This is a crossover between StarGate SG-1, StarWars, StarTrek, StarCraft, Warhammer 40K, Farscape and other sci-fi series. I don't own anything from the sci-fi series I write about. I am just writing it for fun.

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swimmerdude220: Yes, Happy Pill... activated when some is about to die, then even if get revived, they would believe that they nearly went to heaven... I'll expain it in the next chapter...

empireatwar1: Just after the events in Continuum, which is in November therefore the GEK's interest in handing Ba'al over in November, then a chapter to wrap that up... then we launch!!!!

FULLMETAL: Of course, but what Daniel did not expect was that GEK had such a 'positive' influence... As for the weapons of Imp Jaffa, the new weapons will replace the old... more innovations, as you recommended. As for the militia, this is one of the reasons GEK asked for military officers.

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Chapter 36

Placing my nanite armor on the hastily created mannequin, I took a long shower and put on a silk gown. I ordered the Asgard core to create a large mirror to see myself in it. I was a perfect specimen of man. Reaching 2m in height, my body was filled with super-dense muscles. My tendons were as strong as stainless steel but as flexible as a rubber-band. My skin was flawless and my eyes could see as if I was looking through a binocular or a microscope, depending on what I focus on. My fingers were long and supple but also strong enough to break a man's skull. The best part was that my manhood was deliberately… supreme… in many ways. The initial lack of sexual urges had worried me as it could have been a mistake in cloning or genetic manupilation, but it appeared that like hunger, my mind had to catch up with my body.

With a knock, the two women entered. They were both beautiful, and my member swelled, and to my pride, it was rock hard. Both women had their hair in buns, with hair sticks holding them. Somehow, they were quite beautiful with such hair sytle. They were both wearing thin and revealing white satin gowns. I commanded the Asgard cores to create me two red roses. Then I gave one to each. They smiled gently.

"I am glad that you came…"

Sam answered first.

"Of course… we had no choice."

I smiled. Much to my regret, I did not hear the hint of malice in her voice. I was too taken with lust. I led them by the hands and brought them to the massive bed. Sam lied down on the bed, and I stood over her, with Jen caressing my back. I took off my gown and bent over…

My mind registered a hostile movement but before I could turn I felt a sharp pain in my neck as something sharp and thin had penetrated my subclavian artery. It was struck with a precision of a surgeon. I turned and hit Jen, sending her across the room. However, that was not the end. Sam struck my heart… literally. She, like Jen, used her metal hair stick and struck my heart. Thanks very much to my heightened senses, I could feel the stick cutting through the flesh and into the heart and into the right ventricle. I roared.

"You dare!!! Arrrgh!!!!!"

Before I could strike her down, Sam used her considerable Close Combat Skill she showed in the episodes to strike at my Adam's apple, forcing me back, chocking. I looked up and she had raised the last hair stick she had at my head. Exactly at the top of my head. I knew that would kill me instantly and my backup would have no memory of this until it is too late. I used all the remaining energy and mental power to instruct my nanites in the central nervous system to download my consciousness from my body into the nanite armor. Though it would take hours to transfer an Asgard mind, I had so little knowledge to send, allowing the transfer to be complete within a few seconds. The last thing I saw in my own body was Sam Carter striking down with her hair stick.

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Sam huffed as she kicked away the dead body. She had to admit that he was handsome, but she so hated him. In some corner of her mind she felt terrible killing a man she had some feelings for, but she knew that both she and Jen had to get out of there. She quickly went to Jen and woke her up.

"I'm alright, colonel."

"We are just clones, Jennifer."

"Old habits die hard, Sam."

"Come on! We have to move before anyone notices. If they find out that we killed him, we will be tortured and torn apart."

~You are correct, Samantha Carter.~

The two women quickly turned their head in terror as the nanite armor slid off the mannequin and began to move toward them. Sam quickly ran toward a section of the collections on the wall, and grabbed a silver Goa'uld kara-kesh. The armor chuckled.

~You cannot use that, Samantha. You were never the host to Jolinar.~

Sam and Jen smiled as Sam put on the device and sent a powerful blast at the armor. The armor absorbed most of the shockwave, but it was flung to the other side of the chamber.

~How?~

Sam sneered.

"We have been planning this for a while. We knew that you would sexually want us someday."

The armor stood back up and growled.

~Jennifer has done something to you, so you could use Goa'uld devices.~

"Surprised?"

~Not at your ingeniousness, Samantha. However, you have failed. I live.~

"I'm guessing Asgard consciousness transference?"

~Yes, of course… why are you still here? What?"

Then Jen took out a vial from her virginal and threw it at the armor. Sam sneered.

"We were going to use at on your body, but that would have to do."

The vial contained a powerful chemical that caused massive endorthermic reaction when it mixes with oxygen. It froze the armor. The two woman ran, grabbing their escape kit, with clothes and few items, that they placed by the door just before they entered.

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It felt like forever as the few active nanites adapted and began to generate heat and energy to revive the rest. My consciousness had stopped once the armor was frozen but once they were restored, so was I. I roared and the mask synthesized the roar. I quickly called Grazak. Only Grazak could be trusted. Within a few seconds, Grazak entered the chamber, and looked surprised at my corpse then looked at the moving armor. He asked in a trembling voice.

"My lord?"

~Find them! They have destroyed my body!~

"What of your body? The sarcophagus is not here."

~I will deal with it! Now, go!~

"Yes, my lord."

I moved the armor and examined the body. It was in a terrible shape. The damage to the brain was simply too much to repair even with a sarcophagus or the Asgard technology. Sam Carter had used a hair stick with serrated edge and had twisted the stick after it went in. I roared in rage as I removed the body with the Asgard beam.

Grazak returned few minutes later. He looked at me worriedly.

"My lord, are you alright?"

~NO! None must see me like this except you and my guards. Moving in this state is cumbersome. Take me to the White Palace, now!~

"Yes, my lord… then to the cloning lab?"

~Yes, to the cloning lab.~

"It would have been easier if it was still aboard your flagship, my lord."

~There is no need to assign blame! Quickly! Obey!~

"I obey, my god."

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By the time my consciousness was transferred to the backup clone, it was already noon on Zaras. I returned to Zaras with my Guardians and Grazak. I was filled with rage, and shame. I had grown lax and this had been the result. I had promised myself that I would never be taken by surprise… but there I was… taken completely by surprise.

"Find Samantha Carter and Jennifer Keller. That is the priority! Take them alive! Have everyone and everything out there looking for her, now!"

"Yes, my lord, but we cannot know where they may have gone to. They certainly would not have gone to a Tauri-controlled world this quickly. They are smart. They would travel through other worlds before going there."

"Agreed."

Grazak's words calmed me down. Closing my eyes, I commanded my replicators to find them. It took about 30 minutes before the answer came back.

"They are on planet KM5-334… for now."

Grazak smiled widely.

"I shall take a squad of Elites and bring them in."

"Go!"

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"We have found him."

Todd nodded in approval. His position and power had grown significantly. Supplied with thousands of powerful clones, he rallied support from various cruisers and weaker Hives. Trading food for support, his forces now numbered three Hive ships excluding his own, and seventeen cruisers. On top of that, four more Hives had pledges their alligence as long as he provided the tasty clones. However, he knew that failing to find and capture 'Michael' would stop the flow of clones, and he was not about to risk that.

"Where?"

"On a human planet… he seems to be experimenting with them."

"What force does he have?"

"A single cruiser."

"Send a Hive and four cruisers. Find him, and capture him alive. You will be rewarded richly with many clones."

The Wraith commander left with a glee on his face. The clones were now a currency within Todd's Hive as Todd controlled the supply and the demand was very high. Taking his ship, he headed to the nearest planet with the stargate. It was an uninhabited world which was perfect for sustaining a large population if the Wraith did not cull. It was this planet that Todd was thinking to build a sort of ranch to stockpile the clones. Perhaps he could mate the clones with human females. A bit watered down, but still tasty. Once he sends the address of the gate, his master would send him another legion of tasty clones. Todd smacked his lips in anticipation.

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O'Neill smiled awkwardly as he smashed a bottle of very good champagne on the metal hull. The generals and admirals gathered around him. O'Neill nodded to a British admiral.

"Well, you finally got your own starship, admiral."

"Ah, yes. She is a beauty. I hear she has a beam weapon?"

"She as several banks of it, admiral. I am sure she will do fine."

"I certainly hope so, because we spent a lot of money on her."

"Not as much as you expect, though…"

"Yes, that Captain Hailey is a genius. She came up with this use of the alien technology… amazing… It cut the cost by half, and that's because we already built half of it."

"I agree, admiral. We can now build two whole ones and fifteen percent of one ship for the price of one."

"Yes… the Queen has graciously invited you to dine with her and the Prime Minister at the Buckingham Palace."

"Really? What are they having for dinner?"

Taking O'Neill's humor as a serious question, the admiral answered in earnest.

"I hear the duck or the veal is quite good."

"Ah… the duck or the veal… I'll keep that in mind. So, this one is…"

"This one is HMSS Victoria, and the next one is HMSS Elizabeth."

"HMSS?"

"Her Majesty's Space Ship."

"Ahhh. May be we should do USSS for 'United States Star Ship'."

"Not really that good…"

"Ah, well. So what are French going to call their ship?"

"I think… it was 'La Grandeur' or something. When is Icarus due to launch?"

"About the same time as Phoenix."

"I see."

"Yeah…"

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Woolsey sat with a Tok'ra representative and Ish'ta.

"So Mr Leed wishes to attend the ceremony… and he can only make the time in November. Unless that you can promise that he will be… extracted in November, he won't hand over Ba'al… until November."

The Tok'ra nodded.

"The High Council believes that as long as Ba'al is in the hands of the God Emperor, he remains a threat. I have been instructed to promise that we maintain him in a stasis until November."

"Alright, that's over. Ms Ish'ta, what about you?"

"The Free Jaffa Nation is in a civil turmoil. So far, the support for Teal'c and Bra'tac is strong, and the Hak'tyl will continue to support them. Teal'c believes that a public broadcast of Ba'al's execution…"

"Extraction…"

"Extraction, will allow many to return to the Free Jaffa Nation."

"Okay… I will speak to General Landry and work out a few things. I think we are good to get Ba'al from the Imperium."

They nodded.

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I looked down at the two women. I trembled in anger. My real anger was now gone, but a show must be put on.

"Did you really think that you can escape from me?"

"We nearly succeeded, didn't we? We even killed you."

"That you did, however shortlived your freedom was. You know that you will pay dearly for this."

"You sound just like a Goa'uld."

I sneered.

"Unlike the Goa'uld, I cannot be defeated."

"Anyone can be defeated, one way another."

"That is possibility, but it will not be you who stops me. Killing my body was nothing more than a day of discomfort. No more, no less."

Then I flared up the torture devices in the nanites in their bodies. As they writhed in pain, I smiled widely.

"You will feel PAIN!"

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Until the early days of November, the Galactic Imperium continued to grow in size and power. This new empire's influence grew quickly as the continued to thwart and defeat attacks from the JFL and the Lucian Alliance. Under a new leadership, the Lucian Alliance had become a formidable threat once more. Dealing with JFL and several minor fractured Jaffa groups, the Lucian Alliance grew in size and power, much to the discomfort of Earth and SGC. However, with the increasing size of the Earth's fleet, the galaxy saw Earth as the true superpower, despite the fact that they only controlled a handful of planets.

The conflict between the Galactic Imperium, JFL and the Free Jaffa Nation began to rise as all three factions claimed the former territory of Ba'al as their domain. While the Imperium made most significant progress, taking over half of the territory, the Free Jaffa Nation and the JFL also took about a hundred planets each, leaving only a hundred planets or so remaining. Sensing that the conflicts may become a full-scale war that would place Earth in an awkward position, the SGC began an overture to both the Free Jaffa Nation and the Imperium. JFL was ignored as the IOA designated them a terrorist group.