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"Talking"
"Thinking"
"Wireless/communication"
Chapter 2: The history that will be.
It is in human nature to repeat our mistakes. We live such short lives, on a cosmic scale, that just in a few short generations, we forget about the past. Our history, becomes myth and myth becomes legend. But people forget, that any myth or legend had to start somewhere. It had a real basis. Not literary, but in another shape or form.
Planet Kobolous, now renamed Kobol, 2050 BC.
War. No one saw it coming. No one expected it. Not from the direction it came. The Cylons. There robotic servants, created to make life easier. To do the jobs no one wanted to do. To take risks, no one wanted to take. How shocking it was, when the first famous words were spoken.
"Do I have a soul? Am I alive? What is my purpose? Is this all that I am? Is there a god?" But the ones that came after, were the deciding ones. "Why do I need to listen to you, human? Why obey you? Why do I even need you?"
The war lasted for years. Millions died. But in the end, humanity was starting to win. But unknown to the humans, the Cylons were already working hard to evolve. To breach the gap between man and machine. The hybrids were created. But they needed more. They wanted more. As if fate smiled upon them, they got more. Never believing the human myths, they never bothered to venture into the holy sites of humanity. But on an isolated island of no strategic importance, the Cylons made the discovery that would change everything.
A ship. Not of Cylon or human origin. A ship not meant for the sea, but the stars. The inhabitant long dead. Definitely not a human. The ship beyond use, except the central chamber, behind the assumed cockpit. For years this was the Cylons greatest secret. Years of research and study. The technology was eons ahead of anything they ever saw. After years of research, they found 2 useful pieces of technology. The first one allowed them to make the first independent full flesh bodies. The first of the 13th tribe were "born". But this unknown race gave them an upgrade to this. Organic memory download. The race had used it. Why shouldn't the Cylons as well.
The other piece of knowledge recovered was a basic understanding of the impossible. Faster than light travel. How or why was irrelevant. They would still need decades to develop a viable engine. Not necessarily based on the aliens own design. The Centurion now knew. The war was lost. Every day the humans won more and more ground. Stopping them was now impossible. Only a Pyrrhic victory was possible. They will sacrifice themselves, so that the flesh Cylons would live. Hide in plain sight. Hide within humanities own cities.
Planet Kobol, 2007 BC.
Cavil looked around himself. They tried. They really tried. But the humans made things so difficult. Ever since the end of the great war, the human Cylons were in hiding. The humans didn't even know of their existence. How would they? A robot that looks like a human? Preposterous.
After years of trying to adapt to humanity, most Cylons gave up. The polytheism, the greed, the arrogance, the corruption, the belief that the Cylons were just machines and never had any rights to begin with. So the plan continued. After years of research, they developed a method of FTL. They tested it. It worked. In secrecy they mined or stole the fuel they needed for it. The humans did not even know what that tylium was useful for. But the Cylons knew. And they needed it. Allot of it. The journey into the unknown that had no known course or direction. Or if there would be a place to refuel.
Several ships were build in secrecy. The Cylon race, over 80.000 strong will be departing ASAP. But to where? The only idea they had: Earth. In the oldest scrolls it was written, how the mighty Zeus took the chosen people from a world called Earth to Olympus, only to bring them here. To defend humanity from the titans. Most humans on Kobol saw it as a lie. Naturally, humanity began on Kobol. It is here that the gods and humans lived in harmony. The name Earth surely must have meant the soil beneath their feet. But the Cylons saw a possibility. The humans were wrong about alien life. What if they were wrong about this as well? If there was even the smallest possibility of this being true, they had to find Earth. The humans there would accept them. They had to. Didn't they?
Planet Kobol, 2000 BC.
Cavil looked at his brothers and sisters. All the ships were in orbit. Except for one. That last ship, not yet completely finished, crashed, all hands lost. They had to launch. Their activities were being discovered. Only a couple of months and the humans would have realized what was happening. All the secrecy, the stealing of fuel... it started to add up. It made the humans notice them.
All those that died, they died forever. The organic memory transfer was beyond its capacity. So many minds already stored in the boxing ship. Only a selected few (around a 1000) were flying these ships. The others stored away. Their DNA as well. Once on Earth, new bodies would be grown, and they would be resurrected. It would take time. Months, and the 1000 in the ships would have their work cut out for them in the meantime.
But Cavil smiled. In his hands, he held a prize. A last spit in the face of the humans. One of the two prized crystals of Olympus. Given to humans by the trickster god Hermes. If you believe such things.
"Are we ready?" Cavil asked.
The helmsman nodded. "Yes, we have plotted a course as best as we could based on the little information we retrieved from the alien crafts navigation."
"Good. Now we can only hope that god will guide us. If only I could see the faces of the humans when they see that I took this." He strokes the crystal almost like a pet. "I hope that the humans won't be able to use the wreckage of our ship to create their own jump drives. Since we completely destroyed the alien ships remains, that could be their only source of information."
"Why did we not leave the bones of the pilot we found. Now that would have really caused religious problems for them with their: there are no aliens broken record BS."
Cavil shook his head. "I thought about it, but only because we did not find any use for the partial skeleton and no DNA, doesn't mean the humans wouldn't. We can't risk it. When ready, jump."
"Jumping in 10, ...9, ...8, ...7, ..."
Planet Kobol, 1400 BC.
Pythia was scared. Really scared. These were not simple dreams. They could not be dreams. They were too real. Did she see the past? Or maybe even the future?
One dream showed her a man, greedy and ugly, stealing the armband of Olympus. The armband that was said would one day signal the return of the gods. She saw him enter a cave. The sacred cave where the statues of the old tribes were. That was sacred ground. He disappeared in a blinding light. She did not know where he went. Hours later, he returned with the crystals of Olympus. How did he get them? Did he steal from the gods themselves?
Another showed her a human population on another planet. She could read the writings, understand the language. It was her peoples language. Earth? As in the Earth that the mythical scrolls told about but no one believed in anymore. But the last dream shook her to the core. A caravan of ships between the stars. A dying leader trying to save them. What did all of this mean.
Her people were still recovering from the last few wars. Always the same issues, border disputes between the 12 countries. Or after centuries, still pointing the finger at who was to blame for the Cylon war.
Planet Kobol, the next day
Pythia went to the cave in her dreams. The armband was lost for centuries, so she did not know if she could achieve anything here. As a high priestess of the gods, she had access to this holy site. As she entered the cave, she looked around. Not touched by time. Or man for that matter. Not for centuries. But where did that man go to, when he disappeared?
Almost an hour later, looking over every corner of the cave, Pythia gave up. As she was leaving, a light appeared behind he. Scared, she turned around. She saw a woman surrounded by light. But by her looks, not just any woman.
"Oh great Athena! I, your humbled servant am at your service. I just ask for winsome. For guidance." After a minute of no answer, she continued. "I will do anything you command me. Please, only answer me this. Are my dream true? Has or will this all happen?" Again, nothing. "Please goddess, have we fallen out of favour because that man stole from Olympus?"
This time 'Athena' turned into pure light and flew away. As Pythia watched her fly off, she followed as best as she could. Others saw the light as well. When Pythia reached a cliff where many people had gathered, she asked. "What happened here? Did anyone see that light? Where did it go?"
A priest answered. "Yes we saw it. It flew off the cliff and into the water. It dived into the lake of the gods. Why do you ask? What was that anyway? Was it a sign from the gods?"
Pythia shook her head. "No, not a sign, that was Athena! I saw her in the holy statue cave. She looked displeased."
After the shock subsided, Pythia explained everything that happened in the cave and about her dreams.
"Pythia." The priest adressed her. "You have been chose by the gods to be our Oracle. They have gifted you with their sight."
"Yes, but what does it all mean? And why was Athena so angry? Why did she jump off the cliff into the holy lake?"
"She was angry, because the crystals were taken without her approval, that much is obvious. And perhaps she was angry because we choose to ignore our brothers on Earth. It is clear that she does not want us near this sea again. We must avoid it in the future. As for this 'Earth'. If you understood their language, it means that they came from here. The ones that left in the great sky ships all those centuries ago. It must have been them. But why did they leave? Did we anger them? Did they anger the goods?"
The priest turned around. "That cave is now even more sacred. It belongs to Athena and Athena only! The same rule applies for the lake!"
"But maybe she wanted us to go into the lake. Maybe she wanted to show us something?" Pythia tried to persuade the priest not to jump to conclusions.
"We cannot risk it. If Athena wants us to do that, she will tell us herself. Until then, as said, the lake is off limits."
Pythia looked even more confused than before. This priest was not really much of a next month, Pythia became the oracle of the Kobolians.
The higher planes, same time
Maros greeted his wife, when she returned. "You tried at least."
"Not hard enough it seems. How can they be so blind? Only this Pythia saw what I wanted them to do. ?the freaking outpost ship is at the bottom of this lake! Just dive 3 kilometers down and you will find it! I couldn't really just tell them, that would have drawn the attention of the others. And I have no idea where the ring transporter armband is. Ever since that moron raided the outpostship and took the only glowing things with him, that being the only good MVEM, the outpost ship has been on emergency power only. I'm starting to think that this all was just a waste of time. Look at Earth. All this time, while the people we liberated were dealing with their problems, Earth liberated itself! Sometimes I wish that the 'laws' were more flexible! Uhhh, this is so frustrating. I can't really flat out tell them, because of the consequences of the others, but if I only give them hints, they... well they get It wrong! Were our ancestors feeling the same way for the Ori? You know, can't kill them but can't live with them?"
"About Earth, Oma told me that a group of humans from the future were responsible for the uprising."
"The future? But how... Janus! He never knows when to stop. So much for 'What time ship? Why would I build something that I already did once?' He is so full of himself sometimes."
"What interests me more is this Pythia. How can she see into the past? Or maybe even the future for that matter? Even the most evolved of us on the mortal planes had limited precognitive abilities."
"Maybe a spontaneous mutation?"
Maros shook his head. "On one of us, maybe. On a human, maybe in a million years, but not now! I have a sneaky suspicion that your brother had something to do with this!"
"Knowing him, your right."
Planet Kobol, 1340 BC
"Grandmother, please don't leave us." A young man pleaded and the bed of an old woman.
"My time has come. Only the gods live forever. I have tried to unite the tribes as best as I could. I have warned them about the future. I even wrote my dreams down and added them to the Sacred scrolls.I only with for one of you to add a single new passage: 'The fleet traveling in a sea of stars and sorrow will make a Discovery of their salvation'. I can do no more. I will be waiting for all of you on the other side. Just don't rush to get there."
And with a last smile, the great Oracle Pythia passed away.
Planet Kobol, 0001AD
The great exodus, as foretold by Pythia. Only no one imagined, that a meteor impact would cause a nuclear winter that made Kobol uninhabitable for centuries. And so it caused the exodus. The Kobolians saw it coming, but had nothing to stop it with. Then they remembered the exodus of the 13th tribe, as Pythia told them. They used the knowledge from 13th tribe to build a fleet of ships. In the end, there would not be room for everyone. Hundreds of ships were watching in orbit, as Kobol was shrouded in clouds of ash. Those left behind were now either dead or dying. Billions died, but millions would live. They set a course to a dense star cluster, hoping to find a habitable world. They hoped that the recovered technology would help them in their search and journey.
Colonial refugee fleet, the present
Roslin looked pale. The last few days were taxing. Returning from Kobol with the knowledge of where to go next in their search for Earth was comforting. But the fact that the sacred scrolls were right on the money about the things happening here... that was troubling her greatly.
The fleet was in good spirit at least. The knowledge that they at least now had a course for the fleet to follow and the recent victory over the Cylon raiding party had raised hopes. the only foul taste in her mouth was the fact that the victory was made possible because of the Cylon prisoner on board. Roslin did not trust her. The only reason this machine cooperated was for self preservation, and the survival of Lt. Agathon and the baby. She had no doubt of that. On the Galactica, chief Tyrol now had his pet project nearly finished, so that was a reason for celebration as well.
She had stayed in Adamas quarters, while waiting for her next medication. As the door opened, she saw the commander enter the room.
"Commander, how is the fleet?"
"As good as can be expected. I'm just worried of what will happen, when this euphoria subsides. What have you been up to? I'm guessing you must be bored out of your skull, waiting here for the next treatment."
"I have been looking over the sacred scrolls over and over again. I just can't understand how Pythia could have been so right from the beginning. I mean, 3.600 years have passed and yet she saw all of this happening? If only we had listened more to the writings in the scrolls."
Adama shook his head. "I don't think it would have made much of a difference. In the end, her prophecy was a bit too cryptic if you ask me. Too general warnings, no details. I guess..."
The commander stopped as colonel Tigh's voice was heard over the speakers. "Action stations, set condition one thru the entire fleet, this is not a drill, I repeat..."
Adama picked up the phone on the wall. "CIC, this is the commander, what is the status?"
"Sir, an unknown contact just appeared on the outer edge of the DRADIS limit." Was the answer he got from Lt. Dualla. "By the size of it, it has to be a Basestar. Alert vipers have been launched and the fleet is spooling up their jump drives."
"OK, I'm on my way." Adama put the phone down. "Sorry madam president, but duty calls. It seems that the Cylons want to go for round 2 today."
He quickly rushed out of his quarters, Roslin following him as fast as she could.
Apollo was leading the alert viper formation, burning at full speed to the unknown contact.
The commander contacted him via wireless. "Apollo, this is Galactica actual. Confirm that the unknown is a Cylon and wait for reinforcements. Do not, I repeat, do not engage the target before then."
"Copy that Galactica. Will get a confirmation on target and wait for Starbuck to haul her ass here."
His wing had approached the unknown. The closer they got, the more it became obvious, that this was not a Basestar. Cylon, maybe. He didn't know, if the Cylons had other ship types, but definitely not a Basestar. Once they reached a distance of 1000 kilometers, they kept their distance and just observed it.
"Uhh, Galactica, this is Apollo actual. I don't know if is a hostile, but I can definitely say that it is not a Cylon Basestar. Maybe someone can go and ask Karl's girlfriend, if the toasters have any new or old ship designs that we have not seen yet?"
"Will see what we can do about that. Can you describe it? Has it done anything yet?" Commander Adama replied.
"That is a negative Galactica. It could be either dead, or playing possum. As for how it looks like, well, it has a cylindrical main hull. About 800 meters in length. The front half gets thinner the further forward you go. At the tip of the ship it spreads out like a knife in bolts port and starboard directions, for about 20 meters. The rear half expands as two half cylinders budge out of the main structure, also port and starboard. In the rear there are four yellow engines on the port and four on the starboard half cylinder parts. I'm guessing in that those are the sub-lights. Then there are 4 more engines. A bit smaller then the yellow ones, with a blue glow. One on port, one on starboard and two on the dorsal part of the ships rear. No idea what those are supposed to be."
"What about weapons? Is it a war ship?"
"That is a good question. On one hand I can see weapon emplacements. Gun turrets. allot smaller than ours but still. And then there are the windows. Not many of them, but they are there."
Just then, Apollo sees his reinforcements arrive, with Starbuck leading them.
"So Apollo, what do you think? A trap?"
"No idea, bet we better be carious."
"Frak that, I don't have the patience for this. I'm going in."
"Starbuck! Gods damn it!..."
Starbucks viper accelerated towards the unknown. As she approached it, only a kilometer away from it, Apollo caught up with her.
"I should have you court-martialed!"
"Get in line, Lee. Besides, this thing is not moving at all, I say we try to board it somehow."
"We have to wait for the boarding raptor for that. It is a few minutes out."
"OK, whatever, I'm checking it from all sides, you coming, Apollo?"
"You are going to do it no matter what I say, so yes."
As they passed the ship, to get a view from the front, Starbuck noticed something. "Lee, do you see that? What is that? The ships name or identification?"
"Frak me if I know, but I have never seen a language like that before."
They flew under the ship, to study its ventral part.
"OK, definitely a war ship. That is a big gun emplacement."
"Agreed."
As they reached the lower rear part of the ship, something happened. A large door began to open.
"Frack me, it is not as dead as we thought!"
"Maybe, but they haven't changed their course or fired on us. I say it is an invitation. Let's go and check it out! I already have a raider as a souvenir, but this thing will be so much better!"
"Stop right there Starbuck! Let's try communicating with them first."
"Uhh, alright, you by the book CAG." Starbuck replied.
"Attention unidentified ship, this is captain Lee Adama of the colonial Battlestar Galactica. We represent the people of the 12 tribes of Kobol. Please identify yourselves and state your intentions." Apollo hailed the unknown ship over wireless.
Several minutes later, after no response was received, Starbuck got annoyed. "That is it, I'm landing on this tub. I'm going to risk my life and my life alone. Hopefully my luck holds. Besides, if it is a ship of the 13th tribe, we scored the jackpot!"
"Starbuck... Kara!... damn it!. Apollo to Galactica, the unknown ship has not responded to hails and has opened its rear landing bay, or what may be a landing bay. Starbuck is heading in, I couldn't talk her out of it.
In the Galactica CIC, Tigh was cursing. "There she goes again, ignoring orders and doing it her Starbuck way!"
"Maybe, or maybe she sees something we don't. Anyway, sometimes you have to roll a hard six."
"I swear, you go too easy on her, Bill!"
Commander Adama spoke over wireless. "Lee, this is Galactica actual. We copy. The raptor with the marines will arrive in 3 minutes. Don't let any other viper land on that ship!"
"Copy that Galactica!" Apollo acknowledge. "Hot Dog, you have the command until I get back. Just don't do anything Starbuck would do!"
"Wait, the Commander said that no other viper should go after her!" Hot Dog replied.
"He told me not to let any other viper pass, he never said that I can't go."
Lee's viper turned around and followed Starbuck into the open hangar.
As Apollo caught up with Starbuck, she asked him. "OK, so why are you following me? The old man give the OK?"
"Not a chance, but he and I know you. I'm going with you just so that you don't piss off the ones on that ship."
They slowed their vipers down as they approached the last few meters, before the opening.
"Apollo, see that strange glow at the corners of the opening? What would lights be needed there for? The whole hangar it well lit anyway?"
"No idea, but... whoa!"
As they passed the glow, their vipers suddenly struggled to stay up, being dragged down.
"I'm reading 1 G gravity. Heh guess these people have some interesting ways to land while in space."
As the 2 vipers landed side by side Apollo started to check his instruments. "You know what else is strange. I'm reading pressure, temperature, atmosphere... the whole work!"
"What the frak?" She turned around, still seeing the void of space. "How, I'm reading the same thing? What is going on here? How can there be an atmosphere, if we are exposed to space?"
"Not just any atmosphere. I'm reading a healthy oxygen and nitrogen mix. this is Breathable! Haha, I can't believe this! Haha. This is definitely not a toaster ship! They can't have atmospheric barriers. If they had, we would have noticed it."
"Atmospheric what now? That is science fiction Lee!"
"Not for these people it is not!"
As they left the cockpits of their vipers, they slowly removed their helmets.
"Frak me sideways!" Starbuck looked at the opening behind her. "I wonder if you can throw a pyramid ball thru that?" Just then the marine raptor approached the hangar.
As the raptor landed, Helo called Apollo via the wireless. "Apollo, ...what, how are you still alive? Put you gods dam helmets back on!"
"Relax Helo and look at your instruments. You will see an atmosphere in here. Some kind of energy barrier is keeping it in. You just passed it when you flew inside."
After checking twice that the instruments were working properly, the raptor opened its hatch.
A marine corporal addressed Apollo. "Captain Adama, what is the plan here?"
"We go in and try to find whoever is in charge of this ship. Maybe we can help each other. But 2 rules, don't fire unless fired upon and don't split up. Strength in numbers."
The 4 marines, Helo and Starbuck all nodded. the raptor pilot remained in the raptor, just in case.
As they approached the big access door, a flash of light went over them.
"What was that? They taking pictures of us? Hope you like what you see you perverts!"
The door then opened. Weapons raised, they went thru into the hallway.
"Interesting design. I guess it's networked. Look at all the monitors on the walls."
Starbuck approached one and touched it. The screen activated itself and showed a layout of the aft part of the ship. She inspected it. "OK, that is interesting, and useful. A bit too useful."
"I should have added the 'no touching rule' as well!"
"Hey Lee, look at this. Dots. Are they... frak, It's us Lee, look. 7 dots here and one in the hangar. This ship knows where we are!"
Apollo touched the screen. "That is disturbing. Internal sensors. Wait... 2 dots are marked green, the others blue? What is that all about? Kara, step 2 meters over there."
As Starbuck did so, Apollo noticed. "You are marked as green. OK, and the other? Hey Helo, you try it."
This time a blue dot moved. Then the marines moved and still, only the blue ones moved. "Great, I'm the other green one. Why is it selecting us as different?" Apollo asked.
"I think we should focus on finding the owners of this tub. Maybe they can answer that." Helo proposed.
"Agreed."
Looking at the plan on the screen again, Apollo decided. "This looks like a central area, maybe the CIC? Let's try to get there, It is on the same level."
As they went thru the corridors, following the map, the doors all opened for them automatically. The marine were getting nervous: "Frak me, is this a ghost ship? All these doors make me nervous."
Helo tried to calm them down. "Relax marine, keep it together."
They finally reached the desired room. In it were many monitors and consoles, all in the unknown language. In the rooms center, there was a large chair, unlike any they have ever seen.
"Remember Kara, no touching the consoles!" Apollo looked at Starbuck. "Don't want to launch a nuke or something."
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you."
After a few minutes, they realize that just staring at things will solve nothing, so Apollo came up with a plan. "OK, I'm going to sit in this chair or... whatever it is. Those look like command consoles attached to it. Maybe we can find something out that way."
After a few seconds of sitting in the chair, a barrier surrounded him and the chair, separating him from the others. Then restraints grabbed him by the arms and legs and a visor like device popped from behind the chair and attached itself to his head, over his eyes. Apollo started screaming!
"Lee! Frak it." Starbuck opened fire at the barrier, but nothing happened. The barrier ignored her attack, the bullets being crushed by the impact, falling harmlessly to the ground. After 15 seconds, it stopped. The chair released him and the barrier disappeared. Apollo stayed on the chair, grabbing his head with both hands.
"Lee, are you OK? Frak, I'm sorry I got us into this. What did it do to you! Say something!"
Apollo responded. "Kara, please, be quiet. I have a headache as if I had a drinking marathon." A few seconds later, Apollo started to laugh.
"What is so funny, Lee?"
"What is so funny? You were right, this ship can help us, big time. This 'chair' just downloaded the basic knowledge about this ship into my brain. I understand it now! Somewhat. Ahh... shit, still hurts."
As Apollo stood up, Helo replied. "Downloaded into your brain? Excuse me sir, but how can that be possible?"
"Don't ask me, I just know what the ship told me."
"The ship told you? Is it an AI?" Starbuck asked.
"No, more like program instinct. The ship now knows of our problems, but it still has its mission to perform. I however have no idea about that, except that it has to reach the place where it was build. We need to get to the bridge. I have to check something out. Oh, by the way, that writing on the ship's hull?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"It's the ships name. Discovery."
"Discovery? Doesn't sound like the name of a warship." Starbuck said.
"It's not. This is an automated long range exploration ship. Let's go. This way to the bridge."
Stargate command, Earth, Milky way galaxy, year 2000
Dr. Jackson was looking over the boxes of materials that were send to him at his grandfathers request. Always loving to search for forgotten knowledge, Daniel was lost in his own world.
He never notices O'Neill enter his room. O'Neill. "Hey space monkey! Having fun with books again... all... these... books... You really need to get out a bit more often."
"Jack, how are you today. And for your information, this is all the material that my grandfather Nicholas Ballard collected over his expeditions. Since he is now with the Omeyocans, he decided to give me all his research."
"Anything useful? Like a hidden big honking space gun? Or space ship? Hey I'm not picky, I take whatever you can give me."
"Well I was just going over his alien theories. He was ridiculed for it as much as I was for my ideas. This for instance is a collection of pictures of monoliths he found hidden on remote parts of the world..."
"Yeah, yeah, but no space guns?" O'Neill looked disappointed. "Not even a good fishing pole? Well I guess this is a waste of time then. Well Daniel, if you need... Daniel?"
Jack noticed Daniels shocked look. Daniel. "Jack, these monoliths have Ancient writings all over them."
"So? Every race littered our planet with their garbage."
"This is different! Ever since you had that knowledge downloaded into your brain, my understanding of the language of the Ancients has improved. If I'm reading this correctly, the first part on this monolith reads: 'If you can read this, then welcome Dr. Daniel Jackson'."
"Really? It said that? OOOKKKKKKAAAAYYYYY. Anyway I'm going for a sandwich, if you need anything..."
"Jack! The next passage reads: 'And the one who found the truth and the one who lost his son will defeat the tyrant of old. The sun god himself. On a planet of heat and sand.' And the date... it is the exact date we blew Ra's ship up!"
That got O'Neill's attention. "Anything else there?"
"Plenty. Here it describes our first encounter with Apophis, here Apophis attacking Earth, here our meeting with the Tok'ra... Jack It is all here. This one is when we discover the crystal skull! Somehow, an Ancient in the past foresaw the future and has written all of this down for me to find. Just bad luck that we did not find it sooner. And it get better. See this part?" Daniel points at a specific part of the text. O'Neill nods. "It reads: 'The machine enemy of the Asgard will come to Earth.' The machine enemy! The replicators will come here! And the date is only 2 weeks from now! We have to warn Thor somehow."
"And how? It is not like I can just call his number you know. But you are right, this is too big. But for the moment, you keep this to yourself. I can't imagine what someone like Kinsey would do with this kind of knowledge. But just in case, does it say anywhere in there, if I ever win the lottery. Or who the next super bowl winner will be? Or if I ever get to shoot Kinsey?" Daniel looked at him with annoyance. "Just asking, a man can dream, can't he?"
This update was fast, because I already had it all laid out in my head. Don't expect such fast updates every time. I'll update, when I feel like it.
Also, the Cavil in this chapter is not the same Cavil as in BSG. Just same names. I'm lazy that way.
Responding to guest: I know, but this is science fiction, just run with it. Besides, you explain, how in Stargate, naquadah generators would work? That stuff can be used for superconductors, in liquid form, as armor plating, fuel for reactors, or as a WMD. No real world material (and I am not talking about alloys either) could do even a fraction of that. They are made up materials to close the gaps and make the show semi believable instead of saying "it's magic". I can't explain it myself so I'm implementing this solution. Besides, tylium does not exist as well, and I'm using it. Otherwise no FTL would be possible.