Disclaimer: The Stargate Atlantis show and its characters are not my property, only the idea of General Linia and the immortals are mine; Sateda, Ronin, Dex and the rest of the Stargate Atlantis show are not mine.
After the general's declaration the squad erupted into motion.
"Trevor, can you restrict access to the ship systems to us Immortals, by way of our implants?"
"Yes Ma'am, easy as falling off a log. That is, Ma'am, if you happen to have a record of the rest of the Implant signatures. I will have to record them in the programming for the ship's computer to recognize us."
"Excellent, Art, take Moran and head back to New Dawn to pick up our brothers and sisters."
"Yes Ma'am," Barrow replied, "that will require several trips, we only have room for six at a time in the ship we came in."
"That won't be necessary," Linia stated as she leaned over a computer panel. "These records state that a medium range transport was left behind when the Ancestors abandoned this instillation. It was left in a secondary hanger one level above us. Utilizing both this transport and the small craft we brought, you will be able to retrieve everyone we left as well as any useful supplies, weapons and armor you can find room for. Any questions?" the general asked looking between Colonel Barrow and Major Roark.
"Ok, then," Linia continued when neither officer responded. "Art will take the medium transport, and Moran will take the ship we came here in."
"Yes Ma'am," Barrow replied as he and Roark ran out.
"Cahira, you and Joy will work on modifying those weapons you found."
"Yes, Ma'am!" they replied with no little excitement.
"Any specific modifications you have in mind, Ma'am?" Major Teague inquired.
"Whatever you come up with. I trust your expertise in this area." Linia replied smiling at her sisters, "Only one thing, assign the weapons to a specific Immortal implant, I don't want any of our weapons to be used in the hands of our enemy."
"Yes Ma'am, we hear and obey," Cahira replied as she and Joy turned to leave.
"Trevor, tell me when you are ready for that data," Linia said as she turned back to study the schematics of the instillations.
"Yes Ma'am, I will. Ma'am there is something you need to know."
"Yes, Trevor?"
"According to this computer, we can request the facility to construct as many warships, transports, small fighters, weapons, and power sources as we want; however the construction time for each individual item exponentially increases for each additional item the facility constructs at a time."
"I see… how long will it take for the warship alone?"
"According to this, after calculating the time needed for designing… building… and then outfitting… arming… and finally testing the finished ship… two years total."
"I hope that in two years we will have found our lost comrades, but even if that is the case we will still need to protect ourselves." We are on our own now… she thought to herself. "So, go ahead and build us a warship, and let's see what else on that schematic list we can use."
"Everything you can imagine is on here, General!" he said as he touched one of the crystals on the panel and the clear screen in front of them began to cycle three-dimensional images of starships with various sizes and purposes. "The Ancestors have programmed starships ranging from reconnaissance, science and exploration, transport, and various degrees of warfare; as well as weapons of all shapes and sizes. But, here is another interesting object." Trevor stated, and as he touched another crystal the images of the ships diminished and an image of an odd looking octangular object replaced them. "This … object, according to what I have read, is the power source for everything that the Ancestors created, their ships, their facilities, everything."
"You're joking! This… thing, powers everything? No one uses the same power source for everything!" Linia replied in shocked disbelief.
"That's what the Ancestors recorded in their computer."
"Ok, I believe you, but it still sounds strange. Where will we find this… object; whatever it is."
"This facility produces them; it is on the list of objects it can construct." Trevor said with a smile. "The time of construction is a mere matter of weeks, as opposed to the months and years required for most of the star ships. Even though I cannot pronounce the ancient name for this power source, I am able to decipher its purpose and specifications."
"'Power source' is a good enough name for me. Put several of those on the list, I have a feeling we are going to need them." Linia said as she leaned over the panel to get a closer look at the odd object rotating on the screen. "Now, what else can we use?"
Linia and Trevor sifted through the lengthy list, selecting ships and weapons that looked useful or just plain fun to have. They chose scout ships equipped with cloaking devices, and chose to construct multiple warships and transports, and various weapons from the extensive list.
"I wish I knew what some of these weapons are, these descriptions are extremely vague. General, are you sure we aren't building too much equipment?"
"No, Trevor, I don't think so. When preparing for the unknown you can never be too prepared, especially when looking this far into the future," Linia said with a gentle smile. "Now let's see how far into the future this places us."
"Ok, let me see, the weapons will be finished in two to six weeks… the first ship, one of the scout ships will be completed in four weeks, and the first of the warships will be finished in seven years. The power sources will be completed in three month intervals. And, the rest of our selected ships will be completed in various amounts of time between now and when the warship is completed."
"It seems like a long time now, but there is much to do that will fill in the time," Linia stated, as she pulled a tiny memory storage device from a hidden compartment inside of her helmet. "This contains the implant ID signatures of every Immortal. Go ahead and incorporate them into the programming for everything we are constructing, and then see if you can get this facility started. I am going to check on Major Teague." Linia said handing the device to Ualtar.
"Yes, Ma'am."
Linia strolled toward the weapons chamber, mentally tallying all of the tasks ahead of her in order to turn this construction facility into a home for her and her comrades. We would all like to remain at New Dawn, however that does not seem the most practical solution any longer. This facility is protected by a large remote defense satellite system which is only lacking power at the moment, a safety precaution that New Dawn is in sore need of; therefore this is decidedly the safer solution of the two instillations. If we are going to be here for the many years that I am suspecting, I need to find as many ways as I can to make this a comfortable home for us, Linia thought, coming to a stop in the corridor. "I think I need to look at the layout of the station again,"she mumbled to herself, as she stepped to a computer panel attached to the wall of the corridor beside her. With a touch of her specially wired glove to the panel, Linia gained instant access to the system's schematics, and its systems; and she began her planning
Several long years passed…
The secluded station began to feel home to the handful of Immortals. However, they did not remain there exclusively. From the shelter of the base they reached into the surrounding systems, travelling in small groups seeking information about the Genii who had ambushed them. They never stayed in a single area for very long, and they often aided the locals they found in whatever way they could. Since, they have never forgotten their oaths. From these actions, news began to spread far and wide about the mysterious strangers. No one knew who they were, or where they were from, or even what they looked like (they always wore their armor in these villages). They never gave information about themselves, and this lack of information ignited the imaginations of the villagers they helped. The stories began to spread of a group of Paladins, naming them paragons of all that is good and noble and virtuous. If the Immortals had known that such stories were being told, they would have been both shocked and speechless knowing full well that these things were far from true. Paragons? And paladins? Holy knights defending all, shinning with virtue and truth? Hardly. But, thanks to the efficiency of trade and travel, the stories spread beyond the reach of anyone who might be willing to stop them.