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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: Guardians
SG-1 watched as the two figures moved toward them in the mist. When they finally stopped their approach, they were only about fifteen feet away, but the mist that shrouded them kept the details of their appearances vague. The two creatures appeared to be Furlings. They were blue and had the same general build as Kazak. The main difference between their guide and these two figures was the way they were dressed. The two figures were both clad in silver armor. They both wore sturdy breastplates with spikes jutting out from their shoulder pads. They also both wore spiked kneepads and gauntlets that covered their hands, but left their claws perfectly exposed. The helmets they wore were different. One had a helm that covered his entire head and most of his neck, leaving an opening for his face and two other openings on top for his ears to poke through. There were also two elaborately decorated wings on his helm. The others' helm was much less detailed, it had the same shape but no wings.
The figures stood for a moment, staring hard at the intruders, then finally, one spoke. The one with the winged helm snarled and growled at Kazak with a ferocity in his voice that seemed to shake the stone walls.
Kazak responded in English to the sentinel that stood before him because he knew the guard would respond to him in whatever language he spoke. Also, he was unwilling to translate the entire conversation to his companions. "I am Kazak, son of Kaz and Yayak."
The same guardian responded to Kazak, in English. "Step forward and be recognized!" Kazak did as he was told while SG-1 waited patiently. After a few seconds, the guardian spoke again. "You may pass." After a brief pause, the guardians looked toward SG-1. They both scowled, then flexed their claws, allowing them to glisten in the torch light. "You are not welcome here! Leave now or suffer as enemies!"
Col. O'Neill almost took a step back, the figures before him were rather intimidating, but he refused to move. He looked toward Kazak who had begun speaking in response to the threat of the guardians.
"They are friends of the Furlings and allies of the Great Alliance. They are my guests and I expect them to be treated as such." Kazak spoke with such conviction, the guardians appeared shocked for a moment. Then they turned and looked intently toward the intruders.
"Who enters this sacred place?"
Kazak looked back toward his companions as if prompting them to speak. O'Neill caught the glance and spoke up first. "I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill." O'Neill said. Kazak looked at him and prompted for more. "...of Earth."
Following her commanding officer's example, Carter introduced herself. "Major Samantha Carter of Earth."
"Doctor Daniel Jackson of Earth."
"Teal'c of Chulak."
The guardians watched the group for a moment, then the one with the winged helm spoke. "Then step forward and be recognized." Kazak gestured for the group to take a step forward, which they did. When they were slightly closer to the guardians, they could see that they both wore stern and lifeless expressions on their faces. SG-1 waited for whatever would come next. O'Neill waited impatiently as he fidgeted with the grip on his gun. He suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation throughout his entire body. He looked around quickly and saw expressions on his team's faces that said they felt the same thing. Before he could say anything, the guardian spoke again.
"This one bares an enemy." He began as he pointed one clawed finger toward Teal'c. "Yet you call him friend?" He asked Kazak.
"Yes."
"Then let it be so. These four may be free to enter this place as long as they be with you. Now tread softly, for you enter sacred ground." When he was done speaking, the two Furlings disappeared and the fog slowly did the same, revealing a large arched exit in front of them. Kazak spoke before they continued.
"They were illusions as well, but they make excellent guardians. They scanned your DNA, so you can be recognized if you ever return." After he spoke the approached the arch, when they all stood below it, they gasped at what they saw. Before them was a great hall that stretched farther then they could see. Along both walls were coffin shaped vessels that rested with the head against the wall and the feet toward the aisle that passed through the great hall. Each coffin-like vessel had a panel at it's foot with some colored lights on it and at the head on the wall above each one was a unique inscription. As Kazak slowly walked, he finished the story.
"No cure could be found for the deadly virus. It attacked our perfect genetic code with ease. The Furling were becoming extinct. The Asgaard came up with this solution, all the remaining Furling were placed in a sleep state called status. With only a few thousand of us left, this great hall was set up, where they could rest together, relying on our allies to find a cure." Kazak's voice was dying on him, each word he could barely force out, but he continued, no longer attempting to hide the sadness in his voice. "I was only a few days old when the virus swept through our tribe. My DNA was still flawed. Somehow, I managed to survive and when the Asgaard arrived to implement their solution, they found me. Because I was still healthy, they kept me with them, and raised me like family."
The group walked in silence, realizing for the first time how alone Kazak was. They walked down the aisle slowly, passing over a hundred status chambers before stopping. Every chamber had appeared the exact same in the dim torch light but the two they stopped in front of had a heart wrenching difference. Between the two was a chair and on the wall was a bouquet of long dead rose-like flowers. Kazak walked up between the two and stared down through the thick glass plate that was above the head in each chamber. He looked up and read the name that was above it on the wall. "Kaz, son of Raz and Kek." He turned around and read the name above the chamber behind him. "Yayak, daughter of Yay and Frolek."
"Your parents." Daniel whispered.
"My family."
Colonel O'Neill took a few more steps down the aisle and saw beside the two chambers that Kazak stood between, a chamber that looked different. He approached and saw why it was different. "This one's empty."
Daniel stepped toward it and looked intently at the writing above it. Using the little bit of Furling language he understood, he manage to match the symbols and could read the words. "... Son of Kaz and Yayak. This one is yours."
Kazak looked toward Daniel intently and then looked away before he answered. "Yes. The Asgaard built it in case I decide I want to enter status so I can be with my people."
"But you don't..." Daniel assumed.
"No!" Kazak shouted. "I want to be with my people... but I can do more for them if I stay among the living." Kazak sighed, then turned and placed his torch in a holder on the wall. He turned back to the chamber in front of him and gently placed his hands on the cover as he stared down at his mother through the glass. Col. O'Neill decided to give him a few minutes and motioned for his team to do the same.
Carter approached the chamber Kazak stood beside, and stood on the other side so she could gaze upon the face under the glass. She concentrated on the serene blue face for a few moments until her concentration was broken by the sight of a teardrop that hit the glass before her. She looked up in time to see Kazak turning his back to her and raising a hand to his face.
"Kazak, are you OK?" She asked quietly.
"I'm fine." His voice quivered as he answered. Hearing this blatant lie, Col. O'Neill couldn't help but speak up.
"No, you're not. This would be tough on anyone, especially a kid."
"I'm fine!" Kazak shot back then took a few steps away from the group. He stopped and with his back still toward them, he spoke again. "I been here dozens of times. I've read every name, gazed upon every face, but I still don't know a single one of them." Kazak sighed and hugged his shoulders as if to comfort himself in the quiet hall.
"Are we done here?" O'Neill asked, anxious to get out of the living cemetery and not wanting to see the kid suffer anymore.
"Yes, there is but one thing you do not know." Kazak turned back to his companions then went to retrieve his torch. "Over the countless years that the alliance ignored the Shodan, they grew in number as they devolved. The three living generals had offspring and began their society once again. In a way much fitting to the Shodan, their entire history was lost when the oldest of the children slayed the three generals. At that point, the entire history of the war was lost to them, and they slowly began to believe that that oldest child was the first of there kind. To this day, they still live and fester in this galaxy, but now under a new name. A name you know quite well, the Goa'uld."
"What?" O'Neill exclaimed. "You're telling me the Goa'uld, the parasitic little scavengers, are actually the Shodan?"
"The Shodan were never technologically advanced, they were always very resourceful however. The Goa'uld you know today are only a shadow of what they once were. They devolved into what you now see today." With that Kazak lead the team back toward the arch and past the once mist filled room.
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: Guardians
SG-1 watched as the two figures moved toward them in the mist. When they finally stopped their approach, they were only about fifteen feet away, but the mist that shrouded them kept the details of their appearances vague. The two creatures appeared to be Furlings. They were blue and had the same general build as Kazak. The main difference between their guide and these two figures was the way they were dressed. The two figures were both clad in silver armor. They both wore sturdy breastplates with spikes jutting out from their shoulder pads. They also both wore spiked kneepads and gauntlets that covered their hands, but left their claws perfectly exposed. The helmets they wore were different. One had a helm that covered his entire head and most of his neck, leaving an opening for his face and two other openings on top for his ears to poke through. There were also two elaborately decorated wings on his helm. The others' helm was much less detailed, it had the same shape but no wings.
The figures stood for a moment, staring hard at the intruders, then finally, one spoke. The one with the winged helm snarled and growled at Kazak with a ferocity in his voice that seemed to shake the stone walls.
Kazak responded in English to the sentinel that stood before him because he knew the guard would respond to him in whatever language he spoke. Also, he was unwilling to translate the entire conversation to his companions. "I am Kazak, son of Kaz and Yayak."
The same guardian responded to Kazak, in English. "Step forward and be recognized!" Kazak did as he was told while SG-1 waited patiently. After a few seconds, the guardian spoke again. "You may pass." After a brief pause, the guardians looked toward SG-1. They both scowled, then flexed their claws, allowing them to glisten in the torch light. "You are not welcome here! Leave now or suffer as enemies!"
Col. O'Neill almost took a step back, the figures before him were rather intimidating, but he refused to move. He looked toward Kazak who had begun speaking in response to the threat of the guardians.
"They are friends of the Furlings and allies of the Great Alliance. They are my guests and I expect them to be treated as such." Kazak spoke with such conviction, the guardians appeared shocked for a moment. Then they turned and looked intently toward the intruders.
"Who enters this sacred place?"
Kazak looked back toward his companions as if prompting them to speak. O'Neill caught the glance and spoke up first. "I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill." O'Neill said. Kazak looked at him and prompted for more. "...of Earth."
Following her commanding officer's example, Carter introduced herself. "Major Samantha Carter of Earth."
"Doctor Daniel Jackson of Earth."
"Teal'c of Chulak."
The guardians watched the group for a moment, then the one with the winged helm spoke. "Then step forward and be recognized." Kazak gestured for the group to take a step forward, which they did. When they were slightly closer to the guardians, they could see that they both wore stern and lifeless expressions on their faces. SG-1 waited for whatever would come next. O'Neill waited impatiently as he fidgeted with the grip on his gun. He suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation throughout his entire body. He looked around quickly and saw expressions on his team's faces that said they felt the same thing. Before he could say anything, the guardian spoke again.
"This one bares an enemy." He began as he pointed one clawed finger toward Teal'c. "Yet you call him friend?" He asked Kazak.
"Yes."
"Then let it be so. These four may be free to enter this place as long as they be with you. Now tread softly, for you enter sacred ground." When he was done speaking, the two Furlings disappeared and the fog slowly did the same, revealing a large arched exit in front of them. Kazak spoke before they continued.
"They were illusions as well, but they make excellent guardians. They scanned your DNA, so you can be recognized if you ever return." After he spoke the approached the arch, when they all stood below it, they gasped at what they saw. Before them was a great hall that stretched farther then they could see. Along both walls were coffin shaped vessels that rested with the head against the wall and the feet toward the aisle that passed through the great hall. Each coffin-like vessel had a panel at it's foot with some colored lights on it and at the head on the wall above each one was a unique inscription. As Kazak slowly walked, he finished the story.
"No cure could be found for the deadly virus. It attacked our perfect genetic code with ease. The Furling were becoming extinct. The Asgaard came up with this solution, all the remaining Furling were placed in a sleep state called status. With only a few thousand of us left, this great hall was set up, where they could rest together, relying on our allies to find a cure." Kazak's voice was dying on him, each word he could barely force out, but he continued, no longer attempting to hide the sadness in his voice. "I was only a few days old when the virus swept through our tribe. My DNA was still flawed. Somehow, I managed to survive and when the Asgaard arrived to implement their solution, they found me. Because I was still healthy, they kept me with them, and raised me like family."
The group walked in silence, realizing for the first time how alone Kazak was. They walked down the aisle slowly, passing over a hundred status chambers before stopping. Every chamber had appeared the exact same in the dim torch light but the two they stopped in front of had a heart wrenching difference. Between the two was a chair and on the wall was a bouquet of long dead rose-like flowers. Kazak walked up between the two and stared down through the thick glass plate that was above the head in each chamber. He looked up and read the name that was above it on the wall. "Kaz, son of Raz and Kek." He turned around and read the name above the chamber behind him. "Yayak, daughter of Yay and Frolek."
"Your parents." Daniel whispered.
"My family."
Colonel O'Neill took a few more steps down the aisle and saw beside the two chambers that Kazak stood between, a chamber that looked different. He approached and saw why it was different. "This one's empty."
Daniel stepped toward it and looked intently at the writing above it. Using the little bit of Furling language he understood, he manage to match the symbols and could read the words. "... Son of Kaz and Yayak. This one is yours."
Kazak looked toward Daniel intently and then looked away before he answered. "Yes. The Asgaard built it in case I decide I want to enter status so I can be with my people."
"But you don't..." Daniel assumed.
"No!" Kazak shouted. "I want to be with my people... but I can do more for them if I stay among the living." Kazak sighed, then turned and placed his torch in a holder on the wall. He turned back to the chamber in front of him and gently placed his hands on the cover as he stared down at his mother through the glass. Col. O'Neill decided to give him a few minutes and motioned for his team to do the same.
Carter approached the chamber Kazak stood beside, and stood on the other side so she could gaze upon the face under the glass. She concentrated on the serene blue face for a few moments until her concentration was broken by the sight of a teardrop that hit the glass before her. She looked up in time to see Kazak turning his back to her and raising a hand to his face.
"Kazak, are you OK?" She asked quietly.
"I'm fine." His voice quivered as he answered. Hearing this blatant lie, Col. O'Neill couldn't help but speak up.
"No, you're not. This would be tough on anyone, especially a kid."
"I'm fine!" Kazak shot back then took a few steps away from the group. He stopped and with his back still toward them, he spoke again. "I been here dozens of times. I've read every name, gazed upon every face, but I still don't know a single one of them." Kazak sighed and hugged his shoulders as if to comfort himself in the quiet hall.
"Are we done here?" O'Neill asked, anxious to get out of the living cemetery and not wanting to see the kid suffer anymore.
"Yes, there is but one thing you do not know." Kazak turned back to his companions then went to retrieve his torch. "Over the countless years that the alliance ignored the Shodan, they grew in number as they devolved. The three living generals had offspring and began their society once again. In a way much fitting to the Shodan, their entire history was lost when the oldest of the children slayed the three generals. At that point, the entire history of the war was lost to them, and they slowly began to believe that that oldest child was the first of there kind. To this day, they still live and fester in this galaxy, but now under a new name. A name you know quite well, the Goa'uld."
"What?" O'Neill exclaimed. "You're telling me the Goa'uld, the parasitic little scavengers, are actually the Shodan?"
"The Shodan were never technologically advanced, they were always very resourceful however. The Goa'uld you know today are only a shadow of what they once were. They devolved into what you now see today." With that Kazak lead the team back toward the arch and past the once mist filled room.
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