The team stood in front of the Stargate, clothed in full winter gear. The planet they were going to explore was one covered in snow and winds that almost tipped over the MALP when they sent it through. The UAV had also proven that there was indeed a settlement of some kind on the planet. The team was equipped with survival gear and several days' worth of supplies on their backs.
Sheppard looked around to make sure that they were all packed up and ready to go. John took one look at the activated Gate and pulled some goggles down on his eyes. He walked up to the Gate. McKay looked at the stairway and then grabbed Sheppard's shoulder. John stopped and turned, removing the goggles.
"Yes? What is it, Rodney?"
"Isn't… uh… isn't Havoc coming?"
"No, Rodney. He isn't." John said. Rodney suddenly took a turn towards worry, when John gripped his shoulder."Havoc wasn't feeling good today, and he said he didn't want us growing dependant on him… Now go!" John pushed McKay through the puddle and walked through himself, Teyla and Ronon close behind.
"Havoc! Get down here, now!" Carson yelled up at Havoc.
"Not until you put that damn needle down!" Havoc said, hanging from the ceiling on all fours, refusing to get down, eyeing a needle that Beckett had. Beckett sighed.
"I promise that you won't go on a killing spree like last time, all right?"
"It's not that! I just hate needles, damn it!" Havoc yelled back. Carson stared at him.
"You're the ultimate life form and you're afraid of a shot?" Carson asked. "You're headaches won't go away unless you let me give you a suppressant!"
"Bullshit!"
Carson was swearing when Weir ran in, nearly knocking a display off a shelf. She looked around.
"Havoc…! Are you in here?" She yelled. Havoc fell from the ceiling. Weir jumped and walked over to him Havoc was getting up, when Carson snuck up behind him and slammed the needle into Havoc's veins. Havoc's eyes grew wide as he skidded over to a wall, grabbing the back of his arm.
"Carson, you evil son of a…"
"HAVOC, IT'S AN EMERGENCY!"
Havoc and Carson stopped yelling at each other and slowly looked at Weir. She seemed real distraught by something. Havoc saw a tiny radio recorder in her hand. He stood up and walked over to her.
"What's up, Doc?" Havoc asked as Carson held back a snicker. Weir handed him the tape. Havoc pressed play. A seedy voice issued out of the device.
"This is General Skotz of the Genii. We have captured some of your crew… and we are willing to make a trade… Some of our of-world operatives have heard rumors of a new weapon you possess that makes killing Wraith a meaningless task. We will give you Major Sheppard and his team, alive, for this new weapon. Failure to comply would mean the death of his team. Keep it in mind… You have three days." The tape cut short. Havoc crushed the recorder in his hand with surprising strength and speed. He started to walk out the door. The metallic components in his legs groaned with each step.
"Wait! Havoc, where are you going?"
Havoc turned to the two humans. His eyes were glowing like liquid metal. His hand crackled with static electricity.
"To give them what they asked for."
Horrid winds thick with snow whipped by the Gate. It sat on a high platform coated in ice. The DHD was hanging off the edge in a strange angle. The sky was dark with gray clouds, spitting ice and snow. The mountains stretched in every direction. The MALP sat on one side, tipped by the deadly snows. The Gate had icicles hanging off the inside wheel. The Gate groaned and lit up. The unstable vortex shot out of the center and retracted. The puddle rippled and Havoc stepped out. He had a brown trench coat of leather on, his face partially hidden by a hood. The huge package from before was on his back. Amber lens goggles covered his silver eyes. Havoc stepped off the platform. The snow was hard and packed, making it like a soft floor. Havoc stood in the snow, getting his bearings. The Gate shut down. The way the UAV tracked them, the team was somewhere in a town forty miles to the north. Havoc deactivated the cloak around his wings and grabbed the crystal. He shoved it in a pocket and lifted off.
Havoc flew for an hour and a half, covering about ten miles against the horrible wind. The icy winds formed icicles on his wings, the white scales blending in with the snow filled sky. It was getting darker. Havoc snarled as a chunk of hail slammed into his right wing. He decided that landing and walking would be safer than flying. He did see that he was on top of a mountain and that over to the north about three mountain tops away, there were many columns of smoke and constant light. Havoc landed in the snow. He paused.
"Did you hear that? It sounded like an animal."
"Yeah. A hurt animal."
"Hey! Don't forget our schedule."
"We have three days and I'm one fourth of the way there. Besides, I won't stop, just observe."
Havoc trudged through the snow and over a ridge. Havoc saw a river arch through the valley in front of him. Tiny gravel inlets dotted the icy water. Havoc noticed a patch of white on one of the inlets. Havoc's eyes focused on the speck.
"It's an artic wolf pup… It must have gotten lost or abandoned." Havoc said, starting down the hill. Shadow Havoc groaned.
"What is it with you and animals?"
Havoc made it to the river bed. The tiny pup was looking up at him, lying on its side. Havoc saw blood welling up from its leg. The tiny wolf snarled at him, instincts to stay from humans kicking in. Havoc jumped from the side of the river and looked over the pup. He felt some of his anger ebb away as he saw the tiny animal in pain. Havoc reached down for the pup, letting it gnaw at his leather gloves in a futile attempt to ward him off. Havoc looked into the tiny creature's eyes. They were silver, too. A line of black fur stretched over its right eye, like Havoc's scar. Havoc blinked and the pup stopped gnawing at his hand. Havoc grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and held it up to eye level. The pup licked his goggles.
"You are such a kiss ass." Havoc said as he took the pup up hill. Havoc had seen a cave up ahead and a storm was coming. They wouldn't be going anywhere tonight…
Sheppard and his team sat in chairs, tied by the hands and feet. Their weaponry had been taken away; all that they had been the gear itself and one of the portable Ancient computer pads. They were in small, well lit shed. An electric heater crackled in the corner. Ten TV screens sat on top of each other on one shelf, giving views from out post bases under Genii control all over the valley. A tall man with a large mustache and a Genii uniform stood nearby. He was staring at Sheppard.
"Ya' know General; this seems to be a constant stream of the same crap over and over again." Sheppard said.
"How so?" The General asked. Sheppard smiled.
"You capture us, threaten our lives, and we kick your ass and go home." John said. Skotz punched him. Ronon still smiled.
"You made a mistake. Havoc's isn't going to be a push over."
"Yes…" Skotz said, opening his jacket and pulling out a syringe. It was the Wraith enzyme that Lieutenant Ford had created almost a half a year ago. The Genii must have found some in one of his abandoned hideouts. It made a person stronger by ten fold, but it was also highly addictive. "We have made the necessary precautions however. The Genii have taken this wonderful medicine and increased the output. Humans with a power boost a hundred fold." Sheppard eyed the needle. Havoc was going to have some serious competition when he came around.
So he thought…
Havoc leaned back against the rock wall with a tired look on his face. He had found the cave and started a fire deep inside. The pup's leg was wrapped in a bandage and the wolf was chewing on part of a MRE meal Havoc had. Havoc tried to use a healing power on the pup, but he could only kill all the bacteria and rabies in the pup, not the wound. Havoc found some extra cloth in his suit's many pockets. He watched the pup for a second and closed his eyes. He began to drift in and out of dreamland. Something in the cave moved. Havoc's eyes flared open. A figure was sitting next to the pup, stroking the wolf's head. Havoc tried to pierce the shadow around this intruder and saw who it was. It was a man of African decent with silvery short hair. He had a jolly smile on his face, dressed in a cloak like Havoc's old uniform. IT was Avon, Havoc's old friend… who had been dead for 10,000 years. Havoc eyed him curiously.
"Are you real, or can I go back to sleep…?"
Avon looked up and smiled. He punched Havoc in the leg. Havoc felt the sting. He smiled back.
"So, junkie… How's thing in the real world…?" Avon asked. Havoc shrugged.
"Everything's gone to shit, like usual. How are things on the higher plane of existence?"
"Everything's gone to shit, like usual…" Havoc frowned.
"What's going on?"
"Well, the others are going crazy with the whole 'evil dragon' thing and you time traveling everywhere…"
"Evil dragon…?"
"Yeah. Falc'ner's alive, but he ain't Falc'ner no more. He turned into the 'Shadow Dragon'… crazy, huh? But ya gotta feel sorry for him. The poor motherfuer can't even fit through a Gate now."
Havoc eyed the ascended man for a sec and spoke.
"Is that all you have to say…?"
"Yeah… that's it. I'll say hello to Kayla for you. She wanted to come too, but I'm walking a line just talking to you myself." Havoc nodded.
"Say hi to the old man, too…"
Avon started to vanish, but right before he disappeared completely, he spoke, sadly.
"Havoc… Chiron's gone… the others wouldn't let him ascend…"
Something in Havoc snapped. He felt some of the old pain come back, his nano bot arm rippling and spikes jutting out and retracting. Havoc pulled his sleeve down. The inner fury grew deeper as the pain lanced through his being. He nano bot hand had grown claws and had strange tattoos on it like Falc'ner had before. Havoc staggered out into the snow. His brain felt like it was filled with acid. Shadow Havoc tried to speak. Havoc felt horrid power coursing through his form. His wings began to shine.
"Havoc! Calm yourself…"
Havoc whispered.
"For doing what's right… for keeping me free of their bastard restraints… from their brain washing… to keep what was left of my humanity alive... Chiron… my only family… they killed him… they kept what was his away from him… I am just a weapon… just a tool to punish…"
The tiny wolf pup howled. An artic wolf in the distance howled back.
"I am sorry… for all of this… Atlantis… the SGA… the human race… my friends… for all of the creatures touched by these corrupt gods…" Havoc said, voice growing darker, energies swirling around him. Darkness from his own soul over shadowed his darker ego. His eyes flared white behind the tears. "I promise you… REVENGE!" Havoc raised a hand to the heavens. A thick beam of light exploded from the ancient. The beam traveled up through the clouds and exploded in the upper atmosphere. In the distance, the General looked out the window at the said mountain and saw the sign. His smug smile dropped to nothing instantly.
The weapon of the gods had awakened.