Berea Rd
Wytheville, Virginia
Myrak, the Wraith, grumbled to himself as he entered the farmhouse. The snacks he had purchased at the gas station failed to include the beloved flan he had hoped for. His frustration grew as he realized the children he had captured were not within the house.
"They didn't have the flan at the gas station," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, as he tossed the bag of snacks against the wall in irritation. It is clear that the youngsters had managed to escape, eluding his grasp.
Myrak's pale, almost ethereal eyes scanned the empty room. His senses, honed by centuries of hunting, told him that the children were no longer present. His anger simmered as he considered the audacity of these human children.
Slamming the door behind him, he stepped back outside into the cool night air. As he surveyed the surroundings, he couldn't help but sense a familiar presence in the distance, a presence that had cost his kind dearly over the years. The feeling sent shivers down his spine.
Though they were miles away, the memory of their relentless pursuit is etched into his very being. It is a presence that had led to the deaths of many of his brethren, a presence that he now sensed once more, stirring a deep-seated fear within him.
snickered and snarled, a wicked grin forming on his lips. He returned to the farmhouse, moving with a sense of urgency. There is no time to iste. He needed to ensure his true intentions were realized, even as the presence he had sensed drew closer.
Inside the house, he grabbed his laptop and the subspace radio transmitter, his talon-like fingers deftly maneuvering the delicate equipment. With purposeful strides, he marched into the barn, the eerie glow of the laptop screen illuminating his pale, gaunt face.
Setting the laptop and transmitter on a nearby table, he removed a tarp that had concealed his damaged Wraith dart. It is a vessel that had carried him across the galaxies, and he had kept it hidden to prevent prying eyes from discovering his true intentions.
Myrak began to connect cables from the transmitter to the dart, his excitement building. "Yes, yes," he murmured to himself, his thoughts consumed by the impending transmission.
As the laptop powered up, he took a seat and focused on the program he had painstakingly developed. With each keystroke, he inched closer to his goal, a sinister plan that could spell doom for those on Earth and reveal its location to the Wraith in the Pegasus Galaxy.
Laura Cadman and Colonel Sheppard remained concealed behind the hill, their eyes fixed on the Wraith as he entered the barn with a laptop and a transmitter in tow. There is an eerie sense of familiarity to the Wraith's actions, something that nagged at Sheppard's instincts.
"How, sir?" Cadman asked, her voice low, matching the tension in the air.
Sheppard didn't have a concrete answer. It is more of a gut feeling, a hunch that this situation is eerily reminiscent of a previous encounter. "Just a hunch," he replied, never taking his eyes off the barn.
Ronan chimed in with his blunt assessment. "Probably sending a signal with the location of Earth."
Sheppard nodded slowly, his thoughts racing. "Either that or something else entirely."
With a quick tap of his earpiece, Sheppard contacted two of his team members. "Adam, Antoine, slowly breach the perimeter. Weapons set on stun."
The two marines nodded and moved stealthily toward the barn, ready to intervene if necessary, but hoping to remain unnoticed for as long as possible.
Myrak's fingers danced across the keyboard, rapidly typing in Wraith code into the program he had developed. With a final press of the enter key, the code is uploaded into the subspace transmitter. He could feel the surge of power as the transmitter came to life, emitting a radiative subspace signal.
"Yes, it works," Myrak snarled triumphantly. He watched the readout on the Dart's console, which displayed a message: "Not enough power to transmit to the Pegasus Galaxy."
Undeterred, Myrak stepped out of the Dart's cockpit, determined to find a solution. He grabbed a power line and hastily connected it to the Dart's systems. The barn's lights flickered on and off as the additional power coursed through the subspace transmitter. The readout finally turned green, indicating that the transmitter is ready to send its signal.
But as Myrak looked through the barn's window, his triumphant expression turned into a snicker of malice. He saw two marines approaching, clear as day. Unbeknownst to them, they were walking into a trap-laden property, surrounded by mines and other deadly surprises.
Myrak's fingers danced furiously on the keyboard as he programmed the Dart to draw even more power into the subspace transmitter. He knew that time is of the essence, and he needed every ounce of energy to send the signal to the Pegasus Galaxy.
With a hatch on the floorboard opened, he revealed a cache of Earth-made weapons and ammunition. Myrak quickly equipped himself with a vest, slinging an AK-47 over his shoulder and stuffing several magazines into its pockets. He chambered a round, ready for action.
As he approached the barn's window, he started firing the AK-47 indiscriminately, the deafening roar of gunfire echoing through the night. His intent is clear – to create chaos and deter the approaching marines, who were walking into a deadly ambush.
The situation escalated rapidly. The marines took cover, but it is too late for Antoine, who had been hit. Adams dragged him to safety behind a ditch.
Meanwhile, inside the barn, Myrak continued his relentless assault, firing his AK-47 and taunting Sheppard and Ronan from within. They were baffled by his knowledge of their presence.
But before Sheppard could issue more orders, a voice came through the radio – it is Major Marks on the Odyssey. He reported a massive EM field emitting Wraith code in bursts.
"Sheppard, we've got a big problem!" Marks' voice crackled through the radio. But before Sheppard could respond, a massive shockwave erupted from the barn. The force is so immense that it disrupted all electronics in the area, including their radios. The small town is plunged into darkness, its electronic infrastructure disabled.
The situation had taken a dire turn, leaving Sheppard and his team in a perilous situation.
Inside the jumper carrying Senator Baxter's kids, the shockwave hit hard, causing turbulence and panic among the occupants. Booth steadied himself and demanded answers from the pilot.
"What is that?" Booth asked urgently, his concern for Sheppard's team growing.
The marine pilot quickly accessed the heads-up display. "The massive EM shockwave is emanating from Sheppard's position, sir," he reported.
Booth realized the urgency of the situation. "They're in trouble. We have to help them," he declared.
Agent Johnson, determined to assist in any way possible, turned to the marine pilot. "Turn back," she ordered. "I'll handle the drone."
Their decision is made, the Odyssey beamed the kids to Atlantis to their father and they were prepared to assist Sheppard and his team in facing this unexpected crisis. The jumper returned to the site where Sheppard's team is, every second felt like an eternity for Booth and Johnson. The urgency weighed heavily on them.
Agent Johnson attempted to establish contact with Sheppard through her subspace radio, calling repeatedly, but all she received is static. She is growing increasingly anxious.
Hovering above the hill, the jumper's lights illuminated Sheppard's team. Sheppard gave Johnson a signal, and she understood it is time to act. She fired a single drone from the weapons pod, but the drone exploded upon impact with the shimmering shield surrounding the barn.
Seeing this, Johnson acted swiftly, firing all 11 drones in rapid succession. The drones, equipped with advanced sensors to compensate for the shield's frequency, bypassed the defenses and struck the barn. An explosion ensued, obliterating the barn and everything inside it.
The sudden destruction of the barn left the area in chaos, with debris flying and the remnants of Myrak's dangerous experiments scattered. The threat seemed to have been neutralized, but the aftermath is fraught with uncertainty.
The jumper glided smoothly towards the dirt driveway of the now decimated property. Inside the jumper, Agent Johnson opened a black crate adorned with the Atlantis symbol. She revealed 20 Asuran stunners, neatly arranged in soft foam.
Booth, intrigued, couldn't resist asking, "What is that?" Johnson handed him one of the Asuran stunners, and she activated it. The blue indicator lights came to life, signifying that the weapon is armed and ready.
"Wow, law enforcement on Earth should have one of these," Booth remarked as he examined the advanced weapon. "Shoot first and ask questions later."
As the jumper's ramp lowered onto the dirt driveway, both Johnson and Booth were prepared, stunners at the ready. They stepped out cautiously, scanning the surroundings. In the distance, they saw Sheppard, Ronan, Cadman, and the other marines approaching.
Johnson inquired, "Any casualties?" Private Brian Adams responded over the radio, delivering the unfortunate news, "Lance Corporal Jean Antoine didn't make it, ma'am."
Colonel Sheppard, acknowledging the difficult situation, commended Agent Johnson, "Good work, Agent Johnson." It is a somber moment, with the loss of a fellow soldier, but the threat posed by Myrak had been neutralized.
Agent Booth and Agent Johnson cautiously approached the wreckage of the barn, both wearing night vision goggles to navigate the dark, debris-strewn interior. Johnson held a lifesigns detector in her hand, which is currently showing no life signs. However, they both knew that a single Wraith is still a formidable threat, and it could potentially hide its life sign from detection.
The barn is in shambles, with chunks of wood, hay, and twisted metal scattered everywhere. The explosion caused by the drone strike had obliterated everything inside. The air is filled with the acrid smell of burned wood and debris. Booth and Johnson moved slowly, their weapons ready, scanning every corner of the destroyed structure.
As they advanced, Booth's eyes caught sight of something among the rubble. He carefully approached and found a charred, metallic object partially buried beneath the debris. It appeared to be the Wraith's laptop and subspace transmitter.
"Looks like we found what he is working on," Booth said, gesturing to the damaged equipment. He picked it up cautiously, handling it with care.
Agent Johnson remained alert, her lifesigns detector still showing no activity. "Keep an eye out," she cautioned Booth, knowing that the Wraith could still be nearby.
Booth nodded, gripping the Asuran stunner tightly, ready for any unexpected encounter with the Wraith.
Booth held the Asuran stunner firmly against the Wraith's back, his finger hovering over the trigger. The Wraith's face is covered in ash, and he snarled and snickered in response to Booth's threat.
"Don't make a move," Booth repeated sternly, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "I will kill you where you stand."
The Wraith's snickering stopped, replaced by a low, guttural growl. He slowly raised his hands in a sign of surrender, careful not to provoke Booth any further.
Agent Johnson stood nearby, her own weapon trained on the Wraith, ready to act at a moment's notice. The barn remained in eerie silence, the destruction around them a testament to the intense standoff that had just occurred.
The Wraith's words sent a chill down Booth's spine, but before he could press further, Agent Johnson interjected, her stunner still aimed at the Wraith.
"You're too late!" Myrak hissed with a wicked grin.
Booth furrowed his brows, puzzled by the cryptic response. "Late for what?" he demanded, his grip on the stunner never wavering.
Just then, the voice of Sheppard crackled through their earpieces, asking for their location. Johnson is about to respond when the Wraith acted swiftly. He lunged at her, sending her crashing through the debris and out of the barn. Simultaneously, with a surge of telepathic power, he forced Booth to the ground, momentarily incapacitating him.
Myrak, now in Booth's mind, relished in the suffering he inflicted. Booth's body twisted in pain as the Wraith began to drain the life from him. It is a terrifying experience, and Booth's agonized screams echoed through the barn.
But just as Myrak is about to claim Booth's life force, a sudden, ominous click filled the air. Ronan had pressed his particle magnum against the Wraith's head, its cold metal a stark contrast to the malevolent creature.
"Put back what you took," Ronan's voice is as cold and unwavering as the barrel of his weapon.
The Wraith, now caught between the merciless grip of Ronan's particle magnum and the painful screams of his prey, hesitated for a moment. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he realized he is outnumbered and outgunned.
With great reluctance, Myrak released Booth from his telepathic torment. Booth fell to the ground, gasping for breath, clutching his chest as he tried to regain his strength.
Ronan didn't lower his weapon, his steely gaze locked onto the Wraith's glowing eyes. "Now," he growled, "put it back."
Myrak's hands slowly retreated from his feeding organ, his fingers trembling. The stolen life force began to flow back into Booth, the aging process reversing as vitality returned to him.
Booth's pain subsided, and he shakily got to his feet, his eyes locked on the Wraith, a mixture of fear and anger in his gaze.
Sheppard's eyes narrowed, and he exchanged a quick glance with Ronan. The gravity of the situation is clear - if the Wraith sent the coordinates of Earth to the entire hive, it could lead to a massive attack on their home planet.
"You too late Sheppard."
"All of them."
"What do you mean by 'all of them'?" Sheppard demanded. "How many hives are there?"
Myrak, weakened and cornered, hesitated for a moment. He seemed to be calculating the risk of withholding information from his captors. Finally, he spoke, "thousands of hibernating hives. Our numbers are vast, and hunger is insatiable."
"I thought all the hives woken up a couple of years ago."
Sheppard cursed under his breath, realizing the catastrophic implications. Earth could be facing an invasion on an unprecedented scale. "We need to find out if he sent the message and if there's any way to stop it," Sheppard said, turning to Booth. "We might need your expertise on this."
Myrak overheard them. "You are too late, Sheppard. The message may not reach them for a year or two, they will wake up and feast."
Booth nodded, his apprehension apparent. He knew the fate of Earth rested heavily on their shoulders now.
United Nation Complex, Atlantis
San Francisco Bay
It is 9 PM Pacific Standard Time when Henry Hayes, the President of the United States, stood behind the podium. His cheap gray Calvin Klein suit and tie were crisp, and his face bore the weight of responsibility. Behind him stretched the majestic backdrop of San Francisco Bay, with the iconic Golden Gate Bridge spanning the shimmering waters.
The podium itself is an imposing sight, adorned with a statue of Pegasus, the flying horse, perched on top of the Chevron emblem. It is a symbol of hope and progress, standing tall against the backdrop of global uncertainty.
Standing alongside President Hayes were the representatives of several world powers, members of the Security Council. Leaders from Japan, France, Germany, England, China, Russia, Spain, Brazil, Saudi Arabia, and other developed nations had gathered. The atmosphere is tense, but also filled with a sense of purpose.
As they waited for President Hayes to step forward, the current Secretary-General of the United Nations approached the podium. His presence signaled the importance of the moment, a moment when the world's leaders had come together to address the challenges that faced them all.
President Henry Hayes stepped forward, acknowledging the distinguished guests and dignitaries gathered before him. He nodded to the leaders from around the world, recognizing their crucial roles in the global community. Then, with a warm smile, he turned his attention to NATO Secretary General Hans Boimler, who had played an instrumental role in these unprecedented developments.
"Secretary General Boimler, your unwavering commitment to international cooperation has been pivotal in achieving what we are about to unveil tonight," President Hayes began, his voice projecting authority and unity.
He paused for a moment, as a video played on large screens set up around the venue, showing the incredible journey of Stargate Command, their victories against the Goa'uld, the Ori, and the looming Wraith threats. The footage of Atlantis confronting the Super Hive over Earth is a testament to human resilience in the face of formidable challenges.
"In the spirit of unity and shared purpose, the United Nations Security Council has voted in favor of a resolution that will change the course of history," President Hayes continued. "Stargate Command, with its groundbreaking technology and unwavering dedication, will now become an independent command, answering directly to the United Nations Command."
A wave of anticipation and expectation swept through the crowd. The President's words were monumental, setting the stage for a new era of global cooperation.
"All military forces on Earth will unite under the banner of Stargate Command," he declared, emphasizing the importance of a unified front. "Gone are the distinctions of which nation's armed forces they belong to. We stand together as one, ready to face the challenges of a changing world."
As President Hayes spoke, the eyes of the world were not only on him but also on screens broadcasting his speech in New York's Times Square. There, in the heart of the city that never sleeps, people watched with bated breath. But amidst the glow of the city lights, an eerie feeling hung in the air, as they heard the chilling words of a distant threat: "You are merely food, to feast upon for my kind."
The world had changed, and the challenges were greater than ever. But in unity, in the face of the unknown, they found their strength.
President Hayes continued his speech, a sense of urgency palpable in his words. "Earlier today," he began, his voice steady but laden with gravity, "Colonel John Sheppard and his team, alongside FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, achieved a remarkable feat. They apprehended a Wraith operative right here on Earth, in Wytheville, Virginia."
A murmur of surprise and concern rippled through the audience. The threat had reached their very doorstep.
"This Wraith is the sole survivor of a destroyed Hive ship. He had flown his Dart to Virginia and had been feeding upon unsuspecting civilians," President Hayes explained, his expression darkening. "But what's even more concerning is the revelation that came during his interrogation."
The room fell into a hushed silence as President Hayes recounted the chilling conversation that had transpired between Colonel Sheppard and the captured Wraith.
"How many Wraiths are there?" Sheppard had asked.
"All of them," the Wraith had replied ominously. "Millions are waking up from their sleep, a slumber that has lasted for ten thousand years."
The video feed from the interrogation room abruptly shut off, leaving the audience in suspense, their imaginations running wild with the implications of this revelation.
"Tonight, we face a threat unlike any we've encountered before," President Hayes declared, his voice resolute. "The Wraith, ancient and formidable, are awakening from their long slumber, and they have set their sights on our world."
He looked out over the assembly of world leaders, their faces reflecting a mix of determination and concern. The challenges ahead were daunting, but as he continued his speech, President Hayes conveyed a message of unity and resilience, a call for all nations to stand together in the face of this unprecedented threat.
"As President of the United States and in my capacity as Commander-in-Chief," President Hayes continued, his voice firm and unwavering, "I am taking immediate action to address this dire situation."
He outlined a series of measures to mobilize resources and personnel. "I am activating our reserves, calling upon our inactive soldiers, sailors, and Marines to step forward and join the ranks of those who stand ready to defend our world."
President Hayes knew that the challenges ahead required a united and prepared front. "We will undertake extensive training and preparedness efforts, working in close collaboration with our international allies. Our goal is clear: to equip ourselves with the knowledge and strength needed to confront the Wraith threat head-on."
He emphasized the importance of preparedness and unity once more, acknowledging that the battle ahead would be unlike anything they had faced before.
"As a nation and as a global community, we must be resolute and unwavering in our commitment to protect our planet," President Hayes concluded. "Together, we will rise to this challenge, and together, we will prevail."
With those words, President Henry Hayes set in motion a worldwide effort to face the looming Wraith threat, a challenge that would test the strength and resolve of nations across the globe.
In a dramatic turn of events, President Hayes continued his speech with a revelation that left the audience in awe. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor and privilege to share with you an incredible development that will serve as a symbol of our collective strength."
He paused for a moment, and then, with a gesture, he activated a hidden mechanism. Slowly, the City of Atlantis decloaked before their eyes, revealing its majestic, otherworldly presence. Accompanied by the imposing vessels USS Odyssey, Hammond, Daedalus, Apollo, Tzun Tsu, and Korelev A, the sight is nothing short of breathtaking.
"Behold the City of Atlantis," President Hayes announced, his voice filled with pride. "This remarkable city will become the capital of Earth, a beacon of our shared purpose and commitment."
The people on the Golden Gate Bridge and the viewers around the world watched in astonishment as this ancient city from another realm emerged into their reality.
But President Hayes had more to reveal. "This is just the beginning. We have more advanced ships in the assembly line in our colonies, churning out new ships every month. With these advanced vessels, we are proving the Asgard right. We are indeed the Fifth Race, with the responsibility to protect not just our planet, but the entire galaxy and beyond."
He paused, invoking the words of John F. Kennedy, a symbol of inspiration in times of great challenge. "As John Kennedy once said, 'We choose to go to the stars, not because it is easy, but because it is hard.' We stand on the precipice of a new era, ready to embrace the challenges of the universe with unwavering resolve."
The people on the Golden Gate Bridge, as well as the rest of the world, stood in awe of the profound transformation and the responsibilities that lay ahead. The City of Atlantis, symbolizing hope and unity, had become the epicenter of their journey into the unknown.
Royal Diner
2 weeks later
Seeley Booth sat at the Royal Diner, sharing breakfast with his partner, Temperance Brennan. He picked at his food, contemplating the recent encounter with the Wraith. Dr. Brennan, always analytical, couldn't help but ask, "How are you feeling, Booth?"
Booth looked up at her, his expression a mix of relief and lingering unease. "Honestly, Bones, I felt like my life is flashing before my eyes at that moment," he admitted, recalling the terrifying encounter with the Wraith.
Dr. Brennan nodded, her concern evident. "I've read reports from the SGC, and most of the victims of attempted Wraith feeding don't survive. You were in Atlantis for two weeks."
Booth sighed, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Recovering and rehabilitation, that's the plan," he said, realizing the importance of getting back on his feet. "I sure as heck don't want those Wraith getting their hands on me again."
As they sat in the Royal Diner, they knew that their world had changed, and they were now part of a battle to protect Earth from unimaginable dangers.
Dr. Brennan regarded Booth with a discerning look, her concern for his well-being evident. "Booth, you can't keep beaming in and out of D.C. just for breakfast," she chided gently. "You need to prioritize your recovery."
Booth frowned, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I get it, Bones, but the idea of being stuck on Atlantis while you're out here catching bad guys... It just doesn't sit right with me."
Dr. Brennan leaned forward, her tone earnest. "Your recovery is vital, Booth. And remember, since the integration of the advanced MRI into the Jeffersonian, determining the cause of death has become so much easier. You're still contributing, even if you're not out in the field."
Booth sighed, realizing the truth in her words. It is a tough adjustment for an active former FBI agent like himself to slow down, but he also knew that his well-being is essential for the team's success.
As they continued their breakfast conversation, the partnership between Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan remained as strong as ever, even in the face of new challenges and a changing world.
Booth reached into his pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope. He handed it to Brennan, who raised an eyebrow as she took it. "What's this?" she inquired.
"The DOD... I mean the United Nations Unified Command just activated me and promoted me as a full-bird Colonel," Booth revealed, a mix of pride and uncertainty in his expression.
Brennan opened the envelope, reading the contents carefully. After a moment, she looked up at him, her gaze probing. "Is this what you wanted, Booth? To become an officer, not deployed in some war zone?"
Booth paused, contemplating his answer. "No, I won't be going into a war zone," he explained. "The war in Afghanistan ended two weeks ago. Once I'm fully recovered, I'll be a captain of the USS Agamemnon, patrolling near the Lucian Alliance border."
Brennan considered his words, her scientific mind analyzing the situation. "Commanding a ship and crew is no small feat," she acknowledged. "Warships traditionally belong to the navy; they are better equipped to handle three-dimensional warfare."
Booth nodded, appreciating her perspective. It is a new chapter in his life, one that brought unexpected responsibilities and challenges. As they continued their breakfast discussion, they both knew that their partnership would evolve, adapting to the changes that lay ahead.
As they discussed Booth's upcoming space adventure, Brennan's thoughts turned to Booth's son, Parker. She looked at him with a touch of concern in her eyes. "Booth, what about Parker?" she asked. "How will this new assignment affect your relationship with him? He's used to having you around."
Booth's expression softened as he considered his son. "You're right, Bones," he admitted. "I won't be as physically present in Parker's life as I used to be. But I've already talked to him about it, and he's excited about the idea of his dad being a space explorer."
Brennan nodded thoughtfully. "Children can adapt remarkably well to new situations," she said. "And it's important for them to see their parents pursue their dreams and passions. Just make sure to stay in touch with him regularly, even from space."
Booth smiled, appreciating Brennan's understanding and support. "I will, Bones. Thanks for always being there, not just as my partner but as a friend who understands the complexities of life."
Their conversation continued, touching on the challenges of balancing career and family, and how they would navigate the uncharted territory of Booth's space adventures while ensuring that Parker remained an important part of his life.
Booth attempted to lift his cup of coffee, but his hands trembled noticeably. Brennan immediately noticed and reached out to steady the cup. "Booth, your hands are shaking," she observed with concern.
Booth sighed, reluctantly admitting, "It's the aftereffects of the Wraith feeding."
Concerned, Brennan urged, "You should beam back to Atlantis and let Dr. Keller take a look. This isn't something to take lightly."
"I'm fine, Bones," Booth assured her. "They gave me some meds in case I get the shakes."
Brennan, being ever inquisitive, picked up the vial of medicine and examined it closely. "Where did you get this?" she asked, her scientific curiosity piqued.
Booth explained, "SGC doctors called it tretonin. It's approved by the SGC medical board."
Brennan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unusual medication. She couldn't resist commenting, "A ground-up Goa'uld larva, fascinating."
Booth chuckled, understanding her fascination but also wanting to ease her concerns. "It's safe for human consumption, Bones."
Brennan smiled at Booth's reassurance and then attempted to clarify her position. "I'm not saying that alternative medicines without FDA approval are inherently unsafe. It's just... intriguing."
As they continued their conversation, Booth's hands steadied, and they shared a moment of camaraderie amidst the peculiarities of their ever-evolving world.
Booth raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Brennan's perspective. "So, what are you saying?" he asked, genuinely interested in her viewpoint.
Brennan leaned in, her expression serious. "I'm saying that the FDA often approves medicines with known side effects because it benefits pharmaceutical companies, allowing them to maximize their profit margins," she explained.
Booth nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I've seen that happen more times than I'd like to admit. It's a complicated system."
Brennan continued, delving into a broader discussion. "With the current political alignment in the United States and the formation of a one-world government, it raises questions about how medicine and healthcare regulations might evolve. It states in Article IV, Section 4..."
Booth couldn't help but chuckle as he corrected her. "It's a multi-world government, Bones," he clarified.
Brennan's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she continued, "I stand corrected. I love the idea of people from different worlds coming together under one roof, legislating new laws when we already have enough laws."
He saw the fire in her eyes, and a grin crept across his face. "You know, Bones, with that passion, maybe you should run for whatever office they have in this multi-world government."
Brennan's smile grew as she entertained the thought. "Maybe I should, Booth."
As they shared this light-hearted exchange, they couldn't help but appreciate the unique and ever-evolving world they were a part of. Their partnership, forged in the crucible of crime-solving, now extended into discussions about the broader challenges and opportunities that the multi-world government brought to their doorstep.
2 years later
Oval Office, The White House
January 20, 2011
In the White House, President Henry Hayes is making final adjustments to his military uniform, preparing to beam aboard the Prometheus. Just before leaving, he noticed Vice President Baxter Freedman entering the Oval Office. With a hint of humor, Henry greeted him, "Baxter, glad I caught you. I am on my way to see you."
Baxter smiled and nodded. "Actually, Henry, I am on my way to find you. It's not every day the President is about to beam up to a spaceship."
Henry chuckled before addressing Baxter's curiosity. "You know, over the last eight years, I've gone through two Vice Presidents. My first Vice President turned out to be a Goa'uld," he said, recalling the treacherous Robert Kinsey. "And my second Vice President is constantly second-guessing my decisions when it comes to galactic matters, especially the idea of forming a Federation of planets, like something out of Star Trek."
Baxter raised an eyebrow, curious about why he had been chosen. "So, why am I any different?" he asked.
Henry looked at Baxter with sincerity in his eyes. "Because, Baxter, you've opened your eyes to what the Stargate program is doing. You've seen how it's saved Earth from alien invasions and how it's kept the tip of the spear ready to defend us. You understand the importance of our role in the wider galaxy."
Baxter nodded, starting to grasp the significance of his position in this complex and evolving world. As President Henry Hayes prepared to leave for his space mission, he and Vice President Baxter Freedman shared a moment of understanding and trust, knowing that the challenges they faced together were unlike any others in the history of their nation.
"Politicians don't often understand that," President Henry Hayes remarked with a hint of frustration, "it's always about their bottom line."
As he continued his preparations, Henry elaborated on their mission. "The Pegasus Fleet awaits. Once we reach the Eldred planet in the Pegasus Galaxy and free Atlantis's sister ship, we'll be able to establish a Command there."
Baxter nodded, a mixture of understanding and longing in his eyes. "I wish I could go with you," he admitted.
Henry sighed, knowing the limitations of his new role. "My advisors insist that my job is on Earth, not gallivanting to another galaxy. A Secretary General's job is diplomacy, not getting stuck in an office on Atlantis. Once I leave orbit, you'll be sworn in as President, representing the United States in the United Earth on Atlantis."
Baxter chuckled at the idea of being a ceremonial leader. "Just a name with no real power to change the world stage, since you've already made all the changes."
Henry humbly corrected him. "I didn't do it all alone. The American people voted not to pay taxes to the corrupt politicians who were making millions in public servant salaries. They voted to dissolve Congress and be part of this United Earth. Now all they need to worry about is staying safe in the galaxy they're in."
Baxter nodded in agreement, realizing the magnitude of their achievements. "How many ships are part of this expedition?" he asked.
Henry provided a detailed briefing. "We have 20 Daedalus-class ships, 30 Hybridan frigates, 320 F302s, and 1500 marines."
Baxter whistled at the impressive numbers. "That's quite an operation half of our fleet I might add."
"Take care of Atlantis for me, will ya?" he asked as Henry prepared to beam up.
With a nod and a smile, Henry Hayes activated the transport and vanished, leaving Baxter to take on his new role as President, representing Earth's interests in the vast and uncharted realms of the Pegasus Galaxy.
Secretary General Hayes beamed onto the bridge of the Prometheus, where Commander John Sheppard and the bridge crew saluted their commander-in-chief. "Secretary General," Sheppard greeted with respect. "Welcome aboard the Prometheus, sir."
"Your wife and bags are in the Captain's quarters, sir," Sheppard informed him.
"Thank you, General Sheppard," Henry replied, acknowledging the warm welcome.
Sheppard's expression turned to one of genuine surprise when Henry presented him with a portfolio containing his new rank and citation. "General, sir?" Sheppard stammered, his jaw dropping in disbelief.
"United Earth Command voted on it this morning," Henry explained, a hint of pride in his voice. "A kind gesture from General O'Neill."
Sheppard, still taken aback, muttered, "I never thought I would pass Colonel."
His wife, Teyla Sheppard, kissed him on the cheeks and congratulated him. "Congratulations, my love."
Henry couldn't contain his enthusiasm and shouted, "Hip hip hooray!" The bridge crew joined in, repeating the cheer three times, welcoming John Sheppard to his new promotion.
With the formalities concluded, Henry turned his attention to the task at hand. "General, open the planet-wide communication system," he suggested, preparing to address the Citizens of Earth. The bridge of the Prometheus buzzed with activity as they made the necessary preparations for this momentous occasion in their ongoing mission to protect Earth and explore the cosmos.
As Secretary General Henry Hayes stood on the bridge of the Prometheus, he activated the planet-wide communication system. His image and voice would reach every corner of Earth, addressing its citizens about the monumental mission they were about to embark upon.
"Citizens of Earth," Henry began, his voice carrying the weight of his office, "today, we stand on the threshold of a new era in our history. We embark on a journey, not just to protect our home, but to extend a hand of friendship and cooperation to the denizens of the Pegasus Galaxy."
He addressed the skeptics, the former corrupt politicians who had lost their livelihoods due to the changes he had initiated. "To those who doubt our path, who question the reasons behind our actions, I say this: there are better days ahead. The pursuit of wealth and power should not be our motivation. Instead, let it be the pursuit of knowledge, unity, and the betterment of all humanity."
Henry's gaze is resolute as he continued, "We are going to the Pegasus Galaxy to establish a Command, to strengthen the alliance with the Pegasus denizens. In that galaxy, there are humans, living in constant fear of the Wraith, never knowing when they will be culled and fed upon."
He paused, letting the gravity of their mission sink in. "Do we not have the compassion, the humanity, to reach out and help our intergalactic neighbors who are in desperate need? Are we not the stewards of this vast universe, responsible for more than just ourselves?"
The citizens of Earth listened attentively, their hearts stirred by Henry's words. In a time of great change and uncertainty, his message of compassion, unity, and the pursuit of a brighter future resonated deeply. As Earth prepared to embark on its mission to the Pegasus Galaxy, the collective spirit of humanity is renewed with a sense of purpose, ready to extend their hand to those in need among the stars.
In the cozy confines of the Royal Diner, Colonel Seeley Booth watched the broadcast of Secretary General Henry Hayes's speech, which is being broadcast around the world. His dinner companions, Temperance Brennan, Jack Hodgins, and Angela Montenegro, joined him at the table, their attention focused on the screen.
As Henry Hayes's words filled the diner, Booth couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and connection to the mission unfolding in the Pegasus Galaxy. The weight of their responsibilities and the importance of their roles in this new intergalactic alliance hung in the air.
Brennan, always analytical, listened intently to the speech, processing the implications of their journey to the Pegasus Galaxy. Hodgins and Angela exchanged glances, both aware of the significance of the moment.
The broadcast continued, and as Henry's speech concluded with a call for compassion and unity, Booth turned to his companions. "We're part of something much bigger than ourselves," he said, his voice filled with a sense of purpose. "It's a new chapter for humanity, and we're in the thick of it."
Brennan nodded, her scientific mind undoubtedly already pondering the mysteries and challenges that awaited them in the Pegasus Galaxy. Hodgins and Angela shared a knowing smile, their commitment to the cause unwavering.
Together, they continued their dinner at the Royal Diner, aware that their world had changed forever, and that they were playing a vital role in shaping the future of Earth's intergalactic presence.
In the solemnOval Office, Vice President Baxter Freedman stood before a small gathering of dignitaries, ready to take the oath of office. As he prepared for this pivotal moment in his political career, the broadcast of Secretary General Henry Hayes's speech echoed throughout the room, audible over the radio.
The gravity of the situation is palpable. While Baxter is about to officially assume the role of President, the world is hearing a message of hope, unity, and compassion from the Secretary General as Earth embarked on its mission to the Pegasus Galaxy.
The Chief Justice of the United States, holding a small leather-bound Bible, looked at Baxter with a steady gaze. "Do you solemnly swear to uphold the Constitution of the United Earth, to faithfully execute the office representing the United States, and to preserve, protect, and defend the citizens of Earth?"
Baxter Freedman, his voice firm and resolute, replied, "I do."
The Chief Justice then administered the oath, officially swearing in Baxter Freedman as the President of the United States and Representative to the United Earth. The weight of his new responsibilities, in this era of intergalactic exploration and cooperation, settled upon him.
In that moment, as the broadcast continued to echo the ideals of unity and compassion, President Baxter Freedman knew that he is stepping into a role unlike any other in history, where Earth's destiny is entwined with the vastness of the cosmos.
Malibu, California
In his opulent million-dollar home, former Senator Montell Monroe sat in a plush chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. He had been a prominent figure in American politics, once serving as the Majority Leader of the U.S. Senate. But when the voters decided to dissolve Congress and join the United Earth multi-world government, his power and influence had crumbled.
As he watched the broadcast of Secretary General Henry Hayes's speech on his massive flat-screen television, a look of disdain crossed Monroe's face. He despised the former president and the changes that had reshaped the political landscape. The dissolution of Congress had meant the end of his career and his grip on power.
With a bitter chuckle, Monroe turned off the television, silencing the message of hope and unity that had just echoed through his lavish home. His anger simmered as he puffed smoke from his cigar, his eyes filled with resentment.
"You won't see what's coming for you, Henry," he muttered under his breath, a veiled threat directed at the Secretary General. In the shadows of his luxurious surroundings, Monroe harbored plans of his own, driven by a deep-seated desire for revenge and a longing to reclaim the influence he had lost.
Epilogue:
In the dark and uncharted sector of the Pegasus Galaxy, hidden within the depths of a nebula, lay a world shrouded in shadows and secrecy. This world is home to a powerful and ancient entity, a Wraith Keeper, who had overseen the slumbering millions of Wraith warriors for millennia.
As the Keeper's eyes slowly opened, she is greeted by a blinking light on the console of her organic controls. It is a rare occurrence, for this sector had remained untouched and unexplored for countless ages. Her curiosity piqued, she approached the console and examined the subspace message that had been sent to her.
The message is encoded in intricate Wraith code, its meaning clear. It contained coordinates for a new galaxy, one that had not yet been subjected to the Wraith's insatiable hunger. Among the coordinates, Earth is marked as a prime feeding ground.
"At last," the Keeper hissed in a voice that resonated with ancient authority.
The 80 ships that had awakened were merely a vanguard, a small number sent out to scout and lay the groundwork for the full might of the Wraith. The message signaled the beginning of a new chapter in their relentless quest for sustenance, and the galaxy they had set their sights on would soon bear witness to their insatiable appetite.
As the Keeper prepared to awaken more of her kin and set her plans into motion, the galaxy and Earth itself remained blissfully unaware of the impending threat that loomed in the darkness of the Pegasus Galaxy, a threat that could shake the foundations of their world and beyond.
The Keeper, her body adorned with intricate Wraith markings, approached the massive cocoon of the sleeping Primary Queen, Vasoti. She bowed her head low in a sign of deep reverence.
"Why have you awakened me, Keeper?" Vasoti's voice echoed through the chamber, filled with the regal authority befitting her status as the Primary Queen.
The Keeper remained on her knees, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "My Queen Vasoti, our vanguard has found the location of our ancient enemies," she relayed with utmost respect.
Vasoti's eyes, once closed in slumber, now opened with a predatory gleam. The revelation of their ancient enemies' whereabouts is enough to rouse even the most dormant of Wraith. She could sense the anticipation and hunger that radiated from her loyal subjects.
"Tell me more," Vasoti commanded, her voice sending shivers down the spines of those in her presence.
The Keeper, her mission clear, began to recount the details of the subspace message and the coordinates that had been discovered. As she spoke, a plan to descend upon their enemies and claim Earth as a new feeding ground took shape in Vasoti's mind. The galaxy would soon tremble in the wake of the reawakened Wraith, and the ancient conflict between predator and prey is destined to ignite once more.
With a sinister satisfaction, Queen Vasoti snarled and hissed, her hunger for conquest and dominance clear in her eyes. "Awaken the others," she commanded, her voice carrying an air of authority that brooked no disobedience. "The great culling in this galaxy will begin. We shall supply our forces and prepare to descend upon this newfound feeding ground."
The Keeper, still on her knees, bowed deeply once more, her unwavering loyalty to her queen evident. "Yes, my queen," she replied.
As the Keeper hurriedly left to carry out her queen's orders, a dark and ominous energy filled the chamber. The slumbering millions of Wraith warriors would soon awaken, ready to unleash their insatiable hunger upon the galaxy. The ancient conflict between the Wraith and their adversaries would be reignited, and Earth would soon find itself at the center of a battle that transcended time and space.