Central Spire, City of New Atlantis
New Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy
President Henry Hayes stood at the balcony of the central spire, overlooking the vibrant city of New Atlantis. The Corps of Engineers conducted their final inspections, ensuring the structural integrity of the city and the proper functioning of the newly installed Stargate.
Colonel Bryon Colton, the COE commanding officer overseeing the engineering efforts, stood nearby, barking orders to his team. As Hayes approached, the Colonel turned and saluted.
"How's it going, Colonel Colton?" Hayes inquired as he looked over the bustling engineers.
"It's 98 percent complete, sir," Colonel Colton reported with confidence. "We're double-checking everything, making sure all systems are functional before we start moving people in and assigning quarters."
The president nodded approvingly, glancing out at the remarkable sight before them. The city, once hidden under layers of dirt and overgrowth, now shone with renewed vitality. Its architecture stood tall and proud against the backdrop of the revitalized landscape.
"The ZPM at the power plant is performing well," Colonel Colton continued, pointing toward the eastern pier. "It's providing power to 89 percent of the city as we gradually increase the power levels."
Hayes looked down at the surrounding villages, his eyes filled with pride. "It's incredible, isn't it? To think this entire city is buried for so long, hidden from the world. Now look at it."
The president took a moment to absorb the scene before him. The energy of the city is palpable as it gradually came to life, a testament to the determination and hard work of the engineers and the vision of those who had made this revival possible.
As the sun illuminated the city's skyline, casting a warm glow over the once-forgotten city, Hayes couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. New Atlantis is emerging from its slumber, ready to embrace a new era, a beacon of hope and potential for humanity in the vastness of the Pegasus Galaxy.
As the sun began to set, President Hayes felt an inexplicable shift, a sense of transition into another realm. He hadn't physically moved from where he stood, but an ethereal sensation enveloped him.
Turning abruptly, he found himself facing a man adorned in white, an otherworldly radiance emanating from his presence. This figure is impeccably groomed with a calm, serene demeanor.
"Hello, Henry," the man greeted him warmly.
"And you are?" Henry questioned.
"I am Lesus Jetneph," the man replied with a gentle smile.
"Lesus, as in the latin..." Henry began, attempting to grasp the significance of the name.
"You might say that," Lesus acknowledged. "I am what you might call an Ancient."
The weight of realization dawned on Henry. "Does this mean I'm dying?"
Lesus chuckled softly. "When an ascended Ancient appears before someone, it doesn't necessarily imply imminent death. At 72 years of age and in great health, you're not on the brink of passing."
Perplexed, Henry probed further. "What brings you here...in my mind?"
"Many roads lead to the great path," Lesus spoke cryptically. "Only the willing will find their way."
The enigmatic encounter left President Hayes confused and curios, pondering the meaning behind these cryptic words and the unexpected visitation from an otherworldly being. "You're speaking in riddles," he remarked, trying to make sense of the messages.
"If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, then the meal is cooked a long time ago," Lesus replied, that unfazed by Henry's attempt at humor.
"I use a food fabricator. No meals to cook," Henry quipped, trying to bring a lightness to the conversation.
Lesus approached Henry, his presence strangely comforting despite the cryptic nature of their exchange. "There are those who plot your demise," he stated, the gravity of his words punctuating the tranquil setting.
"I know. There are those who want me gone," Henry acknowledged, his gaze falling to the ground. "Disclosing the truth about what's out here in the universe isn't an easy decision."
"Truth is a beacon that guides through darkness," Lesus affirmed, offering Henry a semblance of reassurance. "Your unwavering commitment to unveiling it will pave the way for generations to come."
Henry couldn't help but pose the question, tinged with a hint of curiosity and perhaps some skepticism, "Are you my guardian angel now?"
Lesus's response is straightforward and solemn: "No, I am here to guide you to ascension once you are in your last breath."
Radek Zelenka stepped out of the transporter in operations, his arms full with a holotablet. He quickly made his way towards Henry, who seemed to be lost in thought as he gazed at something on the wall. "Sir," Zelenka said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Colonel Colton, who is busy with his team, paid no mind to Zelenka's arrival.
"Mr. President." Zelenka called out, trying to get Henry's attention. Henry snapped back to reality, turning towards Zelenka with a smile.
"Oh, Dr. Zelenka, when did you get here?" Henry asked.
"Just a minute ago, sir," Zelenka replied. He hesitated for a moment before asking his question. "What were you staring at, sir?"
"I was...in my thoughts,' Henry replied, his gaze returning to the wall. After a beat, he continued, "Anything to report?"
Zelenka nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir. The Stargate is installed, and the dialing device has been recalibrated to account for stellar drift. We are just waiting for your orders to dial Stargate Command in the Milky Way."
Zelenka's words were met with a long silence as Henry's expression grew somber. Suddenly, Zelenka noticed a tear rolling down the President's cheek. "Sir, are you alright?" Zelenka asked, concern evident in his voice.
Henry quickly wiped away the tear with his sleeve. "It's just the dust," he said, trying to brush off his emotions. "Go ahead and dial the gate to the SGC." he instructed, giving his thumbprint on the holotablet.
"Yes, sir." Zelenka said, He couldn't help but notice the sadness in Henry's eyes, and it made him wonder what the President is really thinking about.
Before he could dwell on it any longer, Henry's voice cut through the air. "You know, Dr. Zelenka, you are due for a promotion." Zelenka's eyes widened in surprise. He had never expected such recognition from the President. "From Specialist to Sergeant, how that sound?" Henry clarified.
"But I am not military sir." Zelenka stuttered.
"No, but you are a valuable member of the SGC. With this promotion comes added responsibilities," Henry explained, looking towards the window.
It is then that Henry tapped his earpiece, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is Hayes, beam me up to Thor's Hammer." And with that, the President disappeared.
Zelenka is left alone in operations, his mind reeling with thoughts of what lay ahead. He knew that with a promotion came more responsibilities, but he is ready to face it all. After all, he is a part of the SGC.
Presidential Quarters, Thor's Hammer
New Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the holographic displays casting long shadows across the walls. Henry rematerialized in his quarters, the familiar tingling sensation dissipating as he regained his solid form. He had just returned from a long day of work, overseeing matters as the leader of the United Earth Alliance.
As he appeared, his wife Eleanor looked up from the tablet she was perusing, a warm smile on her face. She had grown accustomed to her husband's sudden arrivals, a side effect of his responsibilities. The couple had been married for over twenty years, weathering the storms of political unrest and unknown cosmic threats together.
"Good evening, honey. How was work?" Eleanor asked, rising from the plush armchair to greet him with a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Henry sighed and sank down onto the couch, his exhaustion evident. "Stargate Operations is online now," he began, his voice tinged with weariness. "But we've encountered a problem. There's been an incident onboard the Momotaro."
Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity piqued. "An incident? What happened?"
"It seems that Commander Jared Booth is a Goa'uld spy," Henry explained, his voice filled with the weight of the revelation.
"A Goa'uld spy?" Eleanor repeated in shock, her mind struggling to process the implications. The existence of aliens, traveling between galaxies using a network of ancient portals, had become a reality since the discovery of the Stargate.
"Yes, a few years ago he was working in deep cover for Naval Intelligence with Colonel David Telford until Telford outed him to protect his own cover," Henry continued, his exhaustion momentarily replaced by a hint of frustration. He paused, unsure if he should divulge classified information to his wife. "You don't mind me sharing intergalactic secrets, do you?"
Eleanor smiled reassuringly, her understanding shining through. "None at all, Henry. You know I support you in everything you do. We've built the United Earth Alliance together, and we've always trusted each other with our secrets."
Henry's tension eased as he absorbed her words. He knew he was fortunate to have a partner like her, someone who shared his vision and stood by his side in the face of unimaginable challenges.
"Thank you, my dear," Henry replied, his fatigue melting away slightly. "Ever since the formation of the United Earth Alliance and the subsequent push for the UEA Congress to transition into the Tau'ri Federation, we've been ahead of the game."
Eleanor nodded, a glint of pride in her eyes. "That's why you're the leader, Henry. You've always had a knack for foreseeing the challenges we'll face and taking proactive measures."
Henry smiled, grateful for her unwavering support. But then Eleanor's expression turned serious, her gaze searching his face.
"Oh, on that note," she began, her tone thoughtful. "I've been observing some chemistry between Larrin from the Travelers and General John Sheppard."
Henry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity aroused. "Is that so? And what do you make of it?"
Eleanor shifted closer to him, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and strategic planning. "Well, you've already approved Queen Mara and General Sheppard's marriage of state.
"Interesting," Henry mused, breaking the silence. "But John already has two wives, can he handle three?"
Eleanor chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I have no doubt that he can, with the right balance and understanding. But ultimately, it is for him to decide. However, I can't help but wonder if John knows about Nancy's marriage to our son, Jack, and their adorable son, Jonathan."
Henry took a moment to process this information. "No, he doesn't care. All he knows is that Nancy married some guy named Jack," he replied. "Ever since the divorce, he seemed to throw caution to the winds, risking his own life, disobeying commands. If I hadn't stepped in and stationed him at McMurdo, who knows what might have happened? But now, he seems content with Teyla."
Eleanor nodded, understanding the complexities of human relationships. She trusted Henry's judgment and knew he had a keen eye for potential alliances and partnerships.
As Henry pondered on their conversation, a contemplative expression crossed his face. "You know, Ela, there's something else I need to tell you," he said, his voice taking on a more earnest tone. "While I was in another realm, I encountered someone, an ascended ancient, much like Oma Desala."
Eleanor's eyes widened with intrigue and curiosity. She had read extensively about ascended ancients from SGC reports, but this encounter appeared to be unique in nature.
"He called himself Lesus," Henry continued solemnly. "And it struck me that his name bears remarkable resemblance to Jesus or Yeshua in Latin."
The realization hit Eleanor like a bolt of lightning. "You mean to say that this ascended ancient, Lesus, is posing as Jesus?"
Henry nodded, the weight of the revelation bearing down upon him. "Considering the Asgard masquerading as Nordic gods and the Goa'uld impersonating Egyptian deities, it all seems too coincidental."
"But are ascended ancients truly gods? They are not gods," Eleanor interjected, voicing her doubts.
Henry paused, grappling with the weight of uncertainty. "It's possible," he finally admitted. "Look at the evidence we've witnessed so far, the powerful beings who have influenced human history. But that doesn't mean we should blindly accept their claims as divinity."
Eleanor nodded, her mind racing with questions and possibilities. The implications for their faith loomed large. "What does this mean for our own beliefs? How do we reconcile our faith with these newfound revelations?"
Henry's brows furrowed, torn between the comfort of his beliefs and the unknown. "I don't know," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "All I can do is continue searching for the truth and stay true to my convictions until I find the answers."
Eleanor reached out, gently placing her hand on Henry's shoulder, her eyes filled with unwavering love and understanding. "We'll figure this out together," she reassured him. "In the meantime, we will continue to do what we believe is right and navigate these uncharted waters."
As they held each other close, love and faith intertwining, a mix of trepidation and anticipation filled Henry's heart. His encounter with Lesus had shaken the foundation of his beliefs, but Eleanor's unwavering support provided the strength he needed to face the challenges ahead.
"Honey, a lot has changed since the disclosure of the Stargate and the revelation of life on other planets," Eleanor gently reminded him. "History and science books have been rewritten. We're no longer at the center of the universe."
Tears welled up in Henry's eyes as he nodded, the weight of the universe's vastness pressing on his shoulders. "I'm not worried about that, Ela," he said, his voice filled with a combination of sadness and anticipation. "The ascended ancient has warned me about those who plot my demise, assuring me that Jesus will guide me to ascension when my time comes."
Eleanor's concern deepened, urging Henry to reveal more about these potential threats. "Do you have any further information about those who pose a threat?" she asked, mindful of the cryptic nature of the ancient's messages.
Henry met her gaze, searching for reassurance within the depths of her eyes. Though his physical age had advanced, he felt rejuvenated, mimicking the vigour he possessed in his thirties.
"Henry, don't worry yourself about it," Eleanor said, quoting from Matthew 6:25. "For this reason, I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on."
Henry's lips curled into a soft chuckle, drawing strength from Eleanor's perspective. "We've been married for thirty-two years," he began, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "Throughout those years, I've faced dangers and hardships, ventured into the unknown, fought in wars, and yet, I always came back home to you, to our son Jack. Nothing has shaken me as much as marrying you did."
Eleanor's eyes shimmered with tears, overcome by the depth of their shared love and journey. "Being a Christian isn't always as straightforward when your faith is tested by an ascended ancient masquerading as Jesus," she confessed, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "But what if Lesus truly is Jesus? What if he chose a corporeal form to teach humanity to love one another, perform miracles, and transcend the battles that consume us?"
"Henry, whatever happens, know that I will always love you," Eleanor whispered, their bond solidified through decades of shared experiences.
Henry leaned in, capturing Eleanor's lips in a tender kiss.
Sheppard's Quarters, Thor's Hammer
New Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy
Teyla entered her quarters onboard Thor's Hammer after a long and grueling day commanding the USS Momotaro. It had been a 6-hour journey to the Genii home world and 6 hours back to New Atlantis. It was almost 25:00, and the day on New Atlantis lasted 26 hours. Exhausted, she quietly walked towards her master bedroom, hoping for some peace and rest.
As she pushed the door open, what she saw didn't stunned her. Her husband, John Sheppard, was fast asleep in bed with his second wife, Queen Mara. It was a marriage of state, as Queen Mara's homeworld was crucial for the Tau'ri Federation to establish a base of operations. In exchange, Queen Mara desired John Sheppard as a husband and a father for their son, little John. Little John was born out of wedlock from a previous mission years ago, and John had come to accept him as his own. Torren, Teyla's son from her previous relationship with Kanaan, had also become a part of their extended family in the Pegasus Galaxy. Teyla had accepted this unconventional arrangement, understanding that it was common in their world.
She quietly took off her jacket and placed it on the couch before making her way to Torren and Little John's room. The children were sound asleep, and she leaned down to give her son Torren a kiss. Suddenly, her husband startled her by holding her from behind and began kissing her neck. Teyla couldn't help but moan as John's hands brushed up against her breast, gently rubbing it.
"I miss you so much," John whispered.
"I know, I miss you too," Teyla responded, her voice filled with longing.
"What happened to Jared Booth?" John asked. He had caught snippets of information during his briefing with the captain of the Pavel Chekov on the mission to Harbinger's space.
"Let's talk outside in the living room," Teyla whispered in John's ear. She held his hand and led him to the living room, ensuring that they wouldn't disturb the children who were still peacefully sleeping.
As they settled on the couch, Teyla began to share the news. "Jared confessed that he was working for the Goa'uld."
"Which one?" John asked, a mix of surprise and concern in his voice.
"Ba'al," Teyla replied.
"I thought the Tok'ra had extracted the last clone of Ba'al," John said, puzzled.
"Apparently not," Teyla replied as she took off her clothes and bra, putting on more comfortable attire. She sat back down on John's lap, their bare skin pressed against each other. "He's currently in the brig in the city and will be transferred to Tok'ra Intelligence in the morning."
As they sat together, finding solace in each other's embrace, John changed the topic. "Larrin's father is coming to sign the Pact."
"What's his role?" Teyla inquired, curious about the reason behind Larrin's father's visit.
"He's the High Admiral," John replied with a grin. "Seems he wants to meet the man who knocked up Larrin and gave him a granddaughter."
Teyla chuckled softly. "Did she not tell her father the truth?"
"Nope," John said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"All that trouble for the ancient gene," Teyla remarked before the chime on the door interrupted them. They quickly put on their robes, and Teyla went to answer the door.
Pressing the button, the door slid open to reveal Henry Hayes, the President of the Tau'ri Alliance. Teyla greeted him politely, while John saluted. She could see sadness in the President's eyes as he ordered the General to relax.
"I just met an ascended Ancient," President Hayes began. "John, I know you've encountered several of them."
Few Minutes Later
The Mess Hall of Thor's Hammer was dimly lit at 1 in the morning, as Henry Hayes, Teyla Emmagan, and General John Sheppard sat around a table, the only occupants in the room. The usual hustle and bustle of the mess hall was replaced by a serene silence, with everyone else asleep in their quarters. The only sounds that could be heard were the distant hum of machinery and the quiet conversations of the night shift on the Thor's Hammer and the skeleton crew on New Atlantis Gate Operations.
Henry, dressed in his casual clothes, donned a grey sweater that proudly displayed the name of the ship they were on. He took a sip of his hot brewed tea, which he had just obtained from the beverage fabricator. Its warmth spread through his body, comforting him in the late hour.
Teyla, in her modest pink robe, replicated a glass of water and took a seat beside her husband, John, who wore a black shirt and black khakis. A cup of decaffeinated coffee materialized before him, and he took a slow sip, savoring the rich flavor.
Teyla broke the silence. "So, Mr. President, what is the name of the Ascended Ancient?"
A smile crept across Henry's lips. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you," he replied. "Please, call me Henry. We are leaders, after all."
Teyla nodded respectfully, her eyes reflecting sincere apologies. "Sorry, Henry."
"There's no need to apologize," Henry assured her. "From one leader to another, we understand each other."
With everyone settled, the moment of revelation arrived. "His name is Lesus," Henry revealed.
John, having learned the ancient language during his time in Atlantis, offered a translation. "Excuse my ancient, but that's translated as..." He paused, searching his memory. "Jesus."
The room fell silent, each of them contemplating the implications of this revelation. Teyla spoke up, breaking the silence. "So, this Ascended Ancient is posing as many of your world's worship?"
John nodded in agreement. "And let's not forget that Jesus brought the golden rules," he added, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His humor brought a giggle from President Henry Hayes, a man who had never been much of a churchgoer.
"For two thousand years, Christians have been persecuted for simply believing in him," Henry mused, his voice tinged with a mix of astonishment and sadness.
Teyla, her expression growing serious, directed her question to Henry. "What did the Ancient say to you?"
His voice filled with a weighty tone, Henry recalled the words of the Ascended Ancient. "There are those who plot my demise," he replied. "He also mentioned that he would be my guide to ascension once I take my last breath."
A heavy silence hung in the air as Teyla and John absorbed the gravity of his words. Finally, Teyla asked, her voice steady, "Did he mention who these plotters might be?"
John, ever the protector, assured Henry, "If your safety is compromised, I will double the security at the summit and post a couple of marines outside of your quarters."
But Henry could only shake his head. "He was being cryptic, like any other Ascended Ancient. I wish I had more information."
John chimed in, his voice laced with frustration. "I know one who isn't cryptic."
Henry glanced at John, his curiosity piqued. "Who?" he asked.
With a sigh, John replied, "Chaya."
Henry's eyebrows shot up. "Your old fling?"
John chuckled. "I wouldn't say old... more like 10,000 years old."
As laughter filled the room, John unfolded his plan. "Let's take a trip to Proculus. We remove their Stargate that was in orbit around her planet. We'll use Naglfar; it'll be a quick trip."
Concern wrinkled Henry's forehead. "Is it too late to visit?"
"No," John assured him. "While it may be night here, it is still daytime on her planet."
Teyla interjected, her eyes filled with a sense of determination. "I will stay. I need the sleep and someone to watch over Torren."
The two men rose from their seats, leaving Teyla alone with her thoughts and her glass of water. As they departed, Teyla couldn't shake the feeling that something unsettling awaited them on this journey to her husband's old flame. Though John had forgotten about Chaya since marrying Teyla, a shadow of unease loomed over her.
A Few Minutes Later
In the hangar bay onboard the Thor's Hammer, the flagship for the Tau'ri Federation's Pegasus Command, General John Sheppard and President Henry Hayes enters, at the center of the hangar, gleaming under the spotlights, was the Naglfar, a new fighter craft developed by Valhala Shipyard. It is a sleek and agile two-seater can be converted to 3, measuring 19.44 meters in length, 5.6 meters in height, and boasting a 13-meter wingspan. With its oval shape and retractable aft fin, it resembled a smaller version of the mighty Thor's Hammer, an O'Neill class battleship.
As they approached, the General and the President marveled at the craftsmanship and precision engineering that had gone into creating such a formidable vessel. The fin, designed to retract into a fixed wing, added to its versatility, allowing it to swiftly transition from landing structs to airborne predator. The canopy, positioned in the middle of the craft, provided an unobstructed view for both the pilot and the weapons officer.
Featuring twin plasma cannons on each wing and a single awe-inspiring plasma beam on the nose, the Naglfar is a force to be reckoned with. Inside the cockpit, a small dialing computer and advanced sensor array ensured that the craft's occupants had access to crucial information in the heat of battle. And with two sets of engines, the first for sublight speed and the second for hyperspace travel, it was a marvel of technological achievement.
"Should I take the pilot seat or you?" President Hayes asked, a familiar glint of eagerness in his eyes. Although now a politician, he was once a skilled Air Force pilot.
John Sheppard, equally skilled in aerial combat and with a deep connection to the ship, insisted, "Maybe I take the pilot seat, sir. I know Proculus like the back of my hand."
The President smiled and shook his head.
The two men settled into their seats as the controls of the cockpit hummed to life. Holographic instruments sprung into existence before them, displaying the status of the fighter's weapons, shields, engines, and life support systems, including inertial dampeners.
As the holographic controls of the Thor's little Hammer illuminated, General John Sheppard ran through the pre-flight checklist with practiced ease. President Hayes observed with keen interest, his eyes taking in the intricate displays across the console. The fighter craft's technology is marvelous, even to someone who had seen his fair share of advanced machinery.
As they hover out of the hangar bay, the Thor's Hammer passed over the mesmerizing cityscape of New Atlantis. The quiet engines filled the air.
"Naglfar, huh?" Hayes commented, glancing over the panel.
"Yeah, nail farer. A boat made entirely from the fingernails and toenails of the dead." Sheppard replied, his hand gliding over the controls. "Valhalla naming convention really outdid themselves with this one."
The canopy sealed shut, securing them inside the sleek craft. John initiated the ignition sequence, and the low hum of the engines reverberated through the hangar. With a seamless lift, Naglfar rose from the platform, gracefully ascending toward the open hanger doors.
"Clear for departure," John called out, his eyes scanning the HUD projected onto the cockpit visor.
As the fighter rose higher, the cityscape of New Atlantis sprawled beneath them, Hayes admired the view as they maneuvered through the aerial corridors, John expertly guiding the craft.
"This place is something else," Hayes remarked, peering out of the canopy at the sprawling metropolis below.
"It's home," John replied, a sense of pride underlying his words.
They soared through the skies, familiarizing themselves with the controls and the responsiveness of the craft. The Naglfar navigated with remarkable agility, banking and turning effortlessly as they performed a patrol sweep around the city's perimeter.
As they completed their circuit, Hayes turned to Sheppard with an impressed grin. "Smooth flying, General."
"Thanks, Mr. President," Sheppard replied, flashing a grin of his own. "Want to take the controls for a bit?"
Hayes chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll leave the piloting to the professionals."
They continued the test flight, the Naglfar a sleek silhouette against the expansive skies. As the Naglfar shot through the hyperspace window, streaking across the cosmic expanse. The kaleidoscope of colors shifted around the craft as it hurtled through the dimensional corridor.
Henry Hayes looked out of the canopy, observing the vibrant hues and distortions that painted the fabric of hyperspace. "Quite the sight, isn't it?" he remarked, awed by the surreal beauty.
"Always is," Sheppard replied, his eyes fixed on the navigational interface, ensuring their trajectory remained steady.
As the craft surged forward, Sheppard brief Henry of the planet they are traveling to. "The Proculus people revere Chaya as the priestess of Athar, their guardian deity. They've built temples in her honor."
"I remember that from the reports," Hayes nodded. "She was banished there, wasn't she? The ascended being who meddled too much with her world?"
"That's the one," John confirmed, recalling his encounter with Chaya. "She accepts her punishment for violating the non-interference rule among ascended beings."
"Complicated stuff, that's why Daniel Jackson doesn't recommend it." Hayes mused, glancing at the star map. "But it's intriguing how these people worship her."
The navigation system signaled their impending arrival at Proculus. The hyperspace window shimmered, gradually coalescing back into real space. They emerged into the serene surroundings of the Proculus system, a star glinting in the distance, casting its warm light across the celestial bodies.
John initiated scans of the planet, pinpointing their destination. "Approaching Proculus now," he informed Hayes, manipulating the controls to adjust their course.
"That's quick."
The Naglfar descended gracefully through the atmosphere, gliding toward the surface of Proculus. Lush forests, crystal-clear lakes, and majestic mountains greeted them as they descended toward the planet's capital, the city adorned with magnificent temples dedicated to the ascended being known as Athar.
As they neared the clear, John prepared the craft for a smooth touchdown. "Get ready to meet the Proculans, Mr. President. They're a fascinating bunch."
Hayes nodded, anticipation flickering in his eyes. "Let's hope this visit helps us solidify our alliances in this part of the galaxy."
Temple of Athar
Proculus, Pegasus Galaxy
On Proculus, Chaya stood on the balcony of the temple of Athar, feeling the wind blow her long jet-bown hair. She soaked in the warmth of the sun on her skin, wearing a blue silk dress that billowed in the breeze as it threatened to lift her off her feet. As she opened her eyes, she saw something she'd never seen before: a ship darting across the sky. It was unlike any Wraith or human vessel she'd seen before, with sleek, curved lines and an unfamiliar design. As it began its descent toward the clearing in the middle of town, she realized that it was piloted by someone she knew: Maya's father, Colonel John Sheppard. The ship's folds unfolded gracefully, and it landed softly on the ground.
"Maya, your father is here," she called out, her voice carrying across the bustling town square.
As the girl squealed with delight and raced toward the ship, Chaya followed at a more dignified pace, admiring the craft as she went. It was indeed unlike anything she'd seen before, both in design and construction. She wondered how it had made its way to Proculus, and what business the Tau'ri had with their newfound allies.
When she reached the ship, she found John Sheppard and a man named Henry Hayes disembarking. John looked every bit as handsome and rugged as he had in her memories, his dark hair and eyes a stark contrast to Maya's own fair features. He didn't seem to recognize her at first, but then his expression softened, and he said her name. "Chaya."
Chaya felt a rush of emotion as she looked into his familiar eyes. She stepped forward and embraced him, feeling the strength of his arms around her. "It's so good to see you," she whispered.
John was taken aback by her actions but didn't resist the embrace. "Chaya, I... I'm not sure what to say. I didn't expect this." He pulled back and looked into her eyes, searching for some sign of recognition.
Chaya smiled, her green eyes bright with love and happiness. "It's been so long, John. I've missed you." She gestured to the man standing beside him. "This is Maya, your daughter."
John looked surprised, and then his expression turned to one of wonder as he looked at the girl. "Maya," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're... you're absolutely beautiful." Tears welled up in his eyes as he took her in, from her long black hair to her striking features, which were a mix of both his and Chaya's. "I... I can't believe it."
Chaya smiled, her heart swelling with pride. "She's everything to me, John. She's grown into such a wonderful young woman."
"Thank you," Maya said shyly, looking up at the man she'd only heard stories about. "It's nice to finally meet you, dad."
Henry Hayes cleared his throat, breaking the emotional moment. "Well, I'm glad we've had this reunion, but we do have business to discuss. Chaya, I'd like to introduce you to the President of the Tau'ri Federation, Henry Hayes." John looked slightly surprised at the introduction, but Chaya nodded in acknowledgment.
"It's an honor to meet you, President Hayes," Chaya said with a graceful curtsey. She couldn't help but notice the man's striking resemblance to Maya. He seemed equally taken aback by her gesture, but recovered quickly.
"The honor is mine, Chaya. Thank you," he replied, shaking her hand. "I'm here to discuss an alliance between our people. We've made great strides in recent years, and we feel that it's time to extend that cooperation to others who share our goals of peace and ridding this galaxy of the Wraith nuisance."
Chaya nodded in agreement. "We have certainly faced many challenges since you left, John. But your daughter and I have worked tirelessly to ensure that Proculus remained strong and prosperous. I believe that an alliance between our peoples would be most beneficial."
General Sheppard looked impressed as he looked around the village. It was different from before. Horse-drawn carriages ferried people and produce to the market. People on Proculus were not burdened by food or wealth; they were happy. "I'm proud of you, Chaya. You've done an amazing job here. Maya, I'm even more proud of you. You've grown into a remarkable leader in your own right."
"Thank you, Dad," Maya said, her cheeks flushing. "I only hope I can live up to your example. Mother always talks about you."
"Is she not adopted?" John asked Chaya, curious about her having a child.
Chaya smiled sadly. "It was seven years ago, John. You were gone, and I thought I'd lost you forever. I was alone, and I grieved for you. But then, one day, I discovered I was with child. I tried to contact you, to let you know, but I never heard back. So, I did my best to give birth to her and raise Maya all by myself."
"I'm sorry, we left the galaxy," John said, his voice thick with emotion. "To fight the Wraith on Earth."
Chaya's eyes widened in shock. "You... you left the galaxy?"
John nodded, his expression pained. "We thought it was the only way to stop them. The Wraith found the coordinates to Earth, to make sure they couldn't come back and finish what they started. We left everything behind, Chaya, including you."
Chaya's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, John. I never knew. I thought... I thought you'd given up on us." She took a deep breath to steady herself. "But here you are, back in the galaxy. And I'm so grateful." She reached out to touch his hand, her fingers trembling slightly.
"I'm married now to Teyla, well, I'm married to two women," John said. "Teyla is by choice, and Mara is out of necessity for the state. Also, I have a baby boy on the way."
Chaya looked surprised, and then her expression turned to one of happiness, although her heart felt torn apart; her soul was still connected to John. "That's wonderful news, John. I'm so happy for you. And Maya, too. She'll make a wonderful big sister."
"I'm glad you think so," Maya said, her voice a little shaky. "I hope I can get to know my little brother someday."
Henry Hayes cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to the matter at hand. "Chaya, I understand that you and your people have been dealing with the Wraith in your own way. However, we would like to offer you the opportunity to join us in a more formal alliance. The Tau'ri Federation has the resources and technology to provide you with protection and support against the Wraith threat."
Chaya considered this proposal carefully. "Your offer is most generous, President Hayes. However, the others will not approve of it if your federation seeks sanctuary. It's my burden to protect this planet and my people. It's my burden alone."
"The others, you mean ascended assholes," John said, voicing his frustration.
"Yes, well, we have our differences with them as well," Chaya admitted with a sigh. "But we've managed to maintain a tenuous peace. I'm afraid that joining your alliance might upset that balance."
"I understand your concerns, Chaya," General Sheppard said, "but we feel that our alliance would be mutually beneficial. We're not asking you to abandon your way of life; we simply want to work together."
Chaya considered this proposal carefully. "I will speak with my council of elders and consider your offer," she said at last. "It is not a decision to be taken lightly, but I believe that it is one that must be made." She looked down and then gazed at Sheppard again, her eyes filled with determination. "I have to tell you the truth, John, before I speak to the council of elders," Chaya Sar said as she approached him.
John raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he said, his curiosity piqued.
"When we shared ourselves, we bonded for life," Chaya explained, referring to when she turned into energy and merged with John. "It's not just a physical connection, but also an emotional and spiritual one."
John still seemed confused. "Wait, what do you mean? I thought we were just sharing memories and other cool stuff," he said.
Henry Hayes, squinting, understood where this conversation was heading as he walk back to the Naglfar and studied more of the ship's functions.
Chaya sighed and looked at the mountains as the sun began to set, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the landscape. She felt a heaviness in her heart, the weight of a love lost. She had shared a deep connection with John Sheppard, their souls bonding when they first met. But now, standing here in the fading light.
"When we shared, our souls bonded," Chaya spoke softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "As I mentioned when we first met, I can be corporeal or noncorporeal. So, in a way, we are still connected to those we've been intimate with. It's not something you can just walk away from."
Chaya turned back, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I understand that you don't want to be with me."
"No, I didn't mean that in the lightest sense," John approached her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "7 years ago, it was different. I was different. I was focused on my job after my divorce. I was trying to find happiness by volunteering to test fly experimental crafts, disobeying orders to rescue friends in a warzone, hoping to satisfy myself. But none of that matters now."
Chaya's heart sank with the knowledge that she had been alone in this world for 10,000 years. The thought of losing John, the only person she had truly connected with, made her feel empty and lost. Her hazel eyes locked onto John's, searching for understanding.
"How else do I feel when you didn't come back?" Chaya's voice quivered with emotion. "I thought I lost you. You are the only person that I have shared with.."
"I wanted to come back," John's voice was filled with regret. "But the leaders from my world didn't see it as essential to the mission of the expedition. And you know how I feel, that I can't come back with you."
"You're lying," Chaya's voice wavered, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
John's face crumbled with anguish as a tear slipped down his own face. "I'm not lying. I was angry that I couldn't come back to your world and be with you." He reached out, pleading. "Share with me, feel it in your heart. I am telling you the truth."
Chaya stepped closer to him, her hands trembling as she held his. As her body began to glow, a radiant light enveloping John, he closed his eyes. In that moment, Chaya's sorrow transformed into a smile. The intimacy they once shared, the soul bonding, had begun anew.
"You are telling the truth," she whispered, her voice resonating from deep within. Chaya leaned closer, pressing her palm against John's chest. "We are soulmates now."
A surge of emotions coursed through them, their connection stronger than ever before. Their bonds had never truly left them, even though John had left and never returned.
"That makes us husband and wife," John said, his voice filled with awe and wonder.
Chaya replied softly, her voice overflowing with love. "I'm afraid so, husband. I can promise that I will do my best to be a good wife to you and to help you raise our daughter."
John's eyes widened in surprise. "My daughter, Maya. Is she corporeal or ascended?"
Chaya nodded, a gleam of pride in her eyes. "She is human, just like you."
John's next question caught her off guard. "Does it bother you that I am married to Teyla and recently married to Mara by diplomatic marriage?"
Chaya smiled, her gaze unwavering. "I knew you had an attraction to Teyla before I bonded with you 7 years ago. But our highest law is not to interfere with the development of corporeal matters, including your heart and who you choose as a soulmate."
Chaya's hand found its place in his, and as John embraced her, he kissed her forehead. "For the Tau'ri Federation to establish a base of operation in this galaxy, I had to marry Queen Mara in exchange."
As they stood there, locked in each other's arms, they knew that their love was not defined by circumstances or contracts. Their bond was unbreakable, forged in the depths of their souls. And together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, their love guiding their path through the stars.
Suddenly, Henry Hayes approached Sheppard, tapping him on the shoulder. "You really are the real-life Kirk," he said with a grin. "Chaya Sar, we can alleviate your solitude. I will station a ship or two to guard your homeworld, and you can come to New Atlantis and be part of the summit with others in the Pegasus galaxy."
Surprise filled Chaya's eyes as she processed Hayes' words. "You mean I won't face the Wraith alone?"
John nodded, relief washing over his wife. "No, you won't. We will face them together."
As the two stood, watching the sun set over the horizon, John gazed into Chaya's eyes, a newfound sense of hope shining bright.
"You still look the same as the day I met you," he said, admiration and love evident in his voice. "Are you sure you're over 10,000 years old?"
Chaya chuckled, a melody of joy escaping her lips. "For a pilot..." Her words trailed off as a sudden weakness overcame her. John caught her before she fell, concern etched on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
Chaya breathed heavily, her strength waning. "The Wraith are here," she said, struggling to stand upright. "They must be in orbit."
With determination shining in their eyes, John and Chaya prepared to face the impending threat together, their bond and love giving them the strength to strive against the darkness that threatened their world.
The urgency in her voice made President Hayes inquire, "Have the Naglfar been battle tested?"
Shaking his head, John replied, "It's brand new, sir."
Without wasting another moment, John and Henry ran towards the Naglfar. The canopy opened up, and they secured themselves inside, donning their helmets. As the engines roared to life, the Naglfar ascended into the sky, antigrav systems activating, and the fins transforming into wings.
As they reached orbit over Proculus, there were 50 Wraith Darts flying about and a single Wraith cruiser in geosynchronous orbit. "Darts are on to us," Henry Hayes, the Tau'ri President turned co-pilot, said as he read the sensors on the screen from his seat in the back of Sheppard's fighter.
John Sheppard maneuvered the Naglfar like a F302 in atmosphere, his eyes locked on the darts that is closing in. With precision timing, he fired the plasma cannon, hitting the Wraith dart dead-on. The explosion rippled through the vacuum of space, sending debris spinning away.
But the battle had only just begun. Another dart fired its weapons, grazing the Naglfar's shields. "Oh shit," Henry cursed as he read the shields' diagnostics. "You did not shoot that blue shit at my brand new ship."
The Naglfar weaved back and forth, performing barrel rolls at an incredible speed. Thanks to the advanced inertial dampeners compensating for the extreme G-forces, both Sheppard and Hayes remained unaffected. As the Naglfar executed a daring S barrel roll, Sheppard fired its plasma cannon, hitting several Wraith darts in a rapid succession.
"Nice," Henry exclaimed with excitement. "I take back what I said about Valhalla eggheads."
The Naglfar had taken out ten Wraith Darts, but there were still around thirty in pursuit. To make matters worse, three Wraith darts were entering Proculus' atmosphere, posing a threat to the inhabitants below. "Three bogies are heading towards the planet," Henry reported, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Hold on!" Sheppard shouted as he pushed the ion engines of the Naglfar to the limit, accelerating the two-man seater towards the incoming darts. The plasma cannon fired its burst, hitting all three Wraith darts. The resulting explosion sent debris scattering into Proculus' orbit.
Henry laughed with exhilaration, patting Sheppard on the shoulder from his back seat. "Did you see their faces?" he jokingly asked.
"I wish I could, Mr. President," John Sheppard replied, focusing on the next challenge that lay ahead of them. "Get ready. Thirty darts, one kilometer out, approaching very fast."
"Let's see what the Naglfar is made of," Sheppard said, calmly tapping a few commands on the console. Gripping the yoke tightly, he prepared for the imminent battle. "Hold on, sir!" he warned over the comms.
The Naglfar zoomed towards the incoming Darts, its main plasma beam shimmering to life. With a powerful surge, it shot out a wide beam of plasma, striking all thirty Darts simultaneously. The resulting explosions enveloped the enemy ships, leaving nothing but a debris field in their wake.
"Now, our main course," Sheppard said, referring to the Wraith Cruiser in geosynchronous orbit around Proculus. But as they closed in, the cruiser turned to face the Naglfar, its weapons primed and ready.
The Wraith cruiser unleashed a barrage of plasma fire, but the Naglfar remained elusive, dodging the slow incoming bursts effortlessly. In response, Sheppard expertly maneuvered the fighter and fired its plasma cannon, each burst hitting the Wraith Cruiser's organic hull with deadly precision.
It seemed as if the Naglfar was toying with the Wraith cruiser, evading its attacks effortlessly while relentlessly pounding it with plasma fire. The cruiser's weapons were no match for the agile and nimble fighter.
Realizing the futility of their efforts, the Wraith Cruiser finally gave up and opened a hyperspace window, fleeing from the relentless assault of the Naglfar. The battle for Proculus had been won, thanks to the sheer skill and determination of Sheppard and his state-of-the-art fighter.
Sheppard and Hayes breathed a sigh of relief as victory settled upon them. They had defended Proculus, saving countless lives and ensuring the survival of the planet.
In the small village of Proculus, nestled amongst hills and forests, life had forever been changed by the arrival of the Naglfar. The spacecraft, a marvel of technology, had just made a triumphant landing in the village square, its wings morphing into fins as the antigrav engine took over. Crowds of villagers surrounded the Naglfar, clapping their hands in awe and gratitude, for it was this very vessel that had saved their planet from the ruthless Wraith.
As the main engine cut off and the canopy hissed open, General John Sheppard and President Henry Hayes emerged from the cockpit. Amidst the excitement, Sheppard made his way towards Chaya Sar and her daughter, Maya, who stood a few meters away.
"Nice flying, Dad!" Maya exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"It's nothing, really," Sheppard replied modestly, ruffling her hair affectionately.
Chaya smiled warmly. "Thank you, John," she said, her gaze filled with fondness. "You always come through for us."
"That's what I do," Sheppard replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "But listen, I have a proposition. Come with me, Chaya, and bring Maya too. She can be the big sister for Torren and little John."
Chaya looked into Sheppard's eyes, seeing the innocence and determination she had once known seven years ago. She hesitated for a moment, remembering her own punishment and the laws she had broken as an ascended being. "As I said seven years ago, I can't leave this world," she explained softly. "It's my punishment from the others."
Confusion flickered across Maya's face. "Torren and little John? Who are they?" she asked.
"They would be your stepbrothers, Maya," Sheppard answered with a gentle smile.
Chaya's words hung heavy in the air, echoing the burden she carried for breaking the ultimate laws of the Ascendency. Their punishments had banished her without stripping her of her powers, allowing her to exist in both corporeal and non-corporeal forms. When non-corporeal, she took on the name Athar, known by her people.
Meanwhile, Maya climbed up to the canopy of the Naglfar and approached President Hayes, who was speaking into the subspace radio. "I don't care what ship, just any ship that can fend off the Wraith from Proculus...well, choose three or four for all I care...Hayes out," she overheard him say.
Curiosity sparkled in Maya's eyes as she leaned against the lining of the canopy. "What are you doing?" she inquired.
Hayes glanced at the time, realizing it was 3 a.m. in New Atlantis. The sun was setting on Proculus, casting an ethereal glow across the landscape. "I was calling for ships to protect your planet," he explained, slightly amused by Maya's unwavering curiosity.
"Are you my grandpa?" Maya's innocent voice cut through the air, her face full of wonder.
Hayes let out a small giggle. "No, Maya, I am not your grandpa," he replied gently.
Confusion washed over Maya's face once again. "Then what are you to my father?"
Hayes smiled, proud of his role as Commander in Chief. "I am his leader, just like your mother is a leader."
"Can I call you grandpa then?" Maya insisted, her eyes pleading.
"Of course you can," Hayes answered, trying not to upset the daughter of an ascended being.
"And can I come with my daddy too?" Maya asked politely, her voice laced with hope.
Hayes chuckled. "I'm afraid this ship is a two-seater," he replied, the weight of duty settling upon him.
However, just as disappointment began to creep into Maya's features, a disembodied voice resonated from the ship's computer. "This vessel is able to be refitted into a four-passenger configuration," it announced, offering a glimmer of hope.
Maya's face lit up with sheer delight as her gaze bounced between Hayes and Sheppard. "Did you hear that? We can all go together!"
Sheppard and Hayes exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. With a nod, Sheppard turned to Chaya, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Come with us, Chaya," he said softly. "Let us protect your world."
Chaya looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of her punishment and the guilt that accompanied it. But in that moment, she saw the love and dedication Sheppard held for her and her people. She took a deep breath and made her decision.
"Yes," she finally whispered with a radiant smile.
Few Hours Later
Maya carefully descended the steps of the Temple of Athar, clutching a sack filled with her most treasured possessions. Her father, walked beside her, concern etched on his face that she carrying to much for a 7 year old. Maya is so excited to be with her father after seven years of being raised by her mother and assisting with her duties as Priestess of Athar and leader of her people.
She declined any help from the Abbots, the men adorned in red robes who core belief is to serve Athar
"We don't have enough room for your belongings," John sighed, not realizing that there was a compartment under the cockpit that he hadn't known about since he was a pilot and didn't have time to study the schematics of the new ship.
Maya looked up at her father, her eyes shimmering with disappointment. She had been eagerly anticipating the journey to New Atlantis, the home of her father and her two stepbrothers whom she had never met. It was a chance for a fresh start, a new chapter in her life. But now, it seemed that her hopes were crumbling.
"Yes, father," Maya replied softly, a tinge of sadness in her voice.
President Henry Hayes, the commander in Chief for the Tau'ri Federation who befriended Maya, approached them, offering his help. He reached out and gently took the sack from Maya's hands, placing it in a compartment beneath the Naglfar, a nimble and agile fighter that bore a striking resemblance to the legendary Asgard O'Neill class battleship.
"Thanks, grandpa," Maya said politely, even though Henry was not her actual grandfather. But she knew he didn't mind, for he had always treated her like family.
"Grandpa?" Sheppard blurted out, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
"Don't ask." Hayes said.
Maya let out a giggle and smiled up at her father, her eyes shining with innocence. She was filled with a sense of excitement as she admired the sleek design of the Naglfar.
"Computer," Henry said, his voice resonating through the space around them.
A chirp echoed in response, and the disembodied voice of the ship's computer filled the air. "Yes, President Hayes?"
"Four-seat configuration, please," Henry requested, his voice filled with authority.
"Four-seat configuration initiated," the computer replied, and suddenly, the Naglfar began to transform. Its structure stretched, wings extending to a width of 1.5 meters, and two additional seats rose from the floor. The canopy widened, revealing a spacious cabin.
Chaya approached her husband with a radiant smile. Her heart had never been as full as when John had returned to Proculus, bringing an end to ten thousand years of loneliness.
John chuckled and whispered, "You're not packed?"
A smitten smile graced Chaya's face as she wrapped her arms around her husband's waist, drawing him closer. "Because, I don't need any worldly possessions except for you, my love," she whispered, her lips brushing against his.
Chaya then turned her attention to the Naglfar. "How long until we reach New Atlantis?" she inquired, her voice filled with anticipation.
John looked at her mischievously, a sparkle in his eyes. "Ten."
"Ten hours?" Chaya guessed, assuming it would be a long journey given the size of the small space fighter.
John pulled her even closer and kissed her tenderly. "Ten minutes."
With a quick movement, John climbed into the Naglfar, offering a hand to help Chaya inside. Maya and Henry took their seats behind them, the canopy sealing shut with a hiss.
The anti-grav engines hummed to life, and the Naglfar hovered above the ground, its fins transforming into wings. John grinned at his family, his eyes tracing Chaya's body with loving admiration.
"What?" Chaya asked, noticing his gaze.
John tilted her chin up with his finger. "You are so beautiful."
Chaya blushed, her smile growing brighter. "How about Teyla and Mara?" she asked, referring to John's other wives.
"They are beautiful too, but you have this spark that glows inside me," John replied, leaning in for another kiss.
"Okay, you two lovebirds, can we go now?" Henry interrupted, tapping a few buttons on the console. "Shields and inertial dampeners are online, and we are ready to go."
"Hold on to your seats," he warned as he initiated the ion engines. And with that, the Naglfar ascended. The neutrino ion engines roared to life, propelling the ship at incredible speed. As it soared into the planet's orbit, the Naglfar passed by three Daedalus-class battlecruisers and six Hybridian frigates stationed in orbit.
Maya watched with awe as they left their home planet behind, the stars stretching out before them. She knew that the journey to New Atlantis would be an adventure beyond her wildest dreams. With her family at her side and the vast expanse of space ahead, she couldn't wait to explore the wonders that awaited her.
The ship shot forward, accelerating at an incredible speed. As the Naglfar traversed the vast expanse of space, a mesmerizing hyperspace window opened up, enticing them with its brilliance. The Naglfar surged forward.
While in hyperspace, John Sheppard held Chaya's hands, relishing the opportunity to catch up.
"How will Teyla take it?" Chaya asked her husband, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.
"She probably accepts it, like she accepted Mara," John said, his hands massaging Chaya's smooth skin. "Its a lot for me to take in, knowing that I just found out about Maya being my daughter, and that you Chaya my soulmate." He nodded, his eyes searching hers. "But there's something I've been meaning to ask. How did Maya come into existence?"
Chaya smiled knowingly, understanding that John didn't like to talk about such delicate matters. "When I shared with you, when our souls bonded, it created the opportunity for new life. Our souls connected on a deeper level, akin to a higher plane of existence. It's similar to the intimacy of two beings sharing themselves completely."
"Like sex," John stated, a newfound understanding dawned on him.
Chaya couldn't help but laugh at John's blunt response. "Yes, very much like that," she said, her gaze lingering on him, a hint of desire flickering in her eyes. "You see, everyone possesses a soul, a life force. But when our souls connect and bond, we create something new, a life unlike anything else."
New Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy
As the hyperspace window opened up, the Naglfar emerged from the chaotic depths of subspace, spewing out a swirling cloud of anomalous gases. The ship came to a sudden stop, the powerful neutrino ion engine roaring to life, propelling it towards the heart of the New Atlantis system at an astonishing speed. The satellites protecting the habitable planet ignored the small vessel, recognizing it posed no threat.
Inside the Naglfar, President Henry Hayes glanced at his watch, the holographic display showing 6 in the morning New Atlantis standard time. The summit at the center of the city was scheduled to begin at 16:00, and Henry knew they would have to make it in time. He turned his gaze towards Maya, who had fallen asleep during their brief ten-minute ride through hyperspace.
"Pegasus Command, this is President Henry Hayes authentication code Alpha Alpha Charlie 4 9 Peter Tango Adam. Requesting permission to land," he spoke into the subspace radio, his voice filled with determination.
"Mr. President, permission granted. Landing pad 4 on the Eastside of the city is clear," a female voice crackled through the radio.
Meanwhile, John Sheppard piloted the Naglfar, Chaya who had dozed off on his shoulder. After having discovered that she was his soulmate in a literal sense, John was careful not to make the same mistakes he had made with his first wife, Nancy. He had shared the revelation with his current wives, Teyla and Mara, explaining that Chaya was not only his soulmate but also Maya's mother, as their souls had intertwined. Teyla and Mara understood the complexities of their unique situation, embracing their roles as a family bound by fate.
With clearance to land, John guided the Naglfar through the atmospheric entry, the ship's advanced shields protecting it from the scorching heat of reentry. The vessel soared past the gleaming skyline of New Atlantis, hovering gracefully above the designated landing pad on the east side. The engines hummed to a halt, and the sleek wings transformed into a fin-like structure as the ship gently touched the ground.
As John powered down the ship and the canopy opened, he leaned over and planted a tender morning kiss on Chaya's lips. "We are here," he whispered, his voice filled with affection and excitement.
Henry gently shook Maya awake, leaning down to her level. "Come on, sweetheart, we've arrived at New Atlantis," he said with a soft smile, his eyes radiating warmth.
Maya rubbed her sleepy eyes, still a little drowsy. "Are we there, Grandpa?" she asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.
"Yes, we are," Henry replied, his voice laced with a sense of awe and pride. He helped Maya unbuckle her seatbelt, and together they stepped out onto the landing pad.
As they emerged from the vessel, several familiar faces waited to greet them. Teyla stood there, holding her son Torren, while Mara cradled their youngest, Little John. The love and support within their unique family filled the air, creating an undeniable sense of belonging.
John Sheppard held Chaya's hands as he guided her down onto the landing pad. Chaya could float down but she didn't want to frighten anyone. Chaya greeted Teyla with respect, bowing her head in an Athosian gesture.
"Good to see you again, Chaya," Teyla said with her soft voice.
"Likewise," Chaya responded with a curtsey, her smile growing wider as Torren turned to see her.
"This is Torren John Sheppard," Teyla introduced Chaya to her stepson.
"John son?" Chaya ask.
"No, it was Kanaan."
Maya stood by her mother's side, eagerly awaiting the introduction to her new stepbrother.
"My daughter Maya," Chaya introduced her daughter, her eyes shining with pride.
Teyla gently put down Torren, allowing him to interact with his new playmate. Maya and Torren exchanged shy smiles, forming an instant connection.
Meanwhile, Mara approached Chaya with a warm smile, extending her hand in greeting.
"Great to meet our living Ascended Ancestor," Mara said with admiration. "This is Little John," she continued, placing him on the ground to join the playful interaction between Maya and Torren.
The Naglfar, shifted back to its original design as a sleek fighter craft. The seats retracted The transformation brought laughter to Henry Hayes, the leader of the Tau'ri Alliance.
"I recommend Valhalla Shipyards mass-produce her," Henry Hayes said, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes. "I need some shut eye before the summit starts in 15 hours."
As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm glow over the city, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The journey through hyperspace had brought them to this pivotal moment, where they would stand at the forefront of a new age of exploration and cooperation.