Contact of Races

by wilkins75

Sequel to Contact at Kobol (Stargate/Battlestar). The Race has thrived for hundreds of thousands of years and who recently conquered their 5th world are heading toward Tosev 3, Earth believing the conquest to be ease against the sword swing savages. Little do they know that those sword swing savages are now one of if not the most powerful force in the Galaxy, the Tau'ri.

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The Game has Changed

The 37th Emperor Risson of the Race had a few moments before he had to go out and make a speech before the ship lords of the Colonization fleet of Tosev 3. The speech would be broadcasted live around Home and that always made him worry, however the speech was written long time ago and he had practiced it. It was in fact the same speech minus a name switch that the 90th Emperor Heto gave to send the Colonization fleet of Hallis 1, the first world the Race had ever conquered. He turned his eyes turrets toward the banners which hung from the rafters of the audience hall in the Imperial Palace. The banners which hung from the walls one for each of the Empires that the Empire had conquered throughout history, banners from four worlds hung on the walls including the empires that the Empire had conquered here on Home. In time they would add banners for the empires on Tosev 3, in fact if everything was going as plan the Conquest fleet would be in the Tosev system. The conquest would take only a few hours and then they would have to broadcast the images of the banners back to Home where skilled artisans would take over the process of making the banners before they were hung in the hall.

"My Emperor it is time." Said a functionary as he entered the position of respect toward Risson. Unlike anyone else in the Empire he as Emperor didn't have to worry about paint patterns, because his body paint was solid gold. It even had actual gold pieces in the paint to make him shin like the sun. It was said in the ancient days that the Emperor was a living embodiment of the sun and so his paint was solid gold.

"Very well." confirmed Risson as he moved down the black marble hall, it had was perfectly smooth and shined every night so that it sparkled. He was just at the stripped hardwood door which lead out to where the Ship lords of the Colonization fleet was waiting to listen to his speech when something he had never heard before hilled the air. A hissing alarm caused the Emperor to look around in confusion as some of his guards, which like him was painted a solid color only grey instead of gold rushed forward.

"What is it?" inquired the Emperor

"My exulted Emperor, that is an alert we need to get you to the emergency bunker." explained the royal guard as more guards arrived this time carrying firearms something he had never seen before. Firearms where rare with police not normally carrying them outside of special teams. They grabbed him and began to drag him through the palace down into an old pre-unification bunker which had not been removed because of the remote possibility of a terrorist attack. That is also why it had been updated on a constant schedule. It had a large table in the center of the room, with lines of computers lining each wall.

"What is going on?" inquired Risson as all eye turrets in the bunker turned toward their sovereign.

"My Emperor, I don't know how to say this but we unknown ship heading toward home." Explained the head of guard force as Emperor Risson locked both eye turrets on him.

"An unknown ship?" inquired Emperor Risson as he looked around at the guards, the grey painted guards generally only had to worry about over zealot subjects wanting to meet their emperor. They hadn't had to worry about an outside threat since Home was unified.

"Yes, my emperor." said head of the staff "They somehow threw back the 1st recon ship of the Colonization fleet before taking up position over Home."

"Exulted Emperor we are getting a broadcast from one of the unknown ships." reported a radio operator, before Risson could inquire anymore about the unknown force throwing a ship back.

"Put it on." ordered Risson.

"Attention, this is Admiral Hackett of the Tau'ri 7th fleet on board the Battleship Missouri, your conquest of Tosev 3 has been stopped." reported a computerized voice "Your conquest fleet was intercepted and stopped outside of Tosev 9 by the 1st Tau'ri fleet and will not be allowed to advance any more under threat of war between the Empire of the Race and the Tau'ri Alliance. We have come to your world to open channels of communication to prevent this from happening, however we cannot allow you to launch any ship of your colonization fleet toward our world."

"Therefor in accordance with the signed orders of November 17th 2026, Earth year, by the power of the Tau'ri alliance Congress and signed by the President of the Tau'ri Alliance, no ships with a flight path which could possible bring them to Earth or as you know it Tosev 3 will be stopped and turned around." said the voice as more alarms filled the bunker as more strange ships appeared on the radar. "We are placing this world under blockage."

Alarms where going crazy as more unknown ships ranging in size appeared over Home, when everything was done a total of one hundred and sixty ships appeared. Of those 160 ships 42 of those ships where larger than the others with 18 of those strangely staying a little bit more back then the other ships with smaller ships surrounding it.

Emperor Risson like every other male in the bunker and every other member of the Race on Home had no idea what to do or what to say. Their entire view of the universe was that they were the center of it all, that they were the beating heart of culture, technology and everything in the universe. Now a number of ships, less than the number they had in orbit by far but unlike almost all of them these new comers where likely armed was over their heads. In their darkest hour, they turned toward what they knew best, plans.

"What are our plans for dealing with an unknown ships over Home." Inquired the Emperor as the staff around him all spun their eye turrets between each other.

"My Emperor, we don't have any plans this is something we never thought possible." Admitted the head of the guard staff.

"Alright, bring me our historical military expert here at once." ordered Emperor Risson

"It shall be done." Said the staff as they went forward to carry out the order of their emperor.

Outside of the emperor palace the normal males and females of the race where in a state between panic and confusion. Most where trying to wrap their minds about the sudden appearance of these strange ships and then the broadcast claiming that the largest conquest fleet in the history of the Race had been stopped caused fear. None of them where rioting in the streets, instead they rushed to their computers and searched up what the plans where for dealing with something like this. When they found nothing on the computer system, then they started panicking. They began to search for what they were supposed to do in the worst case situation, that plan happened to be a weather event a level 10 Dust Storm. With no other plans to fall back on, the citizens of the empire began to carry out what they were supposed to do when one of these massive storms threatened their homes.

A level 10 dust storm was similar in size and strength as a category 5 hurricane on Earth, however the problem was a major part of all those plans was evacuating the areas in the path of the storm. This time there was no were to go, so they started heading out in almost random directions. Residents from one city would get in their cars and go to another city only to find that the city they evacuated had in turned evacuated to the city they had just come from. Others followed a different plan and went to weather bunkers however the bunkers was only designed to hold a few thousand people for a few hours while the storm passed and the Tau'ri fleet wasn't leaving soon. Some decided the best place to hold up would be at home and they went out to get supplies and a run on shopping centers and stores began, the mass of people all trying to use their pay cards to buy items caused the system to freeze and caused a lot of anger and panic on local levels.

Then word came out of the palace that everyone was to remain calm and that they should remain where they were and await more instruction. They turned on their TVs and the news males and females who were talking about all the wild possibly of what the Tau'ri could possibly be.

"The most likely answer is that they are a conquest fleet from another Empire who ran into our conquest fleet in the middle of space." Stated one of the main news males.

"Could they be here to conquer us?" inquired another one of the reporters

"No, of course not we are the Race the most powerful and most advanced civilization ever to grace the universe." said the same news male "They may actually be here to work out a deal to unify our empires together into an even larger and stronger one.

"That is a possibility." admitted the second reporter as an aid moved in and handed the 1st one a piece of paper.

"We just got a written statement from Emperor Risson." said the reporter as he cast down his eyes for a moment at the name of his ruler. "Today, ships from the Tau'ri Empire arrived over Home. We are currently gathering experts to begin to form plans about how we will move forward. The Tau'ri Empire has stated in their broadcast that they do not wish war and therefore we are in no danger. We will begin however to take steps to protect ourselves. I have ordered all ships near the Tau'ri to the far side of Home and the armed explosive metal missile ships are moving forward to protect home. We will have more information soon. Signed Emperor Risson."

"Well then now let's all remain calm and prepare to receive a plan from the palace." said the reporter.

The Tau'ri recon team moved carefully through the woods of Vantic 5 as the race called it, the Tau'ri team was made of veterans from the Colonial war or from the Stargate program. They were dressed for a stealth recon job, light on weapons heavy on intelligence gathering equipment. Even so each member of the six-man team carried their main weapon, side arms and combat knives. They all had power armor on which would give them enhanced strength, speed and endurance, even if it did add to their overall outline. They wore full face helmet with a heads-up display that would make any fighter pilot only ten a years ago could only dream about. They had their life sign detector on one corner which also showed the local of each of other. They could also pull up an ammo count with only a voice command as well as environmental information being gathered. With another voice command they could go infrared, night vision, zoom in and get a picture either from a drone overhead or from a camera mounted to their gun barrel which would allow them to shoot around corners with ease.

"This looks like a good spot." Said the Commander as the five men and one women team got down into a defensive position around one of the thin but extremely tall trees which seamed common here. They sat within view of what in the distance looked to be a major highway of some kind nearer to them was what they believed to be a farm house. They could see a couple of the natives moving around working on the field.

"They do look like giant mantis." Said the marksman as he aimed his high-power sniper rifle down the small rise toward the farm. The natives of Vantic, had triangle like faces with eyes which wrapped somewhat around the side. They walked on four legs attached to a main center body with a torso shooting out from the front. There they had two arms to work tools and tools they did have. Simple farming tools but they used them with skill. "I see maybe ten or twelve of them wait…I got another one coming out of the house. Looks to be a female."

"How can you tell?" inquired one of the rifle men.

"Can't be 100% sure but this one has what looks to be a baby in her arms." admitted the marksman as one of the other Vantic walked over and placed his hand on the baby, before looking back up at the female. "Must be her husband."

"Any sign they will come up here?" inquired the commander

"No, looks like they are focusing on the field closer to the highway." said the marksman.

"This is Green Wolf 1 calling Snow Bird, come in Snow bird." Said the commander over the radio.

"This is Snow Bird, are you in place?" inquired the pilot of the same Owl which had dropped them off.

"Placing control center down now." Said the commander as one of his team pulled a large bulky laptop computer. In truth, the lap top was bulky in order to protect it from anything up to a rifle round hitting it square in the case. He opened it up and placed a small receiver down. The operator gave him a thumb up sign. "You have a go."

"Go!" yelled the pilot to the crew operator in the back of the Owl. The Owl had become the workhorse of the Tau'ri military and was designed to carry out multiple roles ranging from medical transport to stealthy recon. This model was a recon version often nicknamed snow owls because of they had clocking and multiple sensors. Even so a world was a large place for a single Owl to cover and so they needed help. Help came from the what the crew operator was shoving out of the back ramp of the Owl. He threw out four containers about the size of a missile launcher case, however once in the air they automatically opened to show instead of a missile was a drone.

The case unfolded to into two wings each with engines in them blowing air down, another larger engine was located on the back which allowed it to move backwards and forwards at a high rate of speed. The center column area held multiple sensors which would report every detail that the drone came across. The drones didn't have a full cloak like the Owl, instead it had color changing panels on the drone which broke out it's outline making it very hard to see.

The four drones shot out an equal distance from the center area marked by the secondary control center that the recon team had placed down. Two of the drones went high to get a greater over view while the other two went low to get more detailed up close information. In total, the four drones would cover an area equal to the size of the state of Alaska in five hours making them a valuable tool to the Tau'ri.

"Alright kids, time to hurry up and wait." Said the commander as they team guarded the drone control. The Owl for its park was heading off toward another drop off point where four more drones would be launched, this time controlled by the Owl itself.

On board the Missouri Admiral Hackett was also waiting, waiting for a response from the Race on Home. So far the Race had done next to nothing in space, they had pulled back the ships away from the blockage and moved the few armed ships which was going to be the scouts for the Colonization fleet. The space in front of the Tau'ri 7th fleet and Home had been cleared by the Race which had only been to the benefits of the 7th fleet as the Clocked Akula Class stealth ship Key West moved into the gap and took up position behind the Race's only defense line. Because he had time to kill Admiral Hackett and some of the other higher-ranking officers moved around the bridge going to each station to get an update instead of making the lower ranking officers at those stations come to them.

"Sir, we are monitoring their news channels." reported Communications to the Admiral. "They are still trying to get a grip on what is happening, but they are really taking their time."

"How so?" inquired Hackett

"Sir, apparently they are holding a type of conference to discuss the situation but it doesn't start for a couple of hours." Reported Communications "And the news is acting like this is an unheard-of event to have an unscheduled meeting so soon. I imagine if an unknown ship arrived over Earth or another one of our worlds we would try to contact them, but they haven't even attempted that since we made our announcement."

"Reports did say they like to take their time." said the intelligence officer. "Still you would think with so many ships in orbit they would light a fire under the issue."

"Yes, sir and the media is doing that somewhat." added the Communication officer as she flipped a switch as a broadcast from Home showed the Tau'ri arrival before going to a group of "experts" to talk about what it could mean. The computer translated it as some of the talk as the members of the Race talked around a low table as if it was an some kind of debate show.

"These Tau'ri must have intercepted our fleet half way between Home and Tosev 3." Said one of the Lizards as the camera zoomed in on a head shot. It was impossible to tell them apart when they didn't show the brightly colored patterns of paint on their bodies. "This raises an issue could this be a conquest fleet coming to take us over?"

"Fool, we are the Race the most advanced force in the galaxy and our conquest can never be stopped." Countered another of the lizards, "While I admit we have finally made contact with another advanced space traveling Empire, we must remember the same reasons why we go out conquering would be the same reason they do. They would have sent a probe to Home and no probe ever came here. So our forces must ran into each other's snouts as they both tried to reach Tosev 3 and our forces where beaten."

The debate went back and forth for a while, discussing everything that was possible in the eyes of the Race and while none of it was true it was interesting to see.

"Either way, with our military ships guarding us overhead these Tau'ri would fall flat on their tail stumps if they tried to attack us." Said one of the experts as Admiral Hackett fought down some laugher. His ship alone could not only destroy their defense line within seconds but could control the entire planet from orbit within 15 minutes. The gunners would have a harder time keeping track of everything they brought down then the actual enemy was. "We are facing them eye turret to eye turret and it will be them who will give up first."

"Interesting, lets show them we aren't so slow." Said Hackett as he moved up to the ships control area. Here the ship itself, the speed, the direction and everything else was controlled. Standing behind six other crew man was a young looking lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, how fast could we circle around the blockage before coming to a stop at this position on the other side of home?" inquired Admiral Hackett "Where all their civilian ships have pulled back too."

"Full sunlight, sir maybe 2 or 3 minutes, 5 at the most." said the young officer

"Good, we will move around to the other side and show to them that we are not the one's boxed in, they are the ones under blockage." said Admiral Hackett

"Like a wolf circling a deer." Said the second officer with a slight laugh.

"Yes, sir." Said the young lieutenant with a slightly disapproval in his voice.

"Is something wrong Lieutenant?" inquired Admiral Hackett to the young officer, who took as if he wanted to run but also as if he had to get what he had to say off his chest. Hackett had seen it before, a young officer questioning his command thinking they had the right answer and while some of them would curse their commander out load among friends most just shut up and said No sir. Here however that didn't happen.

"Sir, forgive me if I am wrong but isn't a blockage an act of war?" inquired the young officer "Isn't be doing so we are at war with them all ready."

"You are right, it could be seen that way." admitted Hackett making the young officer feel better, it took guts to question an Admiral when you were only a Lieutenant but that was something Hackett liked in an officer as long as it was respectful. "In truth most would see it that way, however sending an armed conquest fleet to invade a world is also a clear sign of war and we can throw that back at them if we need to. Also we are only blockading ships heading toward Earth not any other part of their empire."

"I hadn't thought of that, sir." admitted the Lieutenant

"That is ok, it escaped some of the Captains in the fleet as well." said Admiral Hackett with a warm understanding smile. "I want you to prepare to move the ship, await my command."

"Yes, sir." Said the young officer as Admiral Hackett and the officers moved away.

"I am sorry sir, Joker has a habit of speaking his mind that is why he was sent to us instead of the school he wanted." Said the second officer of the Missouri as Hackett turned and looked at him.

"Joker?" inquired Hackett

"Sorry Sir, Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau, that is his nickname. Got hung on him in flight school not sure why, scored multiple top records for his sims scores in the Eagle, Tatia fighter bomber and every other small wing bird we put him in." explained the second officer of the Missouri as they walked back toward the center of the bridge. "Problem is he some sort of brittle bone sickness, with Asgard and Ancient technology he can walk around in normal gravity fine which allowed him to enter flight school but it was found that even 2 Gs will break his legs. So he was transferred to ship bound duty instead of the faster smaller ships even with their equipment they pilots can experience multiple Gs on larger ships they don't. He hates it but he is a good pilot."

"I see." said Hackett as he thought about it. "I want his file on my desk as soon as possible, if he is as good as you claim I may have a special task for him."

"Yes, Sir." said the second officer as they reached the center of the bridge.

"Lieutenant Moreau, move the ship to the position ordered." ordered Hackett

"Aye Aye sir." said Jeff as he went to his controls and took the massive ship in his hands and began to power it forward and around the planet, he did it was a good amount of skill. He kept the main weapon of the Missouri, the three massive ancient beam cannons located in the bow of the ship in such a position that within moments they could be turned on either the small group of defenders or the planet itself.

On board the forward most armed ships of the Race, panic filled the bridge as one of the strange ships began to move at speeds that shouldn't be possible.

"Ship Lord, the Tau'ri ship is moving!" hissed the radar operator on the lead ship.

"Contact the Palace we need instructions on what to do." Said the Ship Lord "How long until the ship reaches to the other side of Home."

He had expected a few hours, maybe even a day. The ship was starting form basically a stop position in space so to throw enough mass out the engines to gain speed would take time.

"5 minutes!" reported the Radar operator

"Sir, we cannot let that ship reach the other side of Home." said the tactical officer and the only male onboard who had actually gone through military training.

"Very well." Said the Ship Lord as he prepared himself. "Prepare to broadcast a message to the Tau'ri ship."

Within moments everything was ready and the Ship Lord lifted a microphone to his mouth.

"Attention Tau'ri ship if you come closer to Home we will fire on you with explosive metal weapons." Said the Ship Lord, in his mind's eye he had expected the ship to stop at once, he was a ship lord and he had nuclear weapons.

"Sir, if I may add they are staying the same distance away from Home they are only moving to a new position." Reported the Radar operator. The ship didn't stop and instead a message was sent back.

"Go ahead and try." Said the Tau'ri back in a digitized voice.

"Fire one missile." Ordered the ship lord in a flash of anger of being brushed aside with no care.

"Repeat your command." Said the weapon officer

"Fire one missile at the Tau'ri ship." Said the ship lord again.

"It shall be done." said the weapon officer as a single missile went flying out from the ship and headed straight toward the Tau'ri ship. Strangely the ship made no move to block the threat or even act as if it was under attack.

"Are they asleep?" inquired the weapon officer as the Radio came alive with yells of idiot and questions about what he had just done.

"By the Emperor did I just start a war?" inquired the Ship Lord as the race's nuclear missile exploded in space. The flash filled space and for a moment the Tau'ri ship disappeared both from radar and from the naked eye. When the light faded, to the amazement of the Ship Lord and every other member of the race the Tau'ri ship was not just still there it looked as if it was perfectly intact.

"That is impossible it just took a hit from an explosive metal bomb…it can't be intact." stated the ship lord not knowing of the powerful energy shield which protected the Tau'ri ship. The Tau'ri ship never even responded again it instead moved past the only defense the Race had as if it was nothing before moving toward the large gathering of civilian ships on the other side of the world. Then calmly it took up position on the other side of the world as it began to sink in just how badly off the Race currently found itself.

"That was your one shoot, next time we shoot back." Said the Tau'ri ship back before moving toward the civilian ships. The Civilian ships had no idea what to do, some tried to move to the far side away from the Missouri, only that was where the other Tau'ri ships where. Some tried to go for a higher orbit and some tried to get permission to land. A small handful even asked if they could break orbit and head to another world in the Empire. In the end, the Missouri settled in the middle of the civilian fleet like a wolf among the sheep.

The officers on flag ship of the 1st fleet the Battleship Yamato things where getting so boring that even the normally laser focused General Leong was beginning to lose focus. The conquest fleet of the Race hadn't moved or done anything of note in hours and it was beginning to get on everyone's nerves.

"God, it's like watching paint dry." Complained an aid standing beside General Leong as she and other high-ranking officers gathered in the ships main meeting room. They were watching the broadcast of the Race's meeting of their high-ranking officers on their flagship and so far they had learned next to nothing of any real importance.

"How long have they been at it?" inquired another aid

"About 4 hours." answered General Leong as she began to wonder if maybe she should frighten the lizards to get them to do something. They had spent the entire 4 hours since the start of this meeting debating if what they saw with their own eyes was real. They had spent a whole 45 minutes talking about if it was even possible to form a government by snout counting as they called it. Then they had spent two and a half hours talking if it was possible for a group of savages to go from sword swinging savages to space travel in such a short 900 years. Some of their ship lords believed that it was all trick by and it was impossible. They hadn't even really touched anything real of military importance until they reached the 3 and 45-minute mark, now they were talking about if they occupy and hold three worlds.

"Honored males, I believe we have made a good start but we can't sit here all day." said Atvar "We all need to eat, I have ordered the food staff to prepare a meal we shall eat and come back in 2 hours to resume our discussion and formulate our plans."

"God, they have done nothing." stated an intelligence officer "It is as if they want to sit and wait for things to happen instead of reacting to it."

"And that may be why we are still free." Countered General Leong "They started planning this conquest 900 years ago, if they had moved at our speed we would have been conquered soon afterwards. So let them take their time, while they do that we will gather more intelligence and move pieces into position."

Back on Vantic 5 the recon team was still in the same position on the small rise by the farm, they had monitored the farmers for a while and none of them had made an attempt to come toward them. They hadn't even noticed the soldiers lying low in the tall grass among the even taller trees. The view of the world mostly came from the drones which were busy mapping the area. The drones gave them a good view of the area, they could see the clear differences between the cities of the natives and the occupiers. The races cities looked generally the same, so much so that it sometimes hard to tell the cities apart.

The had the same basic layout, the same design of streets, buildings and even the parks looked like they had been copied and pasted into the same position. All their buildings seemed to be based off squares or rectangles of different sizes. Factories where low and long while apartment buildings where a median size and so on. Even the skyscrapers in the larger cities where clones of each other all going to the same number of floors and internal designs with no clear differences at all.

"Not really that creative, are they?" said one of the riflemen as he used a mini screen on the inside of his helmet to see what the drone was looking at.

"No, internal scanners show that even the lay out inside the buildings are the same." Added the drone operator. "The native buildings are more interesting, they kind of remind me of some of the work in the oldest parts of Venice with some old German half-timber buildings thrown in and an Arab style market place."

"Interesting, look at this." said the operator as he played with the mouse on the computer and zoomed in to show a line of military vehicles headed out of the base. "Looks like we have some APCs and heavy duty trucks heading out of the nearest military base."

"I wonder where they are going." Said the commander until an alarm flashed on the screen. "What is it?"

"Sir, the drone has detected a programed high value inquest nearby." Said the operator as the drone turned away from following the convoy toward what looked to be a large stripe mine in the distance.

"What is this all about?" inquired the commander

"There are some things that are hard programed into the drone, when it's sensors detect them they send up this alert and unless ordered not to they go to investigate them." Explained the operator "Mostly things like Ancient or unknown power sources, mineral deposits and other rare elements."

"And which one came up?" inquired the commander

"Not sure, pulling it up now." Said the operator as he clicked the alert box and got a more detailed message. "Something called Zephry, never heard of it but it is a level 1 tasking and an automatic alert to….my God, we are supposed to contact the President or the highest official in theater at once."

"What could possibly be so important about this to contact the President." Said the commander as the drone flew over the strip mine, the mine wasn't active not anymore at least. It looked as if someone had once used simple tools like picks and shovels to attach the raw material below but not anymore. That wasn't to say no one was there, in fact a lot of the Race guarded the place with a tall fence and armed soldiers. A group of what seemed to be experts of some kind was working out a trailer near the center. The drone dropped down and thanks to its active camo remained unnoticed by the guards before going as far away as possible from the center work trailer. There it extended a small robotic arm and took a sample from the rock. Within moments it was confirmed and more alarms appeared on the screen.

"Well it is time to contact the President." Said the Commander as he first contacted the Akula class stealth ship, the Spartan which was in the system. They would have to broadcast the message back to Earth.

Back inside her new office President Carter had gathered around some of her top advisors and friends, most of them had official positions inside the Government while others lacked them. The main person who lacked that position in the new government was Dr. Daniel Jackson but no one had raised an issue with his unofficial position in the cabinet.

"All the reports we have say the Race are really taking their time in figuring out what to do." Started Carter to the men and women around her. "No official statements have come from any of them and aside from that they have done next to nothing."

"They are likely in shock." Said Daniel "The people in the History Department at the university which has gone over the history tell me, that very little changes. We are talking hundreds of years with next to no changes and when things do change they change very slowly."

"So we have turned their entire view of the galaxy on its head." added an advisor "That takes time to process."

"Agreed, now the main issue is what will we do about them?" Inquired Carter as she looked down at a map showing the four worlds the Race controlled. "Their territory is rather small and from what little we have gathered about them three of their four worlds are totally in their control."

"Part of me says we should just form a border with them and be done with them." said her Secretary of State "The worlds are hot, dry and not the place most of us would want to go to yet alone live there. The issue is twofold first what to do about Vantic 5, they have conquered it and settled it but it isn't fully under their control and the second is that they need another world to settle on for their colonist who were supposed to come here."

"Isn't there a world in their home system or another one of systems they control that we could terraform for them, it would settle a lot of issues and it wouldn't be that hard." Advised the head of her science and technology department.

"Not sure we will need to look into that." admitted Carter as she placed a hand under her chin. "That would solve a lot of our issues, just terra form the worlds for them and be done with it."

Suddenly a built-in light on her phone's charging base turned on, Carter was going to ignore it when a second light beside it turned on. That meant it was a matter of some importance.

"Excuses me, seams a message is coming in for me." explained Carter as she picked up a small phone and depressed a button on the phone's charger. "This is President Carter."

"President Carter, this is the watch office we have a flash communication coming in from the recon team on Vantic 5." Said a military officer in the communications office located downstairs.

"Alright." said Carter as she waited for a little while for the connection to go through. She heard a click as the link was established between the distance recon team and the President.

"This is President Carter." repeated Carter

"President Carter this is Colonel Kumar." introduced the distance Colonel as Carter thought she recognized the name and rank. If she was remembering correctly he had been in command of SG-16 team back when she was in control of Stargate Command. He was a member of the New Zealand special forces, what branch she couldn't remember.

"Colonel Kumar what is the situation on Vantic." Said Carter

"Well Madam President we have been on station here on the ground for a few hours and one of our recon drones have picked up some element called Zephry and the computer said to contact you or another high-ranking officer." explained Colonel Kumar as Carter had to think about it for a moment before she remembered what Zephry was.

"My God, is that been confirmed?" inquired Carter

"Our drone gathered a sample and confirmed it, no idea how much yet we need different equipment to do so." explained Colonel Kumar "The sample was taken from a large mine about 10 kilometers away from my team current location."

"What is Zephry?" inquired an official in the room with Carter.

"The missing element we need to make ZPMs." started Carter

"My God, we need to see how much is there and get our hands on it." added another person.

"Colonel you are head to that mine and await the arrival of more equipment to confirm the size of the deposited." Ordered Carter

"Wait…madam president something is happening here." reported Colonel Kumar "A military convoy of the Race has just pulled up on the farmhouse below us."

"Have they spotted you?" inquired the President

"No looks like they are moving toward the family down below." Reported Colonel Kumar as everyone in the room wished they had an actual visual uplink to the distance team.

The Tau'ri recon team watched from a distance the scene as a group of soldiers of the race moved toward the farm house. The race's soldiers wore body armor and helmets which was the only type of clothing the Tau'ri had ever seen them wear. While some of them watched the team of soldiers move toward the farmhouse, others looked at the convoy. The Race's APC where fully tracked and had a small turret on the corner which reminded most of them an old M113 personal carrier. There was only a few of them, the bulk of the convoy was made out of large covered trucks.

"Sir, I got movement in the trucks." Said a marksman as he switched to thermal and saw through the covering. Thanks to the thermal imagines he could see bodies, judging from their thermal outlines they were the native Vantic. Then he noticed the cold rings around their arms and legs. "Sir, they appear to have the natives shackled in the back of the trucks."

Behind the marksman, Colonel Kumar reported the information back to the President all the way back on Earth. The marksman turned his rifle away from the convoy back to the farm house where a member of the Race was talking with one of the farmers with a squad of soldiers behind him. The famer was getting clearly upset throwing his hands up in the air.

"Moving nearest drone toward the location." reported the operator as one of the high-flying drones moved one's of its cameras toward the farm house and began getting video of the scene below. The camera was extremely powerful and got everything clearly. It couldn't get any sound but the camera did catch when one of the males behind the talking one raised his weapon and fired a burst of gunfire from his rifle.

"Shots fired, I say again shots fired." Reported Colonel Kumar as they watched the farmer go down. The Vantic female who was holding a baby rushed forward to her husband and knelt beside him. Then with coldness the soldiers of the Race moved forward and ripped the baby from her arms. Others were heading toward the smaller Vantic people, some of the older ones tried to protect the youngers one only to get forced aside at gun point.

"Madam President they are going after children." Reported Kumar back to Earth and his commander. "Looks like they are rounding up children."

"Any sign of a reason?" inquired Carter

"No Madam President." Said Kumar as the children began running through the fields, one of them was heading straight toward the Tau'ri recon team hiding in the woods. He was being chased by a solider of the race weapon ready. "Madam President we have one of the children heading toward us with a solider behind him. Can we engage?"

Finia was breathing heavily as she ran toward the safety of the woods beside her family's house, behind her she could hear the rapid movement of at least one Race solider. Maybe the one who had murdered her father because he refused to hand over his children. She didn't understand what was going on only that when her mother had told her to run, she ran toward the woods as fast as her four legs would take her. She knew a place there, a place where she would always hide when her and her siblings where playing hid and find. If she could reach there she knew she would be safe, she had just entered the woods when a massive amount of weight hit her from behind. She fell forward into the dirt with the shade of the trees over her.

"You idiot." Hissed the solider as she rolled over to see him standing over her, he was breathing heavily after tackling her to the ground. His weapon was pointed at her. "You are going to a better place, a place to become civilized."

"You murdered my father and are taking me away from my family!" hissed back Finia as best she could in the tongue of the race. That only got the male angry as he spun his rifle around and hit her in the chest with the but of his gun. He delivered three hard blows before stepping back a bit.

"You crawlers with your idea that blood lines or families matter." Hissed the solider using the insult Crawlers which was what the Race tended call her people. She spat in his face as he raised his rifle to beat her again, she turned her head and closed her eyes to prepare for the blow to come. It never did, she opened them again to see that someone had grabbed the solider by the back on the neck with one hand while ripping the gun out with the other hand. Finia's eyes widened as she began to make out the figure, he was tall an equal to her father in height and was taller than any member of the race however he wasn't a member of the race or even one of her own kind. He stood on two legs like the race but he didn't have a tail stump, he wore cloths like she did only his was patterned in such a way to blend in with the area around him. He wore body armor like the race did with poaches in the front for ammo, one his knees where knee pad and the handle of a knife was visible on a shoulder strap along with a pistol. A strangle rifle hung from another strap around his shoulder and he had what appeared to be metal tubes framing his body. She looked toward his face only to see it hidden by a full helmet with a visor which was shaded in such a way she couldn't see much through the glass. Even so she could tell he wasn't a member of the race, the solider for himself was struggling as he was lifted off the ground and held up by the neck like a small beast, then with one quick move her savoir snapped the neck of the Race's solider before tossing his body was tossed aside.

"Are you alright?" said the man in a strange voice but in the tongue of the race.

"Yes…" answered Finia in her own tongue only to see him tilt his head slightly as if he was confused.

"Sorry, but our translator programs don't understand your speech can you speak in the Language of the Race?" stated the man

"Yes." hissed Finia

"Good, stay here we are going to go take care of the others and get your family back." Said the man as Finia looked around and saw more of these strangers, there was six of them in total all of them armed.

"Who…what are you?" inquired Finia

"We are the Tau'ri." answered the figure as five of them moved off leaving her alone with one of them who while keeping an eye on her was also monitoring what looked to be a computer similar to what the Race used. She had seen at least four or five squads of soldiers down there and two APCs and these men where going to go take them on, it was suicide to take them on and yet that is what they were going to do.

Well I hope you liked this chapter, the Race is about to learn some things. Now until next time I hope you keep reading. Thanks Wilkins75.