[Author's Note: Damn this chapter took too long to write. Also I switch writing software (used a txt editor rather than a Office Suite with UK spelling installed.)

I will edit the other chapters though to correct spelling, grammar and some stuff that I thought was removed but isn't.]

Chapter 4: 2014

Major Jonathan "John" O'Neill², was getting bored. He has been ordered by his superiors in the upcoming Tau'Ri military to form a special forces unit compromised by troops from as many countries as possible.

Right now, his unit was in Kazakhstan, searching for a GLA terrorist arms-maker Dr. Thrax. Major O'Neill² (he had added a square to his name symbolise that he was a clone rather than the usual "jr" for sons.) He watched Hei Lianhua a Chinese born cybersecurity expert working her magic while Serran Spryte Faen was buzzing around as a lookout. He was concerned when he picked him, but at a 15 inch height and a 30 inch wingspan he was almost too perfect for the role.

"I know I'm bit new with all this technology." said Lt. Phian Dawnsmith. "But how much longer?"

"It isn't a video game or a movie". Said Hei Lianhua. She had the beauty of a runway model but she had chosen a life in the PLA specializing cybersecurity. Her name she used was a codename, no one except Major O'Neill² and her former superiors in the PLA knew what her real name was. "The GLA is using a custom firewall, finding a backdoor is difficult.

"Once again, new with technology. The most advanced piece of tech was an experimental low-pressure steam-engine back home on Serra."

"Damn, that's low-tech. Then why are your world this high-up in Tau'Ri government? "

"Few of the planets in his home-system are high tech parallels of Earth." said Major O'Neill². "Some are even higher than us if we haven't the 'Gate, except for one planet."

Major O'Neill ² was referencing a weird-tech Earth parallel that had developed a magic rather science. Although the its fictitious source was a TV-pilot that was never picked up.

Major O'Neill² looked down at his wristcom and pulled up the GPS-app, it showed where the rest of his unit where. All 24, including him, where they should. He was amazed by the technology that was strapped around his arm. Similar piece of tech had been introduced few months earlier, though it used photons and used supercapacitors to power them, his, however, used a 10kc tachyon pulse and a reverse engineered Ancient Broadcastbattery. The battery could receive and then store energy from an active ZPM (any ZPM within a one light-second would do as the tech was included in all ZPM designs made by the Ancients). The battery could then store enough energy, enough to make 10kg worth of hydrogen, thankfully through a hardware fail-safe made it only weigh 0.1 grams. And if the containment failed, the fail-safe would dump the energy into subspace. O'Neill² wondered once again why this fail-safe wasn't built-in into the mark I ZPM the Ancients made since it could be a major solution to a lot of the problems the SGC had with them. Another difference in the civilian wristcom would use a 256 qubit letter length (number of qubits per pulse, comparing to a single bit letter length per pulse in the old iPhone) at a 512 qubit word length processor against his 8192 qubit letter length and 16384 word length.

"There!", said Hei Linhua. "Uploading intel now."

"Good." said Major O'Neill², and said into the radio. "Everyone prepare for beam up."

And 23 confirmations later, a bright beam encircled each of them, and they where on board the Odyssey.

20 minutes later in Rome

Caino Scorpione was sitting in his office, reading the latest reports on the studies regarding the crystalline material samples he was given by the SGC. If it weren't for the Asgard covertly destroying the extrasolar asteroid in 1990, he and his followers should had lured the Scrin to Earth by now and left the planet for his homeworld and let Earth to rot alongside anyone who didn't want to follow him.

"Sir, Mohammed Iqbal have arrived." said his assistant.

"Show him in." returned Caino. "Ah... Mohammed, how is 'our investment' in the GLA?"

"We are getting the returns we needed from them." answered Mohamad. "A bit early too."

"Good."

"By the way the research into the Ichor?"

"Ichor? I guess that name works as any other, my people calls it Earth Poison."

"Really?"

"Yes. The research is doing great. In two years the main research facility in Hong Kongis going to have an 'accident' releasing the Ichor throughout the Chinese countryside, followed by supplemental 'accidents' in our satellite facilities in Rio, Mumbai, Lund and Sidney."

As the two men discussed their plans Caino Scorpione's assistant Eva Satterfield, officially formerly Captain in the US Air Force, unofficially a NID agent, was listening in on the behalf of her superiors in the NID. The bugs were positioned on the building opposite Caino's office using holocamera to record the sound waves being absorbed by the office's windows. However unbeknownst to her and her NID superiors a series of camouflaged circuits insider her brain, started to transmit the conversation via 2 kc signal to a cloaked satellite orbiting the brown dwarf WISE 0855-0714.

A signal officer onboard the Odyssey noticed the rogue signal and flagged for further analysis.

Light-years away from Earth.

Lt. Daniel Novacek call-sign "Bulldog" was looking at the bars of his cell. It has been two weeks since his capture by the Cylons. All they had done to him after they had interrogated and tortured him is to put him into his cell and given him food twice a day. What had disturbed him was that the leading Cylons were designed to like humans, down to the cellular structure. He was now looking at a model three as they called it,

"I wonder if you have realized that it was your own people that shot you down" mocked the Three. "Leaving you behind."

"That is not true, bitch." answered Lt. Novacek. "You shot me down, and when the Admiralty find out where I am, they will cross the Line."

"Such big words, Lieutenant. Such big words."

Across the Basestar Lt. Novacek was held in a One was meeting his fellow One.

"So is your contact confident?"

"Yes, brother the representative from Anubis is quite willing to buy more 'assets' to be placed around the Goa'Uld empire as sleeper agents."

"What do Anubis want in returned for this lot then?"

"The Twelve Lights of the Lords of Kobol."

"A done deal. Assuming they survive the destruction of the Colonies."

"Our contact said its more than likely that they will survive. Anyhow if they were to be destroyed it would take out the entire system as a secondary explosion."

"Really?"

"Yes brother. Our contact is willing to leave one in our care and study, assuming more than ten survive."

"Tell our contact its a done deal."

"I will brother. I depart next thing tomorrow and tell him."