U.S.S. Redemption

The Next Day...

I sat back in my chair as I sipped on some coffee and read a padd. We had moved from our Earth orbit to the Supergate. Five ships had crossed over, a Olympic-class medical ship, the Huston, filled with Allied eggheads, a Klingon Mat'ha Raptor, a Kobali Samsar, and, in all of it's glory, the Odyssey-class dreadnought Reclaimer.

The multipurpose mega cruiser would set up a Regulus-class starbase in a nearby system, which we were calling Memory Beta, would allow the Allies to set a foothold in the new Universe. The eggheads on the Huston would work on making a Supergate, while mining operations were setup on the planet. The Memory Beta system was chosen because of the abundance of naquada, a material that, I was told, was essential for the construction of Stargates.

I sighed and took a drink as the door chime sounded. I looked up and said, "Come."

The door opened, and a large male Bajoran stepped though. Standing at 2 meters and comprised of a broad frame, he wore the Antares uniform with command red, and his captain's pips twinkled at me.

He saluted. "Captain Jaryl Retra reporting for duty."

I returned the salute and extended my hand. He took it. "Good to meet you, Captain."

"Likewise, Admiral."

I sat and indicated for him to sit. I picked up a padd. "You've had a decent record, Captain, decent enough to warrant command of an Odyssey. But, you do have some blemishes."

The Bajoran nodded, holding firm, knowing what would come.

"Assault and battery, assaulting a fellow officer, destruction of private property- I see, from the notes that you submitted, that on all occasions, they were insulting of the Prophets."

Jaryl nodded. "Yes sir."

"I won't tell you to stop believing in the Prophets, but under my command, duty comes first."

"Permission to speak, Admiral?"

"Granted."

"Why are you stating this?"

I sighed. "We will be facing an enemy religion. They want believers, and anyone that does not accept the religion dead. Like the Prophets, the 'gods' of Origin are- were, real." Jaryl did not look happy. "Your faith may be tested. But why I have you here is because I do not want you to run off on an religious crusade. Under my command, you will follow orders."

Jaryl nodded. "Yes sir."

"Good. Dismissed."

The Bajoran rose and left the office quickly. I sighed yet again and brought my mug to my lips just as the door chime went off again. I groaned. "Enter."

Luke entered and saluted. "Lieutenant Luke Webi reporting for duty."

"At ease." I smiled. "Settled in?"

"Yessir." Luke grinned. "I met a very... bouncy weapons officer on my way to the bridge."

I raised an eyebrow. "Maya?"

Luke frowned. "How'd you know?"

"She's Academy friends with Ensign Muse."

"Ah. I like her."

I sighed one more time. He liked her already. Note to self: warn Straa. I thought.

"Have anything to report?"

"Ah, yes." Luke fumbled for a second with his padd. "Um, SGC would like another meeting, this time with the members of the IOA, and the Director of Homeworld Security."

"What should I expect?"

"With the IOA? Keep a phaser on hand." Luke shook his head. "The International Oversight Committee is a group of civilians that controls the SGC's funding. Their a bunch of bureaucrats that can't make their own decisions. In the words of General Landry: 'They never stick to their code, their morals flip-flop too often, and they lack anything resembling a spine.' " Luke smirked easily. "You'll like General O'Neill. He's an easygoing man who likes action, but he has that grating personality that can annoy you. But he's smart, and he takes care of his people."

I stayed silent until I stood. "Bridge, set a course to Earth. Tell the Reclaimer that they're coming with us, I want to show the Tau'ri how much firepower we can bring to this fight."

"Roger."

BC-304 Odyssey

Earth Orbit

Awaiting arrival of Unigate Task Force representatives...

Cameron and Davidson watched as an hyperspace window opened and two ships came out. The first was the now-familiar shape of the Redemption. The next dwarfed the battlecruiser. Over a kilometer long, the ship huge in all aspects, from saucer to nacelles to deflector. It had no visible weapons, but, as Davidson had found, appearances could be deceptive, even under the graceful curves

"Receiving IFF." Mark said. "Confirmed Redemption, and other ship is identified as Odyssey-class ship Reclaimer."

Davidson's eyes almost popped out.

Mitchell smiled. "Now, THAT lives up to the name Odyssey!"

"I want it." Davidson said quietly.

Comms spoke up. "Redemption is requesting permission to beam over."

"Tell them that we'll be meeting over here." Davidson said, still marveling at the Reclaimer. "Transmit transporter coordinates, and we'll be over there as soon as we're done looking."

Mitchell turned around, letting the normally all-business Colonel daydream and headed for the conference room that contained General O'Neill and the IOA.

Luke watched as the Admiral and Captain Tallasa materialized in the conference room. He had beamed over earlier and had suggested that the Admiral arrive in the room to impress the IOA. Luke laughed internally as he saw O'Neill's sanity-destroying smile at the thought of better space guns.

"Admiral Antilles," Luke said stepping forward. "Welcome aboard the Odyssey. This is General Jack O'Neill, director of Homeworld Command, and the representatives of the IOA; Jean LaPierre, Shen Xiaoyi, and Richard Woolsey. The rest of you, this is Fleet Admiral Wedge Antilles and Captain Tallasa Phoj of the Unigate Task Force."

O'Neill extended his hand and the Admiral took it. "You have no idea how many jokes I've made about Star Trek." He said quietly.

Antilles smiled knowingly and took his seat.

"So," Shen began. "You are planning to set up a foothold in this universe."

"Correct." He nodded.

"We think that some form of payment is in order." LaPierre said. "You are, after all, not from our universe."

O'Neill and Antilles both sighed at that. "Not even five minutes into this meeting and you're already asking for our stuff." Antilles shook his head. "You can't have any of it."

"Why not?" Woolsey said, the only one in the entire room that was trying to be diplomatic.

"Because," O'Neill said. "It's their Prime Directive. Unless we have Warp Cores. So that means no phasers or torpedoes."

"I am," Antilles said. "However, willing to devote a ship to defending Earth, seeing you have no ships capable of truly defending the planet."

"A ship?" Shen said. "A single Ori ship can destroy a fleet of Gou'ald Motherships. How do expect a single ship to take on a fleet of ships?"

Antilles just smiled, indicated for the delegates to look out the window, and Luke tapped his padd.

A flash of phaser energy blasted past the window, and the delegates jumped out of their seats as the Reclaimer flew past the Odyssey, belly facing the Tau'ri ship, with only meters in between their hulls. The ship pulled a spin that seemed impossible for a vessel of that size, spiraling into a loop that took her away from the Odyssey, and ended with the ship settling to a stop, allowing the delegates a beautiful shot of the dreadnaught.

"That is our ship." Antilles said with a shit-eating grin on his face, yet somehow still being deadly serious. "The Odyssey-class Star Cruiser. The largest and most powerful ship Starfleet has ever built. Capable of Chevron Separation and deploying an separate ship. There's a reason some people call it a Super Dreadnaught."

LaPierre composed himself. "How do we know that-"

"Because." Antilles interrupted him sternly. "Starfleet doesn't attack it's allies. What would you like? A friendly dreadnaught that can overpower anything in this universe, or a fleet of Ori ships against your one available ship?"

"I, personally, would like the dreadnaught." O'Neill said. "Personally." He repeated after seeing the IOA's glares. "What else could you give us that we could trade?"

"I can have my people look into upgrading your railgun designs in exchange on how to mine and handle naquada. We could figure it out eventually, but it would help speed things up."

"Can do." Jack said. "We'll notify you of any developments."

"Now, onto the next subject..."

Quapota system, Near Ba'al space

Quapota was a small, neutral world on the edge of Ba'al space. It was an farming world of only three thousand, not big enough to even attract the attention of the Lucian Alliance. The world had been largely left alone by the galaxy, their only connection to the universe was a single Al'kesh and a pair of Tel'taks.

Now, the world was a toxic wasteland, the Ori having invaded the world. All three thousand residents were dead, either killed by orbital bombardment, or trapped and killed by the toxic atmosphere that was made by the Prior standing guard by the active Ori Megagate. Slowly, the planet was enveloped by the forcefield, until the edges met. Then, with his task done, the Prior knocked the gate over and left through a ring platform. Several objects shot out of the gate as the planet was slowly compressed, becoming progressively smaller as the objects connected to each other. As the last piece settled into place and was connected by high-power electrical fields, the planet collapsed into itself, and a shockwave was formed, forming the micro-singularity that would power the Supergate.

Almost immediately, a wormhole was established, and five Ori ships poured through. Four were the normal warships, the fifth was a large transport ship, and it immediately started depositing beam satellites around the system and gate.

On board the lead warship, the leader of the Ori forces smiled. The arrival of the newcomers was... unexpected, but they would fall under her power. When they were gone, and all in this galaxy were worshiping her, she would move on to this new universe, and she would bathe in the power.

"It's the turning point." Adria said, smiling as the flagship of the Ori forces slipped though the gate. "We will win, and I will be immortal."

U.S.S. Redemption

Geosynchronous Orbit above Cheyenne

"Hyperspace window detected." Nelen said.

"It's probably the Daedalus." Luke said. "They're back from a Pegasus."

I had read about the Atlantis expedition, the Ancient base in another galaxy that was leading resistance against the vampire-like Wraith.

"Confirmed." Straa said. "They are entering the atmosphere and heading for Area 51."

"Roger." I looked over another padd. "Reclaimer is to stay in-system and keep a watch over things, however we may need to recall her if things get too sticky. Set a course to Memory Beta."

Subspace was ripped open as the Redemption shot forward.

"Hyperspace velocity achieved, ETA to Memory Beta three hours." Tam said.

"Good." I sighed, blinking away sleep. "I'm going to bed. I haven't slept in a while."

I got as far as the turbolift before Marlin called out. "Detecting distress call!"

I stopped as the turbolift doors opened, sighed, and turned around. "Put it up." I said, taking the Chair.

A male's voice came over the speakers. "This is the Free Jaffa transport Tre'ak's Hate! We are under attack by Ori forces and requesting assistance!"

I groaned. "Regs are regs. Tam set a course, Marlin, send a reply."

"ETA, five seconds."

The Redemption screamed back into realspace, shooting towards the combat situation.

"Tallasa, tactical analysis."

"Detecting several squadrons of Ori fighters and what looks like a frigate attacking a... flying pyramid."

I opened my mouth, frowned, and shut it. "Ready Liberator Wing and my X-wing. Captain, take command and deal with that frigate."

"Aye sir." She said as I took a turbolift.

"Main hangar."

Liberator Wing was a flight of 3 starfighter squadrons under command of Wing Commander For'est Res'a, a Romulan fighter pilot. The Liberators flew a mix of Peregrines and Rogue-class fighters.

The Rogue-class was a new fighter that had been introduced early into the Iconian War. Comprised of a main fuselage that had a short, stubby fin on the top, with two horizontal pylons ending with warp nacelles. The starfighter was armed with four phaser cannons, two on each wing, two torpedo launchers, and a single beam strip that could be controlled by the on-board VI, the fighter was the brainchild of Wedge Antilles; the little craft was the Milky Way's version of the X-wing.

Right now, all thirty-six fighters were preparing to launch, along with another; Antilles' personal X-wing, modified to Starfleet standards.

"Alright, Liberators, we're going in to support a transport ship, and we've got a treat today." Res'a said. "You're going to be flying with the Admiral today, boys and girls. He'll go by Rogue One for this flight. He'll also be flying solo, so watch his back."

"Thanks, Requiem Lead." Antilles said. "Enemy ships pulled back when we arrived and are regrouping. The Tre'ak's Hate's hyperdrive is down; Redemption is covering her. We'll engage the fighters and keep her off the transport. All squadrons, report readiness."

"Requiem Squadron, ready." Res'a said.

"Tempest Squadron, ready."

"Enigma Squadron, ready."

"Launch by squadrons." The flight deck officer said.

That meant the Requiems first. Res'a reached up and flicked a switch that released the fighter from it's ceiling cradle. The fighter dropped a meter before the repulsorlifts kicked on, and he goosed the thrusters, pushing the fighter out the hangar before he kicked in the engines, with Requiem Two right on his wing. Enigma Squadron was launching out from the engineering hangar through a hole in the ablative energy armor.

The three squadrons arrayed themselves against the Ori fighters.

"All flights, you are clear to engage." Antilles said, his X-wing shooting ahead of the group. "Leave the Frigate for the Redemption, and keep the fighters off the transport."

Res'a followed the Admiral, shooting after his drive trail. "Go for a head-to-head, opening with torpedoes." He said over the squadron channel. "Then loop around and engage targets of your choosing. Keep close to your wingmate and we'll come out of this alright."

It was thirty seven fighters vs fifty one, but the Liberators had the advantage of better firepower and shields.

As they neared range, Res'a started moving his ship up, down, left and right, constantly moving, keeping his fighter dancing and making it hard for the fighters to get a target-lock.

Res'a switched to torpedoes, readied one, and brought his targeting reticule over a fighter. The enemy fighter wasn't moving, and Res'a smirked grimly as the reticule changed from yellow to green and a tone sounded. He fired, and thirty plus torpedoes streaked from the Liberators. Multiple flashes erupted from the fighters. Switching back to cannons, Res'a brought his reticule over another and squeezed his trigger. The void of space was filled with energy as the two groups shot through each other, and Res'a pulled on his stick, coming about and putting himself on the tail of another fighter.

"Watch it, Tempest Nine, you got one-"

"One down!"

"Flight of pipes heading for the hater!"

The Ori frigate, which looked like a double-ended curved hammer, fired it's main cannon at the Redemption. The blast was MUCH weaker that the ones on the Origin-class warships, as they were calling the big, impractically-shaped ships that looked that the symbol of Origin. The Redemption took the shot on her shields and unleashed seven kinds of hells, the first barrage from her main cannons punching through the frigate's shields and destroying the front of the frigate. The second barrage punched through the weakened armor, coring the ship to the other side. It did not explode, and just hung in space with a gaping hole that one could fly through.

Res'a put a quad-linked blast of energy into another 'pipe,' blasting through the the fighter's light shielding and piercing the cockpit, sending the fighter on a ballistic course. Bolts flashed past his portside.

"Two, loop right, I've got one on my tail." Res'a dived, then pulled a 'spiral staircase' to his relative 'up', throwing his pursuit completely off. These pilots were not experienced. Pulling out of the spiral, he looped down from 'above' as Requiem Two placed a series of dual-linked blasts into the fighter, causing it to explode spectacularly.

Res'a glanced at his sensor board and whistled. There were only ten contacts left, and three more disappeared under Admiral Antilles' guns.

Res'a's phaser bank flashed, catching another pipe with a barrage of light that caused it to spiral out of control and explode.

The Redemption spewed light and took out the last of the fighters.

"All enemy fighters neutalized. All squadrons, RTB."

"Copy that."

Two ships flew in hyperspace, one clearly a warship, another a flying pyramid.

In the void of subspace, a ship followed them, large, but undetectable. Some thought they were unfriendly, but others depended on the ship's occupants.

The species that occupied the ship would die soon, and they knew it.

Hopefully, these people could be their salvation.

Author's Notes:I've been reading up on my Stargate lore on the wiki, and Stargate seems to have a problem with size. Like, the Origin's recorded size on the Wiki says this size, even though it's 'bigger' than the Supergate. So, just imagine the size you see from the show. Yes, I will be taking some liberty with Ori ships and I will add some new ones in. Stargate empires don't have a lot of ship classes. The Origin is the equivalent of a battleship and will be the most common Ori ship.

YOU get to chose how the 305 looks! Give it's name, how it looks, how it's armed, and it's role! Give a name for the Captain, weapons officer and helmsman. The ship can use Puddle Jumper drones if you want them, and will eventually get plasma weapons. PM me or leave a review! I will chose one, and mention you in the next chapter.

To other Stargate writers, you can use my 305. For STO writers, you can use the Rouge-class, ONLY after the beginning of the Iconian War.