Boyzilla: In fact, Fate/ Extra and Stargate are not so different universes. These are two science fiction sagas about ancient, technologically advanced extraterrestrial civilizations, and they also appeal to legends from our world.

As for Hakuno, here she is transformed into Pegasus Replicator (Asuran)! In fact, it is almost the same beginning as in 'Chimeric Lunar Sea of Steel'.

Thanks to all the readers who encourage me to continue this story.


Battle of Attrition

Space.

Without the atmosphere to make them blink, the stars looked like fragments of ice on the black velvet of the cosmos, so close to the black hole GW234688 gas vortices formed an accretion disk of an ominous violet color.

Space was a place of paradox.

Objects seemed to move slowly when in fact they were fast.

It was also a place of contrasts.

Without an atmosphere to diffuse light and heat, there was only blinding light and deep darkness, too high heat or absolute zero.

But the eternal silence of the cosmos did not mean peace.

Brutal flashes appeared in the middle of the debris field, which orbited several light minutes away from the gravity of the black hole.

They were explosions.


The Wraith's Darts rushed toward the Daedalus like a swarm of furious hornets. These small alien fighters had an organic design. Teardrop-shaped, the nose was formed by a long needle while two short wings were at the back.

Several hundred of these fighters had been launched by the Hive ship.

But, they had entered a death zone. The agile little fighters quickly changed course, dodging blue strokes of light that rushed towards them. A Dart dodged two attacks but was hit by a third and disappeared in a brief orange explosion.


The Daedalus was maneuvering slowly.

At the moment, a burst of blue light was dispersing in a violent explosion against the elliptical 'bubble' surrounding the Tau'ri ship... without doing any damage. The Asgard shield was the result of very advanced technology and was capable of withstanding concentrated Wraith fire.

The multiple railguns that were installed at various points in the hull propelled metal slug at high velocity. The shots were focused on the Darts, making a massacre among the fighters.

Nevertheless, the doors of the Daedalus' side pods were opening. The F-302 fighters that came out rushed to the Wraith.

The F-302 fighters-interceptors were the result of the retro-engineering of the Goa'uld Death Gliders. They kept the general appearance of their 'ancestor', especially the crescent-shaped wings. Nevertheless, the design of the F-302 was typical of the Earthling atmospheric fighters.


Anders' helmeted head turned left while his F-302 was making a sharp turn. He saw two shots of blue light passing which crossed where he was the moment before. In a new sharp turn, he positioned his F-302 in the 6 o'clock of a Dart. Anders pressed the firing button on top of the joystick-like knob that he used to steer the fighter.

The nose-mounted railguns burst and the Wraith fighter disintegrated into an orange explosion.

Around Anders, the Darts swirled and veered, but the Tau'ri fighters had the advantage. The Earthlings were better pilots and the F-302s were more maneuverable. But more importantly...

Anders turned sharply. Two Darts had positioned themselves in his 6 O'clock. Tilting to one side, then to the other, Anders' F-302 embarked on a succession of quick turns to dodge their attacks

Selecting the missiles, he crushed the firing button.

"Fox one!" (1)

At AIM-120 A broke away from under his wing and in a quick turn rushed toward one of the Darts. The alien fighter disappeared in a violent explosion.

"Splash on the bandit!" (2)

The F-302s were equipped with four missiles while the Darts had only a forward-firing pulse energy weapon.


Colonel Steven Caldwell jumped when he heard a female scream behind him. Thrown to the ground by the sudden tremor that had just crossed the Daedalus, an officer had just fallen while bundles of sparks were coming out of his console.

While a crewman came to kneel beside the injured woman while shouting "Medic!" another officer extinguished the fire with a hand fire extinguisher.

But the commander of the Daedalus could not let himself be distracted.

"Shield?"

"Sir, shields are at 70%."

A new shot hit the shields of the Daedalus. The ship was shaken by the shock wave and the surge spread into the electrical system. Bundles of sparks came out of the ceiling as the light flickered.

Caldwell turned to the officer in charge of armament.

"Fire our missiles at the Hive ship!"


On the dorsal part of the Daedalus, the lids protecting the VLS missile tubes slid. The first salvo rose vertically before turning towards the horrible techno-organic monster that was maneuvering about 50 kilometers away.

Having spotted the threat, the Wraith concentrated their fire on the missiles. Many of them encountered bolt-like energy projectiles and disappeared in a brief explosion.

Nevertheless, several missiles detonated near the organic shell. Except that the gigantic ship was not only thirteen times larger than the Daedalus but also - as a living organism- able to heal itself.

The ribbons of frozen atmosphere and organic debris disappeared almost immediately as the breaches were sealed like a wound closing.

The second round of missiles immediately followed the first while the launch tubes were automatically recharged.

Simultaneously, several shots struck the Daedalus shield.

The Asgard Shield may have been effective protection against the Wraiths' pulse-weapon, but the Tau'ri Battleship's armament was clearly insufficient against an opponent of this size. It was a battle of attrition... and the Wraiths were far more numerous.


Hakuno Kishinami had no trouble finding the bridge of the Sirius. In fact, the Last Master knew the ship's layout and was even able to understand how the Lanteans' machinery worked.

It wasn't the kind of thing that surprised her.

As Seraph's NPC, Hakuno had received a programming that allowed her to interact with the Masters and her environment. Accustomed to having knowledge that she had never had to learn, Kishinami did not pay attention, not realizing that she had no reason to know the Lanteans.

When she entered, three men turned in her direction. They were soldiers with flak-vests and Kevlar helmets. They did not direct their weapons on her but kept them in hand... visibly suspicious.

The only woman was sitting in the Sirius commander's chair. While watching the battles unfolding on the holographic screen, she spoke on the radio attached to her collar.

'We can't leave now, this ship has a ZPM. With such a powerful energy source we could finally use Atlantis' full potential. Hermiod, give us time to go find the Zero Point Module before beaming us out."

Dr. Lindsey Novak turned to Hakuno and hesitated for a moment.

"Stay here, we'll talk later."

Novak turned to one of the men.

"Sergeant, follow me. I may need your help."

Novak and the soldier ran out of the bridge. The last two men found themselves alone with the strange schoolgirl in a brown uniform. It was an awkward moment.

Hutchinson finally decided to talk.

"Hello."

Hakuno makes a head tilt.

"Hello."

The next moment Hutchinson started coughing violently, having swallowed sideways.

"Cu... cute!"

"Cute?" Hakuno repeated.

"Uh... forget it."

Hutchinson was the first convert to Hakuno Church in the Pegasus galaxy.


Anders was breathing faster and faster the rubber-smelling air from his oxygen mask.

His F-302 made an acrobatic Immelman and several Darts lost his trail. But others managed to stay behind him. Anders cut off his main thruster and... fired at the Wraiths that were passing him. Two Darts disintegrated.

Unfortunately, the pilot saw that his wingman was less fortunate. His right wing was on fire... the fire was fueled by the air tanks. The F-302 was whirling through space. A shot finished the fighter, it disintegrated into a fireball.

"Daedalus, we are losing this fight, there are too many!"

Another wave of Darts was coming out of the front mandibles of the Hive ship. Despite the railguns burst fired by the Daedalus targeting these new adversaries, some newcomers joined the fray, further aggravating the imbalance of forces.


Colonel Caldwell clung to the armrests of his chair as the Daedalus jumped widely like a rodeo horse.

There was a big crack in the back.

"Air leak at I-63-5. Blast doors closed. No loss."

"Shield at 60%, sir."

"Armament, use nuclear missiles," Caldwell ordered.

As sparks burst from the ceiling, Captain Dave Kleinman clung to his console, before changing the firing instructions.


A new volley of missiles came out of the VLS tubes. Like the first two salvos, a part of the missiles was intercepted by the Wraith's Flak. Among the missiles that approached the Hive ship enough to detonate, there was a Mark VIII nuclear missile.

A light as dazzling as the sun forced everyone to look away.

Nevertheless, when the explosion collapsed on itself, the Hive ship was still there. In the cosmic void, nukes did not benefit from the blast effect that made them so dangerous on the surface of a planet.

Like a line of dots, a salvo of blue energy bolts broke on the shields of the Daedalus. The Wraiths were enraged by their losses and damages and threw all their strength into battle.


"Space battle?"

Hakuno pointed to the screen.

Hutchinson blinked a little surprised by the way the young Japanese woman spoke.

"Yes, the Daedalus is facing a Wraith's Hive ship."

"Wraith? Hive ship?"

Then Hakuno stopped.

Actually... she knew the Wraith. They were human hybrids. Their ancestors had been horribly transformed after being infected with a retrovirus transmitted by the Iratus bug. These aliens were feeding on the vital energy of humans. They lived in gigantic ships that were warships, colonies, and cities all at once. They used strange biotechnology, their ships were living organisms developed from the DNA of the Iratus bug.

The Last Master of the Moon nodded keenly.

"Yes... Wraith..."

She approached the armament console recognizing it at first glance and fully understanding its operation.

Yet Kishinami did not touch the buttons. The young schoolgirl reached forward.

"Code Cast: Hack!"

A flash of green light came out of the adolescent's palm and briefly wrapped the shooting console.

In the Seraph, Hakuno used this Code Cast to temporarily paralyze an opponent. But in the real world, this Code Cast was mainly used to take control of a computer.

Virtual windows opened and closed at an incredible speed... Hakuno was reading and analyzing information much faster than any human being.

Hutchinson and the other soldier watched her with astonishment.

"How do you do that?"

"I'm a Spiritron Hacker."

The term 'Spiriton' meant nothing to Hutchinson, but he understood that the girl could take control of a computer with a simple gesture of her hand. It was impressive... and disturbing.

Hakuno nodded and squeezed her two hands close to her chest in a prayer-like gesture. Two of Sirius' drone launchers were still capable of firing. However, they were out of ammunition. However, several drone launchers had been destroyed by the Wraiths before having fired all their stock. There was a conveyor tube system to replenish a launcher with the drones of another launcher. Nevertheless, the system was down... due to a software error. This was easy to fix. Within seconds, Kishinami rewrote hundreds of lines of code.

The two drone launchers started firing.

A swarm of vaguely squid-shaped yellowish weapons got out of every launcher. Without having to use a Control Chair, Hakuno guided the drones, sweeping every Dart in a matter of seconds before directing the remaining weapons to the Hive ship.

She had long learned to aim at the weak points of her enemies. Without wasting a single drone against the untouched sections of the Wraith ship, the Last Master targeted the breach created by the nuclear explosion.

Breaking through the interior walls one after the other, the Ancients' weapons made their way to the Main Energy Crystal... the Hive ship's most important generator.

"Done," said Hakuno sighing.


Hutchinson saw the Hive ship disintegrate in a titanic explosion.

There wasn't a minute between the time the teenage girl took control of the armament console and the end of their enemies.

And on top of that...

And on top of that, she gave the impression that it was easy, like some kind of routine.


The white light of an Asgard transporter appeared in the engineering section of the Daedalus. Dr. Lindsey Novak - hugging the ZPM - Hutchinson and the other two soldiers that had boarded the Sirius were back.

Novak smiles at Hermiod, sitting in his big chair, surrounded by computers and screens typical of the technology of his people.

The Asgard was as tall as a 12-year-old child, his asexual body covered with grey skin. His head was too big for his lean body. If his mouth was very small, instead his eyes were huge and completely black, blinking frequently, which gave him a strangely soft look.

"Ah, I see you're okay. Let's connect the ZPM to the energy system."

Losing interest in the conversation between the two engineers, Hutchinson looked around.

"Kishinami? Where is Hakuno Kishinami?"

Hermiod turned to the soldier.

"I beamed her into the brig."

"In the brig? Why?"

Hermiod slowly closed his huge black eyes.

"It's a Replicator."


Hakuno Kishinami was in a small room with only a metal bench and toilet. Two soldiers were facing her. They looked worried and they were holding some sort of weird ray gun. It was an anti-Replicator gun. The weapon created a disruption wave that broke the subspace link that allowed nanites to communicate with each other, reducing the target to a cluster of harmless cells.

"Don't move!"


Milky Way, planet P3S-346

The underground was silent for several million years. All of a sudden there was a noise that any member of the SGC would immediately recognize, it was the sound of a Stargate being activated. In a snap, the first chevron engaged, then the second, and so on until the seventh chevron locked. There was an impressive noise. The Stargate seemed to spit out a liquid wave, which fell back into the ring.

Soft light now bathed the vast room with metal walls decorated with golden pillars and walls covered with inscriptions in the strange writing of the Ancients. This light came from the ring filled with a kind of luminous liquid that gently waved.

Suddenly waves formed in the 'liquid' (the event horizon). Leaving the Stargate, a strange machine on six wheels entered the room. On the back of the machine, there was a mechanical arm finished with a clamp.

The MALP advanced a few meters into the room. Its infrared cameras transmitted an image of the room, stopping for a moment on the DHD to verify that it was functional before filming the inscriptions on the metal walls.

At the same time, the onboard laboratory performed multiple analyses, ensuring that there were no deadly gases in the atmosphere, measuring radioactivity.

After a few minutes, four individuals crossed the Stargate.

The first to go out was a man in military fatigue, and tac-vest. His gray hair was hidden by a shapely cap. He held an FN P-90 in his hand and pointed the gun around him to light the room with the flashlight under the barrel of his gun.

A woman followed him. She was dressed like him. Blonde with short hair, the female officer was pretty but wrinkles appeared on the corner of her eyes. Like her superior, she was looking around the room.

Next to her was a man with brown hair and glasses holding an electric torch. He had no assault rifle but like his comrades, he had at his belt the holster of a Goa'uld's Zat'nik'tel.

The last person to cross the Stargate vortex was not an Earthling but a Jaffa armed with a staff weapon. He had black skin and on his forehead appeared the gold emblem of Apophis, indicating that he was the former First Prime of this false god... now he was a traitor.

Each member of this team wore the SGC crest. Precisely they had the crest of their most famous team, SG-1.


Behind them, the vortex closed and the only visible light left was that of their lamps.

Colonel O'Neill turned to Jackson, busy reading the inscriptions on the walls.

"What does it say, Daniel?"

"The history of this place, why the Stargate is here and not on the surface. In fact, the planet is hostile... well, it was hostile 60 million years ago... P3S-346 is populated by the Luas... sort of a community being, cells with community intelligence. The Ancients colony seems to have had many problems with these Luas."

"Oh? And they don't say where the switch is?"

Daniel could not help smiling.

"Well not at this point in the story, no... maybe on another board."

Somewhat disappointed, Jack O'Neill approached Samantha Carter. The scientist examined the walls and columns.

"Not seen the power switch?"

Like Daniel, Sam smiles.

"No, Colonel, but I'm looking."

Meanwhile, Teal'c had approached the hall entrance. He discovered a large white button on the wall.

"O'Neill! Is that what you're looking for?"

The colonel approached and pressed. There was a click and the room was illuminated.

"Fiat Lux," says Jackson.

Lowering her P-90, Sam approached the DHD to dial the Tau'ri address.

"I return the MALP, we no longer need it."


Turning off his lamp, Daniel continued to read the inscriptions on the panels while O'Neill and Teal'c kept the only entrance.

It was the Jaffa who first heard the footsteps in the corridor. Someone came to them. A light appeared and gradually grew.

A man was walking towards them. He was dressed in Earth's clothing. His pants were black canvas, as was his shirt. He had a buttoned jacket printed with a pattern similar to a leopard coat.

He had big gold earrings that looked like padlocks. Next to him was a light sphere that followed him.

The man was blond and very handsome, but the expression on his face was haughty.

A human?

No, because his eyes were red with vertical pupils like a cat's.

"Uh... hi, how are you?"

The stranger turned for a moment to O'Neill, who had just spoken but did not answer. On the other hand, he had a grimace of disgust when he recognized the image of a snake engraved in gold on Teal'c's forehead...

With his hands in his pockets, the man headed for the Stargate, watching Samantha send the MALP back to Earth through the ring, and nodded.

"An object worthy of my treasure."


Without paying any attention to Daniel trying to talk to him, the blond-haired man turned to the inscriptions.

A kind of golden tear suddenly appeared over his shoulder. An object resembling an eye emerged. Floating above the ground, he went to examine the frescoes.

Daniel retreated to Sam.

"He's completely ignoring us..."

"Yeah, I see that. But at least he doesn't seem aggressive."

Teal'c approached them without saying a word. He seemed tense.

Near the blond hair stranger, a translucent window had appeared.

Daniel frowned as he read the cuneiform inscriptions over the man's shoulder.

"But... it's Sumerian... it's the translation of the text on the walls, but in Sumerian."

When the eye-shaped object had finished translating all the inscriptions in the room, it disappeared. It seemed to dissolve into a golden haze.

The stranger turned to Daniel.

"You! The king commands you to approach!"

Somewhat surprised, the archaeologist obeys.

"What can I do for you... uh... Your Majesty?"

"I'm looking for something. I've been following a trace of energy but... I've lost track of it. This place emits the same kind of energy."

The stranger spoke with visible repugnance. It was apparent that he did not like to talk about his problems... or simply admit that he could not solve a problem alone. He was obviously very arrogant.

Until then, the 'King' had not been aggressive, but he seemed capable of bringing out all kinds of useful objects from the golden tears... objects and probably weapons.

"My name is Daniel Jackson, I'm an archaeologist. Samantha Carter is an astrophysicist and engineer, and Teal'c has visited many planets. Maybe we can help? As Jack pointed at himself in a puzzling manner, Jackson smiled"... Oh and Colonel O'Neill is our leader."

"Thanks for remembering, Daniel."

"But you're welcome, Jack, that's what friends are for." He turned to the stranger who had watched them chat with a scowl. "And may I ask you who you are, Your Majesty?"

The stranger knocked his head back, one hand on his forehead. Inexplicably, he began to laugh.

"Ah, the stupidity of humans... their lack of memory will always amuse me... how can you not recognize the one and only king? I am Gilgamesh!"


Samantha, Jack, and Teal'c watched the Oldest King without reacting, but Daniel knew almost all the mythologies.

"The King of Uruk? The son of the Goddess Rimat-Ninsun?"

Gilgamesh replied only with an arrogant smile.

"Daniel, have you ever met in a pub?"

Despite the situation, Jackson smiled at O'Neill.

"No, but I know him by reputation... he's a king who ruled in Mesopotamia 5,000 years ago." Daniel hesitated for a moment and chose to speak diplomatically... insulting Gilgamesh as a 'tyrant' could be very dangerous. "He protected humanity from the gods. It was a descendant of Utnapishtim who built the ark that allowed humans and animals to survive the deluge that the gods had unleashed to drown the humanity they found too noisy."

"Are you talking about Noah's Ark?"

"Noah is indeed his name in Hebrew. But the Mesopotamian legend is two thousand years prior to the writing of the Bible."

"Ah?"

Gilgamesh had listened without intervening but he was annoyed again. He always seemed bored, annoyed, or contemptuous, passing from one emotion to another in an instant, an unstable and therefore dangerous individual. Daniel turned to him, speaking as politely as possible.

"Your Majesty, you said you were looking for something."

"No... I'm looking for someone. Her name is Hakuno Kishinami and she's in a place with the same technology as here."

With his hand, Gilgamesh pointed to several consoles lined up along a wall.

Samantha Carter answered the Sumerian king.

"Your Majesty, the Ancients are the creators of this technology and even the Stargate." She pointed to the Naqadah ring behind them. "Their people colonized the entire Milky Way 70 million years ago before disappearing because of a disease, ten million years later. The survivors immigrated to the Pegasus galaxy but were massacred by the Wraiths 10,000 years ago."

Daniel frowned.

"Hakuno... Kishinami... is that it?" As Gilgamesh answered with a simple nod, the archaeologist took the floor again. "Excuse me, Your Majesty, but it's a Japanese name." A new nod from the King of Heroes.

After hesitation, Gilgamesh added a few words: "She is a teenager with caramel-colored hair and eyes. Hakuno must be sixteen years old. She hardly speaks, and rarely showed emotion, but she is sensitive and very intelligent. Without the King's protection, Hakuno is in danger."

Daniel and Jack exchanged a quick glance. They knew what it was like to be separated from a loved one... Sha're and Ska'ra had been kidnapped by Apophis and used as hosts for Goa'uld parasites.

But it was Sam who spoke.

"This may be difficult, Your Majesty. The Ancients have colonized most of the galaxy, there are billions of planets they have occupied, and there must be traces of their technology that survived until now on several thousand worlds."

Before the astrophysicist could add a word, Teal'c called the head of SG-1 from the corridor.

"O'Neill, someone is approaching."

Suddenly, the former Apophis' First Prime raised an eyebrow. In an electric crackle, the oval end of his Ma'Tok staff opened. Shooting several times, Teal'c manages to hurt a newcomer.

The response came in the form of plasma projectiles in the shape of a golden ball characteristic of Goa'uld staff weapons.

The other three SG-1 members joined the hallway entrance to help their friend, almost completely forgetting Gilgamesh.

Carter and O'Neill fired a few short bursts toward the Jaffas, who were advancing, sheltering behind the golden pillars of the corridor. The bullets sparkled on the chainmail of two aliens and killed them.

Several plasma shots responded, forcing the two Air Force officers to take shelter. Teal'c hit a Jaffa in the chest. The Alien fell to the ground, his chest replaced by a smoking hole.

Nevertheless, a Jaffa ran towards them.

Daniel stood up and pressed the trigger of his Zat twice. Wrapped in electric shocks, the Goa'uld soldier died a few steps away.

Taking a look at the dead man's forehead, Jackson recognized the sign of the 'god' the Jaffa had served.

"Ba'al!"


Author's note: here the casting is almost entirely unveiled (finally Ba'al will appear in the next episode).


(1) Radio code used to indicate to allies that a passive radar-guided missile has just been fired.

(2) Target eliminated.