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Authors Note: This is my second fanfic and it is based on the same universe as my first one entitled Stargate Secrets. It takes place one year and eight months prior to the beginning of Stargate Secrets. You do not have to read Stargate Secrets to enjoy this story though I would hope you would read it as together they make one huge story with this story being a tangent of the other. For those of you who do read my other story you may notice that it touches briefly and with much less detail on some events that happen in this story. I am going to try to give you different points of view when the same situation is discussed. Any variations from cannon and time frame are purely accidental and my fault as I have not seen all the episodes of Stargate SG-1 yet. This is somewhat of a prequel to Stargate Secrets but does not involve SG-1 or many characters at the SGC. I am aware there are many wonderful books out there about mars colonization and many true data sites about mars I will try to stick as close to facts as possible however if you think I'm totally off my rocker about a technical fact or process kindly let me know.
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The Mighty Quinn
Chapter 1: Director Quinn
Planet: Langara
Nation: Kelowna
Earth Date: June 2nd 2003
Langaran Time: Midnight
The glass bulbs that illuminated the gate room gave no quarter as they glared brightly in his eyes. He squinted slightly and fervently wished for the florescent lighting he had gotten so used to. His wool fiber suit kept him warm enough even as deeply buried in the cold depths of Langara as they were. He watched the room fill up with important looking people all taking seats faceing the podium that had been placed in front of the Stargate. First Minister, Thomas Garin was there as well as half the military's top-level advisors and strategist. He thought back over the time that had passed since his return to Kelowna.
Since returning to Langara and thus Kelowna he had spent most of his time relating information he had picked up on Earth. Weather patterns and how to keep track of them, efficient power sources, and the surprisingly useful concept of Velcro. For six months he had been given free reign of a laboratory and staff to suit his needs. All that was asked was that he produce, and produce he did.
Just after the sixth month they began to push him for information regarding weapons and other military technology. At this point he began to lessen his production and repeatedly refused to produce devices to kill. It was this refusal to comply with those who wished military might that earned him a 1-month isolation from the Langaran Stargate program and the loss of his research facilities.
He contacted those in the scientific community that he had known in the past and began to make suggestions. Nothing that would jeopardize the security of the great secret held hundreds of meters below the ground of Kelowna but small things like how it would be possible to make the equivalent of a AA battery. He hinted that perhaps a box with contained short wave transmissions might be a faster way to heat food. In short he began to turn the current view of scientific plausibility on its ear and shook it till it exploded into the realm of infinite possibility.
The Powers that be were not happy and since he had broken no laws violated no oaths there was damned little they could do about it thus making them more so unhappy. So instead they gave him back his lab and his research team in hopes of regaining controle of the information locked up in the young genius' head only to watch aghast as he refused to work for them period.
That of course left them with only one option and a hope he would give them at least what they needed when the time was right.
"May I have your attention please." He snapped his focus back on the room. The first minister had taken a standing position behind the small podium that had been set up near the gate. "Thank you, I am going to keep this gathering as short as possible as we all have work to continue." The First minister gestured to a small group to his left and they began to break up. Two of them continued to stand beside him. "I would like to introduce to you the Prime Ministers of our new Allies Minister Cidia Malon of the Andari Federation and Minister Gersin Homet of Terania." Minister Garin stepped back from the sound amplification rod allowing his counterparts to approach.
"Thank you, as you are aware there has been a rebirth of cooperation between our nations and I am proud to represent the Andari Federation in this venture and we give it our full support." Minister Malon said and then moved aside.
"We of the nation of Terania also give this venture our full support and backing as partners and fellow citizens of Langara."
He watched as the Teranian minister stepped aside wondering what all the official hubbub was about. He'd been called to this meeting and told to dress formal, as the first minister would be attending.
The first minister of Kelowna again took the floor. "After much deliberation by our three nations it has been decided that there needed to be a few changes. The recent disclosure to our new allies of our Stargate has raised concerns as to our intents and willingness to share our newfound prosperity. We are therefore making the following changes. First there will be 12 new research and exploration teams to join the program. Six from each ally. Second all decisions regarding the safety of Langara will be made by joint session of the three Prime ministers you see before you. We are even now having communications devices installed so as to assure a quick response to urgent matters. Third and finally we are appointing a new Director of what will be henceforth known as Langaran Gate Command.
'Great I was just beginning to get along with that overbearing pompous ass Bernard.' He thought.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to the new Director of the LGC. Mr. Jonas Quinn. Mr. Quinn would you please come forth." Once Jonas head stopped swimming he could swear the First Minister had a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Me?" Jonas feet were luckily on autopilot as he approached the podium.
"It was felt that the best person for the job of directing a program who's goals are to find technology, study history, and make allies would be someone with considerable experience in doing so." The Minister stepped aside as Jonas took the spot behind the podium and momentarily froze.
"hem..a. I am deeply honored that I have been the one chosen for this position." Jonas paused. 'Its time you knew what you were really up against.' "And I accept the job."
Smiling the first minister of Kelowna made to move back to the podium.
"But, There are a few things I think you should know." Jonas stood his ground. 'If they want me they get me on my terms' he mentaly braced himself "I realize many of you look excitedly upon the benefits that the Stargate and gate travel represent. I too think of the benefits with excitement. There are however other things to consider and prepare for. There are many dangers out there and we cannot be prepared for all of them. I do believe we should consider them before we jaunt happily off to destruction." He let that sink in. "don't get me wrong the benefits far outweigh the cost provided we are cautious. I guess what I am trying to say is that if after careful thought and consideration you have chosen me to run your Stargate program based on my experience with the gate and other worlds and peoples then don't forget why you chose me and understand when I say to you now that as long as I am here you can make all the major decisions you like" he gestured at the Prime ministers. "But I run the day to day program My Way. Is that acceptable?" Jonas looked at those assembled. He could see them mulling over the ramifications of what he had just demanded for his services.
"Mr. Quinn we believe you to be the most qualified so if you see fit to change the workings of this program then we accept that." The first minister said after a quick conference with the other two.
"Very well. First I want a direct line to all three Prime ministers. Second at least one but no more than three of your six teams are to be your best combat military trained troops. Teams of military nature are to have 5 members. Scientific and first contact teams are to have 4 members. Three as director I hold authority just shy of the three Prime ministers in matters concerning the LGC. I will choose the teams for Kelowna with the advisement of our military experts here. Four there will be a research division created as I assume you were planning on doing. However it will be created in a nearby facility with a director answerable to me." He saw the looks starting to get more than strained. "I understand this is not what you expected but before you let your disgruntled attitudes do your talking let me explain to you just why I will have it that way. There is an organization on earth called the NID National Intelligence Division. It is a civilian run agency that is so corrupt and has so many rouge elements it doesn't even now what is what. This agency has control over their research and development of alien technology at a separate location. More than a few times the actions of this rouge element have caused nearly extinction level events to occur regarding earth security. We on Langara have our own problems with greed and the power hungry. I intend to stop that particular type of problem before it starts. I realize that I can be taken out of this position any time the Prime ministers wish but as long as this position is mine to hold I will not make the same mistakes I have seen others make. We will not be wiped out of the galaxy for want of security on our own planet or by rouge elements among our own people. Finally all military personnel currently working directly in this facility with full knowledge of its workings are to be reassigned unless I say otherwise. I will be needing personnel reports from our military advisors so new security staff can be assigned." Jonas turned his gaze on the three most powerful people on the planet. "Prime ministers I thank you for appointing me to this position and I will not fail our nations or our planet."
Jonas stepped back and to the side. 'Now is the moment of truth' he thought. 'Will they accept my terms publicly here or will they make an excuse and pull me aside.'
"As Director Quinn has stated in his opening remarks you all have your assigned tasks to accomplish the changes he desires. Bear in mind we support Director Quinn Fully in this matter. This meeting is adjourned." The pleasant mask of politics once more in place the first minister stepped down from the podium.
"Director Quinn, if you will accompany us to the briefing room we would like to discuss your preliminary plans and long term goals for the changes you have begun to implement." They walked side by side to the briefing room where there were the former director and the top military advisors already gathered.
"General Bernard, you are presently appointed as my temporary second in command." Jonas said as he took a seat. 'Might as well see how far this supposed power of mine extends.' "All other military personnel below the general with the exception of the First ministers advisors may leave now." Jonas watched as nothing happened. "Was anything I just said unclear?" he looked at them and watched as their eyes flicked to his then to the First Ministers beside him.
With a great deal of jostling and harrumphing the excess military at the table left.
"Now Director Quinn."
"Please Sirs and Ma'am call me Jonas as matters dictate." He said knowing it was a mouthfull to say each time. Besides which it made him uncomfortable.
"Jonas then. Tell us how we can help you help all of us."