Beliskner, Luna Orbit
The room was silent, Thor's statement, of the great war of years past had put a lid on everyone's mouth, as every single person in the specially designed conference chamber absorbed the information. Questions went over the assembled ambassador's minds, Ancient Civil War? Don'Ka'Vosh? It was all too confusing, and they needed answers.
"Thor…what exactly do you mean by all this?" Ambassador Jackson asked the frail like being in front of him. The Asgard slowly faced him, only just recovering from the initial shock.
"As I'm sure you all know by now, the Ancients we're almost wiped out by a plague several million years ago, those that survived on earth, took Atlantis to Pegasus, in hopes of starting again." The holographic screen switched from the now known alien ship, to that of the mighty city of Atlantis, lifting from the frozen surface of Antarctica, its fusion rockets blasting the ice below, sending shock waves of cold wind across the plains in all directions, the city had risen, and flew gracefully skywards, up and up, until it was enveloped into its own hyperspace window. "As you can see, the ancients grasp on hyperdrive was even more then our own, able to negate the damaging effects of jumping inside a gravity well." The city ship plunged in, disappearing from the earth for millions of years. "However, the refugees we're not the only ancients to survive the plague, our experience will show that." The view then switched to a damaged and ruined world, the chaos was clear, buildings of ancient design we're burning, bodies we're scattered across the streets, only an image to the delegates, but they could almost smell the scent of death. But very shortly after, a man slowly rose from the ground, struggling for support. "There we're survivors, left on ravaged worlds, they suffered for centuries, the small gathering of survivors met through use of the stargate, and grew together, but they we're changed from their brethren, they we're bitter, and resentful, most of them knew that the non-effected population we're leaving the galaxy, and refused to take the others with them, and that was just the first notch that made them different."
"After several millennia of struggle, the people grew, no longer ancients, but the Don'Ka'Vosh, they developed biological technology, and through literally millions of year they build this." The image changed once more, into monstrously large metal sphere, reflecting speckles of star light across the galactic plan, small dots we're seen surrounding the sphere, one zoomed past them, most of the assembled recognized the resemblances 'Ancient Defence Platforms'
"This is their homeworld, in what your terms would call a Dyson Sphere, it is considered the largest technological feat ever, it is the impenetrable fortress of the Don'Ka'Vosh, and site of the last battle." Suddenly, thousands of hyperspace windows filled the view, more and more opened, it was an amazing sight, the entire view filled with a purple distortion, then the swarm came. Hundreds of thousands of ships of all types exited, the numbers grew and grew, ancient battleships we're the first to exit, the designs we're what you would expect from a human, big, capable, yet still menacing shapes, exited hyperspace and into the fire from thousands of purple energy blasts. The relatively small amount of Ancient ships we're soon reinforced by an absolutely gigantic number of Asgard craft joined the fray, reinforced further by two types of unknown alien craft. "This was an all out assault, I was asked by the alliance to lead the battle, the stronger ships of the ancients would lead the way, for my own peoples forces, then the Furlings, and the then not so pacifist Nox." Explosions of golden light from alliance vessels, and Don'Ka'Vosh defence satellites, ion pulses, proton blasts, disruptor beams, it all crisscrossed throughout the system, swarms of ancient attack drones moved in wards to the sphere, the brightly glowing orange squids sliced through any resistance in their way, the monstrous weapon satellites we're sliced apart, but the swarm kept moving, mere kilometres of the spheres surface, they prepared to boar into the metallic surface, only for thousands of Don'Ka'Vosh battleships to uncloak, firing into the onslaught of drones.
The image soon switched off with a fizzle like sound, "That was but a sample of what happened, in the end the alliance was victorious, but at a great cost, each one us was shattered in some way, some worse then others, the Don'Ka'Vosh no longer exist as a people, but as a terrible memory to those that fought that battle. The ancients we're devastated, their limited capability as a space faring people, the survivors retreated to earth to merge into the then fledgling Terran people, acting as guides, teachers to their 'children'" The commander explained, before inwardly sighing, "ourselves, we in some cases we're the most devastated, our people we're prospering at that time, the current problems with genetics we now suffer, we spread across both our own galaxy, and colonies in yours, but they we're wiped out by the Don'Ka'Vosh, our technology, while advanced, was no match for their own, after decades of war we we're pushed back out of the milky way as you call it, and we knew the enemy would attempt to attack us at our core."
"The returning ancients answered our call for help, in 2 weeks of hearing our plea, a small fleet of ancient ships arrived at our homeworld, informing us that more will arrive for the inevitable defence, this was just the first steps of the war.", the view screen activated once again, to the galactic view, "But all this information will not be of any use to you, if we do not deal with the current threat, you must search for more allies, it will determine victory or defeat against Baal." The Asgard informed the delegates for the final time, "you must survive the current threat, before you even prepare for the second, we survived through unity, you must do the same."
New Tokyo System-3 days later
The graceful form of the ESS Yamato slowly let the itself float in orbit, the sparkling blue oceans below covered most of the planets surface, small island chains, was all the land that made up the planet New Tokyo, the strike carrier in orbit was left in temporary defence of the world, the main fleet jumping all over the place with the constant attack on the colonies.
On the ships bridge, Captain Mukai read over the reports from the admiralty on earth, more and more attacks we're happening all over the place, deep down everyone knew what it meant, Baal was preparing for the big push, he was spreading any opposition thin so he can charge in, with one gigantic charge 'typical arrogance' the captain scoffed, he would attack earth and everyone knew it, he'd need thousands of vessels to break through the ever growing defence grid, he even heard rumours that the type Two Defensive Satellites will be up and running. 'Good to not rely on just floating cannons'
"Captain Mukai sir, we've got unscheduled hyperspace activity in system!" the ops officer reported, startling the captain slightly, he shifted the reports from his lap.
"Sound General Quarters, I want Ronin Wing to check it out." His voice gave off a thick Japanese accent, the Yamato was a joint effort between Japan and the United Kingdom to form a working battle carrier for the growing earth navy, the UK's first attempt, the HMS Reliant, didn't live up to expectations, but the knowledge gained from its design, was incorporated into the Yamato, and her sister ship, the Reliant-A.
"Ronin Wing is launching sir, all other squadrons are on standby." The captain clearly saw, 12 phoenix class interceptors we're burst out from the port launch bays, cruising around the Yamato, preparing a micro jump further out of the system.
"Think it's the goa'uld again sir?"
"I have no doubt of it anymore."
Ronin Wing, Hyperspace
Ronin leader sat silently in his cockpit, even on such short jumps they made a person calm, the almost mystical effects of the distortions around the squadron. Moving inwards through to vortex, they had almost finished the jump, a small white light grew and grew, "all fighters prepare to exit hyperspace!"
Bursting from the almost impossibly colourful lights of hyperspace, they exited into the dark vacuum, right into the face of a goa'uld Mothership, a new design at that, the scanners picked up fewer weapon emplacements then usual, but still nothing to mess with, the Mothership held its ground, motionless against the Terran fighters, as if it didn't even notice them.
"Are they just going to stand there? Come on, lets blow it up!" one of the younger pilots yelled out enthusiastically, the flight leader gave a small snort, "If everything we're that simple the war would be over long ago Ronin 4, scan for life signs, it might be a tra.." he stopped mid-sentence, his attention completely focused on his fighters HUD bleeping with a simple sentence 'incoming hyperspace windows', shaking the sudden shock off as quickly as he could, "Ronin scatter, it's a trap!"
The phoenix class fighters immediately quick started their ion based engines, the rapid power up causing a sudden burst forward, one by one, dozens upon dozens of small hyperspace windows flashed into existence, those unlucky enough to be in their path we're crushed by the vortex between dimensions. The worse was yet to come, as over 40 new design goa'uld fighters, unlike the crescent design of usual death gliders, these we're cone like, with an almost complete ring extending across its rear.
Ronin wing gave a quick turn, coming about and moving in fast to engage the new threat, shields raised and weapons to full, the Phoenix class advanced interceptors prepared everything they had, pulse cannons, next generation gattling guns, even the heavy particle cannons we're charging slowly, outnumbered, and against an unknown, they weren't going down without a long and serious fight.
ESS Yamato
"This is Ronin Leader, we're moving in to engage, wait…their launching more fighters from the Mothership, gliders, the new ones, everything!"
Captain Mukai was shocked, the goa'uld had a new fighter, he knew that from the report that Foster had given the fleet, he himself was only about to inform the pilots on them, but he didn't know they had hyperdrives, his own people had only just recently developed them into a practical form, yet not 3 years after that, Baal had managed to bring them out onto the production line.
"Prepare a micro-jump to Ronin's position, all other squadrons prepare to launch and engage the enemy, we shall engage the Mothership directly." Mukai ordered, "Also see if we can get any assistance from the fleet, the goa'uld wouldn't send that vessel on its own, even if it does have extensive fighter escort."
"It seems the colonial fleets tied up with some new alien vessel in the New Berlin system, the reliant is responding however, they will arrive in several minutes." The communication officer reported to the captain.
A slightly annoyed look made its way on the captain's face, 'more hostile aliens?' "It will have to do, jump when ready."
"Jumping"
Ronin Wing
"This is Ronin Two, these guys are tailing me, could do with some back up!" Ronin leader heard vaguely, his concentration more on the enemy fighter in front of him, frantically trying to dodge the onslaught of bullets spewing out of his fighter, the trinium alloy designs, were specially designed to cut through armour, useless against shields though, thankfully a quick barrage of pulse blasts punched a hole in them. The spray of bullets hit on target, slicing right through the new goa'uld fighters armour, completely ripping off the 'wings', causing it to lose control, spinning wildly into space, the flight leader gave it no more though, pushing his flight stick hard, the Phoenix interceptor turned at an insane angle, "Hang on Ronin Two, I'm coming in!"
The comm. filled with panic, Ronin Twos reply being the worst, "Better hurry it up, I've just lost shields...My god…ARRRGHHH!" the ear piecing scream chilled the flight leaders bone with grief, the HUD readout of the battle, and of the allied fighters, showed the green dot of Ronin Two disappearing, leaving the twin goa'uld fighters chasing it, to turn around and find their next prey.
ESS Yamato, Hyperspace
"On final approach captain."
"CWIS network is active, heavy weapons on standby, shields are ready to activate upon entering real space."
"We're ready to launch as well captain, but the Cannonballers are requesting to engage the Mothership, Orca's are decent fighters against gliders, but this is something totally different."
"Agreed, the 681st will join us in the assault on the 'carrier', the wolverines and F-302's will aid our Phoenix Wing." The Mukai informed the squadrons in the hanger bays, it was about to get rough.
"Exiting hyperspace."
Ronin Wing
"Ronin One, we're being swarmed here!"
"You don't think I notice that? Just hang through it a little longer!" the commander practically ordered to his squadron, down to a mere 5 fighters from the original 12, his own was caught in a barely controlled barrel roll, several goa'uld fighters chasing after it, never stopping their assault of plasma blasts, their shields started glowing under stress for some strange reason, the power behind the invisible assault grew and grew. Before they could do anything, the true effects revealed themselves, the giant opening of a hyperspace window, threw massive amounts of energy into the fighters shields, overwhelming them with pure force, dozens caught in the fierce effects we're completely obliterated, the Yamato emerged from the wake, unopposed, moving towards the Goa'uld carrier, releasing its fighters and bombers from the numerous points across the ships broadsides, it was time to end this.