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Stargate: Do Over

Chapter 04, Explanations.

Ida Galaxy, near Blue Giant 250ly from Othalla.

Aboard the Biliskner.

They had been talking, or mostly listening to Jules Verne talk, for quite a while.

Many races were mentioned, hostiles and friendlies alike, the Aschen, Goa'uld, Tok'ra, Hebridans, Langarans, Tollans, Nox...

Jules was catching them up on current events, of races of the Milky Way galaxy. From which they have been mostly absent for a long time.

Eventually they came to the important part.

"And there's only two others I'd like to talk to you about, for now. The first one if a bit delicate. The Vanir." And he paused waiting for a response.

"The Vanir?"

"The lost tribe? They live?" Asked Aegir from across the room, speaking for the first time.

"Yes, they're alive and... maybe not doing so well perhaps. They are currently somewhere in the Pegasus galaxy. As they have the same cloning degradation problem as you do, they have been doing research trying to find a solution. However, unlike you, they're not squeamish in regards to using humans as test subjects. We are uncertain where exactly they are however, finding them may take some time, if they do not wish to be found. Some more information is in the tablet. Ahm, so... we plan not to interfere with them, for now. They're all yours, feel free to deal with them yourselves. Don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it though."

"That is wise. I will discuss this with the council, we may be able to look for them. But I fear we have more pressing issues at the moment."

"Yes, pressing issues. I'm aware, rebuilding your damaged fleet, your colonies, guarding the protected planets, helping the remaining Alterans..."

"WHAT?" Yelled Thor.

"Oh, didn't I mention it? That's the other race I wanted to talk about. The Alterans." Jules said with a grin.

Thor remained still, mouth slightly gaping for a moment, a very human-like expression of surprise on his face. "But, they, left..."

"Oh, I am not talking about the Ascended ones, I'm talking about still living Alterans, there are... a few that we are aware of that need assistance. Some of them will certainly need medical attention, might even need new bodies. We can only hope those can be helped at all. Others are faring much better."

"Of course! If we can help, we will help. I am confident the High Council will agree we should join and assist any endeavor of helping our old allies. But if I may ask, if you know of their need, how come you have not helped them?" Said Thor.

"Yeah, I know, I know Thor; we got some explaining to do, and on that note, why don't we take a break, stretch our legs?"

Thor reluctantly bowed his head slightly. "Very well." He did not expect this obvious evasion, but let it fly for now, he would insist on an answer later.

"When we reconvene we are going to tell you some things we will only speak of once; and never again. We request the presence of Kvasir for that meeting. You are welcome to bring anyone else you may wish as well, a council member perhaps."

Thor looked on quizzically.

"That discussion must take place aboard the Santa Maria. Whoever attends must be trusted to not repeat what is said." He stood up, "See you in one hour?"

After quick pleasantries Jules departed.

Thor was further surprised when he realized he was yearning for a brown colored liquid solution of ground roasted beans, something called coffee.

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Previously:

"Same President that ordered the interrogation and torture of two Air Force officers?"

White House, Situation Room.

The President paused at that and thought, 'What? Is this guy on a crusade? Did we torture any Iraqi officers? It's been known to happen... No, that can't be what he is so pissed off about... No, no way, his daughter... shit!'

"General first off when addressing me I suggest you do so in a calm and respectful manner." He paused, "Now, what..."

"Oh, forgive me Mr. President," he said spitefully, "if I can't remain calm when my own daughter is being tortured!"

The President winced at that, 'I certainly didn't order that, damn it we have no time for this.'

"General, you are referring to Captain Carter - your daughter – and Colonel O'Neill, are you not?"

"Yes. I..."

"Who told you they were being tortured?" He cut in loudly.

"I'd rather not divulge my source. He said the one thing that was sure to get your attention is this message, 'They are making us lose the second challenge, the easy one'. I have no idea what that means but I assume you do."

"Hmm, I'm sure they are both fine, they are surely not being... tortured. And I certainly did not order such action! Why don't you give her a call? Better yet go see her with your own eyes? Now, if you'll excuse me, I..." He really wanted to hang up and get to the bottom of this, Now.

"Don't you think I already tried that? I followed her trail from Al Kharj. I'm right outside the base where she's being held and I'm not even being allowed in!"

The President sighed, "Anyone happen to have any idea about what he's talking about?" He asked the assembly. Most shook their heads, but for a second, one looked like he had just eaten the proverbial canary. General Stanley.

He wanted to punch the guy in the face.

"Who's the duty officer at the base?" The President asked no one in particular. "Find out and give him a call." He said to one of the aides.

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Half a minute later an extremely bored and freshly promoted Major, one still not quite having gotten rid of the green behind his ears, was lounging with his feet up, bouncing a ball against the office wall. Nothing ever happened that the duty officer actually needed to do anything about, especially on a Sunday.

He answered the phone and quickly snapped out of his boredom daze, when he was told the call was coming from the White House, the White House! And that they wanted to talk to the duty officer ...that was HIM!

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The line patched through to the table's speaker-phone system.

"Major Andrews is it?"

"Yes it is." He answered trying to hide his nervousness.

"This is the President,"

The gulp was audible over the speaker phone. "Sir."

"I'm calling to inquire if you happen to know the whereabouts of Colonel Jack O'Neill and Captain Samantha Carter. Also, why is an Air Force Brigadier General being prohibited entry to your base?"

"Uh, sir? I... Sorry sir, I have no knowledge, of either matter."

"Fascinating. Tell me, is there something new around the base? Some sudden change that happened in the last day, day and a half or so? New personnel or something?"

"Uhm, yes sir. There is some kind of exercise or drill or something by a team of spooks in one of the outlying buildings. I do not know the details, sir."

"Uh-huh. How interesting! Now listen Major and listen carefully, this is what I want you to do..."

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Ida galaxy.

Santa Maria, conference room.

"Welcome everyone. I must ask that any auditory, visual or otherwise recording devices be turned off for the duration of this meeting. This meeting will take place inside of a low powered time dilation field that will only cover this conference hall. There already is a jamming field covering the entire ship that will block any signals. There are also other... security measures we have taken to ensure that what we discuss cannot be eavesdropped, no signal will be able to get out, no uninvited guests will be able to listen in. I beg you to not subvert all this effort, at least not knowingly so, by speaking aloud the content of this meeting later on for instance. Even if you were to do so in an empty room." Said Jules.

The four Asgard present, Penegal, Thor, Kvasir and Aegir were all very curious about the nature of a meeting that would remedy such extreme measures.

Penegal, a member of the High Council, voiced his concern. "Such extreme measures are really necessary?"

"We are being very cautious, indeed overly so. But it is warranted. If any of you don't agree to keep this secret, please excuse yourself from this meeting."

"Very well. It is acceptable." He gave his consent. The other Asgard nodded.

"We're ready to begin." Said Jules to a Carter copy who nodded and signaled the bridge via a console. The entire ship hummed momentarily. Then the time dilation field activated, making everything quiet, with sound coming from outside the room being diluted so much it didn't exist. Other measures had already been active making this ship impenetrable to anyone and anything.

"All ready." She said.

"Great. Let me make introductions, I am Jules Verne, a member of the Daniel Jackson line; this is Sophie Germain, a member of the Samantha Carter line and Mr. Anderson, a member of the Jack O'Neill line. You do not need to introduce yourselves because, I must admit, we know you all very well. That is because we are... from the future."

The Asgard version of a gasp followed, in quartet.

"You cannot interfere with time! You must not change the normal course of events!" Kvasir spoke vehemently, "That can potentially destabilize the entire universe!"

"That is an accurate observation, when time travel is done improperly." Sophie said. "The Alterans were quite aware of the most major problems with time travel and large scale modifications of the time line. They also figured ways around them. Our method of travel was based and even improved on those principles."

"In particular when traveling to the past, as you have done, the immediate concern comes from vast amounts of duplicate matter." Offered Kvasir, "How did you solve that problem?"

"That was relatively easy to solve I suppose. We; they simply created a new small pocket universe and used that as a source of energy to materialize us. Every last molecule we have, was created by energy from within that universe." She answered.

The four Asgard sat speechless at that remark. How could anyone refer to creating a universe as 'Simple'?

"But how can anyone, how... How did you create..." Kvasir was at a loss for words. "Could you please explain that process further?"

"No, it is beyond our understanding. None of us understand exactly how that pocket universe was created in the first place, not any more. We too are amazed by that concept." Answered Sophie.

"You mean you found it? A natural phenomenon?"

"No, no. We mean we just don't know how we; they did it. We know they did it, and that they used it as a source of energy to make us. But they did not let us know how. Maybe I should start back at the beginning?" Answered Jules.

"Another question please," Prompted Kvasir, "How do you propose to keep this new universe, the one you are creating right now by interfering with the natural timeline, from being destroyed? The other alternate reality universes, the ones you don't interfere with, will eventually apply too much pressure in the inter-reality medium and collapse this universe when the changes in it start diverging too much from the natural course of events. Even more so when it starts making its own alternate sub-universes." He said all in one breath, the question on his mind. A question that would give immense headaches to any 21st century scientist from Earth.

"Again, we don't know exactly what they did, but it had something to do with allowing such divergence and growth without it becoming an issue. They described it as plucking the realities and moving them around. How they did that, or what exactly that means, is quite beyond us." Sophie answered. "They also said the alternate universes would take care of themselves once the previously dominant ones started to no longer be dominant. I can only guess what all that means if I take it literally."

"Who are 'They' that you keep referring to?" Asked Penegal, while Kvasir was lost and muttering quite loudly to himself "They can not be moved like that. That is impossible!"

Mr. Anderson answered that one, "It all started when the replicators re-emerged and the originals of our lines Ascended..."

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Indian Springs Air Force Auxiliary Field.

The parade ground outside one of the old outlying buildings was filling with NID officers sitting down with their ankles crossed and hands tied behind their backs. Many of them objected to the treatment loudly, promising hell to the SFs present.

It all happened real quick. Three squads of SFs with General Jacob Carter in the lead flooded the structure and hauled everyone out.

It took five minutes to find Carter.

The door to her 'room' opened, finally, but this visitor was unexpected.

She spoke with a raised eyebrow, "Don't tell me they sent you to interrogate me?"

"No, Sammy, I'm here to bust you out. Are you alright?"

She smiled, "Fine, just bored." She shrugged, then approached him and gave him a quick hug, "Thanks for the save. Although I had it covered."

"I was told you were being tortured!"

"Oh, they didn't get to that part yet. I've told them so many things, mixed up nonsense in it enough to get them tied up with dead end after dead end. It would take a while to figure it out. Besides, I'd be long gone by then."

"Well, you're taking it all in stride. Sam, you were held prisoner!"

"Yeah, but they have lousy security here. Lousy accommodations too, so, I was planning to bust out tonight."

"And how on earth were you planning to do that?" He asked.

She snorted and started removing a pin, a nail, broken pieces of glass, a bullet and a security pass from various hiding places on her person and around the room.

Her father looked at her surprised. "Sammy..."

She answered with a toothy grin and walked out.

"So, where's Jack and Daniel?" She asked loudly once she was in the corridors following after some SFs.

"Daniel?"

"Daniel Jackson." She answered looking at him, "Oh, he's not here? Do you know where he is?"

"No idea. I was told I'd find you and Colonel O'Neill here. Sammy, I'm glad you're OK. At least it wasn't all for nothing... I think I just destroyed my career." He said while still trying to catch up to her.

"How?"

"Oh, I yelled at the President and accused him of interrogating and torturing you."

"Oh." She said, "That's bad. Did he?"

"What?"

"Was this," she said pointing her hands around, "an authorized op or a rogue one?"

"Rogue, definitely. Sammy, what's wrong you seem..."

"Off? Strange? Hardened? Mature? Not crying like a little girl?"

He frowned, "Yeah..."

"Don't worry dad I'm fine. So, where's Jack?"

"I don't know yet. We're still looking."

"Over here." Someone called.

They approached and found General Hammond in an office. He was alone with a pile of notebooks in front of him. He had been writing. Obviously not held by force.

"Sir!" Carter called with a smile.

"Carter. You're awake? I've asked to see you all countless times, they told me you were in a coma."

"No sir. I was right down the next hall, in a cell I might add. How are you doing?"

"What!?" he called. "Wait, who, why?"

"NID, Sir."

"Oh, they have been, Uh, will be a problem, right? I still haven't made heads or tails of most of the information you guys put in my head, sometimes stuff force their way out, other times I can't get at them even when I try."

"It's because they're not all memories, some of them are our memories from when we had briefings and such. The rest are reports. Text shoved into your head. They... didn't know if that would work for sure, the data might get rejected. You need to calm and focus your mind and let it try and absorb everything."

"Sammy what are you talking about?" Asked her father.

"We'll talk later, dad. Coming sir? We're trying to find Jack."

"Sure thing. Right after I burn all this."

"Nah, have one of the SFs pick it up. We'll sort it all out later. They got busted. The NID were running a rogue op. Like usual."

"OK."

"Is there anything in there about how to activate the gate?" She asked on second thought.

"No, I don't know how it's possible but, that information eludes me entirely."

"Good."

Someone on the opposite side of the building called for a medic over the radio.

"That would be our cue." Said Carter.

"You don't know that Sam."

"Oh, I know it." Was her only answer as she sprinted away.

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Fifteen minutes later they were at the door to the Duty Officer's station.

They were ushered in by one of the SFs.

"And that is your final answer?" Came the voice over the speakerphone.

"Yes sir, it is." Answered the NID agent.

"Major, I'm done with this one, hell, I'm done playing cop. Let the bureau figure it out from here. I've already called for them, they should take them out of your hands soon."

"Sir, they're here." Said the Major.

"Ahh, bring them in, let's hear them."

"The President is on the line." Said the young man, "Uhh, just say your name I guess?" He whispered.

"Sir, General Hammond here."

"General Jacob Carter."

"General Samantha Carter."

"General Jack O'Neill, two Ls, Sir, what's going on?"

"Oh, you know, apart from me having to play investigator, my staff stabbing me in the back and an alien invasion. Everything's fine." He skipped over the last two 'General' bits.

"Peachy." Said Jack, groaning from one of the injuries.

"Your voice is identical to the one that visited me, but you don't sound well. I hear there was torture involved?"

"Yeah, it's nothing, I'm fine."

"He's not fine. He's all blue in the abdomen and below." Said Carter. "You didn't have to provoke them so much Jack."

"As much as that is infuriating. You're not out of the woods yet."

"As in?" Jack asked.

"Ahm, many of my staff keep insisting that we don't really know what effect, whatever they did to you, will have. Or if you're even human any more, or if you ever were Human to begin with. Or... Well, you're to be kept on base for now. You can have limited visitors and limited freedom around the base. Not necessarily jailed but certainly detained, is that clear?"

"Crystal." Answered Jack, shrugging. "Can we at least go to Cheyenne? They got much better digs there. Better infirmary too." He said as he winced.

"No, we should stay far away from the gate. So we don't risk losing the second challenge." Carter said.

"There is that." He agreed.

"What is the second challenge?" Asked a curious Jacob Carter.

"How do you know about the challenges?" The President countered.

"Oh, they told us before sending us down. Or something, I don't know how; I just know." Jack said.

"Could have been a pure data copy into our imprints." Carter suggested.

"Sammy, what is going on here?" Jacob Carter cut in.

"Later, dad."

"No, now looks fine to me. You're talking crazy!"

"Dad!"

"Sammy!"

"Ough, we sent ourselves back in time to fix things, save the planet. Alright?" She said defensively.

"Aaagain!" Quipped Jack.

"Sammy..."

She raised her palm against him to stop him.

"Mr. President, those challenges... Make sure you pay close attention to them. The first one is all up to you and other politicians across the planet. The second one is so... Well, in retrospect, if you already know how to use it, you'll think it should have been obvious to everyone in the first place, but frankly it isn't. Sir, try calling in a few scientists and let them have at it. Some names I'd highly recommend are Dr. Bill Lee, Dr. Rodney McKay, Dr. Nicholas Rush, Dr. Radek Zelenka, Eli Wallace..."

"Eli's still wearing diapers." Jack cut in, "What? It's 1991!" He answered her look with his own.

"Oh, right... Uh, you'll probably want a few egyptiologists, archeologists and linguists too. I don't know who to recommend on that front, Daniel and Catherine would."

"Are you sure this doesn't count as interfering?" O'Neill cut in.

"Dr. Bill Lee is currently right in front of me." Said the President offhandedly.

"Yes, I'm sure. Just offering some references... Put them all in a room and threaten to withhold coffee until they figure the damn thing out," she shrugged, "that'll do it. You'll need some software engineers too, try MIT and Caltech. If you don't hold back, in theory, you should be done in... Oh, about a month?"

"Nah, the coffee bit will have them going nuts." Quipped O'Neill rapidly.

"And in practice?" Asked the President.

She sighed, "Well, there's going to be bugs in the control software, energy issues, issues with translation... I, don't know sir."

"Enough, enough. Let's not risk more, I'd rather not be called a cheater, if we decide to go for these... challenges." He paused, "So, I gather your suggestion is to figure out how the device works, as soon as possible?"

"Of course, sir."

"What does the device do exactly? – without telling me too much."

"There are thousands of Stargates throughout this galaxy and others. Is that a big enough hint for you, Sir?" Answered O'Neill.

"The second and third challenges should already have answered that question for you, sir." Said Carter.

"The first 'challenge' is going to be impossible I am thinking. There's no way everyone will just go for all that." Stated the President after a pause.

"Did you ask any other country what they think about it?" Pointed Carter.

"Not yet."

"Well, they are probably still trying to wrap their heads around it too. Give it another day or two."

"You mean we're not the only ones aware of these challenges?"

"Of course not, the challenges are for the whole planet, not just the United States... Sir, you don't have to hold hands and sing Kumbayah. The first challenge only requires specifying international organizations that have authority to represent the entire planet, in a diplomatic, military and scientific capacity." She said. "You can do more if you want, should do more, but that's not required by the challenge."

"That... I'm still not sure anyone could sell that." He paused, "How feasible do you think that third challenge is?"

"Very." Answered O'Neil this time. "We did it the first time around, without any intel and facing something we had no clue about. This time we'll be going in knowing what's what."

"And what about this whole thing? What gives us the right to go and take out an alien leader?"

"They're evil sir. They use Humans as slaves and the Jaffa for little more than disposable warriors. They pretend to be Gods by using their technology and keeping everyone ignorant of it. They destroy entire civilizations that start giving any sign of technological advancement, so that they don't become a threat later. In short, we really, really do have every right." Offered O'Neill.

"They are a parasitic species, sir. They inhabit Human hosts against their will. And, they are outright evil." Added Carter. "They would not hesitate to burn Earth to a crisp, simply because we have already advanced way too far."

"I see, that's terrifying." Said the President, "And the fourth? What's your input about that one?"

"I thought about that, it is a tall order, but... It doesn't specifically say we have to take out each and every one of them with our own bare hands does it?" Asked O'Neill.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we won't be alone. We'll have help. The Asgard, the rebel Jaffa, the Tok'ra and probably others. They'll all pitch in, one way or another. Once the Jaffa start killing their own false gods, it will become an unstoppable domino effect."

"Won't that makes us lose the challenge?"

"No, Sir. I clearly remember that the challenge specifies we do not have to carry all the burden on our own. We do have to at least start a course of events that will lead to it though." Answered Carter.

"And, then what?"

"Then we teach the Jaffa how to farm and grow their own food. No joke, sir, that is going to be the hardest part of everything." Answered O'Neill.

"Come again?" Asked another voice over the phone.

"The Jaffa are warriors, they are only allowed very limited understanding of technology so that the Goa'uld can continue to pretend to be their gods. At the moment, the Jaffa society basically relies on human slaves to grow their food." Sam said.

"And the challenge says we have to help them? Why?" Asked the same voice.

"'Cause they're slaves too, as much as the Humans are. They just don't know they are. They don't know any other way. They are warriors. Prideful, stubborn, arrogant warriors. They have a strong sense of honor and a weak sense of humor. But, some of them do desire to be free of the Goa'uld. They were our allies in our time." Said O'Neill.

"Sirs," Carter cut in, "we can't help you with the gate, but we can help you with everything else."

"What do you mean?"

"We should start researching defenses and start planning for when we'll be ready to build ships."

"Ships?" The President paused, "As in Space Ships?"

"Sir, I am, was, one of the lead scientists..."

"Nonsense, Sir, she's the top scientist, a Genius! Her brain is a national treasure. She can design and build us a ship all on her own, amongst other things." O'Neill interrupted.

To which Carter blushed a little bit.

"There are still many materials and technologies we will need to acquire first before being able to start doing that! And I can't possibly design and build everything, from scratch, on my own!" She argued.

"Never too early to start planning though, is it Carter?"

"Any word from Daniel?" She diverted attention from herself.

"We have not located him yet."

"He's probably in an archeological dig, somewhere remote, start looking at those. Probably in Egypt somewhere." She offered.

"We will keep looking." He assured them, "General Carter." Called the President.

"Sir." Both Carters said at the same time.

"I meant Jacob." Said the President awkwardly, "I want you to stay there for now, you may have to head back to the Middle east in about a week or two if we start pulling out the troops. Until then, stay there. And I want a full report on Jack O'Neill, George Hammond and Uh, your daughter." He said apologetically.

Jacob Carter did frown and was about to say something, that was sure to bury his career further, when O'Neill broke in.

"About that Iraq thing. Are you sure you want to pull out this soon?"

"We did what we set out to do..." Offered the President, he had had to defend this point with his own staff also. He did not think further action would have merit, just more cost.

"Okay, fine, pull the troops out. But, while you do there's one more thing."

"And what is that?"

"Saddam." He said, "Take him down."

"Easier said than done. The man's a ghost." Said someone over the phone.

"You will regret not doing it if you do not do it now." Offered O'Neill as an explanation. "Future Presidents will regret it even more."

"Further action in Iraq will have us look like the bad guys, not to mention the cost." The President defended his standing argument. Then he paused, "Future Presidents?"

"Jack! We shouldn't tell them that stuff." Sam said.

"Why not?"

"It could impair their freedom of choice if they knew how it was in our time, they might think it's supposed to be that way and then they just stand back and let things happen exactly that way, just because it happened before, it would not..."

"Carter!"

"Just no names of who's who in the future and nothing but very vague descriptions of geopolitical events; no specific details whatsoever."

"Right, OK." He shrugged, "Sir, you don't have to go full on. Send a small strike team to do the job." Jack said.

"Is that your suggestion also Ms. Carter?" Asked someone over the phone, his grin could be felt over the line. He was someone that had been pushing for that same action.

"Oh, I'd go with a bunker penetrating bomb on his shelter, but, sure."

The President sighed, "Why? What does he do?"

"Other than being a Hitler wannabe?" Asked O'Neill, "Do you need a better reason?"

"Some of my staff have been pushing for a permanent solution also, I've been holding it back. Enough about that, the ball is in our court. We'll look into it. Let General Carter know what you need and sit tight, while the rest of us try to figure out what the hell is going on and what it means for Earth." He paused, "General, Uh, Jacob. You liaise with them for the mean time. Your orders are to keep them safe, on one hand, but keep us safer from them. Just in case they're really not who they say they are. I'll send someone to take over soon. And General?"

"Sir."

"I have a long memory." And he hung up.

Jacob sighed. There goes his career.

"Now what?" Asked Hammond.

"Now, we hurry up and wait." Answered O'Neill.

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TV

"...They have visited us before. One of them is the father of my son! Michael, sweetie, come back I miss you..."

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"...said in an interview today, that quote the demands the western imperial aliens have made are unreasonable and that they should stay on their own damn planet end quote. How aliens can be Western is beyond me..."

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"...They are reptilians, they pretend to be human so they can infiltrate our government and then take us over from the inside..."

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"...The Lord has spoken! His angels have come to deliver us from evil! Repent Sinners! Welcome the angels into your heart..."

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"...I am an alien as well, I come from Jupiter, with a message of peace to Earth..."

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"...These demons are here to tempt us into sin! They aim to steal our very souls! We will not fall for their treachery. They must be destroyed!..."

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"...An emergency closed-doors meeting of the United Nations is still in session since yesterday, where they are discussing the ramifications of the challenges the visitors..."

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"...The government has been hiding the existence of aliens from us all this time, they have made alliances with..."

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"...They are not aliens! Look at the design of these vessels, they are obviously man-made, right here on Earth! And the pilots are Human too as you can see..."

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"...We have learned these aliens visited all of the world's governments and submitted the same challenges to them. The challenges speak of a device capable of traveling across the galaxy..."

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A/N: Coming up next... Bewilderment.

A call to my readers, please give me a few suggestions for 'suitable' names you think Sam, Jack and Daniel's many 'copies' could have picked... (and no, this isn't a spoiler, if you haven't figured that there are copies, then you need coffee...)

Many thanks to my last remaining beta reader, Seraphin... If you're interested in assisting on that front, please give me a call. Skills that would be good: Ability to spot the rare few typos I skip over. Ability to fill-in the forgotten words I sometimes leave out. Bonus points for an ability to spot plot holes and... An appetite in reading Stargate fanfiction ;)

Please review to feed my muse.

Posted on 2012-09-15