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"Understand this, there was once an alliance of four great races in the galaxy; the Asgaard, the Nox, the Furlings and the Ancients." ~Quote from The Fifth Race. This story is an idea as to who the Furlings are and what happened to them.
Furlings: Catacombs
Slowly, the group descended into the darkness of the catacombs that lay beneath the temple. The caves were dark and narrow and they all sloped down. The walls were bare. There were no markings, no writings, no sign that anyone other than themselves had ever walked this path. The light from Kazak's torch barely lit the space so SG-1 took out their standard issue flashlights to brighten the darkness, but in the narrow passages, they were of little use. They moved in silence, everyone tense in the darkness. Col. O'Neill let his free hand slide around the handle of his P-90, it made him feel more comfortable in the darkness. They walked deeper and deeper until finally, they reached a room.
Kazak entered the small room and held his torch high, illuminating the decorated walls. Every inch of all four walls was covered in symbols and pictures. SG-1 stared, unable to understand anything that was in front of them. Daniel was the first to speak.
"I recognize this." He began. "This writing is the same kind as what we found at the Heliopolis."
"Heliopolis?" Kazak asked. "The meeting place? Yes, this writing is there."
"But this writing is different than the kind in the cave."
"Yes. This is our ancient script, used only for writing of gravely important events."
"What does it say?"
"It is the beginning of a story, one I tell you in confidence. You know some of it already, but it begins before you realize. Tell me what you know of the Great Alliance."
"The Great Alliance was a meeting between the four great races at the time, the Ancients, the Asgaard, the Nox and the Furlings. They met and discussed and left a wealth of information behind." Daniel shortened everything he thought he knew into a few brief sentences.
"What do you know of the fifth race?" Kazak asked staring toward the elaborate wall instead of his companions.
"The Asgaard told me we had a chance of becoming the fifth race." O'Neill said as he remembered his first meeting, face to face with an Asgaard.
"So you know nothing of the original fifth race?" When Kazak finished speaking, his companions looked at him inquisitively. "I see. Then we will begin there." He took a step to his left and brought his torch close to the wall. He lit a section of text, mouthed the words silently to himself then began the story.
"Long ago, five great races came together. These five stood out because of their great abilities. A shaky truce was formed and the five races finally spoke on even terms after generations of bloodshed. The five races planned a great summit, where they would carve a new path for themselves. Together they would grow and learn. The truce was uneasy, each side testing their relationships with the others and looking for sincerity in which to trust." Kazak paused and took another step to his left, illuminating another section of wall. A picture stood in the center of the mural, a pentagon with a symbol set beside each side of the figure.
"Only weeks before the summit, the fifth race, the Shodan revealed their true intentions. They could no longer keep themselves hidden. It was discovered they sought only power and dominance over all the lesser races in the galaxy. The other four races would not allow such evil within the alliance and the Shodan backed down, only to declare war."
"With their greater number and baffling number of troops, the Shodan struck hard and the four remaining races banned together to fight back. The Nox, pacifists by their very nature could not bring themselves to fight, instead they defended all our planets. The Asgaard, always technologically superior, built new weapons and devices to battle with. The Furlings with their bruit strength fought on the front lines, implementing the Asgaard weaponry. And the Ancients brought us all together, they formed the strategies and kept us all at peace."
"The war was long with heavy casualties on both sides. After years of ceaseless fighting, the tides of the war slowly turned, as the Furlings pushed the Shodan back. Even though many Furlings died, more Shodan did. When the Shodan were backed into a corner, they became very resourceful. Sensing their end was near, they developed a deadly virus that would kill their greatest enemy, the Furling warriors, who struck down their men by the thousand on the battlefield. When the Shodan were finally done their weapon, they set to fire it, but they were to late. The Asgaard had been faster and launched the final crippling blow not hours before the Shodan were to launch."
"With the battles finally over, only three Shodan generals remained. The Furlings were intent on a full victory, as were the Asgaard, but the Nox would not sentence an entire race to extinction. So the three Shodan were castaway and marooned on a far off planet."
"When peace was restored and the pieces of civilization put back together for the four races, they realized the war had brought them amazingly close together. A summit was called, and the four races formed the Great Alliance."
Kazak lowered his torch and walked toward the exit. He passed under the arch and waited for his company to catch up. Again they walked down the dark tunnels, but this time not in silence, because Daniel would not allow it.
"What happen to the Shodan?"
"All in good time, be patient, there is much more to tell." Daniel kept asking questions until finally the colonel silenced him. They walked until they reached another room, decorated in much the same way. Kazak again held his torch high and began to speak.
"The years that followed the formation of the Great Alliance were prosperous for the four races. Each race lived how they wanted to, developing how they wanted to. The Nox developed a technologically advance society, before returning to the beauty of nature." Kazak held his torch up and pictures, definitely carved with a claw were brought out of the shadows. There were some pictures that must have been the Nox, surrounded by technology on one side, and trees on the other. Beside that picture was one of the Asgaard, both in their now frail state, and their old human-like state, surrounded by technology. "The Asgaard grew and flourished and constantly developed new technologies. The Ancients, as you know them, built and modified the Stargate before bidding us all farewell." The Ancients were symbolized in the etching of the Stargate on the walls.
Kazak turned and illuminated the wall behind him. "The Furlings had the most trouble in the years after the great war. Our population was never very big, a few million at it's peek before the war. The fighting had devastated our numbers, dragging us almost to extinction, that was why the Asgaard had developed their final weapon. We slowly recovered, over a great deal of time and with help from our allies. The Furlings never wanted technology. We were satisfied with what we had, our natural weapons and natural way of life. However, some of us did resort to technology and great achievements were made. The greatest of which was in the field of genetics." Kazak moved his torch to illuminate a carved triple helix of DNA.
"The Furlings developed such an amazing knowledge of our own genetic code that we soon began to manipulate our DNA. Not long after birth, a child would have their DNA fixed, flaws would be improved and a child would grow up to be the best our DNA could offer. We made our DNA perfect in every case. However, individuality was never touched, personalities were never changed, only physical attributes." Kazak lowered his torch and left the room, SG-1 followed quickly and they entered the tunnels again.
After half an hour of walking, they came to a third room. Inside, the walls were again etched, but not completely, vast sections were blank and many parts were unfinished. Kazak approached the wall and stared intently at it, before continuing. "About two hundred and fifty of your years ago, we discovered the problem the Asgaard's cloning had caused. We had not developed in any fields but genetics and immediately set out to help our allies. Our scientists worked long and hard for over a decade to help find an answer. One day, there was a lab accident. A Furling and an Asgaard were both injured. The frail Asgaard recovered very quickly, but the strong Furling uncharacteristically did not. After the minor accident, he was dead in a few days. Everyone was baffled when other Furlings began dying in the same matter as the first. People became very ill, and died weeks later. No one knew what was happening." Kazak's voice died very suddenly as he tried to control himself. He took many deep breaths before finding the strength to continue.
"About two hundred years ago, the reason was discovered. After extensive work we found that it was the work of the Shodan. Eons before, we thought we had struck first, but they had managed to deploy their weapon. The Asgaard had become infected, but the virus only sat within their DNA, dormant, and waited. The cloning process allowed the masked virus to be copied and live on through the years. It sat waiting for contact with its target, the Furlings. The lab accident had caused Asgaard blood to come into contact with Furling blood. After the first infection, the virus became airborne. No Furling was safe." Kazak hung his head as they left the room.
The group walked down the tunnels until they came to a large room. It's true size was masked by the mist that was rising all around them. Kazak entered the room confidently and stood about ten feet inside the room. When SG-1 went to take their first step Carter's shouting stopped them. "Sir! Mist is water vapor! It could be deadly!"
Colonel O'Neill stopped just short of entering the mist and looked toward Kazak. "What now?"
"It is safe. It is merely an illusion." Kazak said as he swirled his hand and the mist around it swirled too. SG-1 carefully entered and then stood behind Kazak. Kazak went to take a step forward when an earsplitting roar echoed off the walls of the room. SG-1 looked toward Kazak who was silent. Colonel O'Neill grabbed for his P-90 and Carter did the same as Teal'c prepared his staff. Kazak raised a hand to make sure they didn't fire. SG-1 kept their weapons trained on the mist and the two figures that emerged.
Please Review! Thanks!
Thanks in advance for glancing in the direction of my story. I'm hoping for reviews. I'll keep going, putting up new chapters as often as I can. I'll go faster if people tell me they like it. ^_^
"Understand this, there was once an alliance of four great races in the galaxy; the Asgaard, the Nox, the Furlings and the Ancients." ~Quote from The Fifth Race. This story is an idea as to who the Furlings are and what happened to them.
Furlings: Catacombs
Slowly, the group descended into the darkness of the catacombs that lay beneath the temple. The caves were dark and narrow and they all sloped down. The walls were bare. There were no markings, no writings, no sign that anyone other than themselves had ever walked this path. The light from Kazak's torch barely lit the space so SG-1 took out their standard issue flashlights to brighten the darkness, but in the narrow passages, they were of little use. They moved in silence, everyone tense in the darkness. Col. O'Neill let his free hand slide around the handle of his P-90, it made him feel more comfortable in the darkness. They walked deeper and deeper until finally, they reached a room.
Kazak entered the small room and held his torch high, illuminating the decorated walls. Every inch of all four walls was covered in symbols and pictures. SG-1 stared, unable to understand anything that was in front of them. Daniel was the first to speak.
"I recognize this." He began. "This writing is the same kind as what we found at the Heliopolis."
"Heliopolis?" Kazak asked. "The meeting place? Yes, this writing is there."
"But this writing is different than the kind in the cave."
"Yes. This is our ancient script, used only for writing of gravely important events."
"What does it say?"
"It is the beginning of a story, one I tell you in confidence. You know some of it already, but it begins before you realize. Tell me what you know of the Great Alliance."
"The Great Alliance was a meeting between the four great races at the time, the Ancients, the Asgaard, the Nox and the Furlings. They met and discussed and left a wealth of information behind." Daniel shortened everything he thought he knew into a few brief sentences.
"What do you know of the fifth race?" Kazak asked staring toward the elaborate wall instead of his companions.
"The Asgaard told me we had a chance of becoming the fifth race." O'Neill said as he remembered his first meeting, face to face with an Asgaard.
"So you know nothing of the original fifth race?" When Kazak finished speaking, his companions looked at him inquisitively. "I see. Then we will begin there." He took a step to his left and brought his torch close to the wall. He lit a section of text, mouthed the words silently to himself then began the story.
"Long ago, five great races came together. These five stood out because of their great abilities. A shaky truce was formed and the five races finally spoke on even terms after generations of bloodshed. The five races planned a great summit, where they would carve a new path for themselves. Together they would grow and learn. The truce was uneasy, each side testing their relationships with the others and looking for sincerity in which to trust." Kazak paused and took another step to his left, illuminating another section of wall. A picture stood in the center of the mural, a pentagon with a symbol set beside each side of the figure.
"Only weeks before the summit, the fifth race, the Shodan revealed their true intentions. They could no longer keep themselves hidden. It was discovered they sought only power and dominance over all the lesser races in the galaxy. The other four races would not allow such evil within the alliance and the Shodan backed down, only to declare war."
"With their greater number and baffling number of troops, the Shodan struck hard and the four remaining races banned together to fight back. The Nox, pacifists by their very nature could not bring themselves to fight, instead they defended all our planets. The Asgaard, always technologically superior, built new weapons and devices to battle with. The Furlings with their bruit strength fought on the front lines, implementing the Asgaard weaponry. And the Ancients brought us all together, they formed the strategies and kept us all at peace."
"The war was long with heavy casualties on both sides. After years of ceaseless fighting, the tides of the war slowly turned, as the Furlings pushed the Shodan back. Even though many Furlings died, more Shodan did. When the Shodan were backed into a corner, they became very resourceful. Sensing their end was near, they developed a deadly virus that would kill their greatest enemy, the Furling warriors, who struck down their men by the thousand on the battlefield. When the Shodan were finally done their weapon, they set to fire it, but they were to late. The Asgaard had been faster and launched the final crippling blow not hours before the Shodan were to launch."
"With the battles finally over, only three Shodan generals remained. The Furlings were intent on a full victory, as were the Asgaard, but the Nox would not sentence an entire race to extinction. So the three Shodan were castaway and marooned on a far off planet."
"When peace was restored and the pieces of civilization put back together for the four races, they realized the war had brought them amazingly close together. A summit was called, and the four races formed the Great Alliance."
Kazak lowered his torch and walked toward the exit. He passed under the arch and waited for his company to catch up. Again they walked down the dark tunnels, but this time not in silence, because Daniel would not allow it.
"What happen to the Shodan?"
"All in good time, be patient, there is much more to tell." Daniel kept asking questions until finally the colonel silenced him. They walked until they reached another room, decorated in much the same way. Kazak again held his torch high and began to speak.
"The years that followed the formation of the Great Alliance were prosperous for the four races. Each race lived how they wanted to, developing how they wanted to. The Nox developed a technologically advance society, before returning to the beauty of nature." Kazak held his torch up and pictures, definitely carved with a claw were brought out of the shadows. There were some pictures that must have been the Nox, surrounded by technology on one side, and trees on the other. Beside that picture was one of the Asgaard, both in their now frail state, and their old human-like state, surrounded by technology. "The Asgaard grew and flourished and constantly developed new technologies. The Ancients, as you know them, built and modified the Stargate before bidding us all farewell." The Ancients were symbolized in the etching of the Stargate on the walls.
Kazak turned and illuminated the wall behind him. "The Furlings had the most trouble in the years after the great war. Our population was never very big, a few million at it's peek before the war. The fighting had devastated our numbers, dragging us almost to extinction, that was why the Asgaard had developed their final weapon. We slowly recovered, over a great deal of time and with help from our allies. The Furlings never wanted technology. We were satisfied with what we had, our natural weapons and natural way of life. However, some of us did resort to technology and great achievements were made. The greatest of which was in the field of genetics." Kazak moved his torch to illuminate a carved triple helix of DNA.
"The Furlings developed such an amazing knowledge of our own genetic code that we soon began to manipulate our DNA. Not long after birth, a child would have their DNA fixed, flaws would be improved and a child would grow up to be the best our DNA could offer. We made our DNA perfect in every case. However, individuality was never touched, personalities were never changed, only physical attributes." Kazak lowered his torch and left the room, SG-1 followed quickly and they entered the tunnels again.
After half an hour of walking, they came to a third room. Inside, the walls were again etched, but not completely, vast sections were blank and many parts were unfinished. Kazak approached the wall and stared intently at it, before continuing. "About two hundred and fifty of your years ago, we discovered the problem the Asgaard's cloning had caused. We had not developed in any fields but genetics and immediately set out to help our allies. Our scientists worked long and hard for over a decade to help find an answer. One day, there was a lab accident. A Furling and an Asgaard were both injured. The frail Asgaard recovered very quickly, but the strong Furling uncharacteristically did not. After the minor accident, he was dead in a few days. Everyone was baffled when other Furlings began dying in the same matter as the first. People became very ill, and died weeks later. No one knew what was happening." Kazak's voice died very suddenly as he tried to control himself. He took many deep breaths before finding the strength to continue.
"About two hundred years ago, the reason was discovered. After extensive work we found that it was the work of the Shodan. Eons before, we thought we had struck first, but they had managed to deploy their weapon. The Asgaard had become infected, but the virus only sat within their DNA, dormant, and waited. The cloning process allowed the masked virus to be copied and live on through the years. It sat waiting for contact with its target, the Furlings. The lab accident had caused Asgaard blood to come into contact with Furling blood. After the first infection, the virus became airborne. No Furling was safe." Kazak hung his head as they left the room.
The group walked down the tunnels until they came to a large room. It's true size was masked by the mist that was rising all around them. Kazak entered the room confidently and stood about ten feet inside the room. When SG-1 went to take their first step Carter's shouting stopped them. "Sir! Mist is water vapor! It could be deadly!"
Colonel O'Neill stopped just short of entering the mist and looked toward Kazak. "What now?"
"It is safe. It is merely an illusion." Kazak said as he swirled his hand and the mist around it swirled too. SG-1 carefully entered and then stood behind Kazak. Kazak went to take a step forward when an earsplitting roar echoed off the walls of the room. SG-1 looked toward Kazak who was silent. Colonel O'Neill grabbed for his P-90 and Carter did the same as Teal'c prepared his staff. Kazak raised a hand to make sure they didn't fire. SG-1 kept their weapons trained on the mist and the two figures that emerged.
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