Here's the next chapter for you all, questions will be answered and others will be asked. Note: I only own what characters i create, the names and places i invent and the ships and vehicles i seem to be designing in droves for this single story.

I would like to thank AlexanderD for all his help and i strongly recomend reading his story New Dawn. I hope he likes the character named after him Admiral Alec Xander.

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AlexanderD: Always happy to please my readers. Some ideas just take time to implement if you want them to work, and while i would like to do everything at once i do have to try to be realistic. Well realistic to a point anyway.

Shadows-of-Realm: Well they technically already got through the attack when they saved Hope, its the future they have to worry about. As for the rest, well lets just say they're asking the same question.

Jaffa Training Camp

The green, earth like world ahead was already well known to the commander of the BC-306 Tau'ri vessel that was exiting hyperspace just outside of orbit. The world had previously been in the possession of Apophis and had been used as a training world for members of his army. Here soldiers blindly loyal to the false god would undergo training and take part in war games using intar weapons, designed to forge them into weapons worthy of the Goa'uld System Lord. But this world was quite unique in that it had not been used to train Jaffa warriors but instead humans. Goa'uld had been known in the past to use humans as fodder when they're own armies of Jaffa were beginning to dwindle, after all a Goa'uld hates to lose and such methods had proven effective enough to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. But humans would not require training for such a purpose, and the humans that had been undergoing training on this world had been training for a far different purpose. Apophis did intend for them to be fodder to boost his failing army, instead he intended for them to be used to eliminate a threat that had cost him much in such a short period of time. Using what had been learned from a captured SG-11 the humans would mimic the actions of the Tau'ri in the hope that they would be able to infiltrate their forces and destroy them from within. If not for the timely arrival of SG-1 then the young humans might have continued to train aimlessly for countless years to come. Training for a mission that would have been impossible to accomplish, but then again Apophis had been desperate.

Slowly approaching the planet several Ha'tak class vessels quickly moved to intercept the powerful and demanded identification. Offering no hostility, despite the raised shields of the other vessels, the Tau'ri vessel responded and the ship was allowed to take orbit around the planet after receiving co-ordinates. On the planets surface there was a flash of light and Lt. General Jack O'Neill appeared. Looking around he realised he was standing in what was a Jaffa settlement recognising the stone structures as being reminiscent to those on Chulak. However unlike Chulak there were numerous buildings going above several stories as well as some very large buildings that were reminiscent of warehouses. Turning around he looked down the main road and saw in the distance a collection of tents, a short distance away from the main settlement. He started walking towards the camp at a leisurely pace, taking in the sights as he went.

Around him were groups of Jaffa, chatting and carrying goods to destinations. Most of them were women and children, with the male Jaffa apparently elsewhere but there were some about, carrying boxes or manning various stalls. The stalls were similar to those of the various market places across the galaxy, selling food, jewellery and clothing amongst other things. Most trade in the galaxy was done through barter on the basis that you need what you need right now so the value of an object can only be measured by how much you need it at the time. But some things are equally valued by most human and Jaffa settlements, and that is precious metals, more specifically gold. The Goa'uld had a love for the metal to an extreme, to the point were they would line the walls of their ships with it. Gold coins were considered desirable to both the humans and the Jaffa so the Jaffa had been trying to introduce it as a general currency. Ironically the attempts had been successful outside their own community but it was taking effect slowly in the Jaffa worlds. To understand this one had to consider where the need to value gold came from. The humans had in a way been forced to set a value for gold, and naquadah and other precious materials. This was so that they could trade for it with other human worlds so that they could acquire enough to match the amounts that the Goa'uld required of them to mine. It was true that there was no such thing as a currency system in the past, but by introducing gold as the basis one was starting to take shape. The Jaffa however were slow to the change, they had never needed to buy their goods, and rarely bartered. The human worlds had been required to give them whatever they needed as decreed by the Goa'uld. But now they were being thrust into a changing universe. They found themselves needing to adapt to survive, something that the warrior people could at least understand. So slowly an economy was taking shape, and the various human worlds found themselves subjected to a new terror, taxes. The Free Jaffa Nation was hiring out its forces as defences to the various human worlds, acting as galactic police force to a certain extent. But human worlds that joined the Jaffa Nation however were not subject to fees but were instead subjected to taxes. In these early days of the Jaffa nation they would simply be taxed for the income they received for their work. It was a small tax but it was the start of what form the foundations a grand empire for the Jaffa people.

Approaching the tents O'Neill could a number of Jaffa gathered together, both male and female. They appeared to be gathering around a large stage on which stood a familiar figure, Teal'c. The mighty Jaffa warrior had abandoned his leather robes and was instead wearing only black trousers and a leather sleeveless undershirt. In his hands he held a P90 and one of the new plasma rifles.

Bra'tac, having spotted him as he approached, walked up to him.

"O'Neill," he said. "It is good to see you again."

Jack smiled at the ageing Jaffa. "You too Bra'tac, so how's politics treating you?"

The Jaffa master sighed. "I had thought that the hard battles would be over with the System Lords gone and the Ori defeated. It seems I was wrong. Politics is a war like no other."

Jack chuckled. "You know it took a while to figure this out but that was only because I couldn't see what was right in front of me. Surround yourself with good people and it makes the whole thing that much easier, because then you can delegate and know the job will get done."

"It is a hard lesson to learn," admitted Bra'tac. "Learning to let people take the weight off your shoulders instead of trying to do everything by yourself."

"We only try to do everything for ourselves because we worry what might happen if things don't go well."

"Indeed we do, but it is not easy even with help."

"There is a saying on Earth Rome wasn't built in a day."

Bra'tac smirked. "How big was Rome?"

"Given the technology being used lets say it's about the same as what you're trying to do, and with the Asgard helping you then it won't be as hard as you think."

"The Asgard are indeed a powerful and benevolent race, they have been of great aid to our people these past few months. We owe them much."

"I don't think they see it that way, as far as they're concerned they're trying to fix the damage that the Goa'uld caused. This is just a part of it, giving you all the chance to form your own society the way it should have been."

Bra'tac frowned. "But if it were not for the Goa'uld the Jaffa would not exist."

"Not the point," Jack argued. "Nobody should be born into slavery and the Jaffa were slaves to the Goa'uld, brainwashed into doing the bidding of the Goa'uld."

"The Tau'ri have a saying I believe," said Bra'tac. "Never again. Well I intend to form a nation from that belief."

"Here's to that Bra'tac. Here's to that."

"Look, Teal'c is starting his speech," said Bra'tac gesturing to the stage.

"People of the Free Jaffa Nation," yelled Teal'c. "Today our people take another step in their independence. Today we have forged another symbol of our freedom."

Teal'c paused as the crowd cheered at his words before beginning again.

"A wise man once said that the staff weapon is a weapon of terror, to scare those we would fight. For millennia the Jaffa used a weapon of fear, but the Tau'ri who opposed the Goa'uld used this." He held up the P90 in his left hand for the crowd to see. "That same wise man named this a weapon of war, a weapon to strike down ones enemies."

"But my brothers and sisters this is our weapon of war." He held up the plasma rifle to even more cheers. "This is a weapon designed by the Jaffa in the light of freedom, and when our warriors march into battle it with weapons such as these that they will carry. With these we shall bring down those who would try to enslave others. Never again shall we suffer under the oppression of others. Never again shall the Jaffa or any other human be forced to bow down to those who claim to be gods. Never again shall the Jaffa be the soldiers of oppression. If we must fight, then it will be for a noble cause and if we should die then we shall die free."

The crowd erupted, their cheers drowning out the last of the warriors words.

As the crowd began to disperse Teal'c spotted O'Neill and Bra'tac standing together and approached with a smile, handing the P90 to one of his warriors.

"O'Neill, I am glad that you could come."

"Nice to be here," said Jack. "That was one hell of speech."

"It is easy when it comes from the heart," said Teal'c. "What do you think of our new weapon?"

"May I?"

Teal'c smirked and handed the plasma rifle to him.

"Nice," Jack commented as he examined the rifle, testing the feel of it and trying out the scope.

"Teal'c based the design off of the plasma repeaters used by the kull and his experience with your own projectile weapons," said Bra'tac.

"Indeed," said Teal'c. "My engineers have learned much these past few years and with the help of the Asgard we have made great strides."

"So what are the specs for this thing?" asked Jack.

"It can fire 180 plasma rounds a minute with a range of over 100 metres," said Teal'c.

"Sounds like you took a staff weapon and beefed up the fire power," said Jack.

"Indeed," said Teal'c. "The power source is even the same, a liquid naquadah power cell. Like a staff weapon we expect it to last well beyond a Jaffa's lifetime."

"Certainly takes care of the issue of running out of ammo in a fight and you have a nice way of recycling the old staff weapons."

"The staff weapon has served our people well for many years," noted Bra'tac. "The Jaffa will take time to adjust to the changes we are going through. Accepting these new weapons will be the first step."

"Well you have certainly built a nice weapon of war here," commented Jack. "It's sturdy, easy to handle and pretty powerful to boot."

"I am glad you like it O'Neill," said Teal'c. "Your approval means much to me."

"I'm looking forward to seeing what else you come up with."

"Perhaps we should show him the other designs," suggested Bra'tac.

Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Others?"

Teal'c grinned.

Standing inside one of the large buildings he had noticed earlier Jack quickly realised why this planet had come with so much security. It wasn't just a place for the Jaffa to train in using the new weapons but also where the designs had been developed in the first place. The building he was standing in was part factory, part workshop and was full of activity. The entire place smelt of smoke, sweat and hard work. There were Jaffa engineers working on new designs, producing new components and inspecting rifles. Jaffa were coming and going out of the warehouse, carrying materials and components, some leaving with them, others bringing them in. At the far end of the warehouse were several large objects covered in tarpaulin as well as the numerous prototype designs that Bra'tac had spoken of. It was these that they were here to see.

Teal'c led them to an unused work bench upon which lay the latest designs the Jaffa had produced. The weapons were quite large and even though they were clearly not fully assembled yet, judging by the opening casing and missing internal components, the shape of them was still apparent.

They were both reminiscent of the staff cannon, sharing the same box like main structure, but that was where the similarities ended. The smaller of the two was smaller in both length and overall size and instead of a single barrel this version had three, each the size of those on the plasma rifles. On the bench next to it was what appeared to be the power source, three liquid naquadah power cells that would feed power to each of the alternatively firing barrels, giving it a firing rate of 540 RPM. The larger of the two was very much like the staff cannon that Carter had taken from a death glider and modified into a hand held version. This one was almost identical in appearance and shape but seemed much more streamlined, having been manufactured rather than modified. This version fired bolts twice the size of the plasma rifle but at half the firing rate, with dual power cells feeding into a capacitor to allow for alternate firing rates with a maximum of 90 RPM.

"Interesting," said Jack. "You certainly have come with a few new ideas. So what are you calling these bad boys?"

"The smaller is the plasma storm cannon and the other I am calling a plasma blaster," said Teal'c with a grin.

Jack chuckled, he knew his friend was a big Star Wars fan and that had probably influenced the second name.

"They certainly sound impressive on paper," commented Jack. "You tested them yet."

"The designs have performed adequately and are ready for mass production," said a voice behind him.

O'Neill turned around and saw an Asgard standing behind him.

"Hello and who might you be," he asked.

The Asgard gave him a brief look, as if sizing him up, before answering. "I am Kvasir. I was tasked by the Asgard High Council with making sure the Jaffa do not blow themselves up testing their new designs."

Jack raised an eyebrow, he heard of this particular Asgard. "So is that a danger of happening?"

"No," Kvasir replied shortly. "I have inspected the prototypes before they were tested and have determined them to be fully functional."

"Good to know," said Jack, not being able to think of anything else to say.

"Will he be looking at the fighter prototype?" asked Kvasir.

"What fighter prototype?"

"He will be," said Bra'tac.

"Follow me then," said Kvasir before turning and heading to the large objects covered in tarpaulin.

"So you've even altered the death gliders as well?" Jack enquired.

"Not exactly," said Bra'tac. "We have discarded them for an alternative option, one you should recognise."

As they approached one of the large objects Teal'c grabbed hold of the tarpaulin sheet.

"Behold the new fighter of the Jaffa, the needle threader," said Teal'c before pulling off the sheet.

The name meant nothing to O'Neill but he immediately recognised the cylinder shaped craft resting on stirrups. It was the fighter that Teal'c and Hammond had manned when they had rescued SG-1 from Hathor. That craft had been the last of the Goa'uld fighters in existence capable of traversing through the stargate, the design having been discarded after it proved to be too difficult to master. If the Jaffa intended to make this their new fighter then clearly that must have changed.

"I thought this thing was supposed to be really difficult to fly," said Jack. "I sure wouldn't want to try flying one of these through a stargate."

"This version has modified from the original design," said Kvasir.

"How?" asked Jack.

"It utilises an automated flight control system that has been created from reprogramming the fail safe devices found on the death gliders utilised by Apophis," Kvasir explained.

"So it's like a planes fly by wire that compensates for any wrong moves made by the pilot," Jack summarised.

"In terms of basic premise yes," admitted Kvasir, unimpressed.

"But it's essentially a version of the automated guidance systems utilised in Alteran gate ships for traversing through a stargate," Jack continued while stepping forwards to get a better look at the craft.

Kvasir blinked, surprised. "Yes…that's right."

Teal'c and Bra'tac suppressed their chuckles but not their grins.

"I see you modified the weapon systems as well," Jack noted, noticing that the two staff cannons were attached to ball turrets.

"The staff cannons have been replaced with plasma blasters," Teal'c explained. "And the two turrets can be aimed by the gunner or using automated targeting systems."

"Definitely an improvement over the old models in terms of weapons alone," Jack admitted. "And the fact that it is gate capable is very impressive."

He turned to look at Teal'c with a small smile on his face. "You know I could almost swear you were trying to one up us, building a fighter that can travel through the gate and be mass produced."

"I'm glad you like it O'Neill," said Teal'c with a smirk.

"But you know firepower isn't everything in a warrior," said O'Neill.

"So we have come to learn O'Neill," said Bra'tac. "That is why we have also been improving our armour as well."

"Oh really?"

"Using the lessons we have taught them the Jaffa have come up with an effective design," acknowledged Kvasir.

The new armour design was quite impressive. The base layer was a two piece form fitting body suit made from silk with carbon nanotubing weaved in to the fabric, which was bullet proof against smaller calibre rounds. The top layer was the actual armour and consisted of trinium plating that looked similar in shape to that worn by star wars clone troopers but with the bulkiness of halo spartan armour. The original Jaffa armour had been designed to protect the Jaffa's symbiote from harm, and even then only against simple weapons that humans might use. This new armour would afford protection against both Tau'ri ballistic weapons and energy weapons.

"That fabric is very impressive," admitted Jack. "I know for a fact that there are some boys back home who would love to have the formula for it."

The Tau'ri had been looking into making their own armour for a while now, but so far the best they had come up with a flexible polymer capable of withstanding a hit from a staff weapon. There was hope of making a more suitable battle armour by modifying the design of the Vanir armoured exoskeleton, but finding suitable materials to replace the overly bulky external layers of the suit and producing something more refined and easier to move in was proving difficult. But maybe this fabric might just hold the key if it was as strong as was suspected and yet still flexible enough to move in.

"So what would you guys be interested in trading for the formula?"

Bra'tac and Teal'c looked at each other.

"I am sure we can find something of equal value," said Bra'tac. "I understand that your people have some impressive armour of your own."

Jack nodded. "Well we do have this polymer that we use for vest inserts. It can a take hit from a staff weapon and still hold together, although the hit has been known to knock you off your feet, but it's pretty light flexible as well so you may find other uses for it."

"May I make a suggestion," enquired Kvasir.

"Of course," said Teal'c.

"General O'Neill it is my understanding that your people have some solid item manufacturing technologies that, although primitive, are effective and quite energy efficient."

"Item manufacturing technologies?" Jack asked confused.

"I believe you refer to the process as 3-D printing."

"Ah."

"As it stands the Jaffa lack established production methods to produce items in bulk. I believe that this technology would greatly aid them, and would give them an efficient method to produce the polymer plating you are offering. It would also be a relatively simple matter to give them proper instruction on how the technology works as part of our instructional lessons."

"So you're saying we should give them the polymer and the technology and you will explain how it works as part of your lessons. You guys okay with that?" Jack asked Teal'c and Bra'tac.

"Yes," said Bra'tac. "But would the others of your world be willing to pay such a high price?"

"Indeed," agreed Teal'c. "My understanding of your IOA is that they would not be willing to pay more than necessary when the fabric armour would be considered enough."

"On the contrary," argued Kvasir. "The fabric armour represents a manufacturing technology of its own."

"He's right," admitted Jack. "Our boys back home still haven't figured out how to combine the two materials together, so I think technology is being fairly exchanged."

"It will be interesting to see what the Tau'ri come up with," said Bra'tac. "But knowing your people it will certainly be impressive."

"Here's hoping," said Jack.

Vanir City – Medical Lab

"You're absolutely sure about this?" asked Jakose.

Sovaer sat up from the operating table where lay shirtless.

"Are you kidding?" he asked with a grin. "This is what makes it worth it."

Frey strode up to the operating table carrying a tray of high tech instruments. The Vanir had finally taken possession of a new android body and was greatly enjoying it.

"I can assure you that the new skin design has been fully tested and has been safe for usage," assured Frey. "Experiments even show a high resistance to some of the weapons used by the Tau'ri as well."

"A lab grown combination of spider silk and human skin," said Jakose, shaking his head in disbelief. "You know sometimes I wonder how you come up with these ideas or that you allow it Aerin."

He paused and then thought about what he just said.

"No actually I can believe that you allow it," he concluded. "What I cannot believe are some of the things that you request. I mean really, bone claws?"

"Hey what's the point of field testing the new Vanir toys if you can't request the occasion good idea," protested Sovaer.

"Although I did say I would investigate your idea I believe it highly unlikely that I will be able to incorporate it without major alterations to your arms," Frey pointed out. "I will be administering a sedative. It should keep you under for several hours longer than the procedure."

"Yes well you never know do you?" argued Sovaer. "I'm going to activate the neural filters just in case the sedative wears off before you are finished.

"I still wish they had never lent you those movies," complained Jakose.

"Not to worry Minister," said Frey. "I will endeavour to point out when he is making a completely ridiculous request."

Jakose frowned. It was all well and good him saying that but he had seen Frey's face when they were watching Iron Man. The Vanir had actually seemed intrigued by the possibility of a mechanized battle suit.

Jakose patted his friend on the soldier after Frey injected the sedative. "I'll see you when you wake up. Pleasant dreams old friend."

Sovaer relaxed and let the sedative take hold, his vision drifting into darkness.

On Earth radical changes were once again occurring that the public were completely unaware of but happened nonetheless. Finally, as some saw it, alien technology that had been gathered over the years was being used to the benefit of the average member of society.

In a move to fight the damage done, and was even still happening, by the industrial revolution a new project was being undertaken. Operation Clear Skies had been commissioned to utilise alien technology in a bid to clean up the atmosphere once and for all. Unseen in the skies high above were a series of stealth blimp like objects, each one slowly drawing in tons of airborne elements and molecularly reconfiguring and sorting them using Asgard beams to scrub the very air clean. Thanks to marvels of Asgard technology once a buffer was full it could simply be wiped and the process could continue uninhibited.

These blimp-like objects, supported by anti gravity boosters, would slowly over time convert the entire atmosphere and would eventually prevail against climate change. Over time few and fewer of them would be needed and it was hoped that one day the entire lot could be discarded as Earth found itself utilising clean sources of energy globally.

In the oceans there were even similar objects, each one performing the same task as their sky bound siblings. The oceans themselves were being scrubbed clean of pollutants and toxins casually dumped in the form of chemical waste and sewage.

On Earth, though the people did not know it, the future was beginning to look just a little bit brighter.

Weir – Deep Space

The Pegasus-class vessel sat in the depths of space, far from any star system. The reason for this was simple. They had arranged this spot to meet with their allies the Travellers. It was quiet and out of the way, perfect for a rendezvous with a paranoid ally. But the real reason was because it was simply the closest spot for all three Traveller vessels to converge to. With the Travellers slower hyperdrives range was a factor and it was simply easier for the Weir to wait for them to arrive before ferrying them to their next destination, Atlantis.

The four vessels would easily fit in a hanger designed to hold three Tau'ri battlecruisers so space was not a worry. It also had the added advantage of allowing them to make sure of the hangers matter construction technology to perform repairs to the external areas of the Traveller vessels. Patches would be removed and in their place the hull plating would be properly restored, weakened hull sections would be reinforced and areas that were inaccessible due to hull damage that had yet to be repaired would once again become accessible. In the time that it would take for the mighty carrier vessel to traverse the distance between here and the city ship the hulls of the generational vessels would be completely restored.

When they were dropped off at Atlantis the real work would begin though. There the ships would land on the piers of the majestic city ship and under the watchful eye of the Tau'ri work would begin to repair the interior areas of the ships that had become so degraded over the years. The ships would eventually be repaired to some resemblance of working order. They may not be big, they may not be beautiful but they would be fully capable of carrying the families of people they were meant to keep safe. While the engineers worked on fixing conduits and replacing broken or old parts the rest of the crew would be given the chance to breathe some air that hadn't been recycled through scrubbers countless numbers of times. They would be transported to the planets landmass where they could rest and relax while the others worked in shifts and enjoy the sun, sea and air. Of course they were deliberately deposited on a beach that did not have any very large snakes in the local vicinity but were told not to stray to far anyway, just in case.

In a while they would have to return to their ships and return to work. Colonies needed to be established, hard work needed to be done and the next batch of ships would need to come for repairs but for now they would simply enjoy the chance for a break. For the first time in so many years they could relax and rest.

But in a short time, just two years, they would find the galaxy on the verge of yet another war.

It was a time that would come so very quickly.

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