A Legacy of Chaos

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Chapter Ten

Baldur blinked as the Surtur's transporter beam released him and he found himself in an exquisitely crafted artificial biosphere. Indeed, if he hadn't known that he was on-board the massive space station he would have assumed that he had somehow been transported to an alien world somewhere the holographic sky above being so perfect that it looked like a real planets sky, even the warm light falling on him felt like the light of a real star and not the synthetic recreation that he knew it to be. Most impressive, he thought gazing around at an environment that was both familiar and alien at the same time, especially in the colours of the grass and the foliage on some of the trees.

Strange I have never seen vegetation in these colours before, he thought as he gazed upon the softly swaying strands of light blue grass and the softly rustling silver, red and gold leaves of some of the trees and bushes. Gently meandering through the manicured environment around him was a river, filling the air with the soothing trickling of water, a river that was feeding numerous ponds and small lakes as it journeyed through this place. Combined with the vegetation – rich with the sounds and smells of a living, breathing ecosystem – it filled even an Asgard with a profound feeling of peace and tranquillity. An effect that Baldur knew would be even more pronounced in humans as human races had a higher susceptibility to the kinds of chemicals put out by living things than his kind did. At the same time though Baldur realized that this parkland – if it was as extensive as it appeared to be – was not only here to provide any inhabitants on the station with a slice of nature floating amidst the stars but had another far more logical and important function in helping with atmospheric regeneration onboard. Though he could not be sure he would not be surprised if a few major air shafts converged on this room so the plants could do what plants did very well and regenerate the air.

The sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention and he looked in the direction they were coming from. Just in time to see a human appear from behind a bend in the flagstone path that like the river meandered through the biosphere. The human was of average height, with a compact but at the same time athletic build, dark brown almost black hair, and warm hazel-coloured eyes. He also had an extremely faint gold tint to his skin whose sheen somewhat reminded him of the residue of cloning fluid which could take several days to completely fade away, though the colour was slightly different to the colour of Asgardian cloning fluid which was white. Interesting is he a clone of some kind? Baldur mused, if he is, I hope he is aware of the dangers involved, unlike my people who didn't realise the dangers of replicative fading until it was too late.

He made a mental note to discuss it with the human, who he presumed to be Xander, later. If he was not aware of the dangers of cloning, or didn't have the means to mitigate said dangers, then he would have to warn him about them. After all he couldn't in good conscience allow someone else to repeat the Asgardian people's mistake without at least giving fair warning and the benefit of their unfortunate experience in that area of science.

"Commander Baldur," the human said in greeting speaking with an accent he had never heard before, "my name is Xander, welcome aboard."

"Thank you it is a pleasure to be here," Baldur replied. "I admit that this artificial biosphere is very impressive, is it purely ornamental or does it have a specific purpose."

"A bit of both," Xander answered, "it was discovered long ago that spacers – even capsuleers like me – need to have the option of being able to walk in a living space like this. It also helps to ease the load on the station's oxygen scrubbers as the blue grass especially is an extremely good producer of fresh oxygen. To the point that alongside atmospheric filtration towers it is frequently used in terraforming projects. Now if you follow me the Nox delegation are waiting for us."

"Very well please lead on," Baldur replied even as he wondered just what a capsuleer was. He had never heard someone refer to themselves by that designation before. Xander nodded before turning and starting to walk away, Baldur followed and immediately noticed poking out just above the rim of his shirt was a small metallic port built into the base of his neck. What could that be for, he wondered as he followed the human along the path and over a small arched bridge across the river to an oriental themed seating area where three Nox – among them Elder Ohper – were patiently waiting

Seeing Xander return with the small child-sized form of Baldur in tow Ohper inwardly frowned. The Asgard had never been a very physically imposing race – certainly not in the way that humans were and not to the level of the Furlings – which had completely belied their fierceness in battle, but they had never been that small and unwell looking; Baldur's grey skin was a little too light and had a faint oily sheen that to a species like his own, who knew the Asgard of old, was a sign of chronic illness in the species. After exchanging subtle concerned looks with Antaeus and Lya Ohper reached out with his mystical senses and scanned the Asgard.

What he discovered immediately set mental alarm bells ringing.

Baldur, and presumably the rest of his race, was indeed ill. There was a slowly growing distortion in his aura – the energy field produced by all life – like a cancer that would manifest as an ever-increasing feeling of weakness and frailty as cells were having to work harder and harder to keep the body alive. Despite knowing that the Asgard had been having some issues with genetic degeneration – it was nothing new they had had periodic problems with it on and off for about ten thousand years or so ever since a mistake in the species genetic engineering program half sterilized them – Ohper was deeply shocked by how far it had progressed. If Baldur was any indication, then the Asgard race was only decades or at most a century away from entering a terminal decline that could and would only end in extinction. Why did they not come to us we could certainly have stopped it from progressing as far as it has, he thought thinking of the Asgard in general though he knew that the answer came down to the diminutive race's warrior past and the profound sense of pride and self-reliance that such a heritage inevitably nurtured in a race. He made a mental note to speak with Baldur about it later.

"Please be seated commander," Xander said gesturing to a spare seat and Baldur grimaced, in a subtle Asgard fashion, as the seat was scaled for a human not the smaller, slimmer frame of an Asgard.

"Xander, would you mind if I transported a chair over from my ship? I mean no offense but the chair you have indicated is not suitable for one of my kind to sit on for any length of time."

Xander blinked as it honestly hadn't occurred to him that he wouldn't have a chair suitable for Baldur aboard this station but then he had never actually dealt with aliens before today. Let alone an alien that was a dead ringer for a Roswell grey right down to being no taller than the average human ten-year-old and much slighter in build than any child who wasn't heavily emaciated by hunger and malnutrition. "Of course, you may, forgive me I did not realize," he said.

"No harm done I should have advised you beforehand," Baldur replied, knowing the blame for the oversight was as much his as Xander's. Without waiting he manipulated the runes on the control stone he was holding in his right hand, which he had brought with him to allow him to beam back to the Surtur after this meeting was concluded. Immediately the faintly musical tones of an Asgard transporter filled the air and a silver-white line appeared next to the table, a microsecond later something seemed to shoot down into it making it flare brighter and wider before with a crescendo vanishing leaving behind one of the throne-like chairs favoured by the Asgard.

Without hesitation Baldur sat in the chair.

"Now that we are all comfortable, I believe that you have some questions?" Xander asked addressing Baldur a moment before Aura spoke inside his head, or rather spoke through his primary bodies link to the station's systems.

"Xander we're receiving a signal from the QEC device you left with Mister Giles," the artificial intelligence told him, "it appears to be Mister Giles, Miss Summers, Miss Calendar and a number of other individuals wishing to speak with you."

Oh, great timing guys, Xander thought with a mental sigh. "Can you deal with them for me for a bit Aura while I deal with this meeting?" he asked. "If Willow is there, she's bound to ask a whole pack of questions would you mind answering them? I do have to warn you though she tends to talk fast when she gets going. You will also have to remind her to breathe from time to time otherwise she'll talk until she passes out."

"Not a problem I will field their questions for you. Shall I inform them that you will contact them as soon as possible?"

"Yes, please Aura. Oh, and Aura now that the repairs to the stealth bomber's cloaking device have been completed would you prepare it for launch and make sure the troop compartment has somewhat comfortable chairs in."

"I will set some drones on the task immediately. Would you also like me to prepare some guest quarters, I assume you want to bring Mr Giles and others here for a face-to-face meeting?"

"You assume right. There's a lot I need to talk with them about and I have a feeling that this conversation with Baldur and Ohper is going to reveal even more."

"Would you like me to monitor and record so we can review the conversation more later?"

"I'd appreciate that thank you Aura."

"It is not a problem. Now I suggest you turn your full attention to our guests."

"Agreed."

Feeling Aura recede a bit to the back of his mind – or rather recede from his link to this particular clone avatar given his main body was still in the stations main control capsule – Xander turned his attention back to his guests. "Sorry about that. Aura brought something to my attention that I needed to deal with," he said seeing the way everyone was looking at him in some concern and he realized he had probably been – from their perspective – staring into space.

"Who is Aura," Baldur asked curious.

"She's my personal artificial intelligence. Every capsuleer has a copy of Aura issued to them when they complete the conversion process. Each one starts out more or less the same but overtime they adapt to suit there specific capsuleers personality, wants and goals. Though thanks to the ascended no Aura is quite as capable as mine is." Or will be, he thought remembering what Ganos Lal had said about how Aura would evolve as her AI matrix adapted to the improvements, they'd made to her when – to compensate him for being changed so much by their interference in Ethan Rayne's spell – they'd made this station and everything in it for him.

"Interesting though that does bring me to my first question," Baldur admitted, "what is a capsuleer?"

"I admit I am curious to know that answer as well," Ohper admitted as while Ganos Lal had indicated that the overpowering of the Ritual of Masks spell cast by someone called Ethan Rayne had been responsible for turning the young man before him into a capsuleer she hadn't exactly said what a capsuleer was.

"Are you familiar with the term infomorph?"

"You are saying that you are actually a body of sentient information," Baldur questioned.

"Well, I am now but like all capsuleers back in New Eden – which is fiction in this reality – I originally started out as an ordinary human. In the normal conversion process a capsuleer candidate undergoes a trans neural scan that converts their minds into living data – in the process the original body is terminated and eventually reduced to reclaimable biomass – which can then be downloaded into a cybernetically enhanced clone body. When that clone dies our consciousness is instantly transferred from that clone to another, and another and another. Through this method we have a form of immortality.

"While part of our cybernetic implants is for this consciousness mapping and transfer process that is not their main function nor the reason why capsuleers were created in the first place," Xander continued relying entirely on Alexander's memories to explain all of this. "We were created to be a new kind of starship pilot – the immortality bit was just a side development – using advanced cybernetics we are designed to essentially merge with our ships. When connected the ship essentially becomes our body, it let's us control our ships with both greater efficiency and speed than you can achieve just pressing buttons."

"A novel approach to neural interfacing," Lya commented knowing that neural interfacing was a quite common technology among the more advanced spacefaring species with even the Goa'uld having the own variant of the technology. Though none, to her knowledge anyway, used neural interfacing to physically merge with the ship. "Though why the term capsuleer?"

"The term is derived from exactly how the interface works," Xander explained before with a thought making a hologram of a pod-ship appear over the table. "This is a hydrostatic capsule. Within which is a suspension chamber where the capsuleer floats inside a vat of a hyper oxygenated biosynthetic solution that not only protects the body but provides for all biological functions while inside. The connecting cables to our cybernetics are also located here and attach to ports on our back, ports that are non-conductive outside of the hydrostatic fluid. When all six connections are in place the hydrostatic capsule – which in itself is a ship albeit an extremely small and quite vulnerable one – becomes the bridge between the capsuleer and whichever ship they are going to pilot.

"This is the basic information on what a capsuleer is," he finished. "Our nature as infomorphic lifeforms and our cybernetics do give us a few other ancillary abilities – one of which I am using right now as I told the Nox earlier – but this is really what we are. A caste of immortal interstellar pilots."

"Which ability is that" Baldur asked while also wondering just what Xander had talked about with the Nox in the time before he'd arrived here.

"This body you see is just another of my clones that I am remotely controlling as an avatar. My current active clone, in which the bulk of my consciousness and my soul reside, is currently in the operations centre capsule," Xander explained before making a new hologram appear this one showing the suspension chamber in the operations centre courtesy of the stations internal security cameras. The three Nox and the solo Asgardian blinked and looked in interest to see a nearly naked – aside from a pair of underpants – version of the man before them floating inside a pale blue fluid. Thick cables wrapped around him connecting to the six ports along his spine.

"As I said to the Nox when they first came aboard, I could have projected a hologram to speak with you even more easily," Xander continued despite himself a little surprised by how he looked when connected to the capsule. Really weird seeing myself like that, he thought before making the hologram disappear.

"Does it hurt at all," Lya asked concerned by how brutal the connection method actually looked.

"Not really," Xander replied, "really only when the cables connect and the bioneural relays running up my spine first come to life, even then it's not that uncomfortable and only lasts a second due to the sudden power surge. It's one of those little things that capsuleers learn to put up with."

"I see."

"Shall we move on," Xander asked wanting to change the subject now as there really wasn't much more that he could tell them about being a capsuleer beyond the technical bits of how their implants worked and so on. Information that was complex, to the point that even in New Eden it was considered knowledge that only the most intelligent of individuals – or your average Jovian – could truly comprehend. Certainly, like most capsuleers Alexander hadn't known exactly how his implants worked, only that they did and how he could use them. "After all there is not much more that I can tell you about capsuleers and how we work."

"Very well," Ohper agreed. "However, before we proceed do you have any questions that you wish to ask us Xander? This is after all an exchange of information and not an interrogation." Baldur nodded in agreement, this was after all a friendly meet and greet.

"Well, I would like to know a bit about your respective species," Xander answered, "you know now what I am after all so it's only fair that I know about you. Not so much about your species Ohper as our earlier discussion revealed a lot about your species, including your familiarity with magic but I don't know anything about Commander Baldur's species beyond the name Asgard."

"Then I will endeavour to enlighten you," Baldur replied, "as you know my people are called the Asgard. Ourselves and the Nox are old allies having known each other for many tens of thousands of years, though it has been a few centuries since we last spoke to any meaningful degree. We are the only two members of the Alliance of Four left in this galactic cluster."

"The Alliance of Four?"

"It is a long story," Ohper replied.

"We have plenty of time."

"That we do. Very well I will explain…"


Three Hours Later

Standing before the viewports on one of the stations vast observation decks Xander watched through both the eyes of his avatar and the stations sensors and camera drones as the Nox shuttle made its way back to its mothership. The meeting with the Asgard and the Nox had been informative and gone on for quite some time having really only ended half an hour ago with the Nox delegation returning to their shuttle while Baldur had teleported back to his ship.

One thing that really stuck in his mind though was the scale of the danger facing Earth. Baldur had informed him about the existence of the Goa'uld Empire and the nature of the sentient parasites that had built it. To say that the nature of the Goa'uld, and how they hijacked control of whoever they took as a host, brought back some very unpleasant memories of his own possession by the primal hyena spirit would have been an understatement. The fact that they also wouldn't hesitate to burn Earth to glass from orbit and enslave any survivors was also worrying, especially as Earth had already been attacked by them once and had seemingly only survived that attack through sheer dumb luck. I wonder if Giles has any references to the Goa'uld in his books, he mused recalling Baldur telling him how the Goa'uld had been driven from Earth thousands of years ago and the Stargate sealed and buried – well until recently as the US Air Force had somehow gotten their mitts on it and were now using it to travel the galaxy and no doubt being a subtle as a bull in a china shop as they went about it.

"Though hopefully things will change there soon," he said recalling how Ohper had been planning to have a word with this Stargate Command about their behaviour, especially how they kept the existence of the Stargate secret presumably for reasons of 'national security'. Though more likely so the Air Force and the Pentagon can ensure that America and only America can benefit from the gate, he thought with a sigh. It seemed the problems and challenges facing him were growing ever more extreme as he couldn't just leave Earth helpless in the face of the Goa'uld threat. Though he couldn't just hand over New Eden technology to the US government either, for the simple reason that there were far too many in positions of power who wouldn't hesitate to use it against other nations on the planet. Plus, he had to consider the vast gulf of technological and scientific knowledge that they would have to cross to understand anything he gave them. His technology after all came from a civilization that was twenty thousand years more advanced than the most cutting edge Earth technology.

"Did you say something Xander," Aura asked.

"I was just thinking aloud Aura."

"You seem troubled. Might I ask what is bothering you?"

Xander sighed. "It's the Goa'uld," he admitted, "hearing about them and what they subject the poor souls they take as hosts to brings back some very unpleasant memories of my own experience with being possessed."

"By my former captain?"

"No, I actually didn't remember any of that until after I was dumped out of the cloning tank here and then it was more a merger between Alexander's memories, knowledge and experiences and my own. There were no personality fragments or anything to try and take control of me. No, it's a prior experience, one I really don't care to remember."

"I see. The Asgard ship is requesting we disengage the tethering beam."

"Do it then keep our sensors focused on the Asgard and Nox vessels as they leave. They're heading to Earth to speak with this Stargate Command organisation so they're probably going to nip into whatever form of faster than light travel they use to cross the distance between here and Earth," Xander replied. "The more information we get on it the better, though we'll probably find plenty of data in the memory banks of the corvette. How is the data mining going by the way?"

"Slowly," Aura said sounding as frustrated as an artificial intelligence could be. "While I have been able to gain basic access to the ships computers all critical data is protected by complex firewalls and security protocols that are taking considerable time to bypass or disarm. I have however determined that the vessel was deliberately abandoned by its crew who fled to Earth after they received a message from their home planet recalling them for a final defensive stand against someone called Ba'al."

"Deserters," Xander exclaimed in disgust a feeling that came from both himself and the remnant of Alexander left in him. Having served proudly in the Gallente Federal Navy for a few decades before being demobbed and becoming a civilian pilot Alexander had had a very dim view of people who he saw as betrayers of their uniform.

"So, it seems," Aura agreed even as Xander became aware of sudden increases in power generation on board the Asgard and Nox vessels. "It appears our guests are indeed preparing to enter whatever FTL they use. As requested, I will monitor their departure. In the meantime, what are you going to do?"

"Put this clone away," Xander replied, "then return to my normal body before we place a call to Giles and the others. Though it will be getting dark in Sunnydale by now so Buffy will be getting ready to head out on her first vampire slaying patrol of the night, so it probably only be Giles and probably Ms Calendar that I end up speaking to."

"Understood. Would you like me to summarise the conversation I had with them?"

"Leave that till I relinquish control of this avatar please Aura," Xander replied as he turned away from the viewports, though in his minds eye he could see – thanks to the station's camera drones – both the Asgard and Nox vessels moving away from the station at least for now. Both began emitting an energy field that had some similarities to both warp and cynosural fields while being distinctly different from both fields at the same time. Huh I wonder exactly what it is, he thought even as the effect of the fields readily became apparent as greenish-white glowing rents appeared in space, rents which both ships – with a burst of extreme acceleration – disappeared into. The anomalies disappearing behind them.

"Fascinating," Aura commented. "Sensors recorded numerous emissions unlike anything we have ever seen before though some of the particles that produced the vortices share properties with those used to generate cynosural fields. The analysis should be most fascinating."

"I'll say," Xander agreed as he left the observation deck heading for the nearest turbolift and a short jaunt to the cloning bay. "But get some of your background process to do the analysis. At least until your matrix finishes adjusting to whatever the ascended did to it."

"As you wish."


A Few Minutes Later

Fully back in his normal body, the clone he'd used as an avatar once again in stasis in one of the tanks, Xander reviewed the conversation that Aura had had with the rest of the Scooby Gang as well as the other former members of the pack while he had been busy talking with the Asgard and the Nox. The conversation had gone much as he had expected it to with Willow asking numerous questions and having to be repeatedly reminded to breathe lest she talk herself into unconsciousness.

Though he was also somewhat disappointed, if not especially surprised, in how she had behaved whenever one of the pack had spoken. Willow had not only alternatively glared and sulked at them, her very manor screaming that she really did not like them being there and would have rather seen them gone, whenever they'd asked questions. If fact Willow had tried to hog all the questions and made numerous allusions to seeing if they could find away to return him to normal despite being told – repeatedly by both Giles, Ms Calendar and someone called Kowalski, he would have to ask Giles who he was – that it was not possible. He wasn't surprised as while she was his best friend, he was well aware that Willow was something of a control freak who could be both quite ruthless and very single minded about getting her way, though she hid it well beneath her meek 'do no harm' mouse exterior. She is going to be a problem, he thought, I am going to have to show her the science about how its impossible to convert someone from the infomorphic format back to a normal human consciousness format. Even destroying all my other clones wouldn't make me back to what she no doubt wants me to be.

"Aura hail the QEC device I left with Giles," he thought spoke.

"Hailing," Aura confirmed.

Xander waited for a few moments before suddenly seeming to be standing in Giles living room. He wasn't surprised to find that Buffy and Willow weren't present, no doubt they'd headed off on Buffy's first patrol of the evening which if it was anything like normal would start off at the Bronze – a favourite hunting ground for vampires especially the younger looking ones that made up the majority of Sunnydale's vampire population – and once that place started to wind down they'd patrol a few of the graveyards for any fledglings and a few other hotspots for the undead bloodsucking fiends before going to their respective homes. Cordelia and the pack had also left the townhouse that Giles called home, presumably heading to the Bronze themselves.

Though that did not mean that Giles was alone. He wasn't surprised to see that Ms Calendar was still here with the Watcher, what did surprise him though was the fact that the mysterious Mr Kowalski was present. All three of them looked like they had been having a pretty in depth and serious conversation when he'd hailed them.

"Xander my boy how are you," Giles asked, "did your meeting go well?"

"I'm fine. As for the meeting it was informative and somewhat worrying," Xander replied, "there are a few things that we need to talk about though I would rather discuss most of them face-to-face instead of over a quantum comm signal."

"Your AI Aura was it indicated earlier that you would like us to come to the station," Ms Calendar commented as she gazed at Xander not for the first time amazed by the incredible resolution of the holographic image he was projecting. "That shouldn't be too difficult as the school is going to be closed for at least a fortnight, possibly longer."

To say that Xander was surprised by that response would have been an understatement. "Really! Did something happen?" he asked.

"You could say that" Giles replied, "suddenly and quiet unexpectedly almost half the administration staff and several of the senior members of the faculty – including Principal Snyder – just keeled over dead. It's not just here but all over the state and much of the country. Not to mention numerous celebrities, business moguls and politicians also all dropped dead at the same time. The latter deaths are all over the planet."

"What the hell caused…. It was the withdrawal of Wolfram & Hart wasn't it. The Senior Partners withdrew from this dimension after the interference in the Ritual of Masks spell cast by Ethan Rayne," Xander answered as he realized just what had happened. "Everyone who died must have had deals with the demons behind the law firm so when they withdrew…"

"…the contracts would be terminated resulting in the death, and likely soul destruction, of almost everyone who had a high enough level contract with them," Giles finished for him. "How did you know the name of the spell? Do you know who interfered with it?"

"That I do," Xander confirmed, "and that's one of the things we really need to talk about face-to-face instead of face-to-hologram. But before we continue who is this?" He gestured to Kowalski.

"My names Charles Kowalski," the man replied, "I'm a whitelighter which is a…"

"…type of angel I have read about your kind in some of the books Giles loaned me last summer," Xander finished, "you deal with good witches if I recall correctly." Which I do as an eidetic memory is one of the little perks that come with capsuleer implants, he thought. "Though the question then is who are you here for?"

"Willow," Kowalski replied, "she's a special type of white witch, one that doesn't come around very often. I have been assigned to teach her the responsibilities and dangers that come with her type of magic."

"I don't envy you," Xander told him. "Willow will want to dive straight into the deep end when it comes to magic; thinking she can succeed just because she always has succeeded in whatever she wants to learn. As much as I love her like a sister, I am not as blind to her faults as she likes to think I am."

"We were just discussing that amongst ourselves," Giles replied, "how the three of us can go about the delicate task of teaching Willow how to use magic while ensuring she doesn't try to do things above her level of knowledge and skill before she's ready. Magic isn't science after all it cannot just be experimented with. But those discussions can wait for now."

"Nah it's okay I'll let you get on with your discussion. But before I go, I need to know if you're willing to come here? We can then arrange just how we're going to go about it. Though before you ask the problem with my cloak has been fixed, slight manufacturing defect that was easily corrected so I can always pick you up from the car park at Calex though picking you up from that disused world war two airfield south east of town would probably be better."

"Of course, we'll come," Giles said, "but there is something we need to do first. Something that you can help us with."

"Oh?"

Giles exchanged a look with Ms Calendar. What he had to say now was something that he had argued against in the past but in light of everything that had happened since the spell, and Xander's brief 'death' when his original clone was killed by Drusilla, they didn't really have a choice. It was something that both Cordelia and Kyle had pointed out and even Kowalski had backed them up, the whitelighter pointing out that it was better that they knew.

"We need your help explaining everything to Joyce and Dawn Summers."


Author Notes: Yay this chapter is finally done. It's taken quite some time and three rewrites to get this chapter to cooperate the way I wanted it to. Hopefully, the next chapter won't be so difficult to write as there are going to be a few serious discussions and events taking place next time especially as we will be returning to Stargate Command and the situation with Sam/Jolinar. Now before anyone asks in reviews, I am also going to do some work on the Babylon 5 spin off story. Until next time stay safe everyone.