Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate SG1. However, the character Gray Phoenix (Tomas something) does belong to me as well as the concept of the planet Midgar.
May 7, 1999: Milky Way: Hyperspace: Galileo
"Hey Pixie, can you hand me that wrench?"
"Which one do you want?"
"Uh, the normal wrench."
"Oh, here you go."
"Thanks."
Pixie yawned as he leaned on the fuselage of Harry's Wraith. Said CAG had chosen this particular moment of the night to head down to the starboard hanger and work on his plane and Pixie, being the loyal wingman, followed like a lost puppy.
"Why are you doing this, man?" Pixie wondered through a yawn.
"Well, we'll be coming out of hyperspace in a few hours and if we do come into contact with an enemy, we'll need the best pilots we have out there," Harry explained as he twisted a bolt in his plane. His voice muffled somewhat due to his position beneath the fuselage. "These Wraiths are the best fighters Earth's ever created."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm proud to fly them and all but why did you have to work on it now of all times?" Pixie yawned again.
"I told you to go back to bed," Cipher reminded. "Your presence here isn't required." Yawning himself, Harry climbed out from underneath the plane. "We should be at the planet in about an hour so saddle up and get ready." The entire ship shook greatly, throwing the two pilots to the ground. The lights in the hanger flickered out leaving them in relative darkness.
"What the hell just happened?" Pixie asked as he picked himself and his wingman from the ground.
"The ship just dropped out of hyperspace rather violently," Harry responded through the darkness. The ship shook violently again. Harry barely caught his plane's wing and kept upright. "Okay, that was an explosion. We're under attack so saddle up! I'll see you out there!" Without waiting for a response, Harry jumped into his cockpit already dressed in his flight suit.
Slowly Harry brought his plane online. Pulling his helmet into position, he taxied away for the door. The lights came back on as the door opened remotely. Harry accelerated out into open space, his radar scanning for targets. Behind him, energy blasts slammed into the armor plating of the Galileo approximately where the hyperspace engines were situated.
He followed the source of the blasts to a ship above the Tanager. The ship had an oceanic planetary background with several other ships quickly approaching. As soon as it noticed him, the enemy ship launched a single fighter. Either they had no others available or they didn't perceive him to be a serious threat. Either way, Harry accelerated towards the single fighter.
"What kind of fighter is that?" Harry asked himself. The enemy fighter stymied him. It had legs and arms identical to a human though were as large as the fighter he flew. All in all it looked like a flying human… a flying human armed to the teeth with a large assault rifle and a three barreled machine gun.
The enemy Mobile Suit took aim and fired all four of its guns down towards him, red tracers lighting the void. Harry cursed and pulled back hard on the stick. As the Wraith pulled away, the Galileo finally attained a battle form and started firing its artillery batteries. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw artillery shells hit a shield before the modulator activated. The second salvo slammed into the hull of the enemy cruiser.
Harry banked away as more tracers coursed over his cockpit. The Mobile Suit behind him followed masterfully and took aim, firing its TBMG. (Figure it out.) Harry jinked back throwing the enemy off for a brief moment.
"So, you wanna fight like that," Harry muttered as he flipped off the Hydra missile safety switch. "Take this!" For a brief moment, the Wraith leveled out before Harry slammed the maneuvering thrusters into overdrive and shut down the main engine. The plane spun around on an axis and locked onto the enemy suit.
With a lock, Harry fired an eight missile salvo. He could almost hear the enemy pilot curse as the Mobile Suit fired its weapons at the missiles. Three of the eight exploded prematurely. Two more missed. The last three hit the two arms and blast the main camera away, effectively neutralizing the enemy fighter.
"Harry, what the hell was that for?" a voice asked annoyed over the radio. "You didn't have to blast away half my suit! You could have just transmitted an IFF and we would have ceased fire!"
"Who the hell is this?" Harry asked, not the least bit amused.
"I'm Johnny Colson, who the hell do you think I am? It's me, Tomas! Hello, this is Gray Leader, Tanager, cease fire immediately. These are friendlies from Earth."
"Roger that Gray Leader, Tanager ceasing fire." Behind the shattered Mobile Suit, the enemy cruiser stopped firing. Thankfully, the Galileo followed. The battle had leaned in earth's favor towards the end.
"Galm One, return to the ship," Jack's voice ordered over the radio. "We don't want to give these people any more reason to attack us."
"Roger that, Colonel," Harry affirmed. "Galm One returning to the Galileo." Harry spun the plane around and hit the afterburner, headed for the ship.
May 7, 1999: Milky Way: MSS Tanager
Harry shifted nervously in his uniform as he, Sam and Jack stood in a conference room aboard the other cruiser. The CO, XO and the CAG had been requested for a diplomatic meeting between the two sides. The enemy's officers would be there as well and anyone who knew him by voice alone disconcerted him as well.
The door opened revealing three officers who in turn walked in at a brisk pace. One of the men had a disbelieving look on his face.
"Holy shit, it really is you!" the man cried walking over and pulling Harry into a strong hug. "Oh man, Thor's gonna freak when he sees you again!" He pulled back and examined the other. "You really are alive."
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Harry asked helplessly. The man didn't hear him.
"How the hell did you survive the Corona's destruction?" the man wondered. "Thor said it was impossible and we believed him. You must either be inhuman or unbelievably lucky! Did the bridge avoid…"
"Tomas, shut up!" Harry screamed angrily. "You always ramble like that and it's getting annoying!" Tomas jumped away and blinked… and again… and again. On the opposite side of the room, Harry blinked as well. "Now, who the hell are you?"
"Did he…?" Tomas began, looking at Jack and Sam.
"Amnesia," Sam finished for him. "We didn't think he would remember anything before he joined us. He doesn't even remember the Corona."
"You guys must be from SG1," Tomas realized. "Harry used to talk about you guys a lot and how he helped save your butts time and time again."
"Okay, when everyone knows more about something than I do, especially when that something is me, I get very annoyed," Harry sighed in annoyance.
"You always did," Tomas muttered as he backed away.
"Now that that is through, I would like to begin by asking what you are doing in our system," one of the other two men stated. Harry assumed it to be the Captain.
"I'm sorry about this," Jack straightened. "We didn't mean to just appear over your planet. Our hyperspace engines malfunctioned and we came out prematurely." Harry blinked. Jack really was smarter than anyone else made him out to be. Maybe it was because they were meeting highly advanced aliens. Anywho….
"Your course must have cut through one of our war games," the other CO realized. "Our ECM must have knocked out your ship while in hyperspace." The CO straightened. "I'm sorry for attacking you but you didn't respond to our communications. We could only assume that you were hostile." Jack blinked and looked at Carter.
"Our radios were knocked out along with every other system, sir," Sam explained.
"So what are we going to do now?" Jack inquired of his counterpart.
"As a gesture of apology and good faith, I'd like to set up a meeting between our two worlds' representatives," the CO nodded. "Your ship is formidable. You were gaining the upper hand even after taking our barrage for thirty seconds. There is likely much that we could learn from each other."
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Jack nodded.
May 8, 1999: Milky Way: Midgar
The two CAGs walked through the streets of the capital city, one casually, the other cautiously. Harry stayed glued to his counterpart's wing but didn't attempt to start conversation. Instead he examined the city around him.
High rise buildings stretched into the clouds while aircraft made up the spaces in between. The civilization, obviously highly advanced, had almost no crime, no unemployment and no poverty. It was a utopia in every sense of the word. People milled about in the streets without a care in the world.
"I can't believe that you really don't remember me," Tomas shook his head, drawing Harry's attention. "We were like brothers."
"Is it possible that you could be thinking of someone else?" Harry offered.
"You have a three point two inch scar running along your right forearm," Tomas stated factually to Harry's surprise. "You have a birthmark on your forehead blocked by an Asgard surgical implant. Your borne hair color is raven black which you changed after meeting me. Your father is the Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet." The CAG stopped and looked at his cousin. "Harry, I know almost everything about you. You lived with me, here, for three years. We were inseparable, two hydrogen to oxygen, two bullets on a chain. Nothing is going to convince me that you aren't my cousin."
"Then please, tell me," Harry pleaded. "Why can't I remember?"
Tomas sighed as he looked into the eyes of his cousin, his brother. "Follow me. There's something you need to see."
The two pilots continued on their way through the city before Tomas turned into what appeared to be a department store. The owner of the shop didn't even look up at them as they walked into the basement of the building.
Below the main structure in the foundations of the store, one found what one would expect. There were spare items to replace bought ones, ladders, hammers and other items to fix things around the building itself and other assorted objects. However, a bland gray metal sliding door stood completely out of place in the surrounding painted titanium walls. This is where Harry and Tomas approached.
The doors slid apart as they approached and the duo entered promptly. The second they were inside the closet-like room, it started descending. Neither spoke as the elevator slid downwards for multiple minutes. Finally the lift stopped and the doors opened revealing a room of moderate size with a thirty foot high ceiling. The only visible apparatus was the large humanoid object on one side of the room.
"So, do you recognize it?" Tomas wondered as the two exited the elevator. Harry closely examined the object.
"Chimera," he muttered cryptically. He turned to face his cousin. "This is the Chimera, isn't it?" Tomas nodded and Harry turned back to the finished Mobile Suit. "Why don't I know anything about it? All I see are flashes of screens, thoughts."
(Flashback)
By upgrading the ion pumps with zinc coating, the output is greatly increased. Now, the upper legs need to be able to withstand any kind of weaponry placed on the torso so the best type of metal would be… Neo-Titanium Alloy for the outer armor and Neo-Steel-Magnesium Alloy for the interior support. The torso presents another problem. It has to be light enough to be supported by the legs but also needs to have places for weaponry. If Neo-Titanium is used for the outer armor to reduce weight yet provide the cockpit with added protection… that won't provide much protection from energy-based attacks, though. That's it! By alloying tin and magnesium, I can create a new type of anti-energy coating that can be reapplied cheaply after being worn away! Now, for the supports…
The cortex parameters on the engines seem to be off. That just doesn't seem right… The Control Crystals should be able to account for any change in the weapon's function. Then again, they are Goa'uld so the effectiveness must be off. If I change it to Ancient Crystals, maybe… yep, there it is, the parameters are back to what they should be. Now then, all I have to do is finish the next set of a dozen problems…
By using this code as a base, I should be able to create an entirely new type of engine. By changing the polarity of the solid fuel transport system and adding thirteen grams of sodium phosphate to every gram of weapons-grade Naquadah, I can decrease the size of the engine by ninety percent while the power put is decreased by the proportionate amount. That would make it small enough to fit in as the main thrust system for a Mobile Suit. And that would make it sixty percent more efficient than that old Ester I used to fly back home.
(End Flashback)
"Gah! This doesn't make any sense!" Harry screamed in anger and annoyance. "Why aren't I remembering?" Tomas placed a comforting hand on his cousin's shoulder.
"Harry, there's one other thing I think you should see."
(End Chapter)
Well, sorry for not putting another chapter up for a while. I had that mysterious project that I was working on and I actually made really good headway on it. This is kind of a filler chapter for me. I can't really focus on fan fiction right now. I can't write this when my other project is so close to completions so don't expect too much more out of me for a little while.
On another note, please review. I broke the 200 mark with my last chapter! (Yay) I know I probably won't breach five hundred with this story but hey, two hundred isn't bad either, especially for someone like me.