An explanation is in order I suppose. Well… I want to begin with, SORRY! After a huge technical difficulty, I am back in business and I noticed a few things. I was not satisfied with the first version of Final Gate, so I decided to remake the story with an easy-to-follow beginning. Also, I realized that during parts of the story, when I read over my own work, I realized, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? So now I will be giving out a new overhaul of the story.
Oh! Yeah, before my XPS kicks me in the shins, I need to get this out of the way.
To all the people out there who would just love to jump at the chance to get a copyright lawsuit on me, I do not own anything Stargate Atlantis oriented or the rights to any music that I may use, but all the characters, plot points, abilities, and weaponry that I have in this story, THAT ARE MY OWN CREATIONS are under my protection. If you have a complaint that I stole your idea and/ or character, please accept my apologies and know that I wouldn't intentionally steal from anyone.
And there are pop-culture references in here, so no yelling there either.
Enjoy.
10,000 Years Ago
Time slowed down to an agonizing crawl. The event horizon was slowly churning into slow ripples. The energy shield over the Gate sparked and fluctuated, a gentle humming issued from the iris of color. Rainbows of light flowed over the stained glass and stairway. Dozens of faces lay half in shadow, all eyes on the Gate. The pockets of air outside the windows released a small group of bubbles into the sea. A bead of sweat formed on an observer's face and fell to the floor. The droplet splashed on the floor. Time sped up. The Gate hummed and sparked.
Two Atlantian officers at the control panels jumped as a crystal wailed and flashed. The officers looked at each other and began tapping buttons. The iris chimed and dissipated. There was a tense second when nothing happened, and then a large energy blast rocketed out of the Gate and made an ugly scar on the stairs. A second blast dashed through and impacted a wall, leaving a scorch mark on the dense metal. The Atlantians winced.
A puddlejumper rocketed out of the event horizon and skidded to a halt. The Stargate deactivated and the overhead lights kicked on. The Atlantian Gate-Room staff collected themselves and went to business. The puddlejumper rose up a few meters and turned to the control room. The weaponry and the wings snapped shut. A technician tapped an icon panel a few times and turned to the ship.
"General Chiron, do you require medical treatment?"
The glass was scorched to a thick black, murky with smoky dust. A pair of silhouettes was seen through the cockpit window. A gruff voice answered.
"Negative, but my co-pilot has a broken arm." The voice barked. The jumper pulled up and lifted through the door in the roof. Then the small craft eased into an empty shelf and shut down. The battle-scared door slowly eased down and two men walked out. One of them had short, cropped hair and a white tunic. His left arm was bleeding and twisted at a wrong angle. The second man was very tall. His hair was flat-topped and grey. His face was fierce, angry eyes and a solid, square jaw. A real military, sergeant type. His tunic was dirty and ripped. A gash made a connection between his right eye and his hairline. Medical personnel moved upon them from all angles.
Most of them focused on the co-pilot, but one of the medics tried to help the large General. He growled at the tiny medic and pushed past the small group. About halfway down the hallway, the co-pilot caught up with Chiron, a sling and wrap on his arm.
"Sir… Don't you think you should tell the counsel? I mean… you saw what the Wraith did to Paltra?" The co-pilot stuttered. At the mention of Paltra, Chiron whipped around and gripped him on the shoulder with a big hand. He pointed an angry finger at his face.
"I had my whole family in Paltra, as was most of your family! As much as I would love to avenge their deaths, I can't condemn children to a fate worse than that!"
"Those children knew what they were getting into the moment they could comprehend…"
"That doesn't make it right!" Chiron barked. He let go of the small pilot and leaned against the wall. He sighed and crossed his arms, eyes closed in thought. The pilot got his nerve back.
"So what will you tell them?" He asked.
"That the project will need more testing… Do more research. It's too soon." Chiron said, glancing at the co-pilot from the side of his vision. Chiron got up and started walking down the hallway. The co-pilot called to him.
"The children will forgive you!" The small man called. Chiron stopped, looking down at the floor.
"…But I can't ever forgive myself…" Chiron whispered.
The children the General was talking about were part of a project the Counsel of Atlantis had approved over sixty years prior. It had been in effect since then and had only one phase to go. The go ahead had to be confirmed by Chiron. The sister city of Paltra was the closest equivalent to Atlantis out of all of their magnificent cities. Paltra had called in a week before, reporting that the Wraith was just hours away from an attack. Being the last Atlantian class city, the Counsel jumped at the chance to send reinforcements. Sadly, a few jumpers and three flagships couldn't beat the odds. If the city fell, the Counsel would approve the final stage. Chiron had to be the bearer of bad news.
The sheer numbers of people involved scared the hardened General. One-hundred women were chosen at a young age. Through-out their lives, they were trained in the Ancient Art of Ascension. Their bodies were fragile after training for so long. Select males were chosen to pair with each of them. After a while, the women were impregnated and observed closely. During childbirth, the women were so frail, they would surely die. The plan was that after the child was born, the mother would ascend. They wouldn't cut the umbilical cord from the mother until the child ascended with the mother. When the infants were sent back by the Others, doctors would deliver a specific delta wave shock that would be applied to the child, infusing ascended DNA into the child's.
The half breed children would then be raised by select members of the Atlantian government, trained in a unique way. When they reached a certain age, they would be sent into full blown military training. After that, the children would be put through medical augmentations. Then, beyond that, they would be sent to a teacher that knew the Ascended Arts, to hone their skills. The children were kept happy, because the slightest fit of emotion, rage, sadness, or confusion would awaken the dormant destructive powers. A half breed would be the ultimate super soldier, made to obey any order without question.
Out of the one-hundred women chosen, eighty-four ascended. Out of the eighty-four, sixty-five children died when they were sent back to the human plane "incomplete". Out of those, forty children accepted the delta wave shock with positive results. Those forty were now in an isolated part of the city, hidden from the public. Chiron had nightmares about the project. He had seen the children. They were happy, but they were naïve, unknowing of their personal hell. About know, all of them were about 12 years old and they had begun military training. They weren't hardened soldiers yet, they had just started military technical training. They were on their way to being the killing machines of the future.
Chiron had tried his best to argue his point to the Counsel, but the men and women of the Counsel were not backing down. Chiron stormed out and went to the children's wing. He had volunteered to raise one of the children himself. Something about the child seemed different. The child in particular was one of three. He was one of the "incomplete" children, but he had only lost his right arm. The head scientists at the medic wing replaced his lost arm with programmable nano-bots. Trillions of indestructible robots made up his lost appendage. He had complete control over the shape and functions of the nano-machines, but he didn't know that yet.
His brothers, Falc'ner and Rekhyt were nothing like him. Rekhyt was brooding and strong, Falc'ner was always brainstorming and was a quick thinker. The child in question, Havoc, was a happy go-lucky child and he could move faster than any other child. Chiron thought that the speed was possible in part by his ascended DNA. His eyes were a silver sheen, with little markings around the pupil. His iris was a little fragmented as well. When he was born, the doctors feared he was blind, but when the General waved his hand at the child's face, Havoc winced and stared at the General's hand. In fact, Havoc had the best eye-sight and hearing of all the subjects. Havoc was unique.
The General walked down a dim hallway and stopped at a door. He reached out a hand and touched the activation crystals in the wall. The door revealed a small hallway that had three doors. Rekhyt sat at the end of the hallway, playing with a small computer. He brushed some hair from his brown eyes. At the age of twelve he had the strength and body of an eighteen year old high school athlete. The ascended DNA would eventually multiply his power a thousand fold. His hair was spiky and snow white. A white tunic was his common choice of garb.
Chiron walked up to the youth and looked down at him, trying to have a happy demeanor. It didn't work. Rekhyt didn't glance up at him, but spoke.
"If you're looking for Havoc, he's shut up in his room." Rekhyt said, jerking a thumb at the nearest door. A door at the end of the hall opened and Falc'ner stuck his head out. All three brothers lived in separate rooms, but lived in one hallway. Falc'ner possessed green eyes and silver spiky hair. He chose a black tunic and cloak. Chiron didn't always approve of his clothes, but that was the problem of Falc'ner's own guardian.
"General? Is he in trouble again…?" Falc'ner asked.
"Nega… I mean… no, Falc'ner. I just came to visit." Chiron said, still getting used to speaking non-military to the children. Falc'ner shook his head.
"When you do, tell him to turn down that music a few decibels… Some people actually sleep…" He said, glaring at the white haired sibling on the floor. Rekhyt shrugged and went back to his computer. Falc'ner retreated back into his room and the door hissed shut.
"…Music…?" Chiron asked Rekhyt. "What music…?"
Rekhyt glanced up at the General.
"Havoc invented a time-space disruptor thing… it makes a small portal to a specific time… he's been pulling music out of it all day and playing it on his computer pad…" Rekhyt explained, shrugging.
Chiron sighed. That was just like Havoc. Havoc wasn't the most brilliant of the children, but he sometimes built crazy things for no good reason. He made friends with a lot of the scientists within a few months after he started building stuff. He made some monumental discoveries, but he used his inventions for trivial things. …Like disrupting space and time for some futuristic song titles.
Chiron reached up and touched the door crystals. A spark jumped from the panel and shocked the General's hand. Chiron swore and pulled his hand back. Rekhyt sighed in exasperation and got up. He lifted the pad computer to the panel and clicked a button. The computer hissed and sent a thin beam of crimson light at the door switch and the cover popped off. Rekhyt reached for the top crystal out of the three crystals and pulled it out. He bridged the bottom two crystals and covered his face with his other arm. The panel burst into vibrant light and hummed. The air became static. Rekhyt stepped back and reassembled the door controls. He nodded to the General and walked over to his own doorway, slumping down in front of his door and tapping at the pad again.
The General put his hand on the pad and the door hissed open. The second it cracked wide, he was blasted by a wave of intense rock music.
(Rock) I'm at the end of my report again
For those who wont to apathy
You had the perfect opportunity,
But pled the fifth and walked away! Yeah! (Rock Guitar)
The General gripped his ears and trudged into the room. A mess of wires and spare parts littered the floor. A large window filtered in light, as the overhead crystals gave of a warm hue. A hanging bed lay suspended from the ceiling by four feet. A table in the corner was set up under a wide view screen, laden with all sorts of machinery and tubing. A small computer lay on the table, jumping to the music. Chiron leapt out of the doorway and grabbed the computer. He was never good with technology, so he just took the power source out of the back. The room grew eerily quiet.
Chiron looked around. The room had no hiding places to conceal Havoc. The General looked up. Just in time to see Havoc come flying down from the suspended bed and land on his back. Havoc jumped off the general and landed in front of him.
Havoc was a tall boy. His black hair was spiky and stood straight towards the back. His eyes were pure silver, marked by strange flecks of orange on the edges. Havoc was dressed in a red cloak, an oil stain on the right arm. The right arm, the one made of nano-bots was just like a regular arm, but it had a metallic sheen to it.
Havoc glanced up at the scar on Chiron's head. He smiled.
"You're getting rusty old man. A nice sized scar on your head and you were in a troopship… wow. You're an inspiration to us all." Havoc said sarcastically. Chiron stood straighter and glared down at Havoc.
"If you're so clever, what did I get hit by…?"
Havoc took in a deep breath and began mumbling something. Chiron thought he was pouting, but he leaned in and tried to make out what he was saying. He jumped back as Havoc jerked his head up and spoke.
"Ego indaeo falatus!" Havoc spoke, using the old language. His arm flashed a metallic light and a small group of nano-bots separated themselves from his right wrist. Much to the amazement of the old General, the small splotch of metal made its way up his arm and attached itself to the side of Havoc's head. They spread to form a type of screen over Havoc's right eye. The pupil flashed a white light and the nano-bots returned to the arm.
"Your wound possesses traces of weapons grade naquadah, most likely obtained from sustaining a fall of three to six feet into a naquadah mine. You also possess traces of fine grade naquadah. Rare to find. Used in making… Stargates? Excuse me for asking, sir… but did the Wraith literally beat you over the head with a Gate? Or did this come from brilliance as well?" Havoc said. Chiron, shocked that he had ability over his arm already, but angry at his tone of voice, poked him hard in the chest.
"Listen ya little shit. They blew a chunk off of the damn Gate when I got out of the ship. I was lucky to make it back." Chiron growled. He wasn't really mad. This was why he liked Havoc. He wasn't afraid of the General, so he could talk normally. Others were too damn intimidated.
Havoc lost his smile and glanced at the wall. On the wall was what looked like a small Stargate. Chiron knew that it was the time disrupter generator Rekhyt was talking about. By the way it sparked every few seconds, it seemed to be busted. Havoc winced as a new set of sparks hissed their way out.
"Did… Did Paltra fall…?" Havoc asked. Chiron nodded. Havoc's right hand gripped into a tight fist. Chiron wanted to say something, and he was about to, but Havoc's arm flashed again. Tiny spikes formed on his fist and the nano-bots grew restless. Chiron, not wanting to invoke an unexpected burst of power, gripped Havoc on the shoulders.
"You will avenge every single one of them, but you must keep a level head!" He said. The arm stopped and turned to normal. Havoc looked at him. "You and your brothers are the best hope for peace. Keep that in your mind. This is why you were… born…"
"This is why we were created…" Havoc said, smiling once again. Chiron stood up and headed for the door. As Havoc went back to work, General Chiron stopped by the door.
"Redemption… it shall be yours..." Chiron whispered as he exited. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, only to be cut short by the door, which hissed shut.
Ah… a much better intro. Now for some information.
Song Lyrics: Stealth Soundtrack - "Make a Move" by Incubus