and 96 307's. It was a mighty fleet made even fiercer when you consider the advanced technology that was a part of every ship in the fleet, and the Lucians would be made aware that they had awoken a sleeping lion. Now the lion was awake, it was angry and it was about to strike.
The Alliance attack on Earth had not gone as unreciprocated as their enemy had believed. While it was true that the Tau'ri had not attacked the Alliance in response beyond their usual attempts to destroy kessa shipments that did not mean they did not intend to. It was because of the Tau'ri belief that run into a situation blind will only get you killed that they had not struck back, instead they had slowly been gathering intelligence to determine the Lucian Alliance strongholds and targets of importance. For months now 306's had been scouring known Lucian space, using their advanced sensors and impressive scanning range in an attempt to pinpoint where Alliance assets lay. Multiple worlds had been discovered including Lucia itself, and all of them possessed a fleet of some sort defending them and in some cases ground forces.
One such world was a supply depot of sorts. The question was what was there? Most Alliance worlds had warehouses for the kessa that they farmed since it would need to stored somewhere out of the rain until it could be shipped to wherever it was being sold. This world however did not possess any farms at all, and there were four Ha'tak class vessels in orbit standing guard over the planet. Nevertheless the Tau'ri still planned to attack this world, along with dozens of others, and deal a crippling blow to the Alliance.
In orbit of the planet sat the four Ha'tak, each one heavily armed with numerous staff cannons of different calibres. These ships had come into the possession of the Lucian Alliance through a combination of bribery, blackmail, theft and in a rare case honest purchase. The crews of these ships had no idea of just how much danger their line of work was putting them in.
Right in front of them a hunter pack of four 307's dropped cloaks, raised shields and powered weapons and swooped in to close quarters combat. Further back a combat group emerged from hyperspace ready to clean up what the initial attack wave left behind. Bearing down on the enemy like a pack of wolves the 307's opened fire with their plasma beams, against which the hastily raised shields of the Ha'tak were unable to hold. Swooping around for another pass the wolves continued to claw at their way, ion bolts and railgun rounds smashed weapon turrets while plasma beams pierced the hull armour to destroy critical systems. Before the crews of the Ha'tak could react to the devastation wrought upon them the combat group had already descended upon them and began beaming away the crew of the vessels into the secure and empty hangers of the 305's. The Tau'ri were realists, they knew how many of those in the Lucian Alliance were forced into servitude and it was hoped that they might still be saved. But that was a task for later and for the time being there was still work to be done.
While all this was happening in orbit a battle was also being waged on the ground. Led by Colonel Reynolds a force of SG-teams and marines had arrived through the stargate intent on making their way to the enemy supply depot and neutralising the enemy. The enemy however seemed to have plans to the contrary and were intent on seeing them carried out.
The Tau'ri soldiers were clad in tempest battle armour. This new armour had been designed utilising a combination of the designs for the Vanir exoskeletons, trinium armour plating, the polymer vest inserts that had been standard for SG teams and the silk nanotube fabric that had been acquired from the Jaffa. The base layer consisted of the fabric in laid with polymer plating, and placed on top of this was the trinium armour plating. The armour also included a helmet with a HUD and an atmospheric seal allowing the wearer to survive in most hostile environments. The end result was a suit of armour in midnight black, before camouflage paint was applied, that General O'Neill suspiciously suspected looked like something worn by the Spartans in Halo. Then he remembered just who he had tasked with designing the armour and realised that this had probably been inevitable given the requirements he had listed for the design.
Clad in their new armour and approaching the collection of warehouses they found themselves subjected to enemy fire. Lucians had been manned barricades along the perimeter of the depot and had opened up on the approaching soldiers with a combination of automatic rifles and staff cannon emplacements. Finding cover behind a cluster of rocks in the middle of the valley the Tau'ri soldiers were pinned down and under heavy fire. Even still they stuck to their training and took what shots they could get, even tossing the occasional grenade at the Alliance forces in an attempt to claim what kills they could.
The situation was very quickly going to hell though and Reynolds couldn't help but be reminded of the conflict on P3X-666. It certainly didn't help that a number of gliders were flying overhead and taking pot shots at them as they flew past. Judging by the amount of firepower to hand it seemed like this supply depot was stocking weaponry in large quantities.
Deciding to call in the cavalry Reynolds activated the subspace communicator in his helmet.
"Achilles, this is Colonel Reynolds requesting aerial support. I repeat this is Colonel Reynolds requesting aerial support, please acknowledge."
"Reynolds this is Mitchell." Colonel Mitchell was the one leading the orbital assault half of the attack on the planet. "We got problems of our own up here. It seems like the Lucians had more cards to play than we initially thought. We can handle it but we have our hands full right now and any birds we launch aren't going to make it to the planet without some serious luck."
"Colonel we are pinned down and under fire from enemy aircraft. We need something now," Reynolds very nearly yelled while firing off a burst of fire at the enemy.
"Hang on I may have an option for you." There was a brief pause. "Ok we're beaming down Titan support for you but that's all your getting for now."
Titan? Reynolds wondered. He had heard rumours about projects underway by their extra galactic allies but he had no idea what to expect, and right now he didn't have time to try to remember what he had heard. His troops were in danger and he needed to keep them safe.
"All units open fire on my mark, three second burst then take cover," he said into his comm. "Mark!"
As one the soldiers rose from behind cover and let loose with their weapons on auto. Those with under slung grenade launchers used them while those without sprayed the enemy with ballistic rounds. The Lucians dived for cover, most making it and some only coming away wounded but a few were riddled with holes and fell to the ground in a bloody heap. The tactic had only stalled the inevitable though and they were very quickly about to find themselves subjected to the enemies countermove.
A deep hum, that only grew louder as the seconds passed, filled the battlefield in a chilling overtone. Reynolds knew that sound, oh how he knew it, because it was the sound of an Al'kesh flying low which could only mean one thing. A bombing run was imminent and in their position they would be slaughtered from just a single hit. Seeing the bomber approaching over the depot Reynolds started yelling into the battle net, telling his soldiers to get out of dodge. As the bomber was almost overhead he was screaming for them to move but they were pinned down and under heavy fire. Time seemed to slow as it got closer and he could feel the blood pounding in his ears, his chest painfully tight as he was nearly deafened by his own heart beat.
"MOVE!" he tried to scream but the sight he saw caused the words to die in his throat.
Just as the bomber was almost overhead and the first plasma round was about to be let loose beams of green energy struck the craft. Turning his head to the right he saw more beams coming from beyond the hill surrounding the valley. Looking back at the Al'kesh he saw the barrage of energy beams shatter the bombers shields and tear into the hull. The impact of the beams was strong enough to knock the bomber off course and it swerved away before its engines failed as explosions rippled with each hit on its hull and it started to lose altitude.
Knowing what was going to happen next Reynolds yelled for his men to take cover and as the bomber finally dropped to the ground after drifting for less than a kilometre the damaged craft exploded. The naquadah reactor on the craft, already on the verge of overloading, had detonated when she impacted and the shockwave from the explosion was felt by all.
The Lucians were stunned and actually stopped firing long enough to look towards the hillock where the shots had come from, and what they saw terrified them. Striding forwards onto the hilltop were five black behemoths. Standing ten foot tall and humanoid in shape these fearsome constructs were like nothing the Lucian forces had ever seen, but to the Tau'ri these figures were recognisable as Iron Monger suits from the film Iron Man. Realizing that the Lucians were afraid Reynolds took the initiative and started chanting for all to hear. Titan, titan, titan. The chant was quickly picked up and the words grew louder as more voices were added.
Gliders swooped down from above intent on dealing death on the monsters that had attacked their airborne kin. Opening up with their staff cannons they peppered the monsters with plasma rounds, only for those rounds to impact against orange shields which simply shrugged off the blasts. The return fire from the Vanir Titan's came in the form of twin energy beams from emitters mounted on each shoulder. One by one each Titan targeted an individual glider and brought it down, causing the Tau'ri to cheer. When the last glider had been eliminated the Titans turned their attention to the barricade lines that had hastily turned their weapons to face this new and deadly threat.
Wasting no time and displaying a surprising amount of agility for their apparent weight the five Titans jumped forwards, thrusters in their feet fighting against gravity as they soared forwards to land with a ground shaking thud in front of the barricades. The five metallic hulks surged forwards jumping over the barricades or simply smashing through them, it made no difference to their Vanir operators.
As the Titans carved their way into the enemy lines, opening up on them with triple wrist mounted plasma repeaters or simply tossing the enemy aside, the Tau'ri watched the carnage being unleashed in a sense of awe.
Colonel Reynolds rose to his feet, having no need to fear for his safety now that the Lucians were so distracted by the death dealers in their midst. He looked at his soldiers and was immensely pleased to note they were all still alive. Some had been wounded and were being tended to by the medics but they would live, their tempest armour had saved them from wounds that would have normally killed them. Gripping his M4 his expression turned stern as he looked towards the barricade line, they had started this battle and he would see it finished.
"Ok people," he yelled into the battle net and he marched towards the hot zone. "It's time to finish this fight."
This world would soon be theirs and soon enough they would descend upon Lucia itself. Before this day was out the Lucian Alliance would know fear. The Tau'ri were coming for them, and they were not alone.
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