A/N: It is canon in the Doctor Who universe that the Doctor speaks "baby". I have wondered what baby Janus (Q / Batai) might say to the Doctor. If a normal human child would prefer to be called Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All, what would Q desire to be called?

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Chapter 11 Kataan...

Kamin was relaxing in the living area of his home. His daughter, Meribor, was sitting on the floor at his feet playing, while Eline was holding the newest addition to their family, Batai.

A knock sounded at the door, and Kamin stood. "I wonder who that could be?" he speculated as he walked to the door and opened it. Waiting outside was an oddly dressed man and as soon as the door was opened, he strode into the room as if he owned the place.

"Kamin!" he exclaimed pausing long enough to throw his arms around him, then he was on his way to Eline. "Eline!" He looked at the child on the floor, who was eyeing him curiously. "Meribor!" He turned back to Eline holding the baby. "And this must be Baby Batai!"

He stepped closer and waved some fingers at the baby, who cooed at him. The odd man snapped his head back and an astonished look came over his face. "Really?" he said to the child. "Well I don't think so."

"Who are you?" Kamin demanded.

"Oh! Sorry," he said, pulling a paper ID out of his pocket. "I'm the Doctor."

Kamin looked at the ID and asked. "What's this?"

The Doctor turned it around and looked at it, scowling. He slapped his hand against it a couple of times, then smiled. "Of course," he said, "Q. It won't work. Oh, well." He put the paper away and told Kamin, "I'm not from Ressik. We met at the ironweavers conference three years past. We discussed some of the benefits of using alloys in decorative goods."

"I see," said Kamin. "So what are you doing in Ressik, Doctor?"

"Just passing through," the Doctor said. He never seemed to stop moving, Kamin thought to himself. He was constantly in motion. Batai gurgled, and the doctor laughed. "That's a good one, Batai," he said, looking over at the baby. He paused and started scowling at the child. "Yes, I'm speaking to you." Another pause as the baby cried. "The Laughing God? No, I'm not going to call you that!"

Eline looked at the Doctor as if he was one of the strangest people she had ever seen. "You think you know what he's saying?" she asked with an indulgent smile.

"Of course!" the Doctor exclaimed. "I speak baby. Don't you?" he asked innocently.

"No," she laughed, "I'm afraid I don't."

Kamin gestured to the table. "Have a seat, Doctor." He remembered him now, and decided that, while the Doctor was odd, he was harmless. Not to mention, brilliant. Some of his thoughts on ironweaving were revolutionary. Kamin sat down beside the Doctor and prepared for an interesting evening.

Cardassia Prime…

Todd and Sheppard watched the procession as it made it's way through the city streets to Madred's Palace. It was a grandiose parade, and people were craning their necks to see who was creating such a stir.

On a carriage pulled by several beasts of burden - in actuality, they were cardassian peasants forced to pull the rich - was a pale creature with dark hair and violet eyes. He wasn't Cardassian at all. That much could be told by his look. He was seated beside a Cardassian whom both Todd and Sheppard recognized: Gul Dukat, the former commander of Terok Nor.

"Dukat," Todd almost spat. "I don't know the thing beside him, but if it's spending its time with him, it's not anything worthwhile."

"It's called a Vorta, Todd," Sheppard supplied. "That particular creature is called Weyoun."

"Not a very attractive thing, is it?" Todd chuckled. He eyed the procession after the carriage. "Those are Jem'hadar, I suppose?"

"Yes," John agreed. "They're bred for fighting, and little else. They're genetically engineered soldiers."

The parade finally passed, and as the gates of the palace closed, Todd said, "They don't belong here. They have no business on this planet during a civil war. Any other time either," he concluded as if an afterthought.

"I agree, it's not their fight," Sheppard said, but realized that he was talking to air. He turned and saw Todd quickly heading towards the palace.

"Oh, for crying out loud," he exclaimed as he followed.

As they neared the palace, they slipped out of sight down an alleyway, where they both became pure energy and disappeared. A few moments later, they reappeared, but in the great hall outside the throne room of the palace.

There were guards blocking the doors to the throne room, but when they saw Todd, who appeared as a full wraith, they turned away in fear.

"Open the doors," Todd told them.

"My Lord," one said, his voice shaking in fear, "please don't kill us! We can't open them! Madred has told us he will kill us if we allow you through."

"Ya know," Sheppard said. He appeared in his human form, but he was wearing the clothes of a Cardassian tradesman. "You've got a real problem here. Madred says he's gonna kill you if you let us through, but you see, we're going through those doors whether you let us or not. Now, you can make nice and open them, or we'll go through you and do it ourselves." As he spoke, Sheppard took on the features of a Wraith.

The guards turned white as they remembered the night Jardis had sucked the life force out of their fellow when he had tried to kill the little girl. They remembered his scream as he died, not to mention the empty husk he had become, and they knew that these two were fully capable of killing them. After glancing at each other, they quickly moved to either side of the door.

Todd took a step forward, and the door opened wide. The two Wraith stepped through, and the doors shut behind them. Sheppard smiled when he heard the faint sounds of running as the guards hurried away from their posts. Probably a good idea, he mused. Madred wouldn't take into account that they had no choice in letting the Wraith through.

"What is the meaning of this?" Madred demanded. When he focused on the two white haired people, he hissed, "Todd!"

"Hello, Madred," the Wraith said easily. "How are you today?"

"My health is not your business," the emperor said venomously.

"Nor is it something I really care about, but I'm trying to be as polite as possible."

"You have no place here, Wraith!"

"No!" Todd's face was filled with disgust as he indicated Weyoun. "It is this … this thing and its mindless drones that have no place on Cardassia!"

"I say they have!" Madred shouted.

"And I say they haven't."

Sheppard was watching the two closely, and stepped a few paces away from his friend as Todd uttered the last in a low, dangerous voice. Then, the Wraith became a floating ball of energy with his face visible, and still showing his hate and disgust for the emperor who refused to take care of his own people.

"Now you've done it," Sheppard said to Madred, shaking his head.

Todd rose up to the highest reaches of the throne room, then came down, picking up speed. His energy went through the ranks of Jem'hadar, neatly drilling a hole through each one's chest. He went down one side of the throne room, then up the other. The Jem'hadar fell almost like dominoes.

Todd stopped in front of the emperor and became wraith once more, then he and Sheppard disappeared.

Weyoun was left, looking at his soldiers, and wondering how he could defeat such an enemy.

Madred simply stood and walked out of the room without a word.

The Surface of Jord...

Sam and McKay were standing in a public square in the town of New Caprica City. Beside them were Laura Adama and John Evansville. New Caprica was an area on Jord which was entirely governed by Colonials, and held the seat of their government and military.

Suddenly, a man seemed to step out of nowhere. He walked up to the four and embraced Sam, then shook hands with Rodney.

Samantha turned to the two presidents and introduced him. "This is Narim, of the Tolan. He's here to help us build a stargate."

They willingly shook his hand, then Laura asked, "How did you come here?"

"It's called a gateway. It's like a stargate, but it takes a vastly larger amount of power because there's no gate at the receiving end to help stabilize the wormhole."

"Ok," the colonial president said, nodding her head slowly, "I'll take your word for it."

"We're going to build a stargate, Madam President," Sam explained. "It will join our worlds, and allow for a much cheaper means of transportation."

As if to punctuate her words, a vehicle came through the gateway in front of them. It was pulling a trailer which held several blocks of metal."

"What's that?" Evansville asked.

"That's naquadah," Rodney said. He turned to Laura and expanded. "It's metallic tylium, Madam President."

"Is that even safe?" she asked. "Tylium is volatile!"

"Yes, as an ore and liquid, but when it's refined into its naquadah state, it's relatively benign."

Narim was introduced to the manager of a metal fabricating plant on the outskirts of the town, and the naquadah was taken there. He helped set up the fabrication plant to turn the naquadah into a stargate. Within two weeks, everything was ready, and the heavy ring was brought to the town square.

Sam and Rodney had spent several days fondly arguing with each other as they built a DHD. It had a very similar design to the Ancient DHDs they had seen on so many planets, but was more streamlined, as was Narim's stargate.

As the final connections were made to the ring, Amelia Earhart joined Evansville and the Adamas as they watched.

Jack O'Neill had been standing to one side as his wife worked. He had watched, amused, as Earhart asked questions, the answers to which quickly caused her eyes to glaze over.

Bill Adama stepped to Jack's side. "I understand you've been through one of these rings countless times."

"Yeah, I have."

"What's it like?"

O'Neill turned his head towards Adama. "It's a bit disorienting at first, but it's really no better or worse than a jump drive. Just stay away from it when it starts making noise."

"We're ready, Jack!" called Samantha.

"Open it and let them know we're ready to receive," he told her.

She quickly dialed an address. There was a loud whoosh as the event horizon formed, then there was a glowing blue puddle in the middle of the gate.

"When that thing does its 'whoosh' thing out of the gate," O'Neill explained to Bill, "you don't want to let it touch you. Anything it touches just …. goes away."

The puddle disappeared, and a moment later, the gate started receiving. There was another whoosh and puddle, then two men walked through. One had iron grey hair and a mustache, and was carrying a case, while the other one was much darker. He was directing a malp which was pulling a trailer.

"Hey, guys!" O'Neill said walking up to them and holding out his hand. "How was the trip?"

"Ach, Lad!" said the older, heavier man. "It's good t' see ya, Jack."

"Good to see you too, Scotty." He turned to the other man. "You're still holding his leash, Geordie?"

"Hi, Jack. Yeah, someone has to keep him in line. I hear you need a space gate."

"Who keeps you in line?" Jack asked. "A space gate would be really nice."

"We'll set it up, then," Geordie said, indicating the trailer. On it was a column that looked to be around thirty feet long. Jack knew that almost half of it would be in the ground when it was done, so it wouldn't fall over in even the strongest wind.

The twins got to work. Laura had already asked for the hole to be dug, and the column was soon firmly in place. Scotty knelt down beside it and pressed a series of symbols and a panel opened. He removed a glowing crystal from his case and placed it in its receptacle. He watched as the panel closed, then he stood and pressed some more controls that were at chest height. A beam shot out of an emitter at the top of the column, coalescing in what seemed to be a human sized window. Through the window, they could see the bridge of Pegasus.

"It's all yours, Lad," Scotty said to Narim as he disconnected the gateway.

"Thank you, Scotty," the Tolan said as he opened the bottom of the DHD. He moved a couple of control crystals around, and inserted a new one into the opening, then snapped the cover back into place. He punched in an address and spoke into his wrist communicator once the gate was open. "We're ready here," he said, then disconnected the gate.

"A gate only allows traffic one way," Sam explained to the Colonials and Jordians watching, "so we have to let them know when we're ready on this end."

The stargate opened once more. A moment after the puddle was formed, the column came to life and formed a gate sized window in front of the event horizon. Before, the gateway had been on the other side of the column so someone could safely approach without the danger of a wormhole forming in the stargate behind them. Now, the gateway was mere centimeters from the event horizon. As they watched transfixed, something came through the gate. They could see through the backside of the gateway, and as the thing came through they got a glimpse of the inside of a cockpit, engines, and even the pilot as he went through.

"When the gate is dialed from the other side, a macro is used which tells the gateway to create a connection to space above the planet," Rodney explained. As he spoke, a second thing started making its passage through the small space. "As long as a person is dialing from another gateway, they can dial to space, or any city with a valid address on this planet," he finished proudly.

"If one were dialing to an address on Earth, for example," Sam added, "they could dial an address from the gateway column. It would then dial the stargate, and send a signal through to the column on Earth. A green light would appear on the column when the gateway is opened on the other side, telling them it's ready and they could proceed through."

"But you have to come here to dial out?" Evansville asked.

"No," Narim said. "Each city will have a column in it. With a receiver on the other end, the power consumption will be much lower. You can dial remote addresses from any column. It will open a gate right in front of the stargate. You simply walk through them all at the same time."

The gamma quadrant…

The First and The Commander were presently pure energy. They had journeyed to the gamma quadrant to watch as the Vulcan's fuel accumulator entered the area. As it built up its own power reserves, it was able to take advantage of the modifications The First had made when he repaired it. He had altered its original warp drive to work in slipstream mode.

When it had first been built, its warp drive had allowed travel at incredible speeds, approaching hyperspace, but then Khan had died, destroying the delicate balance of hyperspace and restricting the 'planet killer' to subspace. Eventually, the fabric of space time repaired itself enough for the killer to attain warp speeds, albeit slow ones. But it didn't have enough fuel to go even that fast. It let itself drift for years, making only small course corrections to bring it within striking distance of a planet. It almost didn't make it, so low were its reserves, but eventually, it was able to build up enough fuel to achieve warp flight.

Now, it was moving at a modest speed. It wasn't what it had first been capable of, but fast enough that very little in the galaxy would be able to keep up with it.

Its creator and his best friend watched as it zeroed in on an uninhabited system. It used its anti-proton beam to slice the planets into digestible pieces, then broke them down into smaller and smaller units, until the watchers perceived the stargate activating, then they went back to Iconia Prime.

In the sphere, the pieces of planet were shooting through a stargate at high speed. They were aimed so that they would enter orbit of the star in the center of the sphere, where they would stay until the refineries inside the cells below would be able to tear them down into subatomic particles. They would then rebuild those particles into whatever material and shape was needed.

One of the Federation's contributions to in-space construction was the workbee. The little ships were able to be configured for many things, including fighters. There was a wide variety of sleds that the cockpit could be attached to, including a high performance attack sled, that was used as the standard Federation fighter.

In this instance, however, the cockpits were connected to a cargo transport carrying newly formed armor for the Pegasus. The transport sleds were designed to be able to fit through a stargate, and once they were loaded with cargo, the pilot would dial the stargate through his control panel. He then flew the little transport through a gateway which would take him through the stargate, and into space above Jord.

Four of the Iconian pilots were very much looking forward to getting into Jordian space. They had not been there in millenia.

Li hardly ever flew small ships anymore. As Lee Adama, he had been placed in command of the Pegasus when Jack O'Neill resumed his position as the head of the Iconian military. Charles Valerii had worked side by side with Lee since Karl had been declared missing, so he moved into the position of second in command of the enormous battlestar. In the early years of the Wraith war, Li became the commander of an aurora. Charles, or Boomer, as he was called by everyone, remained at his friend's side. Even when Ka'Ra and Ka'Rel were flying fighters, Li and Boomer were were still commanding ships. Li was in charge of the city ship, Camelot, and Boomer took command of the Exscidium, an aurora.

Now, they were preparing to launch. As soon as their clearance was given, Li said into his comlink, "Apollo to Blue Squadron. Thrusters only, and follow me through." He pressed the button which dialed the macro, and they watched as the gateway formed. As soon as the green light was showing on his console, he eased through the gateway and they were off, and the four cargo transports moved smoothly through the gates.

It had been three days since they opened the stargate and gateways for business. Bill and Laura understood who was flying this group of ships, and were watching beside the stargate as they shot through. Even though they knew the order of the ships; Lee, Kara, Karl, and Boomer, they still had to admit that they couldn't tell who was who.

As they exited the orbital gateway, Li ordered, "Get in formation. Keep it tight." He was very much enjoying himself, as were the others.

They neared the cavernous starboard landing bay, and he called, "Blue Squadron requesting permission to land."

"Permission is granted!" It was a familiar voice to all of them, although they hadn't heard it for a long time.

Rigel, Li thought to himself. Why's she on Pegasus?

He had no time to ponder, however, and concentrated on bringing the little ship in for a smooth landing. As soon as he touched down, Ka'Ra brought her ship in right beside him. She set it down exactly two meters to the right of his. The noses of the craft were lined up perfectly as well. Next, Ka'Rel set his ship down with as much precision as his sister, then Boomer followed suit.

As they exited their ships, a woman in her mid twenties walked up to Li. "Nice flying," she said in a mocking tone. "Computer landing?"

"Nice to see you too, Sheba," Li replied, using her call sign.

Ka'Ra heard the comment, however, and simply stared at the woman. "I'm really glad to know my memory of you is right on the money, Helena."

Helena smirked, seeing that she had accomplished what she wanted. "Hello, Starbuck," she said condescendingly.

"Actually," Ka'Rel said, taking off his helmet, "I'm Starbuck. She's Serena"

"Oh," Helena said, "you gave your brother back his call sign? That's so nice of you!"

She was about to turn on Boomer, when a voice behind her barked, "Helena!"

She glanced over her shoulder at her father.

"Knock it off or I'll put you on report," he said firmly.

"Yes, Sir!" she said, giving him a flippant salute. Then she turned on her heel and left the flight deck.

"I'm sorry about that," O'Neill said to the four.

"Permission to come aboard, Sir?" Li asked formally snapping to attention.

"Granted," O'Neill said, saluting. Then shook hands with each one excitedly. "I'm really glad to see you four. I know I saw your counterparts this morning, but you all haven't been here for how long?"

"I stopped counting at twenty seven thousand years," Ka'Ra quipped.

"Well," O'Neill said chuckling, "however long it's been, I'm glad to see you. Why don't you come to the Turbo Boost and I'll buy you a drink?"

"Sounds like fun," said Ka'Rel. "I haven't had Colonial Ambrosia in at least…" He turned to his sister. "You said twenty seven thousand years?"

"I wouldn't mind a game of Pyramid," Ka'Ra said laughing, and thinking of her last time in the Turbo Boost. "Think you'll have any takers, Admiral?"

They started for the lift, laughing over memories of old times.