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Clark and Maxima's 3 kids: daughter Loxani age 12, son Janel age 11, daughter Marta age 9 as of this chapter.

Clark and Lois daughter through hybrid surrogacy with Maxima, age a few months Joan

Pete Ross and Tokra guest Lujjan, Richard White and his guest Aterak.

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Clark whooped and hollered as he cheered on the display of coordination from his daughter. The young girl, his eldest child, had managed to catch the ball he'd tossed deliberately high and wide. The fact that the catch was made about a quarter mile from where he was standing and involved a 15ft high, 25ft long dive was icing on the cake as her laughter reached his ears.

His son clapped along with him, though he was not as interested in the athletic display and more in the ability for them to relax and act as 'normal' children of their age. Clark grinned as the girl stood, took a stance heaved the ball back in a perfect spiral and with pinpoint accuracy right into his chest where he caught it easily. He readied to return her throw, but paused and turned his head as his wife drew his attention.

"Clark, call her back, it's almost time to eat." Lois stated from were she was resting on the porch's swinging bench with Maxima next to her and a cradle holding his newest child.

He turned back to the girl and made a 'come here' gesture with a few fingers, and seconds later, she was standing before him, wearing an old Smallville Crows jersey with Kent on the back. "Did that not please you, Father?" she asked him, a slight crease on her forehead.

"It was a great catch, sweetie. But supper is almost ready and you and I need to get cleaned up." he replied, pulling her into a side armed hug, enjoying that instead of shying away or trying to avoid him, she leaned into his grasp and pressed against him happily. He understood that as heiress to a Queen, she had to remain somewhat aloof and distant to her people, but he was extremely grateful that Maxima allowed her and her siblings to spend time here on Earth where they can relax their guards and just be somewhat regular children.

"I don't see why Mother Lois insists on this act. We are nearly invulnerable and dirt does not remain affixed to our skin. We do not thus get 'dirty' enough to worry about having to wash." the girl stated, sounding far older then her meagre 12 years.

Clark chuckled and dropped a kiss on top of her head. "True, but it makes her feel better, and you don't want to make her feel bad, do you?"

And wasn't that a shock to both him and Lois, when the trio of Royals introduction to her included them immediately calling her by this appellation. It seems that Maxima had taken an old, outdated Almeracan custom to heart and viewed herself as Clark's wife by virtue of carrying his children but since he was married to Lois, she acknowledge Lois as his wife and her equal and was raising the children to view Lois as equal as herself in motherhood.

Lois had been touched, if a bit annoyed at first, by the sentiment but the annoyance had soon faded and she had taken to the role with gusto, especially after Maxima gave birth to her and Clark's daughter through surrogacy required for a Human to breed with a Kryptonian. The two women from vastly different cultures and walks of life had surprisingly become good friends over the years and even greater friends now.

They were as close as sisters- closer consider Lois' estranged relationship with her actual sister Lucy. Both seemed to delight in teasing Clark about the unusual nature of their not quite three way relationship.

Life was going good for one Clark Kent. 4 wonderful children, a wife he loved, a great friend(who was mother of 3 of his children) with occasional benefits that his wife not only knew of, but encouraged him to visit on a semi regular basis. His job was going well, and he was well known and respected for both his work and his 'hobby'.

There were still concerns of course. Money could get tight, as it wasn't cheap to maintain the farm and a home in Metropolis. There were the odd attacks on his family by those criminals too dumb to catch on to the idea that such things were not done. Even the worst of the insane costume crowd usually avoided the families of the costumed crowd, out of courtesy if nothing else. Unless of course, those families tried to interject themselves into the fight, such as Barbara Gordon and Lois herself. Kids were usually off limits, something even Joker and Lex followed as close as possible.

The heroic community returned the favour by not pressing or involving any of the villains families that were also not part of the game. It was an unspoken rule that was followed by most of the top tier of the criminally involved communities.

The one detractor in his current life was the slight regret that came when he though of the difficulty Maxima had gone through during her surrogacy. Initially, she had been impregnated by twins, but in the early days of the pregnancy, one of the embryos had not been fully viable and thus had failed. Only his third daughter, Joan, had survived. The second embryo was surgically removed at just a few weeks of development, not even advanced enough to have formed complete limbs. The three had grieved at the loss of a potential child, but were happy that at least one of the twins still lived on.

Still, as he ushered his son and daughter up the porch steps into the house, Clark was nothing but pleased with his current life.

All was good and peaceful for this alien orphan raised by Kansas farmers.

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Nothing was going well today for the unlikely duo.

First their ship was hit by a surprise micro meteor storm as they entered the solar system. This caused multiple hull breaches and ruptures, including the loss of 90% of their fuel reserves. This forced them to do an emergency landing on the one habitable moon within the ships reach. This moon was a water world with almost no surface land larger then an island the size of Greenland.

"Well Pete, this is not looking good for us." Richard stated as he tried to restart several critical systems on the vessel in order to at least keep it afloat in the vast ocean.

Pete swore as he drew his hands back from the sparking console he was seated in front of. "Comms are gone, as are main engines. And I mean gone. Half the ship has broken off and we are lucky the cabin is still intact."

"How far are we from the nearest land mass?" Richard as as he and his inner companion worked through several calculations and scenarios on how to best survive this latest catastrophe.

Pete spun in his seat, turning to another console, this one still somewhat functioning. He took a moment to check the read outs and frowned. "About 100km to starboard. We might be able to keep the cabin section afloat long enough to reach it, but by time we do, we will have no power left and no way of restoring any power. Means we will be stuck here a long time unless there's a gate or some type of high level tech we can scrounge up."

Richard's Tokra guest spoke through him. "Then you and Lujjan focus on getting us as close to land as possible while Richard and I gather what supplies we can for an extended sojourn on this nearly barren world. We will also send off the emergency beacons in case they did not fire automatically when the ship hit atmosphere as they are designed."

Pete nodded and moved, taking over what was essentially the pilots seat as Richard went to the small series of locker like cabinets along the back and side walls of the cabin to find out what supplies they had and what would be useful for a stay on a world consisting of almost 90% water. It did not take long to gather the kits together and he praised Richard's foresight in insisting that all ships carried an emergency survival gear kit for nearly every environment a crew might reasonably be expected to encounter.

"Since we don't know how long we will be stuck, I'll bring a pack of cold weather and hazmat gear as well." Richard called out as he also pulled out the kit for an inflatable raft that could double as a cart to carry gear on land thanks to extra toughened material coating the bottom of the craft. Light weight and rugged, it would make easy portage and an easy way to carry extra gear over rough terrain. "Should we take the heavy guns out or only the lighter weight weaponry?" he asked his partner as he studied the several weapons hanging on the hidden gun rack. "I am taking my staff and a pair of zats, but we should bring some Earth based weapons as well, as they are better for hunting and potential self defence without locals thinking we are Jaffa."

Pete looked up from the console's controls for a moment as he continued to coax as much distance out of the remaining manoeuvrability as the ship slowly crashed/sunk into the planet's ocean. "Yeah, you're right. Break out my special gear. It will be of more help against any Jaffa threats then the staffs or the LMG's."

Pete's special was a carbon fibre composite crossbow designed and built by Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow. With a draw strength needed of only 20lbs, the material involved increased the firing to equal a bow of at least 4 times that strength. His specialized semi automatic quiver, with adjustable rotating arrowheads for the 50 aluminum bolt shafts stored inside. The base of the quiver was a section that contained micro equipment that would auto replace the heads on the shafts as instructed from a selection of about a dozen types.

The selection was controlled through a glove worn by the user, allowing the selection of everything from standard steel tip, to spring loaded broadheads to explosive heads. The main limit was in the number of each type that was contained within the storage of the mechanism. Due to space restrictions there was only room for a selection of 100 total arrow heads.

Normally Pete maintained his quiver with 40 broadheads, 20 steeltips, 16 explosive, 12 injectors that could contain anything from a sedative to a poison to a virus, 8 blunt tipped, and 4 grapple tipped. It gave him a good variety with some effective stopping power and a bit of surprise factor. The case that contained the quiver and crossbow actually held 100 bolt shafts as well as an additional 150 heads that Pete could adjust his load out for the best equipment suited for whichever mission he was on.

The benefit of using the crossbow against the Jaffa and Goauld was that due to the nature of Goauld tech, the crossbow bolts offered a lethal projectile that would bypass the kinetic energy shields without triggering them. Travelling below the speed needed to activate the shields, the bolts and assorted heads allowed for effective and potentially lethal weaponry against the technologically gifted species.

It was a weapon that was growing in popularity among the Free Jaffa and the Tokra, especially those built by Queen and his company. Even some members of the SG teams were starting to switch over to the medieval styled weapons as their effectiveness and versatility were shown repeatedly.

Richard nodded and accessed the locker where Pete kept the large carrying case for his favourite weapon. He himself was a terrible shot with the things which is why he stuff to staff/zats and a few Earth firearms. Grabbing himself a hunting rifle with a couple boxes of 50 shells each, a P90 and about 250rounds of ammo for that, along with a .44cal with a couple of 25 round boxes. He strapped the .44cal under his shoulder in it's holster, placed the ammo into the water proof packing back and onto the pile with the inflatable, and adjusted both the rifle and the machine gun across his shoulders so he could draw and fire any of the weaponry with ease. He hooked the zats to his hips with their specialized strapping and laid a staff across the pile of gear he had gathered.

"How much longer?" he asked as he moved back up to take his seat next to Pete.

Pete barely looked away from the controls as he was really having to work to keep the ship afloat long enough for them to reach close enough to the landmass to survive and reach shore. "Well, time wise, another 5minutes and the ship is done. Fuel cells are draining and the gravity is pulling us down faster then I thought. Readings indicate that the standard G level is about 1.2 times Earth standard. Means we will be a little sluggish and feel heavy. In terms of distance, at current speed I can get us to within a few hundred meters of shore. Not as good as I would like, but better then being in the middle of the ocean. I estimate depth at our settling point will be about 50 or 60 feet. Just enough to completely bury the ship in the water but not so deep that we won't be able to continue to salvage from it if we need to. Depending of course on local sea and wildlife."

Richard ran his hands over the console in from of him, scanning the local area and sea. "Salinity is about 2x that of Earth's oceans, but our desalination equipment should be able to handle that and make it potable. If I am reading this right, the atmosphere is only about 16% oxygen, so not only are we going to feel heavier, but we will feel a little lightheaded due to reduced oxygen intake. Food should not be a problem with plenty of edible plants and animals to hunt, thought I won't guess at the taste. Planet has almost no tilt and as such should have only mild seasonal differences, if we are here that long, and there are trees and areas of solid bedrock we can carve out caves if we can't find any so shelter is also not an issue. The main issue is I can't detect any nearby evidence of any settlements. No signals or structures indicating civilization. We could be here a while, if we can't get the comm gear working."

Pete sighed. As bad news went, that was pretty good. "At least the planet is survivable. I'm sure that between the 4 of us we will be able to cobble together something. We are due to report to SG base on Sierra Alpha in about a week or so, if we don't, I'm sure that search teams will be sent out. But even still, at best we are looking at at least a month, maybe 2 being stranded here. IF we can't repair the comms. If we can fix the gear, maybe 2 weeks."

"Well, at least we have a decent, temperate world on which to be stranded. It could be worse, I suppose." Richard stated, leaning back in his seat to watch the encroaching watery surface.

Lujjan spoke up, taking up the control of their shared body from Pete. "Yes. We could be stranded with Meja and Britea." the symbiont stated with a bland wit that most of the Tauri would claim he did not posses.

Richard snorted as he also allowed his body companion to take control.

Aterak also snorted at the thought of the Tokra and their annoying habits that made them the most disliked member of their little community. Meja and Britea were the Tokra equivalent of a valley girl and a New York cabbie sharing a body. Constantly arguing and never shutting up, their habit of loud, verbal arguments and make up sessions even while in the midst of a fire fight against Jaffa and other enemies was enough to drive most Tokra wild. Pete and Richard had a vert private bet on that sooner or later, the pair would be taken out by friendly fire long before any Jaffa or Goauld managed to kill them.

"That would be worse." the symbiont stated, chuckling lightly. "Well, looks like we are about to hit the water, better strap in and brace for the impact." suiting action to words, the eel like alien locked himself into the seat with the safety straps and released control back to his host. Richard turned his head to grin at Pete, who was also looking at him. Just as their ship struck the water and sent a massive spray flying through the air as their forward momentum carried them closer to both the shore and the ocean bottom, they each threw up their arms and let out joyous cries reminiscent of families on Earth enjoying a water park's flute rides.

Even in times like this, they took a moment to find some pleasure in the spectacle and adrenaline rush of the moment.

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The air was filled with sounds of screaming agony and masses of weapons firing. Two groups faced off, firing wildly against each other from their perspective levels of cover. The wounded and dying lay where they were struck, neither side able to approach their own soldiers to render what aid could potentially save some of their lives. Blueish blasts of energy from odd staff shaped weapons fought for dominance with muzzle flashes of numerous styles of metal projectile throwing weaponry of seemingly more primitive styles.

The battle had been a surprise to both sides, as neither expected to encounter one another on this far flung piece of spatial formation. This particular moon, circling it's primary planetoid of a fairly barren system of only 4 objects of size and orbital existence to qualify by either sides definitions of planetoid, was far from the standard routes taken by the two conflicting groups and the leaders they represented. One group, originating from a small moon under the command of the Lord Sepa, the 100legged protector against serpents.

The other group from a small water ball of a planet in a little out of the way system that was once the cradle of all human life in the galaxy. The two groups had the misfortune of experiencing serious malfunctions in their spacial conveyances at roughly the same time as they were on their own, now set aside missions to advance their various causes. This little dust ball with barely enough of an orbit and gravity to hold together was the nearest either could reach to attempt to affect repairs on their damaged vessels.

Neither had expected to find themselves landing almost simultaneously within visual sight of each other. And so neither had been fully prepared for the now frantic and furious battle taking place between the two relatively small groups.

"God dam snake heads!" shouted out Captain James Barnes, the leader of the squad as he ducked behind a collapsed pile of rocks to avoid several strikes from zats and staff weapons. After a few seconds, he risked peeking over the top and had to quickly duck again as one blast came perilously close to taking his head. Lifting only his M4 carbine over the cover he returned some blind fire to try and get the enemy to take cover themselves. "I hate these bastards and those damn shields. Where is Darnell with the rpg?"

Next to him, his xo snorted and nodded in the direction of a pair of bodies lying just outside of cover, both missing the heads and most of their upper bodies. "Darnell and Jones bought it in first round, Cap. His rpg is right there, less then 10ft away but might as well be 10miles with the firing wall these bastards are laying down."

Barnes looked over towards where their hopeful salvation was lying just out of reach and again swore against the horrid luck they'd had recently. Clicking his radio, he spoke. "Anyone got anything that will get through those shields without draining our ammo dry?" he asked of the men. He had lead them for a while now but no one was able to track every piece of gear that all members of a 25man team could carry.

His radio burst into static and a voice came over. "Cap, I got 3 men here with bows and one grenade launcher." replied a woman who's voice he couldn't quite recognize over the sounds of weapons fire, pained screams and radio static. "If we can get some cover fire, we might be able to swing over to the side and approach their left flank. If you can keep their attention on you, we can start picking them off. Grenade damage will be minimal, but they are shield drainers."

Barnes thought for a moment. Sending those four people to the side for a risky attempt to flank would potentially be costly, as the remaining men would likely have to stay exposed and taking heavy fire until the smaller group was in position. Losses would be high and already, they were outnumbered by the Jaffa at least 2 to 1. But if they didn't try something, losses would be every one. Even if not all were killed here, they would be killed after being interrogated or worse, infested with a damn snake and turned against their world and people.

"All right people," he called over the radio on the open channel. "We have a plan. New designation: Operation 4 down." as he was thinking it over the voice finally registered. "Lt Lane, take those 4 and in 2min start making to the left flank. Smith, Masrani, and Lopes, you open up and empty those ammo guzzling monsters of yours at the same time. Everyone else, get ready to take your shots.

Concentrate fire on the center of the Jaffa pack, that's where the First Prime is likely to be. They like to be up front and center in order to lead by example. We take him out, or at least pin him down, and we can cause them some major command issues. When a First goes down, the Jaffa always get disorganized for a few minutes until their next in line takes over." he could see heads nodding as he outlines the rest of the plan to people under his command. "And Lucy, if we pull this off and get back to base, I'll personally request a promo and commendation for your work here."

Lucy Lane's voice came back over the radio. "Just buy a few rounds at the Watering Hole and we'll call it even."

Though he didn't think she could see from where she was covering, Barnes nodded. "Fine, Lane. If that's what you want."

Another voice came over the radio, one Barnes recognized as belonging to PFC Lance. "Hey Luce, any chance you have some way of contacting that brother in law of yours and his caped friends? We could use their help."

A snort was the reply. "Lance, you know I haven't spoken to my sister or her bastard husband in at least 3 years. I don't approve of him sleeping around on her with that red-haired whore queen. Last I heard from my dad, the three of them seem to be living as one family. Lois even let the bitch be a surrogate to her daughter by the bastard. And from what I heard, had to be fertilized the natural way."

Lance snorted as he popped a few rounds towards the Jaffa. "You are such a fucking prude, Lane. So your sister is sharing her husband, who cares. Maybe it's actually the other way around, and its your brother in law that's the extra body in the relationship."

Lucy's snorts were again audible over the radio. "I don't give two shits about that, Lance. Lois can have a 5way relationship with her alien husband and wife and any one or thing else she wants. What I hate is the hypocrisy. She'll share that fine piece of man meat with a complete stranger who once tried to kill her, but she won't share him with her own beloved sister? She got pissed I flirted with Clark and wanted to kill the Amazon for the same, but she'll share with the alien bitch queen from hell? That's just not right."

Captain Barnes spoke up before the conversation could continue. "Enough of the chatter, ladies. Time to get to work." everyone went silent as the timer ran down. As one, the trio of heavy gunners, sporting 3 miniguns (2 of which were M134 and one a GAU-17/A which was usually mounted on vehicle support).

18 barrels of spinning death slowly started up with loud whines as the rest of the team cleared a path to allow the heavy fire of lead to fly free of obstruction. The followed through with their lighter weaponry, from submachine guns to full LMGs to carbines and even auto-shotguns. While most rounds blasted into shields designed to stop heavy kinetic and high velocity energy projectiles, enough started to get through to begin the long process of dwindling down the numbers advantage possessed by the enemy.

The next few minutes saw at least a dozen more downed Jaffa soldiers falling to the heavy fire as 3x 4000 rounds per minute fired until their feeders ran dry. Well, 2 of them did. Unfortunately, Corporal Amos Smith, a 10yr SGC veteran was cut down and disintegrated by several rounds of fire from a zat. As no one nearby his coverage was rated on the specialized training to make proper use of the heavy weapon, it's fire power was now no longer effective.

Seeing an opening as Lane and her group started their attack, Barnes, filled with anger and sorrow at the loss of a long time team member dove forward, grabbed the rpg and the ammo case before scrambling back into cover. The weapon, a 4 barrelled monstrosity known as a M202 Flash was a shoulder mounted, 4 barrelled weapon capable of firing single or multi-barrel and usually fired M74 rockets with M235 warheads. Though both rocket and warheads could be swapped into similar rated size and impact rounds if desired.

Barnes loaded the 4 barrels with the high explosive incendiary rounds the SGC had found had best results against he shielding tech used by the Jaffa and Goauld. Taking a moment to set himself, he lifted the weapon to his shoulder, turned out of cover and shouted out "Fire in the hole!" as loudly as he could while taking a few seconds to first sight and then trigger the firing of the weapons 4 barrels.

His body shook from the push back as the 4 rpg rounds fired off, forcing the laws of motion to take effect against him. As soon as the rockets were out of the barrels, Barnes dropped to a prone position, rolled over and crawled under cover. The sound and shockwave as the 4 rounds of incendiaries exploded against the front lines of the enemy was both deafening and bone shacking. His teeth rattle in his head and he nearly regretted firing all 4 rounds with the enemy so close that the shockwave backlash ran through him and his men. Several of the soldiers were knocked off their feet and others were sent stumbling to remain standing or in position behind their cover.

He quickly pulled out the empty clip and locked in another in its place. He took a peak over the top of the rock pile and whistled a bit as he took in the results of his attack. The Jaffa line was broken and the survivors were standing there apparently in shock. This lasted only until a few more explosions went off as Lucy's team was now in position to open up with their own grenade launcher, and a rapid series of lesser explosions started striking the animal headed figures.

Despite their rallying a defence, with the left side covered by Lucy's bowmen and grenadier, and with his own M202 and 3 more clips being fired off, the Jaffa were routed within a minutes. Once nearly all active return fire had ceased, and knowing the standing orders, Barnes ordered his team to move in and start ensuring that no snake-heads survived. Any Goauld juvenile that survived would be able to report on the events today and operational security meant that this could not be allowed to happen. While it was not ideal and in a better world, he would have liked to take prisoners and possibly convert some of the Jaffa, Barnes' men had to follow procedure and put an end to the suffering of the wounded.

The near silence was broken as Lucy rejoined the rest of the team, a grin on her face and a grenade launcher on her shoulder. "See Lance, told you we didn't need the big blue and his caped buddies. SGC can take care of our own."

Barnes shook his head as he took a moment to look over the losses on their side. Of the 40 man crew on the ship, of which 25 were he squad, 5 were part of ships crew and 10 were mission specialists, at least 15 were dead. Nearly half the mission lives lost. This was a Pyrrhic victory at best.

Still, there would be time to mourn those lost at a later time, with a quiet beet raised in their honour. Now was time to gather what supplies they could, fix their ship and get the hell out of here before the Lord this group of snakes served realized that they were not going to report in and sent people looking for them.

"All right ladies, lets get this done and get the fuck off this rock. I don't know about the rest of you, but I have a date with a shower and a cozy canvas cot waiting for me back at base. Gather up what is salvageable from our men and the snakes and make it quick. I want to be hitting vacuum within 3hrs. The only reason we aren't of this rock by then is if the ship can't fly."

The remaining crew snapped to attention for a moment before setting to with their work.

As he watched his team work and moved carefully through the remains of the Jaffa, checking for survivors, one thought passed through his head.

'Fucking snake bastards.'

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AN

hope you all enjoyed this. I had fun writing most of it. Though the part with Lucy still isn't quite what i wanted.

The weapons i describe are all real.

Sepa was a real egyptian god, the centipede protector against snakebites.

And yes, 'clip' is the right word used for the ammo for the m202. NOT magazine.