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"Hello Hello, readers! I am Slim A Lou Prime, you may call me Slim or Slim Prime if you so wish. I bring you today a story I have been wishing to do for a little bit given a few cycles now. Now that other stories have ended the Original has found time to do just that! So here I am presenting it to you!"

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*Presses play on the holo-disk*.

*Distant Crusader noises*

Reach, was one of the strongest fortresses humanity had apart from Earth itself. Eighteen repair and refit space stations to service the many warships that came from other warzones to be repaired or more times the case salvaged for all their worth. Twenty Orbital Defense Platforms surrounded the planet with mac guns that could punch a hole in just about any covenant ship with its shields down. Millions of soldiers with thousands of ground vehicles to boot along with air vehicles as well.

But now little remains of the once thriving world. Its space stations and defense platforms were destroyed. Its soldiers were dead or evacuated from a doomed world, and the smoldering remains of ground and air vehicles littered the cities and battles of the planet. Even Reach's ruthless sons and daughters, The Spartans, would find their end on the planet that turned them into Humanity's strongest...

Though most of the Spartans that fell there were of the third generation, the impure and defective as the "mother" of the Spartans would call them. Created to die in service to humanity, to buy time against the Covenant war machine. Most would die behind enemy lines giving their lives to complete an objective. Others would die on the frontlines of the war. What was left died on Reach, with only a few surviving the death of Reach.

However, despite Reach's condition, one was claiming the lives of aliens. One last spartan III was still fighting and still sending his enemies to an early grave. Every Covenant soldier or vehicle that attacked him was killed or turned into burning metal. All who were sent to fight the one they called a demon soon became corpses that littered the fields. Soon the most skilled of warriors available to the invasion force was sent in, and they too met the same fate. It was not until one of the ship masters decided he had enough of sending in warriors to feed to the demon and ordered his ship to glass the area.

Back on the surface the Spartan known as Noble 6, The Lone Wolf, ONI's Grim Reaper, and the only other Spartan on record to reach the lethality rating of hyper-lethal vector. Around him was the evidence of his bloody trade. Bodies upon bodies of dead aliens in numerous states of death. Some bleeding out from broken bones or bullet wounds, others had snapped necks or broken rib cages, and others had their limbs or head cut off or deep stab wounds in their necks.

His steel-gray Mark V[B] Mjolnir armor was damaged from all the fighting and his energy shields could not hold their full charge anymore. Varying colors of blood were splattered across his armor from his more close kills. His helmet's visor was cracked, and his HUD only displayed his shield level. His body was aching from the strain of fighting and the few heavy blows he received from a brute chieftain. Even so, there was still some fight left in him.

The Spartan III looked skyward. A Covenant cruiser was flying overhead, its glassing beam powering up. Very soon this whole area would become extremely hot very quickly. He looked around him to see if there were any working vehicles left around but as his luck would have it none were in sight. Maybe if he started running now, he could find shelter before it fired, but with his wounds that would be unlikely. Still, he was not the type to roll over and die.

Noble Six turned toward the hills and mountainous terrain and began running toward it. His body protested with pain, but he ignored it as he was trained to do. He kept running until he found a cave in the side of the mountain seeing as the glass beam was about to fire, he did not have much of a choice. The cave was not too deep but it would have to do.

He sat himself down at the end of the cave to have a breather. The cracked and damaged helmet soon came off his head allowing him to suck in the air directly. The air was hot, ashy, and smoky even down in the cave making it a little harder to breathe. Even so, he did not mind it. His armored hand came up to his neck and pulled out the dog tags of his fellow Spartans Jorge's, Kat's, and Emile's. He did not have Carter's as he still had his when he rammed his pelican into the side of that scarab. He did not know what happened to June, hopefully, he got off world with the doctor.

Just as the spartan was about to close his eyes a light yellow light began to fill the cave. In an instant, the spartan was back on his feet, and aiming a covenant plasma repeater he recovered towards whatever was making that light.

"Greetings reclaimer!" A floating spherical drone-looking object greeted him in perfect English.

As Six looked at the flying object he noted the blue-illuminated photoreceptor located on the front of the orb. It had a silvery-looking metal covering its hull, reminiscent of the alien structure he saw under Sword base. He did not quite remember what Halsey called them or if she bothered to mention the alien race's name to him.

"Do not be alarmed." It went on in a male-sound voice. "I mean you no harm. I was recently reactivated due to tampering from non-authorized lifeforms and sought to find any authorized races. It brings me great excitement to find a reclaimer here! Oh, but where are my manners, I forgot to introduce myself, I am monitor 746 Independent Focus, caretaker of slip-space hub 047."

Six slowly lowered his rifle seeing as the… monitor did not seem to be a threat to him. He was about to speak when the sound of the Glassing beam fired from the outside. The monitor turned to look toward the sound before it turned back to him.

"We must leave here reclaimer, it is not safe."

Before Six could register it, he was surrounded by the same light that brought the monitor to him. Next thing he knew he was standing in an advanced-looking facility with the monitor beside him. It flew a few feet in front of him before turning to him.

"Please follow me Reclaimer and I shall show you to the slip-space portals." Independent Focus said flying off again. Having few options to go on now, Six followed after him. While they moved through the hallways the monitor spoke to him about the facility. "This is one of the many Slipspace transporter hubs that my creators the Forerunners built with hundreds of other Slipspace hubs throughout the galaxy allowing for near-instant travel of people or small-sized cargo. I regret to inform you that this hub is somewhat small compared to the others, and we lack medical facilities to help you recover from your wounds. Again, I apologize."

The facility shook but the Monitor paid it no mind and went on talking.

"However, there are a few facilities that can assist you that are still connected to this hub." The monitor explained as they entered a room with a dozen thin metal arches. One of the arches began to light up and a slipspace portal opened up in between the arches. "I have already alerted the monitor of that installation that you are on your way. Simply step through the portal."

Six looked up at the monitor not entirely sure if he could trust it or not. The facility shook again causing the monitor to turn towards the way they came.

"Oh, bother. It would seem the meddlers are determined to enter the facility. Go on ahead Reclaimer I shall dissuade them from proceeding any further." The monitor said flying off.

Six looked back to the portal and then back down the hallway. He knew the chances of him getting off the planet by other means were extremely low. Even if this was a trap he would get out of it… somehow. The Spartan III approached the slipspace portal and after a moment of hesitation walked through.

In the next moment, Six found himself in another facility similar to the one he just left. Before he could take a better look around another monitor appeared before him, this one looking like that last however its light in the center light of the monitor was purple.

"Greetings Reclaimer!" The monitor greeted him almost yelling, its voice having a female pitch to it. "I am the monitor of Installation 8941-7! I am very happy to finally meet a reclaimer! Oh, and what's this, a Class two combat skin? I have not seen a model like that before! Is it an improvement on an older model?!"

The monitor was speaking so fast that Six could barely keep up with it. As it did not give its name Six decided to call it Chatter Box. Before Six could even utter the T to the beginnings of "That's classified" Chatter Box began again.

"Oh no need to speak Reclaimer, I can have a look for myself."

All of a sudden Six's body locked up and his posture straightened as if he was in the presence of a superior officer. The type of beam projected from the monitor's head and began to run up and down his body. It was scanning him.

However, just as he began to fight it his armor was released from the lockdown and he could move again. The Spartan's weapon flew up to aim at the monitor's frame, however, it did not seem to notice him take such action.

"An inner skinsuit…" It began. "moisture-absorbing synthetic material linked to your environmental control. Ah, an inner skinsuit is a gel-filled layer, to regulate user temperature and assist with handling G forces and high-velocity impacts. A liquid metal crystal piezoelectric layer-"

The monitor began to list off the components of his Mjolnir armor down to each component along with a short description of what each listed part did. It went over his armor's Titanium nanocomposite bodysuit, his Biofoam injectors, Reactive circuits, Lockdown system, Energy shield system, and Power supply, all classified information laid out for the monitor to read off as if it were common knowledge.

It also took this time to list the damages to his armor as well as his body. Five fractured ribs, two broken bones, a punctured lung, and a badly sprained ankle just to name a few. His armor's power generator was failing and his armor was punctured and melted in some places, never mind his helmet.

"You are in luck Reclaimer we have medical facilities here, I will have you back to your non-damaged self in no time. I shall also repair your combat skin as well."

Before Six could reply he found himself teleported again, this time however he was teleported without his armor. He now found himself lying in another alien room, this one was well-lit almost to the point of blinding. He moved to sit up but something passed over his face causing his vision to blacken before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Six's eyes flickered open. He was in a different room again, this time with something soft to lie on. He pulled himself up to find that he was in some form of robes not of human origin. For one it was form-fitting, it was like he was wearing his black suit again. However, unlike his black suit, this "robe" had fabric covering his legs as a normal human robe would.

Even after Six had been put to sleep he had expected to die or wake up with some form of pain. He did feel better than ever, like all the events of that last month had never happened. Like he had just arrived on Reach and just met a noble team. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

The room was mostly empty side for the bed and a type of terminal off to the side of the room. Other than that, there was just the door. The spartan walked over to the door, it opened when he got close. Outside was a long hallway with other doors most likely leading to other rooms. His augmented senses alerted him to an incoming being. Six quickly turned towards it ready for a fight. What he saw was another one of those drones that were flying around the facility when he first arrived.

It made a type of beeping noise before tuning and floating off, it turned back around when it reached the end of the hallway. Obviously, it wanted him to follow it, and seeing as he did not know where he was at the moment Six chose to do so. The drone led him down a series of hallways and a few larger rooms. It would come to fly off into an opening in the wall when he reached a larger room with the lower level of the room looking like some form of high-tech assembly line.

"Reclaimer!" Chatterbox, as Six began to call the alien machine, greeted enthusiastically, the monitor flying down from a similar hole that the drone left in. "It fills my chassis with joy to see you walking around again! Rest assured I have been hard at work repairing your combat skin since your procedure. I trust the sentinels did a satisfactory job."

"Sentinels?" Six asked hearing the name for the first time.

"Sentinels are the automated machines you see flying around, while they are just the basic aggressor units, they do perform their various duties to the best of their abilities." Chatterbox replied. "The regenerative stasis units also seem to be in working order, wonderful! I am also pleased to report that your combat skin has been repaired and is ready to be used once more. Though I could not improve upon the design as this facility is not currently geared toward the manufacture of military-grade equipment. Protocol dictates that only a being of sufficient rank could order this installation to change its manufacturing parameters. However, I can send you to an installation that could help you if you would like reclaimer."

Six weighed his options. Sure he could go to this facility to see if they could help him and possibly convince them to give him some weapon he could turn over to the UNSC to help with the war. Then again it was also very possible that they would refuse him on the grounds that humanity was not "ready" for such weapons. He could just as easily ask to send him back to a UNSC-controlled world but given his options, it would be better to ask and run the rest of being rejected than not to ask and never know.

The Spartan looked back to monitor. "I would like to visit this facility."

"Wonderful, I shall take you to your combat skin now. Then I will show you to the slipspace portal to see you off." Chatterbox answered excitedly.

Once again, the Spartan was covered in light, in the next moment he found himself back in his armor. He looked at himself to see that his armor had been completely repaired. All the dents, scratches, and damaged parts had been repaired or replaced. It was like the first time he had dawned the armor. The plasma repeater he had brought along was also attached to his back, and according to his HUD had been recharged to full.

Chatter Box appeared in front of him. "Come reclaimer let us get you underway!"

Once more Six was led down through the installation to the room he had arrived in. The Slipspace portal was already open and waiting for him. Just as he was about to enter the portal the monitor called to him.

"Reclaimer, you should know that the Installation you are heading to has not been responding to my attempts at communication. As such protocol dictates that this Installation should be investigated. If the monitor had been offlined or shut down I have downloaded the sights command codes into your armor. This should allow you to access the Installation without the monitor as well as flag you as a friendly to any Sentinels that may be patrolling the area."

Six nodded in thanks before turning into the portal and walking into it. In the next moment, Six was in a dark void. He knew that the last time he had used the slipspace portals they were almost instantaneous. This time he was in slipspace for ten minutes before he came out of it again, however this time he was thrown out.

Six hulking mass hit the ground hard causing him to grunt but he was unharmed by the fall. His instincts kicked in and he got back to his feet, drew his weapon, and began to scan for targets. The area around him was not like the one he had just left. There were signs of damage and there was greenery spreading its way throughout the room. It was like he had just come across a ruin from a people long past.

Seeing as there were no hostiles in the area Six lowered his weapon and began to look around. As he walked through the ruin, his helmet's night vision came on illuminating the area in a greenish tint. Six investigated the ruin, coming across more and more rooms like the one he had arrived in. No sign of a monitor nor those sentinels there were supposed to be guarding the installation. Just greenery and the ruined rooms around him.

As the Spartan III went, he noticed that it looked to be a terminal like the one in the room he woke up in. He walked over to the terminal and to his luck it powered on as he got close. He did not recognize the symbols the holographic screen was showing him. Just as he was about to hit a random symbol all of the symbols changed to English. He wrote it off to some form of technology these forerunners had.

Though the terminal still worked much of the records regarding this installation were degraded and corrupted past the point of gaining any true insight into what happened here. Luckily there was a small tidbit of information about an armory, and something called Promethean guards stationed here. To his luck, of sorts, the reports on the terminal said that only one Promethean was left still functional. Some unit called a watcher.

Whatever, or wherever, it was this Promethean was not in the room with him meaning it was not something he had to worry about. He also guessed the reason he had not seen it yet was the facility saw him as a friendly, so it was not taking defensive measures against him. Even so, finding this armory took top priority at the moment.

The spartan set off to find the armory checking every room and every hallway for anything that resembled a weapon. As the spartan moved throughout the facility he did notice a slight humming sound that would come and go. He could only guess what the noise was, but he assumed it could be that watcher the terminal mentioned. As the spartan exported the facility he noted that a few areas looked as if a fight had broken out. The walls were scorched and there were piles of scorched metal lying around that could have been a sentinel at one point.

Even so, whatever happened here had long passed and this area did not hold the armory he was looking for, so he moved on. As he did the sound of creaking metal soon caught his attention and it was coming from above him. He looked up just in time to see the section of the roof above him coming down. His instincts kicked in and he got ready to roll out of the way. However just as the structure came down it was suddenly caught by a blue-colored light.

He turned around to see a sentinel that he had not seen before. Like the other sentinels he had seen, this one was hovering above the ground. It had two dark-colored metal rings on either side of it with lines of blue energy along the metal and the inner ring having the same blue energy moving around almost like a ripple in water. The main body of the sentinel looked somewhat like the mythical pixies Six read about once. Having little leg-like limbs under its main chassis, and two other limb-like metal parts detached from the main body. It also had a helmet-like face with two blue orbs for eyes.

Six moved out of the way of the rubble and the sentinel stopped projecting its blue-colored field over the debris allowing it to fall to the ground. The sentinel then flew over to the Spartan and simply hovered in place staring at him.

It occurred to Six that this was the watcher the terminal talked about, and from the looks of it, it was possibly a support unit, given the lack of any weapons. It merely saw him as another unit and was performing its support role. Six looked at the watcher for a moment before speaking to it.

"Show me to the armory." He ordered the Promethean.

The watcher immediately began to fly off, and Six followed after it. It led Six down a few more hallways and rooms before he came to a collapsed hallway. The watcher stopped at the rubble and turned to him and hovered there still making that slight humming noise. It was clear that the armory's roof had caved in since the event that happened here. But as Six looked at the rubble, he noticed what looked to be the stock of a weapon.

He managed to move the debris covering the weapon and pulled it out. However as his luck would have it half the weapon was disassembled, most likely damaged in the collapse. Just as Six was about to discard the weapon other similar parts began to fly at the weapon from around the debris. The weapon began to reassemble itself in its hand. Six had to admit that seeing the weapon reassemble as if it were alive was… impressive.

The weapon was mostly gray with orange and turquoise lines and patches along the weapon. It also had the same blue energy color that the watcher had. Whatever it was the fact of the matter was that this was a weapon with a handle and trigger, he could work with that.

Most weapons in the UNSC had a unit that synced with the HUD of the user, with the captured weapons from the Covenant the UNSC's HUDs could sync with most covenant weapons. Six had hoped for something that would work for this weapon. Mental Six ordered his neural interface to sync with the weapon in his hand. To his surprise it did, and the upper right part of his helmet displayed an outline of the weapon in his hand. It had five rounds loaded and it did look like a shotgun. Six placed the shotgun on his back and redrew his plasma repeater. Seeing as there was not much left of this facility the only other thing he could do now was leave.

He looked up to the watcher, who was still staring at him. "Show me the exit."

Again, the watcher began to fly off and Six followed it. The watcher led him to a huge door that was still sealed. Six spotted a terminal near the door and walked over to it. It lit up as soon as he got close, with there being a single holographic button. Six pressed it and the door hummed to life and began to open. Sun rays rushed in, lighting the room, and causing Six to turn off his night vision.

When he stepped out himself, he found he was on the side of a mountain overlooking a plain with patches of large forests. It did not look like any of the worlds he had been on, but it did have an air of familiarity to it in the sense that this would be suitable for a UNSC colony.

As Six began to leave the facility he turned back to see the watcher floating at the entrance watching him. Was it going to stay or was it waiting for an order? Seeing as it followed his previous orders and having a highly advanced support unit helping would be a benefit Six called out to the watcher.

"Form up." He ordered.

To his surprise and slight joy, the watcher began to follow after him taking up a position just a few feet above him. His HUD waved for a moment causing him to jump into alert status, when it shivered again, he noted that a new part of his HUD had just been added. To the upper left part of his vision was an outline of the watcher's frame with a blueish outline around it, while the watcher's frame had a slight green tint to it.

He began to understand what the watcher was doing. It was syncing itself to his armor. The outline of itself was its status report. Green being functional, and the slight blue outline it had where it's shielding. A slight smile appeared on the Spartan's face.

'The wonders of advanced technology.' He thought to himself.

Six began to walk and the watcher followed him. Now Six could only hope that this was a UNSC colony and that he could get a ride back to wherever the fallback point was now to get back into the fight.

As it turns out there was not much in the way of human civilization near the forerunner facility. He had been walking for well for five hours and had yet to come across any sign of human, or otherwise intelligent, life. Just trees and a few native animals that avoided him like the plague. If anything else there was a penalty of food around and it would be relatively easier to locate a source of water.

Five more hours passed, and the sun had begun to set and Six was still no closer to finding anything to help him out of his predicament. He was beginning to think he was in an uninhabited world meaning getting off would be next to impossible without outside assistance. Just as the Spartan was about to call it a day his ears began to hear something.

Whispering.

In an instant, the Spartan was on alert. He began to scan the area around him looking for any sign he was being followed. As the whispering grew a little louder Six was able to home in on the noise. He raised his repeater and began to move toward the voices. It was then he chose to play his hand, he still had the invisibility armor ability from Reach. His body began to fade from sight, he turned back to the watcher to see what it would do with him going invisible.

He was slightly surprised to see the watcher turning invisible as well. It must have copied that armor ability attached to his armor. Not that he was complaining given how much easier it would make it for him to sneak around with his invisibility active. The spartan crept towards the whispering, making not a single sound. Moments later he came across two human males.

Normally Six would be happy to finally come across some humans after all this time searching but at the moment was more suspicious. They were both wearing clothes one would find in a museum given how tunics of that kind had been out of use for the past thousands of years. If anything, they looked like they belonged in a movie that took place on ancient Earth.

Both of them looked to be in their mid-teens given their youthful appearance. However, what struck him as off, besides the ancient clothing they wore, was the bruises on their wrist and ankles. Along with the burn marks and remnants of blood stained onto their skin. They also looked exhausted and malnourished.

A few theories popped into Six's head. One of them was the possibility that he had stumbled into some form of a movie set. Though he dashed the idea away; he could tell the difference between makeup and real blood and bruising. That blood was all too real and the way they sat there squatting, doing their best to hide, looked to be painful for them.

Another possibility was that this was a lost UNSC colony as unlikely as it was, it still is a possibility. But for them to fall back on technology was just as unlikely. Colony ships had enough teaching on them to get a colony going to a point where they could have cities up in a matter of months. There was also the fact that colonies had plenty of engineers and scientists planet side that even if their colony ships were lost the colony could still function. There was the idea that he had been sent back in time. However, there had been no evidence to suggest that slipspace could send someone back in time due to a malfunction. He had first-hand experience with what malfunctioning drives could do. It would almost be like saying that Jorge had not died in that Slipspace bomb. That he was just transported someplace else.

"Achoo!" A large man sneezed.

The sound drew the attention of a female-sounding voice in the other room.

"Husband, are you unwell?" The voice asked worryingly.

"No dear I'm fine."

It was such an impossibility he would dare not even think about it even more than he had to.

Six then noticed another sound. Horse hooves and female voices calling to each other. Six looked off towards the sound before looking back at the two boys. They had seemed to have heard the voices too and were now visibly afraid.

As the sound got closer the two boys got closer to the ground to hide better than they were. Six on the other hand did not have to worry about getting spotted. Soon enough the people making those noises came into view. There were fifteen women all in similar clothing five of which were on horseback. They were all armed with weapons, some with spears and shields and others with swords. The woman on horseback had spears or a bow but he also noticed one of the riders had chains hanging off the side of her horse.

Noble Six narrowed his eyes. The cuffs on those chains were of similar size to the bruising on the boys' limbs. Meaning that either these boys were criminals, or they were slaves. Six was well aware that Slavery in every form was banned in UNSC space and punishable by death. He waited to see that would happen.

As it turned out the main group had scouts moving around them. One such scout, another woman, came up behind the two boys and drew her weapon. The sound of metal on leather drew their attention to the woman now pointing a sword at them. Fear took hold of their faces and a superior smile appeared on the women. She called to the others, in some language that he did not recognize.

The other woman came to her position. The ones with the chains took them from the side of her horse and tossed them to one of the other women on foot. The boys seeing the chains attempted to make a run for it but the female scout hit them with her sword's pommel. They fell back to the ground and the cuffs and chains were put back on their limbs.

It was then Six had enough. With his cloak still active, Six stalked up behind the scout, who still had a smug look on her face. With his hand Six grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. The other gasped and stepped back speaking in their language. Six deactivated his clock and looked at the woman gathered before him.

With a quick flick of his wrist, a terrible crack was heard, and the woman went limp in his hand. Like trash, he tossed her corpse off to the side. One of the women on horseback seemed to recover from the shock. She drew her bow and fired an arrow at him. Seeing as it was just an arrow Six made no move to dodge it. As he expected it bounced harmlessly off his shield, however, what he did not expect was that the watcher would not take that attack laying down.

A sound shot through the area, it was similar to a gunshot but also like a convent weapon going off. The woman who shot at him fell off her horse dead before she hit the ground. Six looked up to see the watcher firing off blue color bolts from its center chassis. In the next few moments, seven more of the women fell dead.

Seeing that their comrades were killed so easily they began to run but they would come to find that one does not escape a Spartan III on the hunt.

Within a forest lay a platform with a large ring structure sitting in the middle of it, with a strange, stained table of sorts just a few yards away from the platform. All was quiet as normal for a time before a wheel with symbols within the ring began to spin. V-shape objects on the side of the ring began to light up as if someone were putting in a code. Once all seven were lit a mass of blue-colored energy shot out from the gate before retreating back. Moments after the blue water-like energy took form in an open area within the ring.

Nothing happened for a while until suddenly a human leg stepped through the blue energy followed by another leg, then another set of legs soon after. Four armed men stepped out of the portal and took a survey of their surroundings before they moved down off the platform.

They all wore similar uniforms and weapons. The main part of their uniforms was green with a black vest that held most of their equipment. Their weapons were all the same being an H&K MP5A3 submachine gun along with a sidearm on their hip.

"Alright gentlemen standard search formation." Major Louis Ferretti ordered his men.

They all gave a nod of affirmation before the SG team began to move out. It was a standard exploration mission, though it was not said out loud they all were hoping for a quiet mission. They had the misfortune of battling the Goa'uld, even if they hated to admit it these guys were better than them. They had better armor, weapons, and soldiers. Teal'c's performance in battle was evidence of that.

The only thing keeping the SGC ahead of them was their better tactics, given how the Goa'uld just sent in soldiers with overwhelming tactics. Guerilla warfare was the only thing keeping them in the battle at this point. SG-1's almost constant success in their missions was also helpful, providing a much-needed morale boost to the base given the odds they were against.

The team eventually found their way to the top of a hill overlooking much of the area around them. Once there they took out their binoculars to have a look around them.

"Sir!" Carl Warren called his CO. "I've spotted what looks to be some buildings."

The Major walked over to him and used his own binoculars to have a look. With the airman's direction, he soon found the buildings the doctor spoke off. Said buildings looked to have a Greek theme to them and did not look damaged from the ravages of time. Meaning that it was possible that these buildings were currently being used and maintained.

"Alright boys we got ourselves some civilization, let's check it out before we make contact," Louis ordered his men.

The SG team began to move out again making their way towards the buildings they had spotted while also doing their best to keep hidden given the fact that they may run into a Goa'uld-controlled city. A few hours passed before they reached a position where they could get a good look at the city, and what they saw shocked them.

Bodies, bodies littered the streets of the Greek-looking city.

Seeing as the bodies had yet to decompose at all the team immediately moved in to see if they could find any survivors. As they reached the city the team doctor immediately set to check for survivors but found none among the dead lying in the street. The rest of the team checked houses and buildings but found nothing but the same outside. Most bodies were found in dark places such as alleyways or behind buildings where people did not go often.

That truly terrified the airman was how most of the people died. Most of them seemed to have died from something they did not see coming. Most of them had a deep stab wound in their throat or neck area, the others had their neck broken by an immensely powerful force. While the ones who looked to have died fighting had bullet-shaped holes or burn marks.

It was like the Angel of Death had passed through this city.

Another fact the airmen found unsettling was that all the bodies were women. Not a single one was male. Was this some form of Goa'uld tactic against unruly worlds? To kill all the women so the people would die out in a generation or two. A slow horrible way for people to fade out.

As the airmen continued to search, they soon began to hear something they were not expecting.

Singing?

They began to move towards the sound of the singing. As they got closer, they noticed the voice was male but also very young, like a child was humming a tune to himself. The team came to an open plaza where they were but a few bodies of warrior women. There was a tree in the center of the plaza, and lo and behold a boy no older than nine was sitting on the tree's upper branches looking off into the distance while humming a tone.

The child was wearing a robe similar to that of ancient Greek, with sandals to protect his feet. The boy's hair was a dark brown that one might mistake for black and his skin was tan from being out in the sun. As the team got closer they noted the large bruises on his ankles and wrists.

"Hello there!" Major Ferretti called out to the boy.

The child stopped humming and turned towards the airmen. He looked at them for a moment before he tilted his head slightly to the right as if he were trying to understand them. After a moment the boy gave up and smiled before giving them a slight wave in greeting before going back to humming the same song he had been humming before he was interrupted.

"Looks like he doesn't understand us, sir." Sands, the youngest member of the team, commented.

"Looks like it." Ferretti agreed, still looking up at the boy. "He might speak some form of Greek judging from the architecture around us. Doctor, you saw those bruises?"

"I did, sir. If I had to guess, I would say that this kid had chains on his limbs for a long time." Bell answered.

"You mean this kid was a slave?" Sands asked disgustedly.

"It would make sense."

"Does that mean these women around us were the slavers?" Ferretti asked, a little confused.

"It's possible sir, it could be the people taken here by the Goa'uld who were the mythical Greek Amazonians. It would explain the lack of dead men here." The doctor reasoned.

"We won't know for sure until we can talk to this kid," Ferretti replied. "I believe Doctor Jackson has some understanding of Ancient Greek. Sands, Carl, heads back to the stargate and asks the General to send SG-1 here. We will stay behind and see if we can find any evidence of what happened here."

"Yes Sir!" they both replied before setting off back towards the stargate.

Ferretti looked back at the kid and wondered what had happened here.

A few hours passed and Sands and Carl had returned with SG-1 in tow. The team was informed of what SG-2 had found but they were still shocked when they came face to face with it. The child had since wandered off but Ferretti felt that it would not be necessary to keep him around given how he was just a kid. He imagined Doctor Jackson would have his hands full with the buildings before he would have enough information to feel confident to speak with a native without offending them in some way.

"Colonel O'Neill, it's good to see you sir." Ferretti greeted his fellow colonel.

"No need for the "Sir" Ferretti," O'Neill replied, shaking the Major's hand.

"I think I will stick to reg Sir, no telling when a "by the book's" airmen is going to call us out."

"They are getting more common by the day," O'Neill answered before looking around. "Can't say I'm happy to be here, but here we are. Teal'c, do the Goa'uld do stuff like this?"

The Jaffa turned to O'Neill. "The Goa'uld do practice similar methods but not as extreme as this. Acts such as this are to impose fear and order in the people. However, they would not target women only because they view men as more of a threat. The Goa'uld would more than likely order their Jaffa to kill at random."

"So an unknown third party then?" Samantha Carter suggested.

"Or some sick way for a rival city to show dominance." Danial Jackson added quickly while looking over the buildings around him.

"You said there was a kid singing here, Louis?" O'Neill added walking up to the tree.

"Yeah, he went off a few hours ago, didn't feel like holding him just in case someone… or something was watching."

"Alright, maybe we can find someone else if we look around," O'Neill said heading off in a seemingly random direction.

The two teams began to look for any information on what happened here. After a few hours, they did come across a room full of ashes and remnants of burnt scrolls. Doctor Jackson immediately set to work trying to figure out what had happened. Sometime later O'Neill asked him for an update.

"Any luck there Daniel?"

"Not much, most of these scrolls are ineligible other than a few worlds. It's almost like whoever did this wanted to erase everything that happened here."

"To cover up their tracks?"

"More like to forget, like forgetting a bad memory."

Suddenly the radio cracked to life, Colonel Pierce came over the comm moments later.

"Colonel O'Neill we found another kid, this one seems more than willing to talk."

"Copy that we are on our way," O'Neill replied, causing Doctor Jackson to follow.

A few minutes later the two met with the rest of SG-1 and SG-2. The kid was hiding behind Teal'c while looking at Carter like she was a monster of some sort. Doctor Jackson approached the child and kneeled down beside him and began to speak to him.

The child looked at them as he spoke, sparing a glance Carter's way before looking back to Daniel. Once he finished the child began to speak, the two went back and forth for a little bit before Daniel nodded to him and stood up.

"Alright, I think I got an idea of what's going on." Doctor Jackson said as he stood up.

There was a pause.

"Well don't keep us in suspense," O'Neill ordered.

"Right well it seems we are in a city with a heavy matriarchal culture where men are enslaved. A few days ago something happened and all the men from this city and a few others were freed. He also said the Slaves were able to overthrow their slavers with the," Be paused looking down at the child to ask a question, then he replied he looked back up. "Golem's help?"

"You sound unsure." Major Ferretti commented.

"It's just that a golem is more of a Hebrew word in origin, in their folklore, a golem was a creature formed out of a lifeless substance, such as mud or rock, it was brought to life by ritual incantations and sequences of Hebrew letters. The golem would then act as a sort of helper, companion, or even a rescuer of its creator's community, in most cases a Jewish community."

"So, you're saying some Jewish slaves here summoned a golem to help them overthrow their enslavers." Samantha reasoned. "We could be looking at some form of robot or someone in armor."

"Teal'c are there any Goa'uld soldiers that could fit the bill?" O'Neill asked their Jaffa comrade.

"None that come to mind O'Neill, most Jaffa who wear full body armor do not leave their Goa'uld masters often, nor would any Goa'uld bother with helping a rebellion of a world not already under the control of another Goa'uld," Teal'c answered. "From the women I have seen the most were slain in secret, such a method I have only seen used by Ashraks; however they are generally only sent after one target before extracting themselves."

"Maybe we should find this Golem and have a little chat," O'Neill suggested.

"If it is willing to chat." Doctor Jackson countered.

"Well, we won't know until we find them."

"Sir, in all possibility it could be some form of a robot," Samantha suggested. "Maybe the inhabitants got too close to some advanced facility and triggered some kind of defense protocol."

"If there is one, we did not find any sign of an advanced facility near here." Major Ferretti added.

"Well, we won't know until we start looking, radio check-in every hour." O'Neill started looking around as the feeling that he was being watched had just come over him. "Louis, you take your team and search around. Daniel, see if you can't get the kid to tell us where these former slaves ran off to."

Major Ferretti nodded and rallied his team to him, before marching off. Daniel went back to talking to the kid. The conversation soon shifted to former slaves who escaped back to the golem. The kid seemed all too happy to talk about the Golem. The child replied that they all had left for a different region and only a few stayed behind to gather what supplies were missing during the original search. They had a small camp not too far away from the city that they were using to gather all the supplies they had gathered already.

As of now, they were planning to leave and join the rest of their people by the weekend. Whether or not the Golem would follow was unknown as it had avoided contact with them and only showed itself a few times before disappearing again soon after. The new information Daniel stood back up and relayed the information to O'Neill.

"Well Danial you're an Archaeologist, let's go find some ancient walking rocks." O'Neill started walking off.

"I think the word you're looking for is Geologist." Danial countered.

"Same difference."

"No, no, a geologist is someone who-"

From atop a building near the center of the city stood a cloaked Noble Six watching the new human contacts that had joined the first not long ago. It had been a few weeks since he had overthrown the slavers, allowing the slaves and those few hidden villages to leave the area for a better location to live their lives. Wiping out a few cities of their slaver inhabitants was child's play, simpler still to assassinate the slaver's ruling government leaders.

When everything was said and done, Six had toppled the slaver's whole organization resulting in their civilization's collapse. Hopefully, now the slaves and the people who disagreed with slavery could build a better life for themselves someplace else. Six was not planning on following them to their new home anyways. Not when he discovered the method these new contacts arrived in.

At first glance Six thought that the new contact was UNSC Marines, however when he got a better look at him that assessment was clearly false. Their weapons did not match any weapon the UNSC used nor did their armor match. While UNSC Marines made use of ballistic armor these contacts looked to use kevlar vests. When the first group arrived, he tailed them making sure to stay out of sight and making use of his cloak. When two of the four-man group when back to the so-called "Stargate" Six followed them. He saw them open what he could only describe as a portal in a circular device. They used their radios to speak to someone on the other side before and another group of four came through the portal sometime later.

He followed them back, then watched them speak to one of the inhabitants of the planet. Seeing as the group chose to look for him, he felt he might as well show himself. As it stood, they seemingly had the only means of getting off this world. It stood to reason that if he was able to join them through the portal then he might be able to contact the UNSC. With his mind made up Noble Six began to make his way toward the leader of this SG-1 team.

"Hello, again reader! I hope you enjoyed the story. It is my extreme hope that this story takes off, and if it does, more chapters past chapter three shall begin to roll out. Until next time."

God bless and have a lovely winter!