Deep in the galaxy the nox council was convening for the first time in over 400 years. But this meeting was even more special. This meeting was attended by eve. The eldest of them all.
Arguments rose on both sides as a small holo screen filled the middle of the circular wooden chamber.
Though they possessed them and the capability. Most of the nox chose to live in small simple huts, instead of the ships or the great city they all went to during the faozaar ( gould hunt). Now though a message played in the small simple wooden meeting hall. A rounded panel with benches held the council of the nox. The message playing read
"This is arcturus, commanding general of AlterOP, I hereby request aid from the great alliance in the form of military support and post-war occupation prime is under attack from, the message paused as he thought bck to the mindscan he had conducted. " the gould. He has a small fleet. I have one ship but i have been in stasis for an unknown length of time and none of my command are responding. As a result i have no choice but to call upon aid as this planet appears abandoned by my people.
Even so, I arcturus, presumed leader of the Ancients hereby invoke article 5 of the alliance charter. We are attacked and request a decisive response." the message ended the debate dragged on for nearly 10 minutes before eve spoke.
Eve had not spoken aloud since she returned from her journey through the gate 2000 years ago. All she would say is she had made a terrible blunder and never spoke again. Her wisdom on matters was widely sought and rarely given. Often with just a gesture of a nod. She was far older then any other nox by a few hundred ( thousand ) years. When she spoke her voice was soft like the petals of a flower, but firm with fire and steel behind them. " debate we have over if leaving our isolation is right. Over if killing and war and death is right. Long ago we chose to isolate ourselves to not interfere. We saw how the furlings fell, the asgard are but a whisper of themselves, the ancients, the greatest of us all. Our teachers, mentors, friends and family. They who made us who we are were lost to a darkness of their own making, or so we thought. Now we have the chance to save those who have saved so bring the greatest race ever to inhabit the stars from the brink of death itself. Do we turn our backs on them? How can we and say that life is sacred? When a tree is sickly do you not cut that tree down? When a weed is strangling your garden do you not cut out the weed? The gould are a cancer. And its time we remove it.
The nox as one nodded. Her wisdom and logic were sound.
Within an hour, the planet of Havena saw its oceans bubble, huge geysers burst into the air and long silver ships shaped like eggs covered in runic designs launched. Then a great rumble shook the planet. And from deep within a shining shimmering silver city encased in glowing dome broke through the surface of a field. The dirt flew and trees crashed down as the city-ship Haven launched for the first time in over 5 millenia. Purple hyperspace windows opened and the vessels and city disappeared. The nox and gone to war.
Asguard meeting
Thors personal quarters. A modest three room abode with a meal prep/eating area and relaxation zone leading to his bedroom with a small circular bed on one side and desks and tables littered with old holo-pics and stills. In them a young human-looking male stood, his dark blonde hair cut short, his deep purple eyes filled with joy. Thor had not visited for some 9500+ years as asgard no longer need sleep; and most of his needs were met on his ship the fist of oneill he had had to have an argument with odin the month before as the ships namesake had made it clear there were 2 L's in his name. Thor thought amusedly as he made his way to the bridge and took his station in the chair on a small platform in the middle of the stretched circular toom. Then as he sat his console on the armrest beeped and transferred the information to his basic neural implant. It was a brand new technology that the asgard were still experimenting with. In his old quarters, an old console graceful arching design and seemingly offline as everything else had been for many thousands of years lit up. It ran through a re-activation sequence then was prompted for a code. Failing to have one input the homes security system activated and thor received an alert that he had a priority black obsidion communque. He immediately ordered the bridge sealed as he had the message relayed. Outloud over the bridge thor had the message played and authenticated it a hundred times.
Thor knew what he had to do. There was no question. The message was real. Signed by AlterOPs codes and sent directly to his old console containing the comm array for an ambassador of the alliance. Though it had been a few millienia since their last full gathering. Within 20 minutes the FULL asgard high council had been convened. The last time this had happened war with the gould was avoided with the protected planets treaty.
Thor played the message and then after confirming that it was indeed real and relayed in real time; erego not a mistake,fake, or old message just now appearing. After a short debate there was little question. A force would be sent immediately to assist in repelling the invasion.
During the evacuation of Avalone ( the milky way ) when the plague would appear in one sector, then within hours the sector would be devoid of life the Ancients forbade ANY from returning to sites or any rescue from any ship designated fallen. Because of this even though 67% of the AlterOP military forces went into their stasis units in their compounds and on their ships, most were destroyed or fell apart, ran out of power etc. killing 98% of them over the next few million years. Due to being forbidden from recovering their pods ships were abandoned.. Some initiated fallen protocols and destroyed themselves while their crews slept.
Deep in the pegasus galaxy, a small collection of planets was held within a field surrounded by defense stations. Millions of them pointing hundreds of million of turretts holding off wave after wave of wraith ships. No matter what they did they could not penetrate the defenses of these 5 systems. a message began being sent out open broadcast. Over the centuries the meaning was forgotten and lost. But the message survived in the descendents of those who sang the tales of the end of the ancestors.Beyond the night the battle is won, beyond the night peace WILL be found, beyond the night on sacred ground.
When the Ancients had first arrived in pegasus, a mere few thousand from an empire of trillions; they were but a few scientists, some merchants and a shopkeepers. People who had fled the horrible death and the few who survived could not access the greatest parts of their peoples knowledge.
Over time the ancients spread back out and on a small collection of worlds built a shrine where they placed the sole AlterOP tactical pod they had been able to recover and bring with them. Here when the last of the Lanteans fled back to Avalon, Janus created a small safe haven. Cache with the greatest inventions he could make. For he had managed to partially access his many times great grandfathers personal there he had created his most powerful and wondrous technology. He hoped when he activated the system atleast some survivors would make their way there and maybe even unlock the secret to opening the pod. The knowledge that man could have unveiled…. Ohh well. As janus left he activated the defense systems. Still the legends endured. curiously enough, the warrior Satedan's had a legend. Of a warrior version of the Ancients. Lost to time whose presence during the wraith war would have changed the scale of the conflict with the technology at and powers and their disposal.
Eventually after 6000 years the wraith simply carpet bombed the entire area and mined it so none could get there. none ever made it to the sanctuary that janus had created. And so the ALterOP agent slept. never aware that as the years passed in their slumber their people dwindled and died out. Wiped from the face of history.
As Arcturus sat in his new ships command chair he used the neural interface to ask the main system a question.
"Query does this ship contain a subspace interdimensional communication interface?
"NEGATIVE NO SUCH TECHNOLOGY EXISTS"
"Computer recognize Arcturus Commanding General AlterOP Military Forces
"IDENTITY ACKNOWLEDGED ARCTURUS RIDDICKSON COMMANDING GENERAL ALterOP MILITARY FORCES"
"Input Personal Access Code Avalona Tarturus Defonia Anquitus, military override"
"Processing command"
"Processing command. AFFIRMATIVE. TECHNOLOGY IS PRESENT UNDER MILITARY OVERRIDE"
"Access the military emergency communication network. Send out the following message then contact as many automated database locations as possible for updates.
Message states
Attention all surviving AlterOP forces. This is Commanding General Arcturus Riddickson. Under my authority I hereby enact Phonecian Protocol. From the data I have gathered and what little I have ascertained, my people are gone and this will NOT stand. NO MERE CHILD RACE COULD EVER DEFEAT US! NOW THESE PETTY GOULD ATTACK TERRA! THEY DARE! I ORDER ALL SURVIVING ALTEROPS AGENTS TO DEPLOY TO TERRA LUNA COMMAND IMMEDIATELY. PROTOCOL OMEA IS AUTHORIZED I'LL SEE YOU WHEN YOU ARRIVE. GODSPEED!"
Arcturus sent the message over the Ancients AlterOPS military network which was kept out of phase and cloaked. Even now it spanned the two galaxies and as the wraith awoke because of the humans in atlantis and fought with the SGC and SGA deep in the galaxy in the part long forgotten the message arrived. And many things happened at once.
On Atlantis Rodney was walking down the hall on his way to the control room to meet with shepherd and Dr. Weir. as he arrived in the control room the door to the hallway slammed shut behind him. As ancient script ran over every screen. All the computers and interfaces set up to access the city systems went dark as a message in
Ancient script appeared on the screens. The holoscreen normally used for database access suddenly switched to a map of the pegasus galaxy, highlighting an area on the other end deep on the edge; it zoomed in again as multiple blips lit up and more script ran across the screen.
"What the hell is going on?!" Demanded Dr. Weir storming out of her office as rodney unfroze and tried to access the database from a command console.
Chuck, one of the techs spoke up, " We dont know, all of a sudden the deep space communications came on then everything went haywire. Its like the city received a message of some kind and locked itself down. "
Mckay in the corner began muttering louder and louder until weir walked over and demanded to know what he had.
"Well I'm not sure, but the city locked every non-lantean interface down, locked all of us out and seems to be running some kind of scan across the entire city using medical sensors i've never even seen. The really weird thing, theres no power draw. Where is the power for this? Random deep space scan, communications, internal sensors, these are not small systems. They arent huge but all at once like this? Where is the power coming from because we are NOT providing it."
Weir froze as did everyone else. That made no sense. Rodney was an expert. He wouldn't make a mistake like that. If he said these systems weren't using power then….they werent. But how?
In that sector of space on the monitor, the military compound built into a shrine activated. Runes along the walls and floor lit up. Generators long dormant activated. The sun-station in orbit of one the stars in the system began outputting power at beyond its maximum and prepared to burn itself out, while accessing all the reserves in storage. In the pod as Atlantis processed an AlterOP command code Zanus Tethera opened his eyes as the pod opened and a console slid up out of the floor in front of him. A holo screen projected above it. Images flashed across the screen as Zan was updated and then received the message. He hit a glowing red button in the middle of the console and a small stargate rose out of the floor. The rings shifted and then a swirling purple vortex appeared. The other end would open to Terra Luna COmmand. Deep in the moon in orbit of Terra Prime. It was an emergency military overide of the gate system which allowed them to target an area and rip open a wormhole for direct travel. It was for emergencies only, the vortexes were unstable as they used multiple gates to triangulate and rip open a temporary wormhole. The trip would be rough but thats what shields and armor were for. As zan approached a small rack and shelf also rose up. On it was an armored vest a holster and small plasma pulse pistol. There was also a glowing rifle with a long gleaming silver barrell with three openings at the end spaced out along the barrels. The black coverings were covered with runic controls and a small removable pack at the butt of the shoulder mount allowed the wielder to swap out the power and adjust for lower power or new packs. He grabbed it all and equipped himself as it sank back into the floor then he walked through the unstable vortex.
BACK ON ATLANTIS SAME TIME
The gate activated and spun around, then the crystals glowed black and a gold rune flashed over all the crystals as dozens of scripts ran across the screens before they all blanked out. A blip appeared as the last crystal glowed black and flashed gold then all the lights went out and everything shut off. It came back on a minute later.
"Everything is running normally. No records of any interruptions, the gate dialing or anything." chuck reported. Rodney was left dumbfounded as was everyone else as they began investigating.