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The Quantum Gate closed behind them and everyone on the bridge of the Orion sighed in relief. Major Jacob O'Neill, tapped the button for the fleet comm channel. Gathering his thoughts he prepared for what he wanted to say.

"All ships this is the Orion. We did it. After four years of planning, the sacrifices of our lost comrades, our worlds, our galaxies, we're finally free of the Ori. I would like a senior meeting of the fleet commanders and all military and civilian leaders in one hour aboard the Orion. We need to discuss our next course of action. Scout ships are to scan and recon the local area. We don't want to anger any of the natives if we've stumbled into their territory by mistake. All ships begin system checks, ensure nothing was damaged. City ships and civilian transports maintain position within the center of the fleet, Jaffa Hat'aks, Asgard Battlecruisers and Tau'ri Warships shall maintain a perimeter around all other ships. That is all, Orion out."

He didn't know how or why, but everyone from the Tok'ra, the Asgard and the Jaffa were all looking to him for leadership. It was probably because his parents led the charge which eventuall brought about the end of the Goa'uld and the Replicators, and were now looking at him to lead them into a new world. Speaking of his parents, he didn't know how his mom and Thor had managed it but they'd somehow talked his dad into cloning all of SG1 in younger bodies...well except for Teal'c...he was still quite young for a Jaffa, or at least Master Bra'tac kept saying so anyway. He was glad they'd found a way to give the Jaffa their own immune systems, almost equal in strength to that of a symbiote, which meant they'd live far longer than normal. It's estimated Master Bra'tac has another hundred years left in him at least. As for the rest of SG1 they were in stasis on Thors ship awaiting reanimation. Thor had left when his parents would awaken to Jacob, seeing as he was their son. Daniel and Vala would be awoken by the order of their daughter Sha're Jackson. Cameron Mitchell had declined the chance to 'start over' as it were, said he could here his grandma spouting warnings of hellfire and brimstone and him burning in hell if he did. Even though she'd been dead for years.

"Alright people...lets get to work!"

03-K64 Firefly-class mid-bulk cargo transport, "Serenity". Registry: 404-E-132-4FE274A.

Outer-Rim, on course for Haven

Mal was sitting in his bunk, his head in his hands feeling trapped and hopeless. The last time he'd felt like that was at Serenity Valley, when he realized the 'angels' weren't coming to save them. Surrounded by enemies, his faith in God shattered, he'd felt trapped and hopeless. And now once again, he questions how God could have created men like The Operative, who justified what had been done to River as 'Making Better Worlds'. Trapped, hopeless and alone. They couldn't go to anyone who'd kept them safe before and he was taking a big risk going back to see Book now, he just hoped no one had caught on that they had people to go to at Haven, hoped Book could shed some more light on how to fight this Operative.

"Captain, we're gonna be coming up on Haven in half an hour, you want me to wave Book, let him know we coming?"

Getting up form his bunk he hit the switch to reply.

"No Wash, take us in nice and quiet like. I don't want to give no one a chance of bein' able of sneakin' up on us, ya hear? It ain't some bounty hunter or merc after us this time, they could be listenin' in on any waves we make. I'll be up in a few minutes."

"Aye Captain."

With that Mal pulled the wash basin out of his cabin wall and slashed water over his face. Damn he felt old, if only God would just cut them a break, cut him a break. Bad enough the Alliance had destroyed his faith in God, now they'd finish what they started in Serenity Valley, they were going to destroy his soul by trying to take away all he had left, his crew, his family.

River opened her eyes and for a fraction of a a second, she felt something at the edges of her conciousness, something she'd felt just before the bank job on Lilac. It felt good, it felt safe, as safe as she ever felt with Simon or Mal. She then felt something else from within the ship, the Captain.

'Damn he felt old, if only God would just cut them a break, cut him a break. Bad enough the Alliance had destroyed his faith in God, now they'd finish what they started in Serenity Valley, they were going to destroy his soul by trying to take away all he had left, his crew, his family.'

Reviewing the safe feeling she got from whatever was out there, she thought that maybe the Captain would get his wish, maybe. She then closed her eyes tightly as the nightmares returned, the silent screaming!

Haven Colony

Shepperd Book was helping a young woman and her infant son towards the shelter. He'd expected this, the Alliance to come after him to flush Mal out, but he'd never thought they'd send an attack ship to kill everyone! It had started just two minutes earlier, he'd already ordered the younger children and the elderly into the shelter, it wasn't much protection, a single hit from a missile would take it out, but he hoped and prayed to God they wouldn't be that monsterous. It was bad enough, the ground was already littered with the bodies of the men who'd gone to fire the cannons, however none of them were fighters or gunmen, their aim was poor and their shots wild.

As he had the young lady and her son in the shelter, the attack ship came about for another attack. He could see from it's vectoring that it was heading for the shelter. As he ran towards one of the cannons he prayed for God to have mercy on the souls of his people, he'd hoped they'd be left alone but obviously the man...if you could call such a murderous beast a man, who was piloting the craft had been ordered to leave none alive.

Just as the ship was about to fire, a large ball of yellow light came from the heavens and struck down the devil. The ship blew appart, most of it vaporized by the blast, whatever pieces were left were no bigger than a man's fist. Book closed his eyes and offered a prayer of thanks to God for the Guardian Angel who'd saved them, whoever it was.

People came out of the shelter, crying in both relief and sadness, they were alive but still so many were dead or dying, as he was about to fetch his bible to offer a few final comforting words to the dying and their families as another ship came upon them, however this one was larger and of a completely different make than the last one. Some began moving back towards the shelter, others moving towards the cannons, can't be too careful after all.

As the ship landed and it's crew exited, several ran towards the fallen nearest the ship, others came towards him. Looking towards the cannons they raised their hands in surrender and their leader who wore an unfimliar type of uniform spoke.

"We're here to provide medical assistance, we saw you under attack and came to investigate. We mean you no harm."

Nodding, Book signaled for the men at the cannons to stand down, the rest of the ships crew came foward towards the shelter. Injuries were checked and mended, simple food rations destributed and the dead prepared for burial. God had answered his prayers and had sent angels to visit His wrath upon the wicked and his blessings and mercies upon the faithful. Now if only Mal and the others were here then everything he cared for in this world would be alright.

And lo and behold out of the clouds came a ship old Book knew all too well, smiling he turned towards make-shift dock his people had built and went to meet the the old sinning captain. Somedays God just can't help but keep smiling at you.

Authors Note: Finally managed to overcome writers block for this chapter! Hope you like it!