In answer to the obvious question that I have received on a few emails on the Borg, yes they do adapt and quickly to boot, the Federation have no imagination with regards to weapons and firepower and as such suffer the consequences, they also give the Borg the opportunity to adapt by firing warning shots, as Mr Pitt stated. It is my belief that Gou'ald weapons and shields are far superior to Trek. Before people start ranting at me, take this into consideration, the Gou'ald had been ruling the Milky Way for thousands of years before the Tau'ri came along, with vastly superior tech, cunning and brutality, you don't stay the top dog that long with crappy weapons.
The Borg will adapt, they always do, but it will take time, and our darling Ba'al, as we know is just as cunning and adaptable as they are. Resistance as they say, is futile.
Thanks as always to my lovely beta!!
The Trinity
Alternate realities
"Damage report!"
The major looked at her screen and typed furiously on the board. Gant looked up at the Colonel with dismay. "The electromagnetic pulse penetrated the shield, sir. Primary computer systems are down, all we have are artificial gravity and life support on most decks."
"Casualties?"
Gant listened into her earpiece, "None reported."
Ronson let out a breath of air that he hadn't realized he'd been holding, "How soon until we get systems back on-line?"
"It's too early to say, Sir."
"I'd like to assist, if I may?" Sam asked the Colonel. Ronson nodded in agreement; after all, as Jack had pointed out, she was a genius.
"Please do, Major."
"Colonel Ronson, I'm picking up an atomic bogie originating from the other side of the planet. Closing in on our position-- heading this way!"
"Can you identify them?"
DeLouise paused for a moment, "Velocity and size indicate some kind of long-range ship, Sir. We're under attack."
"The Ship is on an intercept course."
"Evasive action, take us out of orbit."
"We can't maneuver, sir."
"Alright. Arm weapons, we'll try to take it out!"
Gant shook her head. "Weapons controls are down, sir."
"How long before it reaches us?"
"Three minutes," DeLouise answered.
"That's not enough time to get the systems back on-line, Sir."
"I know, Major Carter." Ronson said with a sigh.
"Colonel, they only launched their ship after we exploded our hyperdrive above their atmosphere. It could have very well looked like an attack from their point of view." Jonas said loudly to be heard over the alarms.
"I agree, sir. Based on the ship, they're obviously a very sophisticated race. The E.M. pulse that knocked out our computer systems could have had the same effect on their planet."
"Let's talk to 'em."
Major Gant chipped in. "Sir, I can broadcast on multiple frequencies. If they're listening, they'll pick it up."
Ronson nodded, "Do it."
Jack put on the headset and waited for DeLouise's signal. The man looked up nervously and nodded an okay; Jack smiled his thanks and spoke.
"This is Colonel Jack O'Neill, from the United States Air Force vessel Prometheus. Can anyone out there hear me?"
There was static.
"The explosion that just happened in orbit over you planet was an accident. The resulting EM Pulse damaged us and we are now defenseless against your attack."
There was more static. Jack looked at Ronson with a grim smile, until the static cleared up and a voice spoke.
Major General George Hammond did not like the news he had just been given, not only was Anubis now on the up, but the Air Force had just lost their premier ship, the Prometheus, in some sort of accident. The Asgard had very kindly sent as many ships as they could spare to scour the course of the ship.
SG-1, his premier team, had been on said premier ship and now both were missing. To top it off, Ba'al and a large chunk of his fleet had also gone AWOL. Things were not good at the moment.
Thor had reported back that as of yet they hadn't found anything at all, but they had not given up hope. They were supposedly following through on a lead, but as of yet had nothing concrete. When he had more, Thor would let them know.
In the meantime, the Asgard, as part of their debt to the Tau'ri, were starting an exchange of technologies earlier than scheduled. There had been great debate over it in the Grey Council, many arguing that they were not ready for this. The Asgard all agreed as one though that they did owe the humans. So in the meantime they were sending over a vast amount of resources to Area 51 to help with ship development. When the new ship of the line, the Daedalus, was ready, she would be equipped with Asgard beam weapons and engines.
Naturally there would be an Asgard present to make sure they didn't abuse those powers.
It was a small consolation.
Nerus had come up trumps, he had managed to crack the data security in the bits and pieces from the drones so that he could learn more about the galaxy at hand.
It turned out that in this galaxy the humans were much more advanced, having several hundred worlds under their belt to create something called the United Federation of Planets. There were other powers, the Romulans, the Klingons, who had an on and off affair with the humans and a race of beings known as the Cardassians, who, while smaller than the other races, were no less deadly.
There were naturally other smaller sectors around, the Orions for example and then the Ferengi who were a race of beings who worshiped greed. Ba'al could use that. If the Ferengi could be bought, he could obtain technologies without expending any unnecessary forces, all the better for him.
For the moment though, they were securing the planet that the Borg had been trying to assimilate, the inhabitants were now mostly dead or enslaved and its resources were being located so that he could build a base of operations. It wasn't quite Dakara, but it was a start.
"I am pleased to see that you intend us no harm…"
Colonel Jack O'Neill blinked in surprise, "That's right, we're primarily a war vessel, but we're not here for war."
"It is good to hear that. I am but a lone traveler heading towards Babylon 5."
Jack looked at Sam who raised both her eyebrows. She shook her head negatively.
"Uh, never heard of it," he said into the headpiece.
There was a pause.
"You are human, yes?"
Jack shrugged; there wasn't any harm in answering that one. "Yes."
"Then you must know of Babylon 5. It simply is the place to be."
Jack groaned.
"Oy."