A/N: If you take offence by this, please don't. This is a work of fiction where thoughts and ideas can be explored and taken to their limits.

High above Aycelon the Traveler ship returned to normal space and was instantly hailed by Atlantis. -This is Atlantis flight, welcome to Aycelon-

"This is Colonel Sheppard, is everything prepared for our arrival?"

-Mokar and Dr. Zelenka are waiting for your arrival on the west pier-

"Thank you. Sheppard out."

From outside the atmosphere the ship dove down at full speed and begun to flatten out its decent just a few kilometers above the ocean surface. As the ship came up to the city's shield it pierced it with ease and begun to land on the western pier. Standing ready for their arrival was Dr. Zelenka, Mokar, a large number of engineers and a dozen hover sleighs loaded with equipment. As it touched down on the deck the ship powered down completely for the first time since its construction. A silence settled over the ship which felt like nothing the crew had experienced. Before there had always been a slight hum at the least, but now it was completely silent. It stayed that way for a few seconds, then the thumping of boots hitting the hard deck begun to sound as everyone hurried to get to the boarding ramp, not only to defend their ship if anything happened, but also out of curiosity. Now they would all step out of their ship and use the ramp to do so. Not counting the Aurora-class ship this was the first time a Traveler ship had landed on a planet since they escaped into space. As the crew, which numbered just under two hundred, waited by the ramp one of their engineers walked down the hall leading to it with a plasma cutter in his hand. Many hundreds, possibly thousands, of years ago the ramp had been deemed unnecessary and when the seals around it had begun to leak it had been welded shut. Now the single engineer was cutting away the weld and after almost half an hour he finished his work. Along one of the walls a man received the order to open it and with eager hands he operated the controls, to no use. Nothing happened because the machinery which operated the ramp had partly been salvaged and partly it had decayed far beyond working order long before the ramp had been welded in place. Still the man refused to let that stop him from following orders and so he walked up to the engineer and took the plasma cutter from him. Then he begun to cut the two large pistons which held it up. From somewhere in the back more cutters were sent forward and a minute later five men had helped him cut away the pistons. With them out of the way the six walked out on the ramp and jumped up. When they slammed down the ramp gave away and fell down on Atlantis with a bang. First out was Katan and two steps behind her came Daniel and Sheppard, then the others followed as fast as they could. Outside they were greeted by the large group gathered outside.

"Welcome to Atlantis," Mokar said and walked towards them.

"It's an honor to see this great city and to be allowed to walk upon it," she replied.

"With your permission some of our engineers will board your ship and begin their preparations," he replied, wasting no time.

"Granted. Our engineers will be making sure they understand the technology they're responsible for."

"That will not be a problem," Zelenka said while his engineers walked past them. "We will make sure you can fix any problems with the new equipment."

"I prefer not to repeat myself, but as you heard in their nomination. For their work towards global stability and their hard work against global terrorism, this year's Nobel Peace Prize is awarded, today here in Oslo, to Alterran Tactics," a man in a black suit said from the podium. From one of the round tables Lorne stood up and walked slowly forward to the stage. When he was there the man moved away to make space at the podium.

"It is a true honor to receive this award," Lorne said to the applause and cheering of the scientist and celebrities in the audience. "For many years I have worked for the SGC and almost all of the time it was scientist and engineers like those of you seated here who saved Earth and the rest of the galaxy while we soldiers did our best to buy them time. So to be able to receive this prize for our acts as soldiers, given to us by the people who usually saves the day means much to me and to us as soldiers. We are not the first military force to have been given this award, but we are the first in over twenty years to have been given it. That to me means much, it means we as a military force have succeeded in our purpose, to defend and protect those who needs it. But it also means that many other have failed. On our large green planet there are many countries and only a minority of them does not have a standing military force. This means we have over two hundred governmental armed forces. The majority of these claim to be working for peace and equality. Yet here I stand as the second person to claim this prize for a military's work. Most militaries are well organised and to think that instead of these massive organisations who claim to work for peace individual people have gotten almost all Nobel Peace Prizes. I say this needs to end, militaries should not be used to invade other countries or to terrorise civilians, militaries should help those who needs their help and protection. But foremost military personnel should not take action without the support of the local population. These are the cornerstones upon which we operate in Alterran Tactics and we hope to inspire others to follow our lead," with those words he finished his receiving speech and bowed to his audience.

Before he could straighten up again a bang rang out across the huge room and a forcefield flickered in front of the stage. In the chaos that followed twenty or so heavily armed men ran in and begun to fire everywhere. Towards the front the Alterran Tactics soldiers drew their Alterran guns and begun to fire back in their black suits. Their only defense was the personal shields they had hidden under their suits, but that did not stop the bullets which ripped through the shields, their clothes and their flesh. In the other end of the room the heavily armed men let the energy bolts of the Alterran guns spread across their armour without a care. Somewhere in the crowd two bodyguards stood up and fired of their normal ballistic guns at the attackers. Unlike the energy based guns used by the Alterran Tactics soldiers they pierced the armour of their attackers. But they could only kill three men each before they got mowed down. It would take half an hour before the police arrived to find a slaughter and four attackers, who would managed to claim the lives of seventeen police officers during the coming eight hours before they too lay dead next to their victims.

Four minutes after the attack in Oslo a man in the Antarctic outpost was standing at his workstation in the outposts control room. In his left pocket lay a small device which looked deceivingly much like an old pocket watch. But this was one of four hundred receivers crafted using Goa'uld technology to receive its activation signal anywhere inside the galaxy. Once the correct signal was transmitted to it the screen would light up, just like it now did, and that was it. Each one had cost well over a million dollars, but the only thing it did was light up, still someone had been willing to pay the price for all of them, plus the transmitter which had cost many hundreds times more. When the receiver lith up in the man's pocket he called over a coworker to take his place, then he left for a nearby staircase. It took him down several levels from the control room to a storage room which they used to store emergency gear. It had been created as part of an expansion phase to house the influx of goods from off-world, but stashed away inside the room was a gate buster, officially known as the Mark IX naquadria enhanced nuclear bomb. With the Goa'uld attack the SGC had been thrown into chaos for a short while and, among other things, the design for it had leaked to many of Earth's enemies which had agents on Earth. One such copy had found its way to the hands of a Second of the Lucian Alliance, looking to make a name for herself she had sold the copy to a third party when the Alterra had swooped in to save the planet, in exchange she had gotten the promise that it would be used against the outpost. Once built another agent had placed the bomb there for the third party. Now this man was sitting down right next to it, in one hand he held a locket which contained the single picture he had managed to save when the Goa'uld had assaulted his village. It showed his family in front of their village but now the image had been covered in blood spray. In the other hand he held a red crystal which he slid into a small slot in the casing of the bomb. The moment he did a red line ran from the back to the front, it took just over two seconds, and when it reached the front everything went white. The explosions radius of the Mark IX would normally have been roughly a thousand kilometers, but as it were the Lucian Alliance agent had deliberately place the bomb right next to the new Alterran Naquadah generators which increased the released energy. While it should only have destroyed the outpost it now evaporated large parts of the Antarctic continent and sent tremors through the crust of the planet which would be felt for days to come. While hundreds of people had been sent out across the globe to assault or sabotage anything or anyone who had anything to do with aliens their attacks were nothing in comparison to what had just taken place in the south. Still it was like hundreds of bees stinging at once. While most operatives would take lives and give their own for the cause on Earth around a fifth had been placed out in the galaxy, along with their bombs and guns. In the aftermath of this somewhere between three and four billion people lost their lives, solely on Earth. Out in the galaxy dozen of human civilisations got devastated with the Jaffa taking the brunt of it with uncountable numbers of casualties, whole planets were turned desolate and their fleets of Ha'taks were turned into debris fields.

Somewhere beneath the Arctic ice thirty six large hatches were moved away and dropped to the seafloor, allowing huge amounts of ice cold salt water to flood the hangars that each of them had protected. From these frozen concrete caskets 304s rose, one from each. Or at least that was what they looked like, in truth they were much closer to the 303 tech wise than the 304 simply because most of the technology had been viewed as too alien by the eccentric millionaires and billionaires who had paid for them. Instead the 304 design had been taken and all alien technology had been replaced by human versions. Even shields and hyperdrives were completely Tau'ri designed, but the most advanced technology was by far the transportation technology. By studying the Alterran rings and the Asgard transporters a compromise had been created, a base plate which did not need anything on the side, but it still needed an identical receiver, which could not be more than ten kilometers away. This was by far the most advanced ship which could have been built with Earth's technology and it was more than a match for the Ha'taks the 303 had been built to counter, but against the much more advanced 304 it would not hold its own. As it were the 304 could hold its own against ten of these ships. At eleven the scales would tip slightly in favor of this new design. This design had been named the BC-305 as it was a replacement for the 304. As these ships rose through the water they pierced the ice and split up, each ship heading for the person or persons financing their construction. When their founders were safely onboard the ships would rise up to give the men and women responsible for the ships and the devastation a good view of their work and the planet they would lead out into space with iron fists. The explosion in the Antarctic outpost might have changed Earth's rotational axis and orbit slightly but such trivial things did not worry them, not even the fact that their sensors told them that the magnetic north pole had shifted to the red sea could get them worried or put them in a bad mod. Now was their time to shine and shine they would.