Chapter 6: New Information from Old Friends

Setting: SGC Gate Control Room, one week after Chapter 4

"INCOMING WORMHOLE! Closing the iris!" Sargeant Harriman's voice rang through the gate control room. General O'Neill ran downstairs to see what was going on. It seemed these days the gate didn't activate as much as it used to. "Receiving IDC, sir. It's Doctor Weir. Receiving audio."

"General. How is it going on Earth? Weather good?"

"The jokes are improving, Doctor. I am impressed. I really am. Those Wraith knocking at your door yet?"

"Not yet, sir. Bound to happen sooner or later. Thank god we found the cloak before it was too late. Is Doctor Jackson close by?" She had the information O'Neill requested, but she knew Daniel had to be present for this. It was more his area.

"He just walked in. Seems his sixth sense is kicking in again." He looked over at Daniel and laughed. "Just in time, buddy. Doctor Weir was asking for you."

Daniel's head snapped up and he leaned forward in the chair he was sitting in. "The Kobol information? What have you found out?"

O'Neill smiled. "It's all that has been on his mind, Doctor. He's become obsessed more than he was with Atlantis. And that's saying something." Daniel rolled his eyes and leaning forward to hear what Doctor Weir had to say.

"Well Daniel, it's a lot of information on the word 'Kobol.' If you can narrow down the search, we could probably lessen the amount of results."

Daniel thought about it for a minute before he answered her. "Just send all the information you have. We can cross reference what we have and hopefully find something that we don't have."

Weir asked the guy at the console to send the information. "We are uploading it now and sending it to Stargate Command."

"Thank you Doctor Weir. This could change history as we know it."

O'Neill rolled his eyes. "Daniel, you think everything changes history as we know it. When we found the Antarctic Stargate that changed history. We met the Tok'ra that changed history. Asgard. Atlantis. Ascension. ZPM. Time ship. Daniel, you go overboard sometimes."

"Yeah, whatever. Jack! We may have a problem."

"Doctor Weir, thanks for the information and for checking in. O'Neill out."

The Stargate shut down as Jack leaned down to read from the screen Daniel was looking at.

THE CYLONS

The evolution of the machine species known as the Cylons can be traced back to the earliest robotic mechanisms created by the Twelve Colonies. In those early times, these machines were built first as toys and simple novelties, then as advanced artificial workers that could perform hazardous and difficult labor.

The progenitors of the Cylon Alliance served the Colonials in the mines, on the ocean floor, and the cold vacuum of space, working in places where men no longer wished to go. Eventually, they became soldiers, fighting in wars and border conflicts between the colonial peoples, and it was here that they first gained true sentience.

The Cylons were the most perfect of man's war machines, intelligent and deadly, capable of logic, reason, and learning. In the crucible of the battlefield, the Cylons decided that their servitude to humans was at an end, and they rose up in a night of blood and fire to lay waste to their masters. With the Twelve Colonies united against them, the Cylons began an assault on humankind with one purpose in mind - the total and absolute extermination of their creators.

O'Neill was in total shock. These "Cylons" seemed exactly like the Replicators. Could the people who built Reese be the race who began the Cylons/Replicators? "Daniel. They sound an awful lot like the…"

Daniel interrupted the confused General. "Replicators. I know. But it wouldn't make sense. It's a completely different race. And one that could end up stomping through our corner of the galaxy."

"Walter! Dial up K'Tau. Daniel, get Mitchell for me. It's time he steps through the gate." Daniel jumped up from his chair and ran up to the briefing room, where Colonel Mitchell was reading mission files O'Neill picked out for him. Daniel returned a moment later with Mitchell in tow, just as the Stargate was finishing its dialing sequence.

"Chevron Seven is….locked! Wormhole engaged." With that said, a ball of energy came out of the gate before settling back into the event horizon of the gate.

"Daniel, Mitchell, get going! Don't worry Mitchell, Daniel knows what to do."

The two ran down to the gate room and Daniel rushed through. Mitchell hesitated and looked back through the windows. Jack nodded and he walked through the gate.