This one's short but sweet. Enjoy!


"Great. This is just perfect." Harry whined from outside, inspecting the damage to his Pride and joy. The Port side cheek of the Al'Kesh had a huge molten gash in it. It had been a glancing blow, and despite the extensive runes carved into the Hull they were lucky to be alive. The ship's shield hadn't been activated to speed up the weapons cycling time. Harry had thought the fidelius would be enough, but that was clearly not the case. Not his best moment if he had to admit.

The planet they'd landed on didn't have a gate but had a breathable atmosphere. Perhaps it was buried. Teal'c was busy cutting away damaged sections of Hull with a blow torch. The Asgard sensors then turned inward and created a 3D model of the replacement pieces. One by one they came out of the Matter converter. Harry levitated another piece in place while Jackson spot welded it. Carter proved to be a very proficient MIG welder, expertly stitching the broken Bebop together one piece at a time.

O'Neill was fishing.

They'd done it though. The Ori Beachhead was destroyed. Word had been sent to the SGC about their success. Harry demanded there be Cake and Champagne when they get back. All joking aside, watching his ship get put back together made Harry realize that maybe, just maybe he'd need something with a bit more Umpf to keep the Ori out of the Milky Way the next time they came knocking. Scanning through the after action readings the Bebop recorded he noticed that the Ori ships had sent back multiple communications bursts, no doubt jam packed with information on the small vessel that had so thoroughly kicked their butts. Yes, he needed something bigger.

With the last plate in place Harry excused himself, retreating into the user interface area for the Bebop's Asgard computer. The rough idea of what he wanted fell into place quickly, but tweaking the design would take some time.

They spent the night on the surface and lit a campfire. Surprisingly the Colonel had caught a good amount of fish, or what passed for fish on this planet. A quick diagnostic charm came back clear, meaning they were edible. Really they could have just synthesized the food, but this was good too.

"…how can you even say that?" Jack cried in a scandalized tone. He waved his beer around wildly, almost spilling it. "Star Trek is way better than Star Wars! I mean c'mon, clones? They all look the same."

Teal'c lifted his eyebrow, visible in the faint light from the dancing flames. They had this debate at least once a month. Jackson and Carter weren't even listening anymore. Harry had this glassed over look, no doubt remembering his own robotic clone army. He'd visited Robo O'Neill and the others on Altair about two months ago. After failing to find someone to willingly let themselves be copied Harry used himself. Obviously they didn't listen, and were more than a little pissed that they had no magic. They were also mad at him for thinking it was a good idea. Again not one of his best decisions.

Several dozen Robo Potters now terrorized the Galaxy. They were more trouble than they were worth. Harry had to visit other planets with glamours on the off chance that one of them had wronged the population somehow. Their modus operandi was to work alone, though sometimes they did collaborate in groups if it suited them. All had their own ships like him with miniature versions of the big machinery to sustain themselves.

Thankfully none knew the Ancient knowledge or how to use magic. They were still pesky though. The Goa'uld, while aware that they were machines placed another bounty on his head, simply because he was to blame. They seemed to go out of their way to implicate them. Ingrates.

Was it too late to hit the reset button? Maybe he should just stick to the other verse from now on? Nah, who was he kidding. Harry lived for causing trouble like this. Speaking of trouble, SG-1 had moved on from the very serious Star Wars vs. Trek discussion and onto the topic of Anubis.

"Wait, could you repeat that?" he'd only been half listening. Carter frowned but humored him none the less.

"I said before you decided to kidnap us we were to meet with Jacob and Selmak to discuss Anubis' new weapon."

"Oh you mean the Kull Warriors?"

"You know of them?" O'Neill prodded the fire with a stick. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. "What are they?"

Harry recalled what Vala had told him about those guys during their conversation with the mirrors just before his brain was scrambled. "Nasty stuff. Nothing energy related works on them. Vala ran into one a little while back. She apparently had to ram it with her Tel'tak and then stole its armor. Says it's the best thing she's ever worn."

Leave it to Vala to strip Anubis's minion and take its stuff.

"Do you think she'd let us borrow it for study?" Sam half asked half begged. Harry shrugged. "Doubtful. But hey, maybe your dad knows where we can find more. I wouldn't mind one myself."

O'Neill nodded and glanced towards Teal'c. "Not having to worry about getting shot at for once would be nice."

"Indeed", Teal'c concurred.

"It's settled then. I say we go for it."

The next day Harry and SG-1 returned to Earth. There was no cake. Ingrates. The merry group was currently waiting in the gate room for their Visitor to arrive.

"Ja-mak! Sel-cob! Good seeing you again." The Tok'ra went from indifferent to frowning shortly after stepping thru the gate. The Robo Potter phenomenon had caused the Tok'ra a lot of grief in recent months, especially those under cover. And the butchering of his and Selmak's names didn't help either.

"Harry." The former General nodded, hoping that being polite and civil will bore the Wizard and he'll move on to Jack or George. They filed into the large briefing room overlooking the gate room.

Jacob got straight to business. "Unfortunately we don't know where Anubis creates and equips these new Warriors that have been ravaging the other system lords."

Harry crossed his arms. This Anubis fellow was making quite the row since Apophis bought the farm. And somehow his fleet was even larger than the one they'd cremated on Vorash.

Was there some Goa'uld Ha'tak wholesaler out there that sold them in Bulk? It seemed like they were as plentiful as Toyota's in the Middle East.

"I thought the Tok'ra pride themselves in the ability to spy on people." Harry continued to antagonize the man/sybiote.

"Do you at least know where we can pick one of these blokes up? I could probably interrogate him to get a location. Then we can go there and blow the place up." Harry suggested. "And steal their stuff. We should definitely do that too."

How had it come to this? Harry was now regularly going on missions with these fools to save the Galaxy. If it wasn't the Goa'uld causing trouble it was the Ori. There was always something. He often wondered just how bad things would be if the Tau'ri or him hadn't intervened.

Well at least this time he was getting something out of it. Already rough ideas of how to incorporate energy absorptive armor systems into his Auror robes and ship's hull began clogging up his head. Of course with the Lantean knowledge up there he could replicate the results. But why bother if Anubis had already done all the hard stuff. Besides, he had a power module factory that needed building.

Carter had dubbed them Zero Point Modules. He'd set up shop on Jupiter's moons, specifically Io, mainly due to its easily tapped Geothermal power. Lots of power was needed to make Lantean Power modules, and the gas giant's massive gravitational forces acting on the hot interior ensured he wouldn't cool the core anytime soon by syphoning off to much.

The facility was still a work in progress, and once finished needed to be equipped. Heck, Harry hadn't even built half of the very complex machines that were needed for the crystal growing process. The Bebop's matter generators had been working overtime for the last week and would continue to do so for the foreseeable future. Needless to say he could stay busy for the next three months just tinkering.

"For once I agree with the kid General. Anubis is becoming a real pain in the ass." Jack recalled the numerous times the freshly reinstated System Lord had tried to off the Tau'ri. He counted the occasions with both hand. "Asteroid, Stargate blow upper machine, that stunt he pulled with Thor on a while back. Need I go on sir?"

Hammond chuckled. "You've made your point." SG-1 was dismissed and began to gear up.

"When did the Asteroid thing happen?" Harry asked when they filed out of the briefing room. He didn't recall that one.

"Couple of months ago?" O'Neill shrugged.

"Huh."

oOo

Harry stood at ease in the dark, vast High Council Chamber of the Asgard Home world. Among them stood Thor and Freyr, who he had to say looked quite different from the last time he'd seen them. Those genetically engineered bodies gave them a good three feet of extra height and quite a bit of body mass. They were humanoid, but retained their pale gray skin. To be honest they looked an awful lot like Voldemort after his stint in the kettle at Little Haggilton Graveyard. They also still don't seem to like clothes. It wasn't a good combination.

"We've reviewed your request." Thor said, kicking off what would be a nail bitingly intense meeting between the two most advanced races in the Galaxy, with Harry being the only member of the latter.

"and?" The not so little gray men looked at one another, reminded of another great hero to the Asgard that acted very similar.

"The design seem quite unorthodox, but very combat effective. Some of the Armaments and specifically the shape of the hull give us pause." Harry nodded, effectively winning the bet with himself. Of course they'd bring it up. "I'm aware it's not what you usually build, but I really want it to look like that."

Thor nodded his approval. "And the primary armaments?"

"What's wrong with railguns?" Harry asked in mock protest. The high council just sighed.

"Very Well."

oOo

SG's 1,3 ,and 9 were lying in the woodwork next to a well-travelled path on a planet belonging to…who was it again? Some minor Goa'uld. Reamus? Raymas? Something like that. Anyway, the word on the street was that a Kull warrior should be dropping by soon to take the guy out.

The Muggles were of course armed to the teeth, and had laid a number of explosives on the path. In addition to Jacob Master Bratak (the only real person in the galaxy Harry respected) had also come along for the ride. Harry was busy harassing his favorite team, SG-3.

"So boys, how many times has it been now? Five? Six? You do realize I pick on you deliberately when meeting with the good general?" The members of SG-3 looked like they wanted nothing more than to blow their cover and gun the annoying Wizard down, court-martial be damned.

"Do you know why I pick on you lot in particular?" Harry quipped, sounding downright devilish at this point. They still didn't say anything.

"You." Harry pointed at the muggle with the unsightly sideburns. "The one time I decided to use the elevator at your god awful base you didn't hold the door." The others looked at their team member. "That's right. Blame…" Harry leaned in to read the tag on his BDU uniform "…Lieutenant Chester."

Jack watched the verbal Harassment with mild interest. Having Harry around was like a double edged sword. The entertainment value he provided was immense, but god have mercy on your soul if you're the poor bastard on the receiving end of his Shanaegans.

This verbal abuse would have continued were it not for the strange bird call from the sentry ahead. Harry pulled his wand, but opted to let his 'friends' do the heavy lifting on this one. Stunners probably wouldn't work on this thing anyway. Besides, he'd dealt with the Prior. It was about time they pulled their weight.

The trap was sprung and a golden force field not unlike the one Boris the bounty hunter had captured him with sprung to life. The Kull Warrior paused, giving the Colonel a clean and easy shot with the Trinum tranquilizer Gun.

The thing pulled the darts from its soft under armor and stepped right thru the energy barrier. A slew of heavy MG's and staff weapons barked to life, peppering the Black suited thing with metal.

It didn't look to have any visible weapons…until it lifted an arm and hosed down Teal'c and Bratacs position with Plasma repeater fire. The muggles blew their charges but that didn't work either.

The Kull chose to ignore the pesky humans and continued down the path. O'Neill and Carter looked at Harry with frown.

"Whaht?" the Wizard mumbled with a full mouth, having just inhaled a large chunk of power bar. It was always better to eat when watching action packed scenes like this.

"Are you going to help or just sit here?"

Harry wiped his mouth and got up, making sure they both saw him roll his eyes.

The Kull was actually rather far away. Harry rested his wand in the crook of his left arm, giving him that added bit of accuracy. Closing one eye (even though his trainers back it the Ministry told him not to) he took aim, making sure to give it some lead.

The rope binding spell shot from its tip and launched towards the back of the now jogging super soldier. Poor Kull, thought he'd gotten away Scott free. The thing went down and Harry blew the imaginary smoke from Holly's tip.

O'Neill grunted in gratitude, but was far more peeved that Harry had done what three SG teams, two Jaffa, and a Tok'ra couldn't without even breaking a sweat. He followed up with another binding spell as the humans (and Jaffa) closed in.

Bratac nodded at the young man with respect. Harry was about to milk the gesture for all it was worth but a series of horns told them they'd have company soon. Prisoner in tow they hightailed it back to the gate.

oOo

Jacob was eager to interrogate the rather ugly creature that lurked under the Darth Vader like outfit it sported. Probably because up until now the Tok'ra had simply been along for the ride, and wanted to contribute. Harry didn't want to rain on his parade and watched, slightly curious as to how they were going to go about removing the information they need with a coin shaped piece of tech.

Turns out it was some sort of Technology based Legilimency probe. Quite brilliant actually. The sensors the elder Carter had brought along also identified that Anubis had in fact grown the hosts these Goa'uld occupied. Daniel and Selmak bounced ideas off each other and somehow the good Doctor departed for Honduras soon after, hunting for the Granddaddy of all Sarcophaguses. Sarcophagi? Which was it?

Anyway, Jacob donned the Kull armor and left for Tartarus while Harry, Sam, Teal'c and O'Neill flew there on the Bebop. The plan was for the Carter Senior to deactivate the Sensor array, which may or may not be able to detect his ship, Fidelius or no.

How many times had he snuck around in a Goa'uld base, ship, or a combination of the two in the last three years? If you can't count the amount on two hands, you may have a problem.

Jacob opened the back door and led them to the upper story of the facility. Anubis had managed to find a way to create obedient Goa'ulds. No egomaniacal, self-serving tendencies whatsoever. The last time he saw a Queen was when the Tok'ra contacted him and asked to borrow the sarcophagus. They did it at least once week. It was almost worth just giving them the thing and stealing another. The worst thing was the way they asked, like it was a cup of sugar from your neighbor or something.

'Hey Harry, how you doin? Good? Ok listen, we need it again. Yeah sure, we'll leave the door unlocked. Peachy.'

Harry Potter's mobile Hospital. Yes, that had a good ring to it didn't it?

The Goa'uld Queen sitting in the fish tank in front of them was pushing larvae out like they were gum drops. A rather large helping of C-4 on a remote detonator would take care of that little problem very soon though. The group moved on but was distracted by a chorus of voices.

Harry outright bitched at that point. How had some no good half ascended bad guy figured out how to make a clone army when he couldn't? What a pile of rubbish!

Fuming, the young man stormed out…and ran straight into one of Anubis's evil scientists.

"Shit!" For once Harry wasn't quick enough. The minor Goa'uld banished him across the room with his Kara'kesh. Carter leveled her new Micro 16 and dropped him with a long burst.

"Hey kid, you good?" O'Neill picked Harry off the floor. He was groaning, but being introduced to one of the base's bulkheads at high velocity would do that to you.

"I'll live." He wheezed. "Let's just go." The bases alarm began to wail, no doubt from the rather loud gunfire Sam's gun produced. The C4 blew and they ran towards the airlock, but caught the attention of a patrolling Kull in the process.

Harry, who wasn't in the mood to sprint all the way back to the Bebop fired tripping hexes over his shoulder. It was super effective. Impervious to lethal weapons, but a simple first year spell made them look like fools. What's the world coming to?

The fun didn't end there however. Seems poor ol' Daniel got his arse captured by some nasty, mean Anti Government Rebels back on Earth. They didn't bother stopping by the SGC and went straight for the ram shackle base they operated out of. For once the Staff guns on the Bebop saw some action, blowing the shanty town a mile high. Harry might have been a bit overzealous in their use. Jackson and Lee were beamed up, along with a weird cube.

Hopefully nothing else would crop up for the next week, because Harry really needed to take a break from all this saving the Galaxy thing. Or so he thought.

Whatever Jackson had found left him feeling right as rain the second he picked the artifact up. Sadly the muggles didn't let him keep the cube. A damn shame, because whatever it was hadn't been recorded in the Ancient Database in his head. Well, once the Tok'ra were finished with it he'd study it. Or maybe just keep it in the Bebop's infirmary on a pedestal or something. It beat the tar out of laying down in a coffin every time he had a cold.

oOo

Harry visited the shipyard in Orrila almost daily. With the vanishing cabinets it was a breeze. The keel had been laid, and the superstructure was branching off the main hard point like the bones in a ribcage. The yard foreman, a very no nonsense Asgard named Hadrim was already waiting for him at the usual apparition point. To be honest overseeing the construction of a ship, even if it was one of the smaller ones was taxing the Wizard quite heavily.

They were getting close though. He could almost taste it. During the 12 weeks it had taken to assemble the vessel Harry had also thought of a name for his new Pocket Battleship.

The Graf Spee.

She would look like a souped up version of the Space Battleship Yamato, another excellent show MTV had introduced him to. Her sleek hull and heavy turrets were to be painted the traditional Asgard Gunmetal gray; though she retained the recognizable red underbelly Terran seafaring vessels were known for. She was glorious. Seven inline neutronium drives, supplemented by six lantean power modules, inset between each drive.

Enough power to fire every weapons system on the ship simultaneously without recharging.

The super heavy Rail cannons, three apiece for each of the four turrets were only limited by how fast each new round could be rammed into the breach. Each projectile weighed in excess of fifty tones, and could be hurled through space at an impressive twenty percent the speed of light. That was still pretty slow compared to the modern Plasma beam weapons installed on various points along the hull, but the kinetic energy these slugs packed could split a small moon.

One would think the flat red underbelly of the ship looked like a huge blind spot, but it was actually as effective as the rest of the ship at bringing to bear the Spee's weapons.

Finally three primary drone bays served as both point defense weapons and missile support. The ship was essentially a combination of several vessel types. Small and nimble like a frigate, but armed to the teeth like a cruiser. It could also be a sniper platform or missile boat, engaging at long ranges. Yes, she'd be one of a kind, the Wizard concluded while watching as one of the main armaments was lowered into the large turret pits.


You've asked for a new ship, and after much humming and hawing decided on this. It's absolutely crazy, looks incredibly out of place in space, and will strike fear into the hearts of the Goa'uld and Ori alike. Harry's space pocket Battleship, the Graf Spee. I'm calling it pocket sized because it's a paltry 400 m in length, quite small compared to most other spaceships in the Milky Way. Yet for a true 20th century battleship it has no rival. The Iowa class battleship for instance is 260m in length. Obviously tonnage wise the naval equivalent is much heavier than the spacecraft, owing to its use of advanced alloys and shields instead of direct armor.