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June 13, 1999: Milky Way: M2C-412
The eight black-clad Marines stepped out from the event horizon determinedly. Harry quickly set down his burdens and rushed towards the Dial-Home-Device. The other seven looked at him oddly as he dialed an unknown address.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Larry "Pixie" Folk asked.
"Sorry guys, but this isn't the world where we need to be," Harry said absently. "We need to leave immediately before the President can call us back for anything."
"I'm sorry?"
"You seven volunteered for this mission," Harry reminded as he pressed the activation button. "That means that it was your choice to come with me. I'll tell you everything on the next planet." The Gate activated and Harry rushed forward to pick up his things. "I overheard General Hammond and Colonel O'Neill talking about a Black Ops mission after ours. Whatever we do we can't let the SGC figure out what we're doing." He started shoving his men towards the Gate. "You won't regret it, just go!" With the last person gone he stepped into the event horizon.
June 13, 1999: Milky Way: Unknown Planet
SG13 stepped into a reasonably large room that only accommodated the Stargate and the DHD. Harry sighed contently as the Gate shut down. He started walking forward relieved.
"Harry, what was that all about?" Larry asked again as the team stepped into a hallway.
"I lied to the President a little bit," Harry explained with a small yawn. "We're out here to find and retrieve Ancient Technology, but not for Earth." The Humans stared at him. "Let me rephrase that. We'll give a little bit of Technology to the humans, but only just enough to satiate them and to let this little project progress."
"What do you mean?" Pixie asked.
"I'll show you," Harry smiled. He stepped through a newly opened door and out onto a catwalk. "This, my friends, is the Orion." The seven marines stared down at the ship before them.
The ship was dwarfed compared to the Galileo being only about a quarter of the size. The ship appeared to be about eighty meters long and thirty meters wide. It had the sharp angular look of the Galileo and the same dull blackness in the armor. About fifty meters back from the front of the ship, two wings spread out, each about six meters in height and fifteen meters in length. The front part of the swept wing had an operable door. Eight Gun Turrets were placed symmetrically along the top of the ship as what appeared to be Point Defense weapons. One rotating long barreled cannon of reasonably six sat in a locked position with its barrel down in the center of the ship.
"Alright Colonel, what is this?" one of the Marines asked incredulously.
"About six million years ago the Ancients were a pretty powerful bunch," Harry explained. "At the time they were pretty advanced but not as advanced as they would be now. They had several different classes of ships, not the least of which was the Aurora Class Battleship. When the Plague hit they had to leave quickly and left a few of their ships behind including this one." He turned and started walking down the catwalk towards a staircase. The Marines hurried to follow.
As the group started down the stairs, Harry said: "The Orion is an Ancient Destroyer, one of the last of its kind. It was built using a few technologies that would be phased out in the next couple of years after the Ancients left the Galaxy including its weapons systems. At the moment, it outclasses even Hatak Class Ships in potential ability, especially if we can get it up to full strength." He stepped off the stairs and onto a long walkway that stretched out to the ship.
"What does this have to do with us?" the same Marine from before questioned.
"The Orion will be our flagship from now on," Harry explained as he opened the door to the inside of the ship. "With it, we'll start fighting the way we should have a long time ago." He stepped inside the ship and disappeared behind a corner. The Marines rushed inside and found him simply standing in a corridor. "These are the living quarters. The Orion is supposed to be run with a crew of about twelve so you'll each get your own room. Just pick anywhere and make yourselves comfortable." He started walking again and disappeared.
Half an hour later, after the new crew of the ship was settled, Harry came to retrieve them. He gathered them in the small bridge near the front of the ship. The Bridge was about the size of a modest family room. It had three chairs in a triangular formation with two consoles in front with the Captain's chair behind them. Screens littered the room varying from large to small. There were no windows.
"I hope that you're settled in fairly well," Harry remarked absently as he sat down in the Captain's chair. He started pressing buttons on a keypad on his right armrest. "We'll be launching the ship soon so we won't be around here for very much longer." A low humming could be heard from the back of the small ship. Two giant doors above the ship started opening revealing the blue sky above.
"Why are we doing this, sir?" The Marine from before, Nathan Bristow, asked. "This is treason!"
"This isn't treason," Harry corrected as the humming grew louder. "We're giving Earth exactly what it wants. We'll get technology; we give a little bit to Earth. However," he said sternly. "Earth is not ready for the full brunt of Ancient Military Power. That is so much power that any one nation could use it to enslave the entire galaxy. If we gave them everything they wanted, things would spiral out of control very quickly." The humming reached a peak. A large flash of yellow light enveloped the ship. When the light faded less than second later, the entire Destroyer was gone.
June 13, 1999: Milky Way: Unknown Planet: High Orbit
The Orion appeared with a large flash of light as the Faster-Than-Light Engines deactivated. The ship had traversed several dozen miles in under a second. The new crew of the Destroyer glanced about the bridge quickly as the screens lit up with star-filled pictures.
"We just used the FTL Engines," Harry explained with a smirk. He started pressing buttons on his keypad again. "They were the precursor to Hyperspace Engines. It's slower but it gets the job done. With any one jump we can travel approximately fifty parsecs." (Note: a Parsec is about fifty (50) light years, at lease according to Foundation. My Internet's down, remember?) "Granted we'll need to find a Hyperspace Engine soon but this will suffice for now."
"What if we don't agree to go with you?" Joshua Philips asked crossing his arms.
"I will never allow the Earth to come to harm," Harry said without looking up. "I have access to so much information and technology right now that if a primitive race like the Humans were to get it they could become an even greater threat than the Goa'uld. They already have more Ancient Technology than I would like." He received quite a few odd looks. "Most of the technology on the Galileo and its fighters originate from Ancient Designs." He stopped typing for a moment. "They were designs I created, too." He straightened and looked at his Team. "We'll need to stay in this room for right now. The Orion wasn't fully completed when we got here so I'll need to take it to a repair bay before we set out again." He typed a few more things in. "Prepare for a jump." The ship flashed again and disappeared.
June 13, 1999: Milky Way: Aphrodite Repair Satellite
The Orion appeared in orbit around a small blue moon. The only other objects in sight were the large yellow Gas Giant and the large gray metal satellite nearby. The Satellite was long and cylindrical with a medium sized sensor array near the 'top' and two 'wings' that proved stability. The Satellite was about two miles long and a half mile in diameter. The Orion moved slowly towards the waiting structure.
Two large bay doors opened upon the ship's approach. Harry guided the ship inside the station before cutting the engines. An anti-gravity field activated that suspended the ship in midair. Harry sighed and stood from his chair.
"Alright, that's it. Now we can leave the ship freely." He walked over to the wall and opened the door there. Blinking wildly the rest of SG13 followed. Eventually Harry came to airlock where he exited the ship. As soon as his feet hit the outside of the ship he started floating. The Marines started flailing about wildly in an attempt to secure their bodies. Harry chuckled since Pixie was the only one that seemed really comfortable.
The two pilots brought their feet up against the Orion and pushed off towards the walls on either side of the ship. Fumbling about, the Marines mimicked their move. With a smile plastered on his face, Harry opened up a door and stepped into the artificial gravity. The new room had a large window that allowed the surveying of the ship and several chairs and couches. Harry promptly sat down in one of the chairs and broke out laughing at his team's attempt to right their bodies through the door.
Harry looked over the team of seven Marines seated before him. Joshua Philips, the youngest among them. His dark black hair reminded Harry of a raven, oddly enough. Nathan Bristow, machine gunner and the voice of reason had sharp dirty blonde hair and piercing gold eyes. Larry Folk, the only other pilot among them. His childish nature created the semblance of balance in a world filled with hardcore by-the-book military.
Samuel Black: he was one of the best sharpshooters Harry had ever seen. He could shoot a spider off a piece of paper with a .22 Caliber. His short light brown hair had a sort of happiness behind it. Marcus Argyle: this twenty two year old kid's hobby was tinkering around with computers. The military had given him the college money that he'd never been able to use.
Silas "Smilus" Gorton: this guy was the Team's Demolition's Expert. He could whip up Composition 4 in about a half an hour and then tell you the best place to stick it. Taylor Ellsinore: the marksman expert. Though he wasn't as skilled as Sam, Taylor could easily hold his own in a firefight. His cheerful attitude made him fun to be around.
Harry Potter: Military Expert and Tactical Specialist. He chuckled as that thought came into his mind. He'd created a specialist team that could perform any task and would under the correct circumstances. He'd accounted for everyone: the computer geek, the gunner, the pilot, the sniper, the explosives expert, the grenadier and the combination. Joshua would learn from the others and become adept in everything. He'd lead them to victory.
"Well, I suppose since we don't have anything better to do I should probably explain what we'll be doing later," Harry smiled to them. "On that crystal that we found in Scotland, I discovered the location of most of the Ancient's outposts. I also found the logs of two new races of enemies. It's a Repository of Knowledge in a gift basket. These two new enemy races are powerful, even more so than the Goa'uld. They're called the Wraith and the Ori. Whether or not we ever encounter them is questionable. However, it does not make our goal any less important."
Harry took a deep breath before continuing. "Our goal right now is to travel to all the Ancient Outposts that we can, activate their defenses and examine whatever is left inside. Using what we find we'll gather our strength until such a time as we can eliminate the threat of the Goa'uld. By ridding this Galaxy of the Goa'uld, we'll be able to better prepare for the possibility of attack by either the Wraith or the Ori." He waited for questions.
"Okay…" Pixie said slowly. "I have a few questions, some of them more mature than others. Why did you double cross the President if we could have just left on a mission and congregated here later?"
"By fooling the President and the Military into thinking we're looking for Ancient Weapons Technology for the betterment of the planet we can go about our job and yet still have a home to go back to," Harry explained with a smile. He glanced out at the Orion; saw several arms moving about from the walls repairing the ship slowly but surely. The sounds of welding and forging were making their way through the glass. "If we just upped and left we would be labeled as traitors and would be executed if we were ever seen again. However, this way, if we return with something of value, we'll be lauded as heroes without anyone being the wiser."
"Okay, question two," Pixie said after he'd finished. "Why did you pick us to come with you?"
"I needed the perfect team," Harry's smile widened. "I have everyone I need for this operation plus all of you are committed to the survival of the planet. That means that you'll be less susceptible to corruption." Sam raised his hand. Harry nodded to him.
"What are we going to do if Earth is attacked?" he asked with a slight bit of nervousness in his voice. Harry's smile drew into one of slight concern; Sam had a wife and a young daughter.
"Our first stop is the Spy Satellite in the Sol System," Harry assured. "We'll activate it first and we'll be able to detect any enemy contact within two thousand Parsecs of Earth. If that happens we'll immediately head for Earth to aid in its defense. We'll never be more than an hour away and any confirmed enemy ship that I know of would take at least twice that long to cover two thousand Parsecs. Your family will be safe, don't worry." Sam was visibly relieved. "However," Harry held up a finger, "I expect to be invited over for tea sometime in the future." Sam chuckled and then fell silent. Harry looked over at Larry.
"Pix, Orion has two small hangers on either side," he began. "They can hold one plane each. It was designed for Ancient Gateships but there's enough room for any of Earth's prototype planes. I've made arrangements with the aircraft manufacturers. When we get back to Earth we'll get two of the prototype planes made by McDonald Douglas. You'll pilot one and I'll pilot the other." He stood up. "Alright, you guys are free to explore the station all you want, just be back here in the next hour or so. We'll be leaving as soon as the ship is fully repaired."
(End Chapter)
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