With their preparations complete President Hayes, a good man by all accounts sat behind his desk, Kinsey sat on the couch and at exactly the ten minute mark there was a flash of light in the middle of the oval office and a young man in his mid twenties with dirty blonde hair. He stood about 6ft with a thinner build. He bowed his head and extended his right hand to the president.
"In the name of peace I greet you, President Hayes of Terra Prime, or as you call it, Earth. I am Arcturus of the Alterran AlterOPS, special operations commando and Head researcher and developer of the sci-core. I wish to propose an exchange or alliance. I am in need of manpower and resources. You need knowledge and technology. In exchange for a one time use of the gate you control, as well as shall we say, forty-five hundred combat troops with equipment I will offer you an ion propulsion drive system for interstellar flight. No fuel needed. I will also be willing to provide research and partial schematics for a bio-waste power generation and reclamation system. should help reduce planetary landfill waste by 60% in 2 years. I will also require at least nine naquadah enhanced mark IX Gate-buster missiles. Would that be a sufficient arrangement?"
President Hayes was a man described by his friends as a kind, caring and gentle man. Rarely yelled, difficult to shock. His adversaries described him as smart, effective and ruthless when needed. yet none of their descriptions currently fit the man whose mouth was hanging open, his eyes bugging out of his head and completely shocked. Kinsey interjected before President Hayes could respond.
"I am Senator Kinsey and I have a counter-proposal." He lifted his left wrist up and spoke clearly into it. "Pandora's box, execute." Suddenly blue force fields popped up surrounding Arcturus "Now sir, you will give us that technology and anything else in your possession. You will tell us of any technology you have on this planet and if you do not, you will be made to do so. Are we clear?"
Arcturus looked at the President and his shock and growing rage, scanned his thoughts and saw that Hayes knew nothing about Kinsey's plans. He nodded, smiled a cold cruel smile. And turning to Kinsey replied" how about I give everything I stated, AND I throw you in a magma pit in a time dilation field. So it wil take you a decade or longer to die. Or I could simply," Arcturus snapped his fingers and a dozen small orbs materialised around Kinsey with little nubs sticking out. One of the orbs turned, floated over to the couch and with a soft pzzt the entire couch disappeared. Only a small ashen mark marked its location. "Now, Mr. President, do you require any assistance in restraining this clearly unstable individual. Or should i have him place in temporal stasis?"
"Wait, you can freeze him in time?"
"Only temporarily. Like a thousand years give or take a century, he would probably not be any more agreeable then though…. Could always de-atomize him and recycle his raw materials into something useful. Like toilet paper."
President Hayes shook his head to break himself out of the stupor. He immediately apologized for Kinsey's actions. Arcturus waved him off and after much negotiations a deal was reached. A few hours later saw Arcturus back at the SGC, this time in his solid form, of course he was wearing a suit of complex nano-armor that would prevent any of these primitive chemical propulsion weapons. Still they were rather impressive with their sheer range of different kinds. Arcturus had to admit, the humans of Terra had truly evolved into a people capable of great war. Yet, after scanning their minds, the majority seems to seek peace and equality for all. The sheer nobility of the goal cemented Arcturus's decision to ally with them. He would give them a little technology here and there, but more importantly he would teach them how to use it and build it themselves. Perhaps the second-gens would become something after all.
1 week later. AGENT ARCTURUS BEAMS TO THE OUTPOST IN ANTARCTICA TO ACCESS THE ALTEROPS COMMUNICATION SYSTEM SENDING OUT A PULSE THROUGH SUBSPACE TRYING TO FIND ANY ACTIVE ALTEROPS AGENTS STILL REMAINING. HE THEN RETURNED TO THE SGC AND THEY FILED THROUGH THE GATE SETTING UP A PERIMETER BASE CAMP AROUND THE TEMPLE. THE RELAY BOUNCED FROM SATELLITE TO SATELLITE IN THE HIDDEN AND OUT OF PHASE ALTEROP NETWORK. STILL MOSTLY INTACT AFTER ALL THESE MILLENIA. DEEP IN THE PEGASUS GALAXY THE CITY OF ATLANTIS RECEIVED THE PULSE AND IN THE BASE OF THE CONTROL TOWER, IN A ROOM HALF FLOODED THERE WAS A POD, A GREEN GLOW SUFFUSED IT FOR A MOMENT AS A SMOOTHE FEMINE VOICE BEGAN TO SPEAK.
"Authorization sequence confirmed. Command authorization confirmed activating reanimation protocol. WARNING POWER LEVELS CRITICAL SHIELD FAILURE IMMINENT IN FOUR HOURS TWENTY-FIVE SECONDS." The pod's gel-like surface burst and a tall 6' 2" man in white creamy colored armor, fitting like leather padding under a tunic and pants with padded knees and calves. The man was thickly built with thick bulging muscles rippling along his arms and chest. His powerful legs stumbled as he burst forth from his pod and fell face first into the freezing cold water, getting instantly drenched.
The computer voice rang out again "Power levels critical, shield retraction to level zargo alpha one please move to designated level one catastrophe zones." At that moment the man stood up, his sharp face dripping with water, a blue light emitted from a half submerged pedestal scanning him. "Identity confirmed Zantaire Tethlione operative soldier. Status pending Alter-OPS review board for admission. Explosives expert level - GENIUS, tactical strategies-FAIL. Authorization for activation was received on stardate 782.8561 by Arcturiel ( CALL ME ARCTURUS OR DIE ) head of research and development Sci-Core. Current head of Alterran civilization, field commando and second in command of AlterOPS forces. Message reads-
Attention any remaining Alter-OPS Agents. This is Commanding General Arcturus, second-in-command of Alter-OPS forces, I hereby ORDER you to AVALON sector 007.258 designation Dakara. Priority one omega omega. Reply with emergency acknowledgement when this message is received. I pray you remain. -end message."
A holo screen appeared in front of the man, projecting blue filmy haze over the water. The central tower of Atlantis zoomed in on the power generation control room, flashing a red warning of critical failure. A matter transporter was awaiting his command to bring him directly to the control room. How did I know that? He thought. Then it hit him like a planet slamming into the top of his skull, making him cringe in pain in the water he was treading.
The Atlantis re-animaton update protocol, designed to bring those under stasis for extensive periods up to speed with technological advancements, tactics and any intel in regards to any threats they were facing. Someone messed with it.. It had dumped the past 18 million years of technological updates, research reports and secondary access command codes into his well as maintenance requests for backlogged toilets, waste reclamation designs, a small message popped up. Your welcome zanny!didnt want anything left out. -A". video footage of a….is that a shit-volcanoe? I am going to have a headache soon enough. Also, Arcy is going to pay for this… Zantaire thought as he groaned. He knew he needed to have it removed very soon. With this in mind (both literally and figuratively), he swam over to the door of the room he was stored in and used the neural link to activate the transporter.
In a shimmering blue light, he was transported to the core of Atlantis where the Potentia Crystals were powering the ancient city-ship. He frowned when he saw that two of the crystals were darkened, and the third one was barely glowing and pulsing red, indicating total failure very soon. When he read the readouts of that crystal, his golden-blue eyes widened in worry and shock as he saw that the power readouts were at five percent energy left. That was barely enough to power the shields at all, let alone any other systems… he thought as he went over to a section of one of the walls tapped it in sequence and a panel opened up, two slots with a small control panel in between appeared. Both with a small rectangular light underneath a small display screen.
He removed the three potentia after activating the emergency capacitors to hold the shield in place for a few minutes. He placed the two dead crystals in the first slot and they disappeared in a swirl of color. The slot he placed them in pulsed red in twice as the small display readout read 250.097JMU (Janus Measurement Units). He placed the fading crystal in the second slot and pressed the transfer button. The matter from the first two was converted into pure energy, charging the final remaining potentia to 25%. He placed it back in the power station and checked the readouts. The shield would hold for about 6 months to 1 year under the current strain. That should hold the shield, now to make a hyperdrive for the jumper to kick arcy's ass. He thought as he made his way to the jumper maintenance and repair bay to grab parts. And maybe some new toys from the armory, these drones sounded fun…
It took him a few hours but he rigged a trans-galactic hyper-jump-pulse-drive. Similar but different then a hyperdrive. It was only capable of one jump to one place. The upside was, it got you there in a fraction of the travel time. Pegasus to Avalon would take 2 hours. One to get out of the Pegasus Galaxy, one to cross the void, and a third to get to Dakara. The seat of their rise from the ashes leading to their greatest fall. And the place from whence they would rise once again.
SGC EMBARKATION ROOM COMBAT GROUPS READY FOR DEPLOYMENT UNDER RECENTLY PROMOTED GENERAL JACK O'NEILL (WITH TWO L' S MAKE SURE IT HAS TWO L'S) AND GENERAL HAMMOND AS FIELD COMMANDERS IN CHIEF.
Teal'c filed through the gate with the rest of the combat personnel from the SGC, he linked up with Carter, Jack and Daniel, the team SG-1. Revered by most who knew of them amongst the human military. Arcturus had scanned all their minds by now. He was honestly impressed by O'Neill. He was far smarter than he let on. But Jackson, Jackson intrigued him. Something about him felt… incomplete or restricted somehow… He pushed it aside and approached the temple in the old city of Dakara. He fell to his knees at the site of the carvings on the wall. All in the flowing blocky ancient script of alterran.
Arcturus's ship was in orbit of Dakara having flown there by remote. Its sensor picked up an object exiting a pulse jump. It immediately alerted Arcturus who had just received word that a group of Jaffa had attacked the gate and were fighting the SGC personnel. Arcturus paused in confusion. A pulse jump signature? That's obsolete even by my standards, who the hell would… oh no… oh no… please for the love of Raoul no. for the ship dive bombing from the sky with burnt out engines was hurtling on a collision path. Right for him. It impacted a hillside a few hundred meters away and began sliding along the ground. Mud, dirt, flowers and grass flew through the air pelting the Jaffa with small pebbles and rocks. Knocking most of them unconscious with sheer force. The modified jumpers drive pods were blackened. A slight haze wafted up from them as the jumper came to a rest a mere foot away from arcturus' face. The cockpit window showed the face of zantaire with a malicious grin of glee on his face, an evil glint in his eye. He pointed at his head, tapping it a few times and glared. Arcturus thought for a moment then remembered….his prank…. He had removed the limiter on zan's update protocol so he would get maintenance reports, cleaning schedules, plumbing requests etc etc. it was never meant to be 18 millions years worth…
Arcturus looked zan right in the eye, shrugged and began laughing. Doubling over from the sheer force and falling over writhing on the ground howling with sheer incredulity. Eighteen millennia worth of backed up toilets, pregnancy tests, bio-spills etc etc that had to suck.
See how well you'll like it with all this pontic in your frawn! Zantaire sent to Arcturus telepathically.
Arcturus glared at him and with a raise of his eyebrow replied in zantaire's mind oh and how is that? When you can't even stand up?
Huh? was all Zantaire thought at him before he was suddenly sent flying back into the jumper, and out the back hatch landing on the ground with a thud. You dintus! was heard and a loud slap rang out. Arcturus yelled out, "stop slapping yourself and get over here." arcturus walked over to a wall of the temple in between two statues. He frowned at them. Then looking at O'Neill he asked, " has anyone come to use this place religiously?" Jack pointed back and to left. A few hundred feet away. Teal'c was on his knees bowing to the temple. arcturus nodded, still frowning. " well that answers that, snake gods? " jack nodded. "well that's explained. Now let's get on with this, hey state name and rank now." arcturus demanded addressing the man who had crashed a ….modified puddle jumper with a pulse drive? No way…. Zantaire stood at attention after he walked over and replied. "Zantaire Tethlione sir, soldier in the demo-squad. If it can go boom, might go boom, or can be made to go boom, then for Raoul's sake, I'll make it go boom. Rank Operative, pending admission review SIR. "
Arcturus paused at that, a recruit was placed in tactical stasis? Odd, but deal to question that later. Higher priorities. " what's your security clearance now zantaire, I gotta know how much to tell you."
"Beta-red two clearance" replied zantaire.
"Arcturus sighed and pinched his nose, " fine, the information you're about to receive is designated priority Black Omega Zuul. to repeat it is to be de-tachyonized at the pre-molecular level. in other words. Erased from time and space itself. Forever, understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Zantaire replied immediately, knowing the seriousness of the situation.
"Very well, by our reckoning, so add 18 million years; four months ago when the plague was first detected before it was weaponized against us, a series of bunkers were created in phase displacement, completely automated. 100% clean. And containing genetic samples from over four hundred thousand Alterran scientists, politicians, and the greatest warriors. Held in a fully equipped cloning facility with copies of all their minds, as well as emergency tactical cloning units capable of producing 100 semi-sentient clones for specialized tasks. We can use them in the short term for man power and regrow our civilization. It was codenamed Pheta Protocol. As second in command of Alter-OPS, I was given clearance to know the location of one such bunker. They are fully stocked with supplies, weapons and matter synthesizers. Everything we would need to begin to rebuild. I will have to activate the facility though, that will take time. And as you can hear." he paused and gunshots and explosions could be heard moving closer. " The Jaffa are attacking and I need to concentrate on activating the defense systems. I need you to hold them off. Can you do that?"
"So I get to blow something up?" Zantaire asked, eager to do so.
"Yes. Go blow ALL of them up. Here." he tossed zantaire a small handheld cone-shaped device with a small protrusion dotted for grip. It looked like a metallic shiny blue shell. " pull the trigger. Point it at the armored section of paneling right there." Arcturus said, prompting a target to materialise from his ship where he was pointing.
Zantaire aimed the cone-shaped device at the panel that Arcturus's ship synthesized and pulled back his finger on a section of shell right behind his second knuckle. A purple beam of energy shot out like a bolt and 10 feet away formed a swirling angry grey-purple cloud that sucked up dust, dirt, bushes, the panel, some small birds. " its a singularity generator" arcturus stated. A manic gleam in his eye. As the purple cloud seemed to wax and bend before vanishing with a loud clap and a shockwave sprang out. Washing over them with a slight bit of force, Arcturus smiled.
"So what do you think?"
"Awesome!" Zantaire grinned. "Oh I'm gonna have fun with this toy."
" yea…. No." Arcturus plucked it away from zantaire. "That's a no no. This is a prototype for a galactic defense system. And not a toy. ( SCIENCE JUMBO SKIP IF YOU DESIRE)
"It creates a quantum singularity by detonating an atomic particle while holding it in a stasis field under extreme hyper-gravimetric pressure resulting in the particle exploding the particle is then bombarded with zaren radiation until a cataclymic reaction occurs forming a rip in space; which while under hyper gravity leads to a rip in time which then implodes creating a blackhole, which when it collapses sends out a waved of electro-magniatized radial particle waves. Harmless to our physiology but not so much for jaffa… don't worry Teal'c was given a shot before we left to counteract it.
"Aww…" Zan moaned in disappointment. "But it makes a nice boom sound! And the magenta was a nice touch."
"Oh, the coloring was my idea. I hate the off white and cream everywhere. The brown is worse."
"Agreed." Zantaire nodded, looking at his uniform.
"Anyway let's get this base online, go hold them off with this," Arcturus ordered his ship to transport downa crate. Filled with plasma assault repeating barrel attack platforms, plasma rifles, sonic pistols and various other weapons. advanced combat operative armor, made of liquid nano-weave integrated targeting system, emergency life support systems with a microbial fusion seal. Self-repairing nano systems. The armors could repair itself if given materials fed in through a slot in the belt on the waist. It could also synthesize small sidearms, rations and survival gear for emergencies. After he was fully outfitted, Arcurtus told him to choose from the crate of rifles and sidearms as well as take the assault platform if he wished.
"Now go hold them off while I reawaken the greatest race to ever inhabit the stars. Soon. the Alterrans will rise again."
"YEAH! LET'S BLOW STUFF UP!"
