Starbase 138

Over orbit of fourth planet of the Memory Beta System

Operations Center

Commodore John Roland sat in the command well; the semi-circle that had terminals that displayed the status of the partially constructed starbase. The base was complete enough for habitation, but it still needed it's full armament, half of it's living quarters, and all of the ship docks.

John was reading a report, trying in vain to stay awake. His eyelids drooped, and he yawned. His head lolled and the padd dropped out of his hands, clattering to the floor.

He got about ten seconds of sleep.

His sensor console blarred, and the Sensor officer spoke up. "Hyperspace window detected!"

John jumped awake, wiping away the saliva on his chin and blinking away sleep. "What is it?"

"Unknown vessel is approaching at high speeds." The officer said. "Ventura is moving to intercept."

"Cross-reference with that data packet that the SGC gave us." John ordered.

There was a moment before the woman nodded. "Packet identifies contact as Asgard O'neill-class Warship. Their friendlies."

The Comms officer spoke up now. "Asgard are requesting permission to beam over."

John nodded. "Go ahead."

No sooner than had the response been sent, a flash of light had deposited a little gray man onto the floor in front of the Commodore.

"I am Supreme Commander Thor of the Asgard." He said, blinking his big black eyes. "I wish to speak to the commander of your forces."

John processed what just happened, then ordered, "Get me the Redemption! The Admiral's gonna want to hear this."

As the Comms officer got to hailing the cruiser, one ensign whispered to another. "Is there a reason why he's naked?"

"There's an Asgard there?" I said.

"Yes sir." Roland said. "They're asking for you."

"Tam!" I said. "Set a couse back to Memory Beta, best possible speed!"

"Would you like hyperspace or transwarp on that order?"

"Stop being a smartass and get us there now."

"Yub yub, Admiral."

The sound of flesh meeting desk repeated itself, followed by a stream of curses.

"As you may know, our race long ago lost the ability to sexually reproduce." Thor said. I nodded. "We had to resort to storing our minds digitally and cloning new bodies. Over time and millenniums of cloning, the Asgard genome started to deteriorate. Our bodies were getting weaker with each new batch of bodies. We had no new children to pass our knowledge down to, and our numbers would deteriorate each time we lost a Asgard mind. And now, our scientists are working on one last attempt to cure us."

I sat back. The Asgard's plea for help was one I could sympathize with. "You came to us for help."

"Yes." Thor bowed his head slowly. "You have technology very close to par with ours, and your medical expertise is unparallelled, in your universe. We come to you as a species, asking for a chance to survive."

I nodded. "Starfleet helps those in need. I'll divote medical scientists to working with you. We just need to get contact info from you and we should be good."

Thor blinked his eyes and bowed his head in thanks. "Thank you, Wedge Antilles. Your help will not be forgotten."

Above the Shield-Planet Bridgeway...

The Excelsior-class Tacoma was the testbed for the Federation-grade hyperdrive generator that the SCE nerds made. Fitting, seeing how the Excelsior-class was the testbed for transwarp. While Star Trek ships could generate hyperspace windows from their deflector dishes, a generator could be used to increase speed or do things that the deflector couldn't.

"All systems green." The Ops officer on the bridge said

"Activate hyperdrive." The CO ordered.

The destination for the Tacoma would be just outside the Jenolan Dyson Sphere. If the calculations were right, it would take several hours in hyperspace instead of several days at warp.

The hyperspace window opened, but instead of rolling purple, it was blue, and it sparkled with energy. Alarms flared, and seconds before the Tacoma entered the window, all one hundred people aboard were beamed out, just as the Tacoma entered the window.

And was promptly atomized.

All that remained of the Tacoma was a cloud of alloys, antimatter and plasma.

Area 51

Construction Slips

Stargate Command's ship production facility was a series of slips that was located underground. There were three slips, two designed to build, house, and maintain the Daedalus-class 304s. One was occupied, and was currently finishing the latest in the line; the Apollo. The third was designed for the newest ship class of the Tau'ri; the 305. Measuring at six hundred meters, the ship was a short, vertical bar with two short arms that came down at ninety-five degree angles that started at just beneath half-way down the ship. (A/N: Look at the Vager Light cruiser in the Homeworld 2 mod Tactical Fleet Simulator.)

She was named the Nemesis. Built as a battleship, she screamed 'Don't fuck with me.' Armed with nine missile tubes, sixty five space-grade railguns, seven 500 centimeter guns, and two Ancient Drone Launchers salvaged from a damaged Puddle Jumper, she was crewed by four hundred people. She had no 302 bays, instead she had a single, Star Destroyer-style hangar bay situated between her two 'wings.' It currently housed three Puddle Jumpers and one Tel'tak, with enough room left over for another. Her engines were a line of sublights that matched her shape. Her Asgard shields were on par with an O'Neill's, capable of tanking several shots from an Origin's main cannon.

The Defender was a ship that had been rushed into development. She was a delaying tactic, meant to hold off invaders while civilians evacuated a planet. She was theoretically able to take on several Ha'tak's by herself.

While she looked completed on the outside, the inside was... well, it was a mess.

On the vessel's bridge, a Air Force Colonel worked on the pilot's console, shoulders buried within messes of wires and crystals.

This Colonel was a strange one. Currently, she wore her hair short and in a ponytail, and had it colored blue, though yellow flashed through it as she grunted, trying to shift a crystal into place. With a final grunt and a nod of satisfaction, she pulled herself out, revealing her features.

She had a smooth face that looked rough, and her eyes gleamed. She blinked, and her eyes changed green, then silver. She had a jovial personality that enjoyed danger.

Her name was Amy Fawkes and she stood at five seven. She was a former 302 pilot. She had special condition that puzzled even the SGC's doctors. It had resulted in a close brush with a Ori beam. Her 302 had been hit by the beam in such a way that her right wing had been sheared off, had penetrated her cockpit, and the beam's magnetic containment field had passed though her body. She had been found unconscious and half-dead, exposed to the vacuum of space. She had been rushed to the Odyssey's medbay. The doctors had worked to stabilize her, but her body had been filled with exotic radiation. She was going to die. That is, until she woke up. Her body had adapted to the radiation, absorbing it. Amy went to perfect health in two hours of waking up. She was immune to virtually any form of disease, allergen, or poison. But a side affect was her changing hair and eye color. It seemed to be linked to her mood, and sometimes she could control it. To this date, not even the Asgard could figure out how her body had survived the exotic radiation.

Amy had been given a month of recovery leave, and had been promoted from Captain to Major. Sometime during the leave, she had decided to transfer to a helm posting on the Daedalus. She had flown the ship on three previous occasions until Daedalus was engaged by two Wraith Cruisers. In the battle, Daedalus was untouchable. Amy flew the ship so well that the weapons officer had such beautiful shots that the cruisers died to point-blank nukes that the Darts just couldn't shoot down. Afterwards she was commended for excellent flying and was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Her next posting was command of the Nemesis.

Amy had quite the crew on the battleship. It was a multinational crew, comprised of citizens from nations that knew about the Stargate Program. They were the best those nations had to offer, and they all were currently working on getting the ambitiously-designed ship combat capable.

"Will, how's the power distribution network?" She called out, accepting a water bottle offered by a crewman and taking a swig.

Amy's XO, who was currently knee-deep in a console, grunted, shifting something under the map in the rear of the bridge. "Still on the fritz." Came Will's muffled voice. "Shields are fine, but the weapons and *grunt* drones chew up power like a bitch and could cause the network to short. I would love some help from those Starfleet guys right about now."

Amy scoffed, leaning on the console she had just been working on. "Maybe you can ask them next time they come down here. From what I hear, one of their engineers are worth five Selphas." She said, referring to their engineering chief.

Will grunted affirmation, trying to pull himself out. Amy laughed and grabbed his legs and pulled him out forcefully. He yelped, and Amy let him go, sending him sliding across the floor to stop against the forward viewport.

"What the hell, Amy?!" He yelled, picking himself up as Amy leaned on the command chair, hair flashing all colors of the spectrum and laughing her ass off.

Will stopped giving her his 'you're in deep shit' look and glanced thoughtfully at her hair. "You know, Starfleet could probably look into your condition."

Amy stopped laughing and smiled easily. "I don't want them to. My condition is a part of me now. I like it. Besides, if the Asgard couldn't do it, then they probably can't." Her expectation turned playfully serious. "Now, get to working on the railguns."

Will stood up walked over to her, checked to make sure they were alone, grabbed her and kissed her.

Amy melted into the kiss, hair turning orange. They broke apart after a minute, and when Amy opened her eyes, they were pink like her flush.

"You know it's against the rules to kiss your commanding officer." She said.

The brown-haired man smiled. "I'm just trying to get a better assignment."

"Nice try, flyboy. I want my guns ready, so get to it." She said, spinning him around and throwing the laughing Will out of the bridge.

A day later...

Starbase 138 docks...

U.S.S. Redemption

"The Tacoma blew up? She was testing our hyperspace generator. How the hell did that happen?" I asked.

"The hyperspace window was unstable." Nelen explained. "When the ship entered the window, it was atomized. All that's left is a cloud of tritanium, duranium, antimatter, warp plasma and various other elements. Luckily the computer detected the anomaly, realized that it couldn't stop, it beamed the skeleton crew off."

"Any idea why this happened?"

"We went over sensor data of other ships. It seems that the fault was not in our hyperspace generator, but in subspace."

I gave a 'you're crazy' look. "How the hell does that happen? It works fine on this side."

"As you know, this universe's version of hyperspace travels through subspace. On our side, it appears that subspace is so cluttered with trash; detonated Omega molecules, Solonae, that sort of stuff, that we can't travel using hyperspace."

I sighed. "Well, looks like we're stuck with warp, transwarp and QSD on our side. Shit."

The computer chirped. "Admiral, the Elusive Moon just got back." Tallasa said, referring to the Eclipse-class Intel cruiser that came through earlier today. "They report that Ori forces are mobilizing for attacks." She paused, reading over the report herself. "They also have another functional Supergate."

I swore. "Blast! Mobilize the fleet, and put in a request for reinforcements." I stood up and strode out of the ready room. "Come on. We've got a war to fight."

Author's Notes: So this chapter was just a filler, introducing the BS-305, Nemesis-class. The Nemesis is my way of saying 'Get more ships!' to the Tau'ri. She is slightly less maneuverable than the 304, and her 500 centimeter guns are a small nod to Battlestar Galactica. Both Starfleet and the Tau'ri are on the warpath, but the Asgard are dying, and the full strength of the Ori has yet to fall on the Stargate universe. Things are gonna get real.

I'm taking a step, but... Alright. Any GOOD authors out there that like STO and Stargate, Private Message me. We can work together do a collab. Just putting the feels out.