While zan went to aid the SGC personnel against the jaffa now launching a full frontal assault, Arcturus made his way to a blank section of wall deep in the temple. He walked over to it and smiled.

"Initiate bunker access, emergency protocol pheta omega black one zuul hostiles in immediate vicinity, alterran empire has been decimated, initiate emergency tactical cloning procedures, initiate emergency wartime manufacturing process. Authorization for systems activation Arcturus Sci-corps Head second in common AlterOPS Commando infiltration and destruction speciality. Command code personnel One One Omega Black Riddick Arturial Ridikule family forever. Execute commands.'' There was a bright flash of blue light as the wall seemed to shimmer and disappear giving way to a metallic archway leading into a darkened room. Panels along pillars spread out randomly were slowly lighting up, revealing a few consoles and a large data screen activating in the middle of the room. The computer just finished processing his authorizations and then a neural link prompt came through his implant. He accepted it and took complete neural control of the baze. He activated the sensors and saw no way, 14 hataak class ships orbit with thousands of jaffa on the ground, the sg teams are performing admirably but they are so doomed. I gotta get the primary reactors online and begin a potentia farm. Gotta get combat drones launched. Arcturus searched the inventory of the base systems, still booting up it took some time as the list kept updating and expanding as more systems and servers came online, tee maine reactors were at 11% they needed atleast25% to activate the shield and 40% or more to activate the weapons and shield. IF i prioritize weapons though… Arcturus plugged in a command equation and heard the system calculate how long it would take to bring secondary perimeter weapons online. They were activateable at his convenience, activate the perimeter. Full power. Lethal force threat level black.
Outside the temple's entrance behind fortified walls and a few machine gun emplacements the SGC personnel were praying for a miracle. Zan then ran by them and jumped through a hole that had been blown through the wall earlier by an al'kesh proton bomb. He charged the lines at superhuman speed using his suit's brown and green outer armor to hide amongst the grass and sand dunes attacking the jaffa from nowhere and disappearing. Hundreds fell as blue lasers shot from every direction. Using the suits' exo-skeletal enhancements systems he was moving faster then they could see. His punches were enhanced with nano pulses increasing the force of impact a thousand fold. His fists were going through the armored chests of jaffa who got too close. Soon though he was surrounded. Thousands of jaffa fired at him as his shield activated he simply chuckled and his suit shot out nanites forming a chair, then he disconnected the shield generator from his suit and expanded its radius creating a small dome. Then he opened up a small portion in his back and out popped a bottle of… is that idiot drinking lemonade under a shield while being shot at?! Screamed Carter in her head as Daniel and Jack spluttered in disbelief.

Zan simply sat on and reclined in the chair. He drank some lemonade and relaxed. He closed his eyes lying almost flat. The blue shield shimmered over him. A small computerized voice spoke out from his suit helmet that was laying on the ground next to him.

"Sir, is there anything else you require? A turkey sandwich perhaps."
"Oooh that an option?!"
"No."
"Aww worth a shot. Whats the shield strength at?"
"Approximately ninety-nine percent, sir. It will last approximately four years under current strain."
Just as the computer voice finished the sentence larger plasma bolts rained down from the ships in orbit impacting the shield.
"Estimates reduced. Shield failure imminent, in two years, nine months, three weeks, twenty-nine days and twenty-three hours. Ha ha ha."
Zan had started when the computer told him failure was imminent. Snarky personality….wait a second...arcturus hadn't made these suits...right? They were older then him….right? Oh dear Raoul please no…. There was a slight static noise that evolved into deep chuckled then an evil cackle culminating in a near-ear-splitting roaring laughter. That stopped suddenly and Arcturus' voice rang out. "Hey Zan, cover your ears and eyes!" There, Zan jumped down huddled over in a ball covering his face as his helmet was kicked away and a bright flash lit up the sky. A voice rang out from his helmet on speaker extremely loudly.

" NOW BE BLINDED BY THE LIGHT OF A THOUSAND SUNS!" As the Ha'Tak in orbit exploded simultaneously creating large fireballs seen from the troops on the ground. Then from where his helmet had landed a few feet away a blue holo-projection shot out showing Arcturus clothed in black and red chest plated armor with gel-like padded covering the whole suit and thin blue lines weaving through his arms and legs. His eyes burned with rage at seeing the jaffa firing around the ruins of the once great city. His memories showing him the buildings that had once stood in his time. The jaffa were desecrating his home. They would pay. With their blood. The jaffa in the vicinity were blinded and fell down grabbing their faces.
The base was at full power and Arcturus fired every plasma array at the ships in orbit. Then he cycled the warm up sequence for the anti-fighter fire. All around the SGC personnel who gazed in wonder as zan grabbed his helmet and ran towards them. Posts sprang up out of the sand all around the temple. A few dozen yards from the bottom of the steps. They popped up about a meter apart. Then a small bulb popped out the top and split open, revealing two small cylindrical barrels. The jaffa crested the dune as all personnel had pulled back to the temple. The Jaffa ran and were instantly mowed down by the jets of blue and red light that shot out of the turrets faster then was believed possible.
Almost like a beam they fired so fast each bolt impacted a jaffa in the center of their chest killing them instantly. Within an hour the jaffa had stopped the suicide runs. Though they had lost a few thousand at least. From what the SGC personnel had seen. In reality the true numbers were appalling. Over 80,000 troops had been deployed when the battle begun. Now only 20,000 remained. Against an enemy numbering less then 5 thousand at the start. How was this possible. Even worse, the enemy had suffered injuries. But no fatalities. His men were ineffective and now on this world where they had subjugated the Jaffa, defenses had come from nowhere of technology so advanced that not even 60,000 Jaffa or the thirteen Ha'Tak had been able to breach them. A shield had shimmered around the temple after the first wave of Al'Kesh had been deployed. Mere seconds before the proton bombs would have decimated the temple they impacted on a blue golden dome that formed over the temple. Arcturus had found an updated subspace communications relay that allowed him to tap into the AlterOPS Network to contact Atlantis mainframe.
He wanted to contact the AI but a simple message appeared across his screen in text. Please do not initiate contact. Power levels are at critical levels. Shield under strain. Catastrophic failure in two weeks three days at current strain. Immediate assistance required. Unknown ships are attacking.
Arcturus' face grew purple with rage as he contacted zan and simply said.
"Atlantis, she's under attack."
He initiated the emergency tactical cloning procedure to create semi-sentient clones capable of thinking of solutions to problems presented to them, but not much else… They would man defensive stations be the foot soldiers of the defense force until the normal clones could be grown at an average rate of eleven months gestation and then a twelve year childhood cycle before schooling and career assignment. It would take many decades before they were stable once again. Then his screen blanked out. And a prompt for his personal identification access code appeared. Arcturus was confused. He entered it as zan ran into the room behind him. He stopped when arcturus raised his hand out telling him to wait a moment. Arcturus entered his code and a message appeared. It was moros. The last high councilor of atlantis. He was dressed in. AlterOPS commando Assault gear and he looked far younger then the other recordings of him. Moros opened his mouth and began to speak.

"Pheta protocol has been activated. You know what this means. You are now considered the leaders of the Alteran people. In the bunker resides ten thousand genetic samples from the top scientists, soldiers and scholars our people have ever known. There is also a fully functional cloning facility, biomass-production facility and consciousness transferral room. Tactical clones are available for emergencies in cases where combat is imminent. Be warned though, in four years time exactly, they will drop dead. They can be imprinted with any knowledge for a given post. Air traffic coordinator, fighter pilot squadron navigator, to name a few. This base is also equipped with a four hundred meter perimeter defense turret mounted anti personnel system and an aurora-grade defense shield powered by enhanced antimatter reactors. Layered with nano-reactive self-repairing armor and fifteen plasma anti-orbital defense cannons.

""There is hangar three levels down containing twelve aurora class Lantean Dreadnought Assault cruiser prototypes. They were destined for the war in pegasus before it was abandoned. A repository with the latest intelligence and technology is available in the Commander's office with proper activation authority. Please enter your personal command code there as well. And may the stars be with you, you hold our race's future in your hands. For if you are seeing this, you are all that remains and that must be rectified.

There are threats known only to the leaders of our people. Ancient threats we must be prepared for. Go to the repository, get the knowledge and save our people. Transfer of all command authority from Moros High Councilor to the individual at this console upon the playing of this message for the first time. May Raoul guide you."
Moros disappeared. Arcturus and zan made their way over to a small glowing blue bulbous platform. "Commander's office?" He spoke aloud in a flash of light, they were in a small circular room. Consoles were arranged everywhere and a small footpath led around them to a door. They made their way over to it and the door slid open. A small desk with an inlaid console, a small holo screen and comfy looking chair adorned the right wall while a small console and holo screen set into it, was directly in front of them, to the left there was darkness. Arcturus walked up and typed in his code, the repository beeped and he stuck his head in and two claws morphed out and held his head in place for the download. The light hit his eyes and his head hurt really badly for a moment as his implant worked at four times its normal capacity to process all the data it had received. After scanning his mind the repository had only given him updates on what he already knew. He transported himself and the first batch of clones to the bridge of an aurora dreadnought and told zan he could take any ship in the hangar. There was a modification and engineering area of the hanger if they wanted to customize their ships. Arcturus already had a few ideas to "fix" the rather pathetic warship "Warship?! pfft piece of floating target practise if you ask me, a few thousand drones and a couple dozen pulse defense turrets really? At least these ones have lagrange satellite weapons on them, never thought I'd see the day the council used my designs. They always said they were too violent. Well duh! Military research and development. Fighting. Violent. Whatever there was something cruvis with all of them oww my fraun. Anyway, let's concentrate on this now, Arcturus, you can do this."