If I owned Stargate… well, it wouldn't be nearly as good a show. If I owned Harry Potter, it would be less 'Oh I feel so sorry for myself because I have to kill one evil guy' and more 'Yippee Kay Yay Mother------!'

Earth

It took barely a day. Two million Chinese soldiers forced themselves upon its neighboring countries only to be repulsed by the spread-thin Hoplites. In eight separate battlefields, 150 men fought off and killed 13,000 enemy soldiers in three hours of heavy combat. Ten aircraft had destroyed 47 Chinese planes, sunk seventeen warships and wiped out two tank battalions. It had all been caught on film, every bullet from every angle of every single battle in the extremely short war. The images had played for 24 hours straight on the equivalent of Fox News; the owners weren't using the channel anymore. Public awe had climbed even higher than before. Another twenty countries had joined the alliance since the battles had aired. Many undecided had started to fear the Hoplites. They assumed that if they refused to join that Harry's armies would attack them. Nobody blamed them.

The entire episode came to a height when a new video played, this time on every channel and in every language. The Chinese President was shown, shackled and under guard from five soldiers. They all had their guns trained on him. The room they stood in was a docking bay, or airlock.

Harry had entered the scene and started talking to the C-President, listing off everything that he had ordered his country to do, the most prominent of which being the invasion of six countries simply because of their political standpoints. Harry told him the casualty rates that his men had experienced (6500 to 1 death ratio, Chinese to Hoplite). The former Lieutenant Colonel then offered the Chinese President surrender. The man refused diligently, stating that he would not allow one man to control the fate of the Earth, nor would he let him take his power away (he didn't know he was being filmed). Harry's next words shook the planet to its core.

'There's no place in this galaxy for greed or lust. There's no place for people that treasure power above all else, or people that will do anything to get it. If you don't understand what I mean, look in a mirror. There's no place in this galaxy for people like you.'

The room was quickly emptied. The President was flushed out the airlock.

Within a day, the entire world was unified with Harry's Hoplites the banner. A summit between the leaders of every country had resounded in one, unanimous request. They wanted Harry Potter to be their leader, if only temporary. Harry had then made an appearance while the world waited with baited breath.

He refused.

Einherjar

Harry walked swiftly through the halls, Larry at his side. "That was one hell of stunt you just pulled," Larry said truthfully. The few people that they met got out of the way quickly, all saluting as the two pilots passed by. "You had the entire world under your thumb and you said no."

"I'm no politician," Harry said simply as they turned a corridor on the kilometer-long ship. "I'm a soldier; it's as simple as that. My place is on the battlefield, not in the White House. Besides, I'm the worst person for the job anyway." Larry glanced at him in confusion. "Larry, I'm sure that you realize what I just did. I killed thirteen thousand people just to show the world how powerful we are. I executed a President because he didn't surrender. That's not the kind of person you want leading the planet into a new age."

"It may have been shady but it was necessary," Larry amended. He had to quicken his pace to keep up. "Those battles showed the planet that they have a chance at surviving in this galaxy, at least more of one than they would have had. And the President thing… he would have died anyway. You were in the right in killing him. His existence would have made things worse and worse for us in the end." Harry nodded in understanding.

"I get what you're saying but that's not really the issue," the Commander determined. "I can run a fleet and an army. I can't run a country."

"They asked that you nominate someone to lead the planet in your stead," Larry reminded. He was jogging now just to keep up with his wingman. "Who are you gonna choose?"

Up ahead a door opened up. Two people stepped out. The girl had bushy brown hair. The boy had ginger hair nearing the point of disgusting in its redness. They noticed the approaching men but didn't move out of the way. Harry waved his finger, pushing the two mages back through the door, much to their protest. He closed the door with another wave. As the pilots walked by, the two 'guests' started banging against the bulkhead.

"I don't plan on choosing anyone to lead a planet," Harry stated simply. Larry stared at him; the man revered by everyone on Earth didn't look even a bit troubled by the utterly random scene that had just unfolded. "The people need to hold their own elections to find a leader. We'll supervise it and ensure that it goes smoothly. Meanwhile we should head down to the summit and see if we can't get the people a little bit more organized."

"You sound like a President already."

"Don't start."

"I already did; it's too late."

(End Chapter)

Sorry it's so short. I got kind of bored and adding anything else would make the chapter too long (ironic, isn't it? My chapters are 3 thousand words long at the most). Besides, the next chapter is pretty much where the story picks up again and I need your input before I continue. A lot is about to happen and some serious spoilers are approaching. The next little bit should cover a bit of what I need done by you guys.

Earth is about to enter into a war against the Goa'uld. However, the Goa'uld will be seriously beefed up compared to the show's portrayal. There will no longer be one universal mother ship class of vessel. There will be a hell of a lot of them on both sides. Technology will shoot through the room on all levels, fleet, ground, economic, you name it. Anywho, what I need you guys to do is design some things for me. I don't really care what just so long as it happens. I need a few frames for human Spaceships (Anti-Fighter, Long Range, Planetary Bombardment, Carrier, et cetera) created so that the Alliance will have a fleet to fight the Goa'uld with. If there's a ship that you would like to see put in, send me an email at (apollo . one 3 (at) yahoo . com) with details of the ship, design, shape and, if possible, a picture to base the description off of. If you send in a ship to me I'll be sure to A) name it accordingly and B) give the person that sent it to me a chapter dedication. I know you want it.

Second, a new fighter aircraft has to be made to replace the powerful, but relatively obsolete MFX-01 Raider, one that is designed and made by Asgard Ancients, not humans. That means it'll be a lot more advanced. I've already made five fighters and I don't really feel like designing another one. So, I'll leave it up to you. I'd like someone to send me a few specifics and (hopefully) and image that you based it off of. The one that looks like the most thought went into it will win the prize of a new chapter dedication. Again, I know you want it.

Third and BY FAR the most important; I need names. I need names. I NEED NAMES. I cannot create a name for a person to save my life. Half of my Original Characters I've named after my reviewers simply because I can't create an original name beyond John Smith. I swear; I practically ripped out my hair trying to come up with Kane Tenant's name. So, that last thing that I need you guys to do is send me a name, first and last. It can be from any country of origin for any type of character. If I can get a list of names for use in Emancipation, I will be a very happy man… boy… teenager… Which one fits me best? Gah! Now I need a name to determine what I am! Please, help me!

Oh, and if there's a specific battle scene you want done, just tell me and I'll be happy to do it.

Thanks,

Atrum.