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August 7, 1999
Harry sighed and sipped at his tea. He sat on the bridge of their new Aurora Class ship which they had yet to name. He was the only one on board and had to run through all of the ship's technical jargon before they could proceed loading their supplies and personnel. One might be surprised at exactly how much data piles up from ten thousand years in 'safe-mode'. Apparently this ship, the Janus by its Ancient name, had been the command ship for this section of the Galaxy and oversaw dozens of random projects all over the galaxy that had continued to run despite no one being there to add new things into the mix. "Damn it!" Harry cursed. He couldn't concentrate on the damn text! Just the other day he'd received a message from his father that the latest test that Asgard Scientists had performed with the cloning technology had failed and the basis continued to deteriorate. To add insult to injury the Replicators had overrun one of their outposts and taken the ships guarding it, adding to their already massive army.
The Colonel went back to his work, staring at the holographic screens. Granted each experiment was grouped into a named file but each was just so bloated! He glanced at another file lazily when something caught his eye. He mentally ordered the screen to scroll down and open a file that had the name Moros as the head scientist. His eyes widened as he read the file. According to the log in front of him an Ancient team of Scientists had attempted to find the way to Eternal life through consciousness transfer, almost exactly like what the Asgard do now. Only their idea did not involve cloning the body but rather creating a new one from scratch, almost like one would do in a video game. That meant that even with using their bodies as a base genetic code cellular deterioration couldn't occur because each model was different. The scientists that had worked on the project had been killed in the plague that had swept the galaxy millions of years ago and the moon base where the research had taken place was forgotten.
His eyes widened further as he saw where the research had taken place, only a few systems away. He went back up and read through the file again in more detail. With each word he got more and more giddy. Ancient brains could story as much data as an Asgard could, possibly even more due to their highly evolved state. Provided that the Asgard would be willing to accept human-form bodies he may have just discovered the answer to both the Asgard's cloning difficulties and their reproduction. Harry sent out a message to Derrin's ship, which was ferrying supplies over to them, to pick up the pace. They had a place to be.
August 9, 1999
The unnamed Aurora Class Battleship drifted out of hyperspace hovering over a rocky moon. The remnants of an Ancient Research Station could be seen on the ground. A Gateship jettisoned from the ship and headed for the planet's surface. The pilot noted idly that he would need to ask the Asgard to add Beaming Technology when he next went to Othala. The Gateship came into a hover over a particular piece of the building. The roof opened up and the ship drifted down inside, the door closing behind them.
The inside of the Research Station resembled other Ancient structures in its design with its bluish walls and stained glass windows among other details. Four humans moved cautiously through the halls, brandishing their weapons at anything that moved, or that they perceived to move. All but one; Harry walked as though he hadn't a care in the world. He knew for a fact that there was nothing alive on the base; the Aurora Class's sensors had proved that. We really need to name that damn ship. Harry turned into a lab with that thought in mind. It was the main control room where all of the data would be stored. Several dead Ancient bodies were scattered around the room, likely the scientists from the original program. Harry tossed one out of a chair and sat down at the console. His hands flashed over the console as he accessed all of the data pertinent to the project, which was everything.
Nathan Bristow, Samuel Black and Taylor Ellsinore conversed quietly with themselves as their commander worked. Harry didn't pay them any mind at all. He was too engrossed in his work.
"Are we sure he's okay?" Taylor asked his colleagues, glancing at their leader. "As soon as he found out about this station he's been hell bent to get here as fast as possible."
"I don't doubt that he would bend hell to get here," Sam nodded knowingly. "Hebridan recruitment isn't even finished yet and he made us launch the ship anyway. What do you think the problem is?"
"He told us that this lab has research regarding eternal life, or at least a form of it," Nathan stated. "He seemed a little distressed just before we left to get supplies. Maybe one of his friends or family is in danger of dying and he wants to save them?"
"What are you talking about?" Taylor asked confused. "I thought Harry was human. We certainly met him on Earth."
"No, I was on duty at Cheyenne Mountain when they first activated the Stargate," Sam shook his head. "He came back through the Gate with SG1 and became a part of it afterwards. Apparently he saved their lives out on Chulak and he is an alien. Don't you remember when he was talking about the Corona? I was even on a mission where we used the Corona to retake an Ancient Weapons Cache. He is most certainly not from Earth."
"You're right about that," Harry said. All three of them spun around to their command standing with an amused look on his face. "I didn't come from Earth. Technically I'm not even human. When I was a kid my now-father saved me from abusive relatives and raised me as his own. You'll meet him in a few days. I have the data. Our destination is Othala."
August 10, 1999
"Punch, elbow jab, upward elbow jab, shoulder latch, knee kick, finish," Harry spoke patiently as he worked through a fighting style with one of their Hebridan recruits. It was rather surprising how little these kids actually knew about fighting. Some of them could shoot but that didn't boast anything on this ship which they still hadn't named. Despite their lack of experience it was also an opportunity. He would be able teach them from scratch without needing to erase their standing knowledge. The recruit nodded and moved back. Harry nodded and the two moved towards each other. The recruit tried the move that Harry had just showed him. Harry put up a mock defense that was similar to Jaffa fighting styles. The kid moved fluently and gracefully and executed the technique well. Harry smiled.
I'm impressed," Harry said approvingly. "It took Taylor almost a week to learn that move." His friend leaned against a wall on the other side of the room, rolling his eyes. "You know it's true. Of course you already had some mediocre training."
"But you set me straight, Boss," Taylor sighed.
"And I've regretted it ever since," Harry prodded jokingly. "Alright, that's enough for the day. Remember what you learned and train amongst yourselves. You're dismissed." The group of trainees filed out of the room leaving only Taylor and Harry. "So, what is it that you want?"
"Boss, ever since we arrived at the ship you've been acting strangely, almost giddy," Taylor explained. "I understand if you can't tell me but I want to know what's going on. Why are you acting like this?" Harry sighed deeply; he'd known that he have to give in sooner or later.
"My father is an Asgard," Harry explained. Taylor raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I was adopted, remember? (Next line is important; he isn't lying) I don't know who my biological parents were. Thor found me on Earth a broken child who'd been abused most of his life. He decided to take me in and raise me as a son of the Asgard, despite my age. The Asgard race suffers from genetic deterioration. They clone themselves and transfer their consciousness from one body to the other in an attempt to achieve long life. As a result their bodies have deteriorated over time."
"Oh god," Taylor muttered in surprise and horror.
"You don't know the half of it," Harry chuckled sadly. "They can't reproduce sexually. There hasn't been a newborn Asgard in a thousand years. It's not something that they openly discuss with other races."
"This I understand," Taylor muttered quietly. "So this new data is supposed to help the Asgard with their cloning process?"
"More or less," Harry shrugged. "The idea is to create a new body from a human, or ancient, base so as to both allow for sexual reproduction and to avoid genetic deterioration. The only downside is that the Asgard will have to adopt a completely new body structure since the data we have is based on Ancient DNA. There's no other option, really. Trying to recreate the old Asgard bodies would take years which they don't have."
"Do you think they'll go for it?" Taylor wondered.
"If I endorse it a large portion of the population might," Harry nodded. At Taylor's inquiring look he continued. "When I still lived there I managed to save the Asgard from the Replicators more than five times, mostly due to my rather above average piloting skills. I also designed their newest robotic fighter. The Asgard trusts me and will listen to what I have to say."
"Let's hope you're right." Harry nodded in agreement.
August 13, 1999
The unnamed Aurora Class shot out of hyperspace as it arrived over Othala, the Asgard Home World. Immediately three Beliskner Class and one O'Neill Class surrounded the Ancient Ship and sent out hailing frequencies. Any Asgard who had studied his history remembered the Aurora Class being one of the most powerful weapons the Ancients had ever created, rivaling the O'Neill Class in sheer size but far outclassing it in terms of shields and weapons. The drone weapons, provided there were enough, could wipe out dozens of Hataks in minutes as they passed easily through shields. Anti-explosion systems in Asgard Ships negated this weapon; however, as the Drones used kinetic and explosive force to destroy their targets. In terms of a one-on-one engagement the Aurora Class would in fact lose to the O'Neill Class.
"This is Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet," a voice traveled over the bridge of the Ancient Ship. "Identify yourselves immediately."
"This is Harry Potter of the Asgard Special Forces," Harry responded. "Long time no see, dad." Thor's face appeared on the screen.
"We were not expecting you," Thor stated.
"I bet you weren't," Harry chuckled. "Listen dad, I've got some new information that we need to talk to each other about. Can you beam me over?" Thor nodded and seconds later Harry had disappeared from the ship.
(End Chapter)
Well, that chapter's done. There wasn't even a single battle in there either. Anywho there's something that I'd like to say. I am not a thirteen year old writer as you all thought I was. No, that doesn't really describe me anymore. Actually I'm a fourteen year old writer. Today's my birthday and yet you guys get the present. Ironical, isn't it? Give me a review please, those are always nice presents. Until next time, Ja Ne.