Sentinel Dynamic
Abandoned Black site Warehouse
Virginia
After the United States Congress was disbanded and the political realignment to the United Earth Alliance, the UEA stood firm in its commitment to a new paradigm of cooperation and peace. With the dissolution, defense contractors found themselves at a crossroads, their lucrative contracts rendered null as the landscape of power shifted drastically. Despite lobbying efforts by these contractors to sell their advanced weaponry to the UEA government, Henry Hayes at the time transitioning from UN Secretary General to the Presidency of the United Earth Alliance remained resolute in cutting ties with the military industrial complex. His stance never wavered: the UEA would not succumb to the temptations of warfare or profit from the sale of destructive weapons to escalate tensions with neighboring nonmember nations.
Political change and profound ethos emerged, shaping the core principles guiding this new era. At the heart of the UEA's mission lay an unwavering commitment to peaceful coexistence, transcending terrestrial boundaries to encompass planets, civilizations, and diverse cultures.
The UEA's foundational tenets echoed a resolute dedication to avoiding conflicts wherever possible, favoring diplomacy and peaceful resolutions as the primary means. This commitment stemmed from a collective understanding that true progress and prosperity could only flourish in an environment free from the shadows of war and hostility.
Under the guidance of Henry Hayes Administration in the UEA leadership, the pursuit of peace was not merely a lofty ideal but a guiding compass, steering the course of intergalactic relations. While safeguarding their own interests, they extended hands of cooperation and understanding to neighboring nations and extraterrestrial civilizations, fostering relationships built on mutual respect and collaboration.
In the face of potential threats, the UEA stood firm in its resolve, employing defensive measures rather than resorting to aggressive posturing or escalation. The ethos of the UEA's military and Stargate Command resonated with the principles of protection, preparedness, and a staunch commitment to defense against any form of threat, while prioritizing dialogue over conflict unless provoked.
As the UEA ventured into uncharted territories, both within and beyond Earth's boundaries, the commitment to peaceful coexistence remained steadfast. It was a principle woven into the very fabric of the Alliance—an unwavering belief that through dialogue, cooperation, and a shared vision for a harmonious existence, humanity and its interstellar counterparts could thrive together in an era of enduring peace.
The aftermath of the Goa'uld's downfall gave rise to a new challenge—the emergence of the Lucian Alliance, a coalition of warlords, criminals, and smugglers vying for power in the wake of the power vacuum. While the UEA while in its infancy sought to establish a foundation of peace and cooperation, the Lucian Alliance operated on a different spectrum, driven by self-interest, coercion, and a desire for control.
Initially attempting to assert their dominance, some factions of the Lucian Alliance clashed with the UEA Navy, attempting incursions into territories under the United Earth Alliance's watch. However, the UEA's formidable defense mechanisms and military prowess swiftly repelled these attempts, prompting a strategic decision to allow the Alliance to operate within certain territories in exchange for non-interference in UEA territories and its allied worlds.
The cold war with the Lucian Alliance started before the formation of the UEA, an undeclared conflict where both sides engaged in covert operations and espionage. The Lucian Alliance, employing infiltration tactics, targeted UEA outposts, sabotaging and destroying them to weaken the Alliance's defenses.
In response, Stargate Command, sent Colonel David Telford, initiated counter-infiltration strategies. Telford, assuming the guise of a double agent within the Lucian Alliance, sought to gain valuable intelligence while establishing a romantic relationship with one of the warlord's daughters, gaining access to the Alliance's inner workings.
However, the precariousness of Telford's mission was exposed when Kiva, a formidable figure within the Lucian Alliance, discovered his true identity. Employing ancient Goa'uld brainwashing technology, she manipulated Telford, turning him into a covert informant unwittingly feeding critical information to the Alliance.
As tensions escalated, the UEA Navy intensified its efforts, targeting and dismantling Lucian Alliance bases, ships, and smuggling operations situated perilously close to UEA territories. These strategic strikes aimed to cripple the Alliance's capabilities and disrupt their operations, sending a resounding message of deterrence.
The conflict between the UEA and the Lucian Alliance remained a shadowy struggle—a delicate dance of espionage, betrayal, and calculated strikes. Telford's unwitting role as a mole underscored the complexity and high stakes of this clandestine war, where loyalty and allegiance became intertwined with deception and manipulation in the pursuit of survival and supremacy.
Sentinel Dynamics, a once-prominent defense contractor, found itself adrift in this new reality. With its contracts void and the nexus of power dramatically altered, the company faced an uncertain future. Many employees from renowned defense giants like Boeing, Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman, and General Dynamics, recognizing the shifting tides, chose to align themselves either with Stargate Command or the UEA military.
Outside an abandoned warehouse in Virginia. Kiva, dressed in a sleek black leather suit with hidden Victoria's Secret lingerie bought by David, paces restlessly. Her guards, clad in grayish business suits concealing Zat'nika'tel devices, remain alert, their weapons holstered.]
Kiva glanced at her watch, feeling a rush of impatience as the mist lingered in the air. Her gaze flickered to her vigilant guards, their demeanor poised yet vigilant. Suddenly, a hum signaled the decloaking of a Puddle Jumper, landing meters away. A figure clad in desert camouflage emerged and approached Kiva, their embrace echoing a sense of familiarity.
"About time you got here," Kiva quipped as David leaned in for a kiss.
"Sorry, I had to make sure I wasn't followed," he replied, producing a piece of paper.
"What's that?" Kiva inquired.
"This? Remember when I told you that when you get to Earth," David began, reminiscing, "I'd take you to a restaurant in France impossible to book a reservation?" Kiva nodded in recollection, intrigued.
"How did you manage that?" she queried.
"When you're an SGC officer responsible for Earth's defense, priorities take precedence," David remarked with a hint of pride. Kiva smiled and kissed David on the cheek, anticipating the experience.
"What time is the reservation?" she asked.
"In 10 minutes," David replied, checking his watch. "Leave your guards here in the cloaked cargo ship," he instructed, prompting Kiva to signal her guards to stand down momentarily.
As David took Kiva's hand, guiding her into the Puddle Jumper's cockpit, they settled in. The vessel hummed to life, and as they began to ascend at a breathtaking speed, it initiated its cloaking mechanism to evade detection by UEA satellites.
The misty morning transformed into an exhilarating ascent, the Puddle Jumper ascending while shrouded in secrecy—a clandestine departure bound for an extraordinary dining experience in France, a momentary respite from the shadows of their clandestine existence.
Following their extraordinary dinner in France, Kiva and David embarked on the next phase of their evening adventure. Leaving the bustling energy of the restaurant behind, they ventured toward a luxurious 5-star hotel nestled in the heart of the city.
The grandeur of the hotel's facade greeted them as they stepped out of the Puddle Jumper, returning from their secluded evening in France. Kiva, still radiating a subtle allure in her black leather suit, exuded confidence as she walked alongside David, her trusted companion.
As they entered the opulent foyer, a hushed ambiance enveloped them. The air carried a scent of sophistication mingled with the fragrance of exquisite blooms adorning the lobby. The staff, dressed impeccably in formal attire, greeted the duo with polite nods and welcoming smiles.
"Ah, it's been too long since I've indulged in the luxury of a 5-star hotel," Kiva remarked, a hint of nostalgia coloring her voice.
David nodded, guiding her towards the reception desk. "I thought it would be a perfect way to cap off the evening."
The concierge, recognizing David, greeted him warmly. "Welcome back, Colonel Telford. How may I assist you this evening?"
"We'd like a suite for the night, please," David requested with a charming smile, handing over his credentials.
"Certainly, Colonel. We have a selection of exquisite suites available," the concierge replied, swiftly arranging their accommodations.
As they were escorted to their suite, Kiva marveled at the elegance of their surroundings—the lavish decor, the soft glow of ambient lighting, and the panoramic view of the city below. The suite exuded luxury, offering a serene refuge from the world's tumult.
David held out a hand, inviting Kiva to the balcony overlooking the city lights. The skyline twinkled with a mesmerizing brilliance, casting a serene ambiance over the night.
"It's beautiful," Kiva murmured, leaning against the railing, captivated by the cityscape.
"It's nothing compared to your beauty," David quipped, turning to her with a tender smile.
Their evening continued in the embrace of luxury and comfort, a brief respite from their clandestine operations and the shadows of conflict. As the night unfurled before them, Kiva and David found solace in each other's company, relishing the tranquility of the moment amidst the grandeur of the 5-star hotel.
in the hushed intimacy of the lavish suite unfolds. Telford, fell asleep after sex, awakens to find Kiva perusing through his belongings, her silhouette draped in a robe, hinting at the lingerie she wore underneath.
"All the files are there," Telford murmurs as he rouses from sleep, his voice laced with drowsiness.
Kiva, holding a file labeled "Top Secret - Icarus Project," reads the title aloud to herself, her curiosity piqued. Before she could delve further, Telford, now awake, interjects.
"What's Icarus Project?" Kiva inquires, intrigued by the secretive nature of the dossier.
"I don't know all the details, but it involves the 9th chevron and substantial power requirements," Telford replies, offering a kiss on her neck before continuing. "Our lead scientist, Dr. Nicholas Rush, insists that a class Y planet would be suitable."
"A class Y planet?" Kiva echoes, seeking clarification.
"It's a type of planet with active volcanic eruptions and veins of naquada," Telford explains, his voice gaining clarity.
Kiva presses on, seeking deeper understanding. "What significance does the 9th chevron hold?"
"You know how the 8th chevron takes us to another galaxy?" Telford begins, tracing his eyes to meet hers. "Why did the Ancients build the Stargate with 9 chevrons?"
"That's a prudent question," Kiva acknowledges, her curiosity piqued. "Why did our ancestors design the Stargate with 9 chevrons? They must be hiding something, right?"
As they discuss the mysterious project, Kiva skims through maps and names of planets associated with the endeavor. Her attention drawn to a particular planet, she notes, "The probable planet in question is close to a warlord's territory."
"Which warlord?" Telford inquires, his hands gently tracing her chest, as their conversation intertwines with the allure of intimacy and the intrigue of secrets waiting to be unraveled.
"It was Netan's but a bounty hunter named Odai Ventrell took over his operations after killing him."
Kiva slowly moved away from the bed, her gaze fixed on Telford, holding an air of secrecy and purpose. Sensing her intent, Telford watched intently as she retrieved a small box from her leather jacket.
"What's this?" Telford queried, curiosity lacing his words, as Kiva opened the box, revealing a striking gold ring. He paused, taken aback, and jestingly asked,
"Are you proposing?"
Kiva's demeanor remained composed as she clarified, "Not quite." Her tone shifted, hinting at the gravity of the object. "This ring contains the Ori plaque, genetically modified for a specific person in your government."
"Who?" Telford's interest was piqued, his mind racing to understand the implications.
"Your President, specifically Henry Hayes," Kiva revealed, her words laden with significance.
"How did you manage to get his DNA?" Telford inquired, his curiosity growing.
"Many former members of the US government harbor ill feelings towards those they perceive responsible for their hardships," Kiva explained. "One of our spies within your government acquired his DNA from his aide."
"Who was it?" Telford probed further, eager for details.
"Why would I tell you?" Kiva responded cryptically, her gaze unwavering. "Is it because we are sleeping together?"
Telford's expression softened, and he spoke earnestly, "That's one reason, but I'm in love with you."
Kiva's heart felt heavy as she looked at David, feeling torn between her affection for him and her loyalty to her father and their cause. "I love you too," she whispered softly, her words carrying the weight of her conflicting emotions.
But the reality of her situation loomed large in her mind. She remembered the moment she'd revealed to her father, Masim, that David is a spy for Earth. Her father, a warlord within the Lucian Alliance, harbored a deep disdain for any association with Earth.
"Earth abandoned the galaxy after defeating the Goa'uld and woke up the Wraith," Kiva lamented, echoing her father's sentiments.
David sought to clarify, "Hon, Earth didn't abandon the galaxy. We were safeguarding our interests and fulfilling our obligations under the Protected Planet Treaty."
Kiva closed the small black box containing the Ori plaque, placing it on the bed. She felt David's touch, his hand resting gently on her chest and hip, a silent reassurance amidst the tension.
"The Protected Planet Treaty became void when your military defeated the Goa'uld," Kiva argued, her voice tinged with frustration.
David countered, "But we still have Goa'uld on Earth."
"How is that possible?" Kiva asked, bewildered.
"When they infiltrated the 'Trust,' they implanted those snakes in the heads of businesspeople, bankers, and politicians. It's a challenge to uncover even one Goa'uld spy," David explained, shedding light on the covert infiltration that persisted on Earth despite their victory against the Goa'uld.
The complexities of their conversation mirrored the complexities of their relationship, entwined with personal emotions, familial ties, and the diverging ideologies between Earth and the Lucian Alliance. As the night wore on, Kiva grappled with the weight of her affections and her mission, torn between love and allegiance to her father's cause.
Kiva's focus shifted from the discussion about the Goa'uld as David began to remove the strap of her lingerie. "Tell me more about the Icarus Project," she requested, taking charge and guiding David's hands as she stood up.
David shared details, "Stargate Command has a couple of candidates to command the Icarus base. Colonel Everett Young and myself."
Curious, Kiva moved to the window, parting the drapes to gaze outside. "Anyone else?" she inquired.
"That's all I know," David replied, rising from the bed and wrapping a towel around himself. He sensed that certain questions from Kiva didn't matter, as her intention was to trigger a key phrase to erase his memory.
"How many ships does your government have?" Kiva probed, seeking information that would be erased from David's memory.
"Twenty Daedalus ships and thirty Hybridan frigates were heading towards the Pegasus Galaxy for a diplomatic mission, but something changed," David disclosed.
"Yes, I saw your ships around Jupiter when I entered the system. They seemed to be protecting something," Kiva observed keenly.
"They're patrol vessels," David clarified. "Naval operations operate separately from Stargate Command. I don't have access to fleet operations."
"Then you are no further use for us," Kiva murmured softly, a tear tracing down her cheek. She approached David, whispering a key phrase in his ear.
"Oblivisceris," she uttered quietly, her voice tinged with sorrow.
David paused for a moment, blinking in confusion as he looked at Kiva. "What was I saying?" he said and then he remember. "I need to talk to your father and his permission."
David's unexpected question about seeking her father's permission for marriage puzzled Kiva. "My father's permission for what, David?" she inquired, trying to comprehend the cultural differences between Earth and the Free Human population.
David persisted, "Permission to marry you."
Kiva found the idea preposterous. "You don't need to ask my father's permission," she dismissed, attempting to explain the distinct cultural dynamics on Earth compared to her own world, shaped by the aftermath of the Goa'uld's defeat and the subsequent rise of the Ori's false ideology.
But David, feeling anxious, countered, "Of course he would mind. He's crucial for holding the Lucian Alliance together."
Kiva's revelation halted David's nerves. "David, I told him that you're a double agent," she confessed, touching his cheeks gently.
"He doesn't care, unless Earth provokes him," Kiva explained, emphasizing her father's leniency towards David, despite his role.
David was taken aback. "You told him about me," he murmured, turning away momentarily.
"That was before I fell in love with you," Kiva confessed, moving closer to him from behind, seeking to reassure him of her feelings.
"You really love me," David acknowledged, a smile lighting up his face.
"I'd rather spend my time on Earth with you, David," Kiva admitted, hinting at a desire for a life together on Earth. "The SGC doesn't mind, do they?"
"No, they have no issue with your faction," David reassured her, turning to face her.
With a teasing gesture, Kiva traced her finger along David's chest and down, playfully acknowledging his physical fitness. "You're fit for a fighter pilot," she remarked, their conversation shifting from the weighty discussions of alliances and conflicts to a moment of lighthearted flirtation and affection.
Jupiter, Sol System
January 20, 2011
Jupiter, once worshiped by the Roman's empire as the pantheon of their gods. The majestic gas giant occupying the fifth position in the solar system, held sway over its moons, with Ganymede standing as one of the most prominent among the 93 celestial satellites orbiting the colossal planet. Hovering in its vicinity were UEA Navy ships, vigilant in their protective stance around the moon.
Suddenly, a bluish anomalous subspace energy cloud erupted as Atlantis emerged from hyperspace. The colossal city-ship, enveloped in its protective shield, glided gracefully past the UEA Navy ships, veering not towards Jupiter but instead targeting Ganymede.
"Prometheus, Dr. Rodney McKay here. We've exited hyperspace and are en route to the moonship," McKay's voice crackled over the radio as he monitored operations from the control tower within Atlantis.
"I thought you were supposed to be on your honeymoon with Jennifer," Samantha's voice sounded over the comms, a hint of curiosity laced in her tone.
"Since you discovered the last legacies of the Alliance of four races, I didn't want to overshadow your endeavors. Jennifer is with me on Atlantis. Call this a working honeymoon," McKay replied, attempting to justify his presence.
"Is this a competition to you?" Samantha quipped, a touch of amusement in her voice.
"Would you two stop bantering?" President Hayes interjected, his tone displaying a hint of exasperation at the trivial exchange.
As Atlantis descended, her star drive engines firing to decelerate the colossal ship, McKay continued to offer suggestions to Sheppard, occasionally bordering on the annoying.
"Remember Sheppard, ease the star drive for a slow descent," McKay's voice persisted over the radio, displaying his keen but sometimes irritating nature.
"I know, Rodney," John replied, trying to focus on the complex task of landing the massive city-ship safely.
"Just that you're going a bit too fast," McKay persisted, pushing the boundaries of patience.
"Mckay…" John attempted to politely interrupt Rodney's stream of advice.
"Just a few kilometers more, Sheppard," McKay pressed on, heedless of the latter's request for silence.
"Mckay, would you please shut up?" John finally snapped, exasperated by the incessant commentary.
"You're the second person to tell me to shut up today. The other was President Hayes," McKay retorted with a hint of humor, heedless of Sheppard's frustration.
Nevertheless, Sheppard expertly maneuvered Atlantis, safely guiding the city-ship to land on the configured docking station on Ganymede's surface. With the ship firmly in place, life support, environmental systems, and power distribution came online, while the protective shields enveloped the entire moon.
"Docking complete," an Asgard holographic image announced. "Welcome to Valhalla. All the knowledge of the Alliance of Four Races is now at your disposal."
Sheppard relayed the confirmation to Prometheus through his earpiece, signifying the successful docking process. Meanwhile, McKay delved into the vast influx of new data and systems, exhilarated by the integration of Valhalla's resources within Atlantis.
In the control chair room, Sheppard scrolled through holographic images, exploring the systems Valhalla had unlocked, until one particular discovery caught his attention—an Autonomous Shipbuilding System. This system could design and construct various ships, from war vessels to fighter crafts, from the ground up through Atlantis's main computer, utilizing replicating parts and materials within 24 hours. It boasted four bays for simultaneous construction.
"General Carter, this is McKay," Rodney's voice echoed over the comms.
"What's up, Rodney?" Samantha inquired.
"You've got to beam up to the control tower; you have to see this," McKay urged, his excitement evident even over the radio.
General John Sheppard made his way toward operations. Just as he arrived, General Samantha Carter and President Hayes beamed onto the Stargate operations on Atlantis.
"Good timing," Sheppard greeted them, executing a salute to the commander-in-chief. "Sir."
In the control center, Rodney McKay's voice echoed as he shouted. "Generals, Mr. President!" McKay hurried down the stairs, his excitement palpable. "You have to see this."
Rodney swiped a few tabs on the tablet, initiating a holographic projection that shimmered into view. The projection displayed Asgardian language interspersed with Lantean and an unfamiliar Furling dialect.
"What am I looking at?" President Hayes inquired, attempting to decipher the Lantean language, being more familiar with Asgardian symbols.
"That's the Autonomous Shipbuilding System. And it's more than that—it contains a ZPM manufacturing facility," Rodney announced with fervor, hoping to impress General Samantha Carter with another groundbreaking discovery.
Samantha, however, was quick to cut through the competitive aura. "Rodney, not everything has to be a competition. We're here for the advancement of humanity and all civilizations in the universe."
"Sorry, it's just my competitive nature," Rodney sheepishly admitted, acknowledging Sam's words.
John Sheppard observed the interaction between the scientific minds and the commander-in-chief, keeping a neutral stance in the midst of their enthusiasm and discussion.
"Where's the computer interface?" Samantha inquired, eager to delve into the newly discovered system.
"Right this way, and you're in luck—it's just a transporter away. Follow me," Rodney responded, leading the way to the transporter chamber.
As they entered the transporter chamber, the door sealed shut, and the interface displayed the entire network available for transport. Red dots indicating transporter locations were visible, and McKay navigated to the shipyard with a tap on the interface. Instantly, they were transported to the heart of the shipyard, eager to explore the marvels within.
As McKay, Sheppard, Carter, and their small contingent stepped out of the transporter, they were met with the grandeur of the shipyard's massive expanse. The facility, dormant for millennia, held within its walls ten unfinished Asgardian Beliskner-class ships.
Automatically, the shipyard illuminated with lights and powered up its computer interface. A resonating voice, distinctly Asgardian, filled the chamber. "Welcome. This is the Shipyard of Valhalla. Here lies the dormant technology of the Alliance of Four Races."
The holographic projections activated, displaying detailed diagrams, blueprints, and schematics elucidating the shipyard's capabilities. The voice continued to guide, showcasing the myriad functions and possibilities inherent within the facility.
"On this interface," the Asgardian voice echoed, "you can upload any ship design, configure its compartments, engines, and power systems according to your specifications. The construction arm will dutifully construct the ship based on your designs."
General Samantha Carter was swift to consider potential enhancements for the Pegasus fleet.
General Sheppard proposed an alternate idea. "We could design a Sovereign-class, like the Enterprise E, could be a remarkable addition."
President Hayes, overseeing the proceedings, concluded his visit to the shipyard, signaling his protective detail to escort him back to the transporter chamber. "I'll be in my office, reevaluating strategies. General Carter, Sheppard and Mckay, I expect to see you 2 there in an hour. I have further plans to discuss."
With a tap on the interface, President Hayes and his detail were transported back to the control tower of Atlantis, leaving the trio of Sheppard, McKay, and Carter amidst the vast possibilities and innovations of the shipyard.
General Carter and General Sheppard entered President Hayes' temporary office in the central tower of Atlantis, attentive to the President's summons.
"You needed to see us, sir?" Carter inquired as they arrived.
Henry folded his arms across his chest. "General Carter, I want to establish a Rapid Reactionary Task Force fleet, with you leading it. This moonship will serve as its headquarters. Design the ship to your liking, I don't mind the specifics."
"A Sovereign-class ship would do the trick," Sheppard suggested with a grin.
Hayes nodded thoughtfully at the proposal. "Agreed. The area of responsibility (AOR) will involve monitoring Lucian Alliance activities. If any threats arise against our UEA member planets, the Rapid Reactionary Taskforce will be the tip of the spear."
"Rules of engagement sir?" Carter inquired about the rules of engagement, seeking clarification.
Hayes replied, "Give them a warning. If the threat persists, you're authorized to take necessary action to neutralize it."
"Are we in a full-blown conflict with the Lucian Alliance, sir?" Sheppard inquired further.
"Unofficially, yes. Officially, not yet," Hayes clarified. "Intel suggests they're planning something significant, and until we know more, I'd rather be prepared."
Carter nodded in understanding. "Do I have the freedom to select the ship captains?"
"Absolutely, I have an eye for your second in Command, Admiral Jonathan O'Neill. I'd prefer seasoned naval captains," Hayes confirmed. "And remember, confidentiality is paramount. This location is top secret, apart from Atlantis."
"Questions will arise regarding Atlantis' disappearance, given its status as the UEA capital," Sheppard remarked.
"Indeed, John. The Tok'ra will be aiding in constructing our new capital using their crystal technology in Geneva," Carter informed Sheppard.
"Furthermore, the UEA Congress is contemplating renaming itself as the Tau'ri Federation. But for now, they are convening at the Capital building in D.C.". Henry says as she sighs. "The UN building in New York is occupied by league of unaligned nations."
"General Carter, build an O'Neil-class battleship equipped with enough quarters for a hundred individuals, a mess hall with food replicators, a gym, and robust weapons systems. It'll be our flagship for the Pegasus Galaxy," Hayes instructed.
"What shall we name her, sir?" Carter inquired.
Hayes thought for a moment. "Let's call her 'Thor's Hammer.'"
As President Hayes concluded his instructions for the construction of the flagship Thor's Hammer, a voice chimed in through Carter and Sheppard's earpieces, interrupting their meeting.
"Sam, John," McKay's voice echoed over the radio.
As McKay's enthusiastic voice streamed through their earpieces, General Sheppard and General Carter found themselves temporarily interrupted in their meeting with President Hayes.
"Rodney, we're in the middle of discussing crucial matters with the President," Sheppard replied.
"Why wasn't I invited to this meeting?" Rodney queried. "I have some groundbreaking news! We can construct space stations, ground vehicles and weapons now, tow them into planetary orbits, and even create orbital defenses!"
"Is that all?" Samantha asked, trying to get Rodney to summarize.
"No, there's more!" Rodney exclaimed. "I stumbled upon a construction ship docked here. It's massive, capable of hyperspace travel to a planet's orbit and building space stations or any orbital defenses you need!"
"We'll be there once we finish our discussion with the President," Sam assured Rodney before closing the communication.
Sheppard glanced at Carter, slightly bemused. "How much is the government paying him?"
"Last I heard, nothing at all. We can replicate virtually anything we desire," President Hayes commented, joining the conversation. "When was the last time you purchased anything?"
"At this rate, we could terminate contracts with defense industries and craft our own ships and weapons," Sam suggested. "That would save us billions of credits, which could then be allocated to our service members."
President Hayes nodded, acknowledging the potential financial benefits and the opportunity to better support their military forces. "Precisely. It's time we utilize our resources effectively and direct the funds where they're truly needed."
The hanger bay was filled with a sense of unity and determination as the UEA Marines stood in formation, their voices rising in the stirring anthem of the UEA Marine Hymn. General Laura Cadman Beckett and Admiral Jonathan O'Neill watched over the assembled troops, their expressions a blend of pride and vigilance.
"Listen up, General Sheppard just docked Atlantis on Valhalla," Laura addressed the Marines, her voice firm and resolute. "To me, it looks like a Deathstar from the movie Star Wars. But this place was created by the Alliance of Four races; The Asgard, Nox, Furling, and our ancestors, The Ancients."
The Marines, attuned to their leaders' instructions, maintained their disciplined attention. Some couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison to the iconic Star Wars reference.
"The President wants the entire moon searched from stem to stern," Jonathan added, his tone echoing Laura's seriousness. "Each company will be assigned to SGC's Commanders and scientists. Do not touch anything that you don't recognize, and do not get lost."
"Log it with your pad and move on; our scientists will determine what it is," he continued, reinforcing the importance of careful documentation and swift but cautious exploration.
"SIR YES SIR!" The unified response echoed throughout the hanger bay, a testament to their discipline and readiness.
"IS THAT CLEAR?" Laura's voice cut through the air with authority.
"SIR YES SIR!" The Marines affirmed in unison, their determination evident.
"WHO ARE WE?" Laura demanded.
"WE ARE MARINES!" The resounding reply echoed off the walls.
With that, the Marines started singing the UEA Marine Hymn, their voices harmonizing in a powerful declaration of unity and purpose. The anthem spoke of valor, determination, and the unwavering resolve of the UEA Marines to stand against threats from across the galaxies, to fight for liberty and freedom wherever they were needed.
As Laura Cadman and Jonathan O'Neill moved through the transporter and emerged in the central tower of Atlantis. As they ascended the stairs, they encountered Sheppard and Carter heading towards the transporter.
"Sheppard, Carter, where are you off to?" Cadman inquired.
"President Hayes wants us to check in with Mckay and what McKay's fuss is all about," Sheppard responded with a grin. "As irritating as he can be, we have to investigate. Who knows, it might be something that could blow up a solar system." A chuckle escaped from John, causing everyone to join in.
"Whatever it is, we can't leave a kid in a candy store," Samantha quipped, sharing a smile with the others.
"Well, good luck," Cadman said as Sheppard and Carter made their way toward the transporter.
"We'll need it," Sam replied, her tone lighthearted as they departed.
As Cadman and O'Neill reached the top of the stairs, Jonathan, who was on Atlantis for the first time, marveled at the ancient language inscribed along each step. It was an enchanting sight that held a mystical aura. Cadman, who had been to Atlantis numerous times, observed Jonathan's appreciation for the view.
"First time on Atlantis?" Cadman inquired with a smile.
"Yep, first time," Jonathan confirmed, still admiring the mesmerizing surroundings.
The crew members passing by were clad in their standard blue shirts, each color signifying their respective departments. Blue was allocated for Engineering and Astrophysics, Yellow for Medical, Red for Leadership, and Black for the military - an organized and efficient system to quickly identify the different roles within the diverse team aboard Atlantis.
"Your father has been on Atlantis plenty of times."
As they conversed, Laura Cadman mentioned Jonathan's father, hinting at his familiarity with Atlantis. This comment seemed to surprise Jonathan, almost as if he hadn't expected her to know about his father's involvement with the place.
"I've been trying to tell you something that's been a secret," Jonathan began.
"Don't tell me, you are a clone," Cadman replied, surprising him with her accurate guess.
"How did you know?" he countered, genuinely surprised.
"How long have we been dating for me to know everything about you?" She punched his right shoulder playfully, a faint smile on her lips. "I know you're a clone of General O'Neill."
"Three years, and we've been on assignment since then. You in one galaxy and I in another," Jonathan revealed, confirming their long-term relationship.
Their conversation was interrupted by President Hayes, who called out to them from his office, distinct from the control center. They entered the office and saluted, awaiting his instructions.
"At ease," President Hayes commanded before inquiring about their assignments with the marines.
"It went well, sir. This entire facility is something else," Cadman reported enthusiastically. "We divided the 10,000 marines into companies chaperoned by Stargate Command commanders and scientists to secure the moon and catalog them."
President Hayes nodded, pleased with their progress, as they discussed the strategic deployment of their forces on Valhalla.
1 month later
Genii Homeworld
Pegasus Galaxy
On the Genii home world, farmers clad in tan coveralls and straw hats tended the Tava bean fields, their reserved soldier instincts ever-present. As the sun beat down, beads of sweat formed on their foreheads. Suddenly, their routine was disrupted by the sight of 12 ships descending from the sky.
In a moment of concern, the farmers ceased their labor, wiping sweat from their brows. These were no Wraith hive ships; otherwise, they would be scrambling underground, preparing for the impending threat. The realization that the ships were not Wraith brought a cautious relief.
A farmer raised his wrist to his mouth, activating a radio communication device. "Commander Ladin Radim. Twelve ships have arrived," he reported with a tone that hinted at both curiosity and uncertainty.
Ladin, a seasoned Genii commander, responded promptly, "Wraith ships?" There was a pause before the reply came through, "No sir, it looks human-built."
"It must be our friends from Earth," Ladin mused, contemplating the implications. The soldiers were well-acquainted with the menacing organic hull of Wraith vessels, but these hovering ships were different.
"What are they doing?" Ladin inquired, seeking information to make sense of the unexpected arrival.
"Sir, it's just hovering, sir," a soldier reported, leaving an air of mystery hanging over the farmland as the human-built ships maintained their enigmatic orbit.
In the underground bunker city of the Genii, Commander Ladon Radim had just been immersed in intelligence reports from across the galaxy when his second-in-command, Sora Tyrus, entered his office with urgent news.
"Ladin, did you hear?" Sora asked, a note of anticipation in her voice.
"Yes, I heard," Ladon replied, looking up from his desk.
Before Ladon could speak further, a hologram of Teyla shimmered into existence before them. Dressed in a standard marine uniform, she wore a warm smile. "Teyla," Sora greeted, "it's been a while."
Teyla, in a customary Athosian bow, acknowledged their presence. "Sora, it's good to see you, both of you."
Ladon leaned back in his chair, focusing on the holographic image. "Teyla, what brings you to the neighborhood?"
"Permission to beam you two aboard our ship," Teyla requested. "We have much to discuss."
Ladon and Sora exchanged glances before nodding. "First time for everything, right?" Ladon remarked.
As the beam of light engulfed them, they dematerialized, finding themselves in a new environment—military gray bulkheads adorned with monitors. Sora marveled at a viewport, and Teyla, accompanied by Commander Sealy Booth, stood next to an unfamiliar control panel.
"Welcome aboard the Earth Ship Momotarō," Teyla greeted. "Sorry to startle your people on the ground. We couldn't risk beaming you aboard unexpectedly and riling your troops."
Sora embraced Teyla, noticing her friend's pregnancy. "It's alright," she reassured.
Ladon sensed the hum of the ship's engines as it ascended to a geosynchronous orbit of the Genii homeworld. "We are in a geosynchronous orbit of your world," Commander Booth announced. "Might want to inform your soldiers."
Ladon, awestruck by the sight of his home world from space, nodded. "Sorry, I will tell them to stand down."
As they walked toward the conference room, passing the ship's crew going about their duties, they reached the bridge at the main level. Sora couldn't contain her curiosity. "How many ships does Earth have?"
"Twelve ships in your star system and eighteen at our new base," Teyla revealed.
Ladon, attempting to catch up on Teyla's life, asked, "So Teyla, how have you been for the last two years?"
"I married John Sheppard, I have a son named Torren, and a baby on the way," Teyla shared.
Sora smiled and hugged her friend again. "Congrats, Teyla. I didn't think he's your type," Ladon added with a playful smirk.
Teyla chuckled at Ladon's remark. "People change, Ladon, and so do their preferences."
"If you didn't take him, I would have if it wasn't for Kolya," Sora said, squinting her eyes. Teyla muttered under her breath, "You and other women in this galaxy." Sora, catching Teyla's words, smiled even more. "I see a hint of jealousy," she said casually. "You don't have to worry about me making a move on your husband."
"Why is that?" Teyla asked.
Ladon interjected, revealing a surprising connection. "Sora is not only my second in command, she is also my wife."
As the group continued down the corridor, heading for the conference room, Ladon couldn't resist glancing through the ship's windows and monitors on the bulkhead. The unfamiliar operating system intrigued him as he watched the landscapes of his homeworld shift while the Momotarō maintained its orbit.
"Your operating system is complex," Ladon commented.
"In case there are intruders onboard, they wouldn't be able to control the ship," Booth explained. "We hired the best people to design our ship's computer operating system."
"I see. By looking at the operating system, I can tell it takes years to learn," Ladon remarked.
"We have an academy for that," Booth replied, careful not to disclose more information about the LCARS system created by Michael Okuda.
Upon reaching the conference room, Teyla initiated the conversation. "There's much we need to discuss. The reason we're here is not a casual visit."
Ladon and Sora took their seats, facing Teyla and Commander Booth. Ladon leaned forward with a serious expression. "I assumed as much. What brings Earth's ships to our doorstep?"
Commander Booth activated a holographic display, showing a map of the Pegasus Galaxy with a reticle highlighting the northwest region. "What do you know about the Harbingers?"
"Very little," Sora admitted, and Ladon nodded in agreement. "My mom read me bedtime stories about the Harbingers devouring people and Wraith, but they prefer Wraith."
"That's just to scare us if we don't do our chores," Sora added.
"We don't know what they look like. My people are scouring the Atlantis database for references, but we've found nothing concrete," Booth explained. "Maybe it was Janus; he probably kept it a secret."
Ladon, unintentionally revealing a Genii secret, spoke about Janus. "He was a Lantean scientist who formed the Genii Confederation thousands of years ago to battle the Wraith. He kept records away from the prying eyes of the Lantean Council."
Teyla, curious about Ladon's knowledge, questioned, "How did you come by this information?"
"I have been cleaning house since I took command, and there are things that became uncovered," Ladon confessed.
As they settled into their seats, the intercom crackled to life, breaking the room's silence. "Commander Booth, the President is on holocomms," a disembodied female voice announced.
"Put him through to the conference room," Booth ordered.
The holographic image of President Hayes shimmered into view, a warm smile gracing his face. The room stood to attention, but President Hayes waved a hand. "At ease," he ordered with a relaxed demeanor.
"Commander Ladon Radin and Commander Sora Tyrus. It's an honor to meet you two," President Hayes greeted.
Ladon and Sora exchanged a quick glance before nodding respectfully to the President. "The honor is ours, Mr. President," Ladon replied.
"Have Teyla Sheppard and Commander Booth briefed you two on why we are here?" President Hayes inquired.
"No, sir. I think they were getting to that," Sora replied. "Ladin was distracted by your ships and computer design. What's it called?"
"Library Computer Access and Retrieval System," Commander Booth responded.
President Hayes chuckled, injecting a bit of humor. "If it was up to me, I would use Windows."
The joke elicited laughter from Commander Booth and Teyla, leaving Ladon and Sora slightly bewildered by the reference.
"It's an operating system for civilian computers. The military spent millions of dollars just to get the rights to use a fictional operating system installed in all of UEA Naval ships and made it work, but that's neither here nor there," Hayes explained, seeing their confusion.
"Anyway, we are here to establish an alliance with the people in this galaxy," Hayes continued, steering the conversation back to the main purpose of their meeting.
Ladon leaned forward, intrigued. "An alliance? What kind of alliance?"
"This galaxy still faces the threat of the Wraith," Hayes revealed. "In our galaxy, we freed the people from the Goa'uld, the Replicators, and the Ori. We've managed to hinder the Wraith from gaining a foothold."
Ladon and Sora exchanged surprised glances. "You've been successful in defeating such powerful adversaries?" Ladon questioned.
"The Goa'uld held power for over 20,000 years, and in just 10 short years, we defeated them," Hayes affirmed, emphasizing the remarkable achievement.
As the door slid open, a Serrakin military attaché, affiliated with the UEA Interstellar Affairs, entered the room carrying several packets of papers. His appearance was unfamiliar to Ladon and Sora, who watched curiously as he placed the document packets on the table.
"What is this?" Sora inquired, eyeing the papers with curiosity.
Ladon examined the language inscribed on the documents. "It's in Genii. Tau'ri Federation Pegasus Command Defensive Pact," he announced, slightly taken aback.
"I thought it was the United Earth Alliance," Sora remarked, voicing her confusion.
"The General Assembly voted to change the name to Tau'ri Federation. Tau'ri means 'First One' in Goa'uld. I'll be going to sign and ratify the resolution in a couple of days," President Hayes explained.
Ladon expressed concerns about the Genii's contributions. "What can we bring to the table? We only have Tava beans to trade with or a network of spies in the galaxy. We can barely feed our people."
Commander Booth stood up and approached a food fabrication unit fused to the wall. "Commander Radin, this is a food fabricator. It replicates food out of nothing," he explained. With a few commands on the console, a cup of coffee materialized and was handed to Ladon.
Ladon stared at the steaming cup in disbelief and cautiously took a sip. "I thought this was impossible," he murmured in amazement.
Commander Booth then presented a rose to Sora, who sniffed it with astonishment. "It smells like a real flower," she observed, surprised by the authenticity.
"With the defensive pact, your people won't go hungry or have to hide from the Wraith again," Hayes assured them, emphasizing the benefits of their alliance.
Sora glanced at Commander Booth, her demeanor changing slightly as she bit her bottom lip and twirled her blond hair. "Can I have Commander Booth as an attaché to the Genii?" she requested.
"Sure, he's Naval Intelligence," Henry Hayes agreed casually, noting the request without hesitation.
Back on New Atlantis, General Sheppard, Commander Ronan Dex, and several hundred Marines meticulously scoured the sister ship of Atlantis. Their primary objective was to ensure the structural integrity and safety of the millennia-old city ship, hidden beneath layers of shrubbery and dirt, with the tower still standing tall.
"General, how is New Atlantis?" Captain Evan Lorne's voice crackled over the comms.
"We're conducting thorough checks to ascertain its stability and potential hazards. So far, so good," Sheppard replied, his voice echoing through the desolate corridors of the ancient city.
"The Corp of Engineers is ready when you beam back to the ship. Zelenka says he can use the beam array from the ship's weapons to clear the dirt and shrubbery. With any luck, Colonel Colton and his team can install the Stargate in the tower," Lorne informed them.
"So far, so good," Sheppard affirmed as he approached a control console in the tower. The control systems had been dormant since Rodney drained the Zero Point Module during their last visit.
"The controls are active," Sheppard reported as the dimly lit console flickered to life, displaying ancient symbols and systems.
Suddenly, Ronan's voice came over the radio. "Sheppard."
"Chewie," Sheppard responded, using Ronan's nickname.
"It's all clear here. There are just a couple of puddle jumpers left in the jumper bay. I've placed transporter enhancers for Thor's Hammer to beam them up," Ronan reported.
"What do you mean by 'a couple'?" Sheppard inquired.
"Twenty jumpers," Ronan clarified.
"That's not a couple," Sheppard chuckled. "Lorne, beam the remaining jumpers to Thor's Hammer," he ordered, making arrangements to transport the jumpers elsewhere.
USS Thor's Hammer
New Atlantis
As Sheppard, Ronan, and the Marines beamed back to Thor's Hammer, they navigated the expansive corridors of the ship, heading towards their next objectives. Walking past the conference room, Sheppard noticed President Henry Hayes engaged in what seemed like a private conversation on a holocomms. On closer inspection, it became evident that he was conversing with Ladon Radin, the Genii commander.
As they entered the bridge, Sheppard observed Captain Lorne intently studying a tablet with Dr. Zelenka. Lorne acknowledged Zelenka with a nod before turning his attention to Sheppard's arrival.
"Zelenka," Sheppard called out to the Czech mechanical engineer.
"General, sir," Zelenka greeted, saluting instinctively, a gesture slightly unusual considering his civilian ranking as a Specialist First Class.
"At ease," Sheppard replied before inquiring, "How are you planning to use the ship's beam array to clear the dirt and greenery?"
Zelenka adjusted his glasses, ready to explain the technicalities of their plan. "Thor's Hammer has several beam emitter settings. The one we'll use to remove the shrubbery and dirt from the city ship is a disintegration beam."
Sheppard raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Disintegration?"
"Yes, but not in the sense of causing destruction," Zelenka clarified. "This setting atomizes organic matter, essentially breaking down the shrubs and dirt into their base components, which can then be safely transported or dispersed away from the city ship."
"It won't harm the structure of the city ship itself, right?" Sheppard asked, his concern evident.
"No, no, General. The disintegration setting is precise. It'll only target organic matter, leaving the city ship unharmed," Zelenka assured him.
"Alright, proceed with the plan," Sheppard nodded, placing his confidence in Zelenka's expertise.
As Thor's Hammer initiated the disintegration beam, bright flashes of light shot out, precisely targeting the organic matter that covered the ancient city. Down in the village below, the inhabitants noticed the sudden bursts of light and panicked, running for cover towards their houses.
"It's alright, it won't hurt us!" Eldred, a prominent figure among the villagers, reassured the frantic residents. His voice resonated, calming the alarmed people as he gestured for them to stay calm and seek shelter.
Above, the disintegration beam continued its work, effectively clearing the shrubbery and dirt that had concealed the city for centuries. The precise technology worked meticulously, leaving the structures of the city unscathed while eradicating the overgrowth that had enveloped the ancient architecture.
Remarkably, once the organic matter was dispersed, the beam seemed to alter its function. Rather than dissolving the vegetation, it repurposed and redirected the broken-down particles. The disintegration beam began a process of repair, utilizing the disintegrated organic material to mend and restore the city itself.
The particles, once dirt and foliage, merged and reconstructed, reshaping the broken walls and eroded structures. The disintegration beam, in a surprising twist, acted as a catalyst for reconstruction, filling in cracks, restoring worn-out edifices, and revitalizing the city's long-lost splendor.
Sheppard, Ronan, and the team observed from Thor's Hammer as the ancient city underwent a remarkable transformation. The once-obscured towers now stood tall and pristine against the backdrop of Pegasus Galaxy's sky, the cityscape emerging anew from its lengthy slumber.
"Looks like this city is finally getting the makeover it deserved," Sheppard remarked, his eyes fixed on the mesmerizing display of the city's rejuvenation.
Larrin on the other hand stood on the bridge of Thor's Hammer, her gaze alternating between observing the UEA Naval crew at work and the spectacular sight of Atlantis's sister city ship being freed from its overgrown cover of greenery and dirt. Spotting General Sheppard and Ronan Dex watching the scene, she strode over, her swagger apparent.
"Hey, Sheppard, enjoying the show?" Larrin quipped, her tone teasing.
As she approached, she carried a packet of documents labeled Tau'ri Federation Pegasus Command Defensive Pact, which she had received from the UEA President.
"What do I get out of this if my government signs this document of yours?" Larrin inquired, her eyes fixated on the transforming city ship displayed on the viewscreen.
"For one, you won't be called travelers anymore. You'll be part of the Tau'ri and your ships will integrate into the Navy, antiquated at best" Sheppard began, listing the benefits. "It would mean having friends in powerful places, access to advanced technology, and perhaps the opportunity for mutually beneficial both of us."
"Advanced technology and powerful friends sound appealing," Larrin acknowledged, considering the proposal. But then she raised a crucial concern. "What assurances can you offer that our interests won't be overshadowed or dismissed within this alliance?"
"Well, for one, as a member, you will be on a governing council," Sheppard explained, attempting to assure her of their inclusion in decision-making processes. However, his explanation was interrupted by his inadvertent gaze downward.
Larrin smirked and playfully bumped Sheppard's forehead. "Eyes up here, General. No, it's too long, and there are no pictures," she quipped, lightly tapping his shoulder and continuing, "What am I looking at?"
Sheppard was momentarily at a loss for words when Dr. Zelenka approached, ready to provide an explanation to Larrin about the intricate technicalities of the city ship's transformation.
"Ah, Miss Larrin, let me elucidate," Zelenka began, noticing Larrin's curiosity and Sheppard's slight bewilderment. He eagerly stepped forward, gesturing toward the viewscreen showcasing the city ship's transformation. "What you're witnessing is an extraordinary utilization of the disintegration beam. It's breaking down the organic matter covering the city and repurposing it to restore the structures within the city."
Larrin listened intently as Zelenka elaborated on the complex process, delving into the scientific intricacies of how the disintegrated particles were being reconstituted to rebuild the architectural elements of the city.
"So, this beam disintegrates the dirt and greens into tiny particles and then rebuilds the city with it?" Larrin sought clarification, her curiosity piqued.
"Essentially, yes," Zelenka confirmed with a nod. "It's a rather unique application of technology. The disintegration process breaks down the organic matter into its base elements, allowing for reformation and reconstruction. It's fascinating, isn't it?"
Larrin nodded in appreciation, impressed by the technological prowess demonstrated by the Tau'ri. She turned her attention back to Sheppard, resuming their earlier conversation.
"Alright, Sheppard, you've made a compelling pitch," Larrin remarked, acknowledging the potential benefits. "But before I agree, I'll need some time to discuss this with my people. This is a significant decision."
"We understand. Take all the time you need," Sheppard replied, giving her a reassuring nod. "And this City Ship will be the capital of Pegasus Command?"
"Yes," Zelenka interjected, eager to provide information. "Once it's fully operational and integrated into the Tau'ri Alliance, this city will serve as the central hub of Pegasus Command, overseeing defense, exploration, and diplomatic endeavors throughout the galaxy."
Larrin mulled over the details, recognizing the weight of the decision ahead as she observed the city ship's transformation,
"Maybe you can contact your leaders here," Sheppard suggested, attempting to facilitate the decision-making process.
Larrin flashed a smile. "Are you trying to keep me here?" she teased, with a hint of playfulness in her tone.
As Sheppard led Larrin to the communication station on the bridge, he gestured towards the holographic images of the subspace bandwidth. "You can contact your people here," he offered, indicating the communication capabilities available.
"I will be in my quarters with my sons and Mara," Sheppard mentioned, excusing himself as he headed out of the bridge, entering the transporter elevator that took him to Deck 3 where his quarters were located. Swiping his hand over the holographic control, the door opened, revealing Mara playing with Little John and Torren on the sofa.
"How did it go with New Atlantis restoration and Larrin?" Mara, Sheppard's second wife, whom Teyla wholeheartedly approved of, inquired.
"It went well. Larrin can sometimes be a head case," Sheppard replied, settling down on the sofa next to Mara. She carried Little John and planted a kiss on Sheppard's cheek.
"I'm talking about the alliance with the Travelers," Mara clarified. "She's talking to the leadership right now," Sheppard explained, receiving his son's affectionate call.
As Little John reached out to his dad, Sheppard lifted him up, sharing a heartfelt smile with his son. "Daddy," Little John said softly.
"I spoke to Teyla a couple of minutes ago," Mara informed Sheppard, prompting his curiosity.
"What did she say?" he asked.
"She said to make you happy while she's away," Mara replied warmly. Sheppard smiled, appreciating the sentiment.
"I'm already happy with you and Teyla. I've never been in a polygamous relationship, and it's considered taboo on my planet," Sheppard admitted, discussing the complexities of their unique situation.
"In this galaxy, with the constant threat of the Wraith, there's no shame in having multiple wives," Mara reassured him, acknowledging the cultural differences and the realities they faced in their shared existence in Pegasus.
Genii Homeworld
Pegasus Galaxy
Inside the Momotarō, Teyla Emmagan awaited Commander Ladon Radin's arrival in her temporary office, anticipating the crucial decision regarding the Defensive Pact. The door slid open, and to her surprise, it was Sora who entered.
"Sora, what an unexpected surprise," Teyla greeted her warmly. "Please, have a seat. Do you want anything to drink?" she offered hospitably.
"Tava bean tea on the rocks," Sora replied, referencing a drink similar to a Manhattan ice tea, made from Tava beans.
Teyla approached the replicator on her desk and pressed a button on the control panel. "Computer, one Tava bean tea with two cubes of ice," she ordered, expecting the system to generate the beverage.
"Unknown beverage, please specify parameters," the computer responded, prompting Teyla's realization that the drink might take a moment due to its novelty.
"It may take a moment, Sora," Teyla apologized, placing the Tava bean on the replicator's pad. "Computer, scan Tava bean."
"Scanning… Tava bean scan complete and stored in replicator pattern buffer. Do you wish to proceed with an alcoholic beverage?" the computer inquired.
"Yes," Teyla confirmed.
As the glass of Tava bean tea materialized, Sora eagerly took the glass and tasted the concoction. "Delicious," she praised after taking a sip, savoring the unique flavor of the Tava bean tea.
Teyla smiled, pleased with the successful replication and Sora's positive response. "I'm glad you like it. Now, I suppose we wait for Ladon's decision regarding the Defensive Pact."
As Sora took more sips of the Tava bean tea, she remarked, "I've read through the document, sounds promising." Before Teyla could respond, Sora interrupted with something evidently pressing on her mind.
"Teyla, I have to tell you something that's been chewing at me for a long time," Sora began, her voice heavy with emotion.
"What is it?" Teyla inquired, sensing the gravity of Sora's feelings.
"When I joined Kolya's command, I wanted revenge for the death of my father and my betrothed. I didn't know he was going to take Atlantis," Sora confided, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Sora, there is nothing to apologize for. It's all in the past," Teyla reassured her gently, trying to offer solace.
"Really? When you said that if I ever come across you again that I wouldn't know what's coming," Sora recalled the earlier threat, her heart heavy with remorse.
"That's before I became a mother of two… three…make that four and a husband," Teyla explained, hinting at the complexities of her life. Sora's eyes widened with curiosity and excitement at the mention of three kids.
"Four kids? I thought it's one and the other on the way." Sora asked, a mixture of surprise and eagerness as she wiped away her tears.
"Well, it's kind of a long story involving my husband's escapades during one of our missions a couple of years back," Teyla replied, offering a glimpse into the intriguing twists and turns of her personal life.
Valhalla, Jupiter Orbit
February 20, 2011
Nicholas Rush yawned and stretched as he rose from bed in his quarters on Atlantis. He drew open the window curtain, revealing a view of Jupiter, where the moonship that Atlantis is docked on, He watched test pilots maneuvering their new F302 variants, he noticed their caution due to Jupiter's gravity.
"Time to get up, Mandy," Nicholas called out, leaning in to kiss Amanda Perry, who was still nestled in bed.
"Isn't there a better view than this dull gas giant?" Amanda chuckled, rolling over. "I just want to stay here with you." Amanda said as eagerly sat up. "I've got some experiments in mind since I'm not confined to that wheelchair anymore,"
"Experiment with me? Should I be worried?" Nicholas teased, flashing a grin at Amanda.
"You know what I mean," she replied playfully.
"True," Nicholas agreed. "But General Carter's pushing for that new hyperdrive engine on the new ships."
"Why does she want that?" Amanda inquired.
"I didn't ask. That's your realm, overseeing ship construction," Nicholas said.
"The job I never wanted," Amanda sighs.
Nicholas headed to the food fabricator and ordered a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a large coffee. As the meal appeared, he placed it next to Amanda, who eagerly dug in, relishing the taste after so long without such pleasures.
"When will you be back?" Amanda asked between bites.
"Not sure. Daniel Jackson's struggling with that 9th Chevron project," Nicholas replied, glancing at the day ahead.
"It will be easier if he puts it in a game." Amanda said. "I asked Angela Montenegro."
"According to the Atlantis database, the Ancients found a signal hidden within the cosmic radiation," Rush explained, drawing Amanda's undivided attention.
"A signal? What kind?" Amanda inquired, intrigued.
"It's a complex waveform, encrypted beyond anything we've seen. The Ancients never fully decoded it, but they believed it came from a distant part of the universe," Rush said, pondering the implications.
"Could it be a distress call?" Amanda mused, her mind racing with possibilities.
"It's hard to say," Rush replied, signaling the need to move forward. "Time for a shower," he announced, heading towards the bathroom. "Dr. Jackson needs the report on planets capable of handling the power for dialing the 9th Chevron on his desk by tomorrow."
"Earth time or Jupiters? Wouldn't a ZPM handle that?" Amanda asked, following him.
"If a ZPM could, I wouldn't be searching for a suitable planet," Rush clarified. "Your focus remains on ship construction."
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Amanda Perry rolled her eyes at the TV screen, where the 'Global Roundtable' show was discussing various topics that seemed misinformed and misleading. As the holographic television shimmered to life, she tuned in to the ongoing discussion while finishing her breakfast.
"The UEA Navy isn't disclosing how much taxpayers' money is going into these warships," Shanice Goldberg, with distinctive dreadlocks, voiced her concern.
Amanda couldn't help but giggle at the misconception. The construction of the ships on Valhalla didn't cost taxpayers a dime; the Autonomous Shipbuilding System efficiently replicated parts for the UEA Navy and Rapid Response Task Force.
"You have no idea," Amanda muttered to herself as Joy Hobbs, the red-headed commentator, chimed in about the dissolution of Congress and the struggle for employment after the revelation of the Starportal.
"It's like the UEA is taking away American jobs," Joy opined, prompting Brandy Guzman to counter with the benefits of food replicators.
"People benefit from food replicators, but not everyone can afford a dollar for a meal," Amanda muttered, shaking her head in disagreement.
Joy Hobbs continued, delving into race issues and diversity within the UEA. "Do you think the UEA is diverse? They're all from Earth. The Serrakin, to me, look like lizards."
Amanda's expression soured at the offensive comparison. The Serrakin were integral members of the UEA, significant contributors to the Navy, and a society that had freed human slaves from the Goa'uld thousands of years ago.
Disgusted by the ignorant comments, Amanda switched off the holographic TV, unwilling to hear more uninformed chatter that belittled and disregarded the diverse contributions of the UEA's members.
Amanda Perry finished dressing for the day, sporting a tan jacket adorned with blue stripes on the collar and cuffs, denoting her position as the Director of Ship Construction. She made her way to the transporter, tapping the shipyard's location on the map interface, instantly arriving at the shipyard office.
Approaching the holographic display of ship designs, Amanda noticed a familiar silhouette. "Is that a Defiant?" she inquired, turning to Dr. Bill Lee, one of her subordinates overseeing the engineering team.
"Good morning, Dr. Perry," Bill greeted, briefly tearing his gaze from the hologram. "Yes, those reverse-engineered Goa'uld sarcophagi are proving effective," he remarked, aware of Amanda's ongoing treatments that had previously confined her to a wheelchair. "And indeed, that's the Defiant."
A smile spread across Amanda's face. "Walking again feels incredible," she expressed before shifting her focus back to the hologram. "Why the interest in the Defiant?"
"I've hit a creative block. I thought I'd explore some existing designs," Bill confessed. "And, well, I may have downloaded the Defiant's schematics," he admitted with a chuckle.
"If you're going to borrow ideas, might as well start with a good one," Amanda teased, eyeing the holographic representation of the Defiant. "Thinking of building it?"
"I was considering it," Bill admitted, seeking Amanda's approval.
"Why not?" Amanda replied. "I don't see Paramount officials anywhere," she remarked, scanning the bustling shipyard.
Bill nodded in agreement, reassured by Amanda's affirmation. He began contemplating the ambitious prospect of constructing a vessel akin to the renowned Defiant, a project that would push their shipbuilding endeavors to new heights.
"How's the progress on the next-generation hyperdrive?" Bill inquired as he followed Perry into her office.
"We've installed it on the Agincourt," Perry replied, leading the conversation. "The initial tests didn't go as well as we hoped."
"Is it a design flaw or an integration issue?" Bill asked, concerned about the setback.
"We're still evaluating. The second trial will take place in a week," Perry explained, emphasizing her determination to perfect the hyperdrive technology.
The current hyperdrive, used throughout the Navy and Rapid Response Task Force, required three weeks for travel to the Pegasus Galaxy, where General John Sheppard's Pegasus Command needed reinforcements. Perry aimed to fine-tune it to reduce travel time to five days.
"Maybe I could take a look at the algorithm when I have some time," Bill suggested, offering his expertise.
"Aren't you busy with the Defiant?" Perry asked, intrigued. "What's the plan?"
"I was thinking of bolstering the RRTF fleet and proving that the Defiant can be built," Bill shared.
"Perhaps the Navy will loan the Defiant to film the next Star Trek series," Perry joked, letting out a hearty laugh.
Next Time On New Atlantis
Icarus Station
Second Lieutenant Vanessa James marched along the corridor of the Icarus Space StationS, her desert battle dress uniform blending with the grayish metallic hue of the bulkheads. Monitors embedded along the walls displayed various readouts and data, while the station hummed with the routine activities of its crew. She strode purposefully toward Colonel Everett Young's office, taking a moment to glance out of the viewport at the desolate planet below, its surface holding the sought-after Naquadria deposits.
Before she could announce her presence, she knocked gently on Colonel Young's door. His focused gaze shifted from the computer screen to meet hers, and he granted her entry with a simple command. "Come in."
"Colonel, sir," Vanessa greeted as she peeked through the doorway.
"Lieutenant James, come in," Colonel Young responded, gesturing for her to enter. "Can I help you?"
"Sir," Vanessa began, standing at attention. "When I requested reassignment, I didn't anticipate being stationed on a remote planet, babysitting scientists."
"It's a six-month rotation, Lieutenant. You'll be back on Earth in no time," Colonel Young reassured her. "Would you rather be with the peacekeeping force in Iraq? They've been in conflict for millennia, and there's no sign of relenting."
"No, sir. I would prefer to be stationed in one of our colonies," Vanessa responded earnestly.
"The SGC's Office of Colonial Affairs is planning to colonize Tau Ceti 3 in a few months. Would you be interested?" Colonel Young inquired, hoping to gauge her preferences.
"Anything but here, sir," Vanessa replied, her tone carrying a tinge of frustration.
"Understood. The Agamemnon will be bringing in fresh troops and UEA VIPs in two days. If you want out of Icarus, I would understand," Colonel Young offered, his voice carrying a note of understanding.
As Vanessa turned to leave, Colonel Young's final question stopped her in her tracks. "Be honest with me, Lieutenant. It seems like you want to get away from Earth."
Vanessa's gaze fell to the ground as she admitted, "To be honest, sir, I just want to get away from Matt."
Before the conversation could continue, the station was suddenly rocked by a jolt, causing alarms to blare throughout the station.
"Battle stations, battle stations," the urgent voice blared over the intercom, the klaxon adding urgency to the announcement. The unexpected disturbance threw the station into a state of alertness and readiness, prompting immediate action from the station's crew.
Colonel Everett Young tapped his earpiece in swift response to the unfolding chaos. "This is Everett, what's going on?" he demanded, seeking a situation report from Operations.
"Ten Ha'tak class vessels have exited out of hyperspace and initiated fire on us, Colonel," Lieutenant Matthew Scott reported, his voice tense with urgency.
"Who are they?" Colonel Young inquired, already sensing the grim possibility.
"I guess it's the Lucian Alliance, sir. They didn't answer to any of our hails," Lt. Scott responded, "They just exit out of hyperspace and start shooting.
"How did they find us, sir?" Second Lieutenant Vanessa James interjected, struggling to maintain her balance as the station trembled under the attack. She followed Colonel Everett as they made their way urgently toward Operations, seeking answers amidst the chaos.
Outside the station, the Icarus Base retaliated fiercely, engaging the assailants with their rail guns and plasma beams. The station's plasma beam struck the Ha'tak ships, penetrating their shields and incinerating them before they exploded into fiery debris.
"They're overwhelming us, sir," Lt. Scott reported grimly. "Three of the Lucian Alliance ships have been destroyed."
"All 302s have been scrambled, sir," a female sensor operations officer, her hair tucked under a blue beret, reported promptly.
"Good. Activate the subspace distress beacon to signal that we're under attack by the Lucian Alliance," Colonel Everett ordered the communications officer, a black male from South Africa, who promptly followed through.
The tumultuous battle in space raged on, 30 F-302 fighters weaving and ducking through the barrage of plasma bolts fired by the Ha'tak vessels and their accompanying gliders. Their mission: safeguard Icarus Base at all costs until reinforcements arrived.
"We have to protect Icarus Base until reinforcements arrive," Colonel Telford's authoritative voice echoed over the radio, his command cutting through the chaos.
Several F-302s engaged in a daring pursuit, chasing the gliders through the planet's atmosphere and effectively intercepting the troop transport carrying Lucian Alliance soldiers. Explosions tore through the air as the pilots successfully halted the transport's advance.
"Icarus is supposed to be a top-secret research facility, David," Colonel Everett's voice cut in over the radio, seeking an explanation amid the chaos.
"Another time, Everett. Maybe?" David responded tersely, his attention wholly focused on the defense of the station and the planet below.
"Echo 1, bandit on your tail," a wingman warned Colonel Telford, prompting a swift maneuver as he banked left to evade the incoming threat.
Back on the station, the situation was dire. The Asgard shields that protected Icarus Base were under relentless assault, the station itself taking a barrage of hits. Its retaliatory strikes with plasma beams and bolts managed to dismantle several Ha'tak vessels, but the enemy's upgraded shields posed a significant challenge.
"How the hell did they upgrade their shields?" Colonel Everett muttered under his breath, the strain evident in his voice.
"Most of these Ha'tak ships are leftovers from Anubis, sir," Lieutenant Matthew Scott, a recent graduate from the Air Force Academy, provided information, his voice tinged with the shock of his first combat experience against remnants of the Goa'uld forces.
Within the station, explosions rocked the corridors as conduits sparked and control crystals ruptured, adding to the chaos of the ongoing assault. Amidst the turmoil, a beacon of hope emerged as a sensor operator reported a breakthrough.
"Sir, hyperspace windows are opening. It's the Agamemnon and the Rapid Taskforce Fleet," the operator announced, a glimmer of optimism in their tone.
"Hail them and tell them to come out swinging," Colonel Everett ordered the communications officer, a sense of anticipation palpable in his command. The arrival of the reinforcements was the much-needed turning point in the fierce battle against the Lucian Alliance onslaught.
A/N: the part with David Telford and Kiva in a hotel room kind got me turned on. i was imagining that i was david Telford, kissing Rhona Mitra. Damn, she's hot.