Lucian Alliance Ha'tak Armada
IX Chell System, Milky Way Galaxy
2007

Netan sits on the throne chair, contemplating and strategizing the kasa shipment routes. Every route his smugglers took, the Tau'ri deployed their elite team to intercept the cash crop from reaching its intended destination. He had to admit, the Tau'ri must have a mole in his inner circle, and he intended to root out the traitor.

He stood up, walked toward his guards standing at the doorway of the pel'tak, Goa'uld for "Bridge of the Dead" in the slave master's language. He was just a few feet from the guard when his trusted guard fell to the floor, followed by gunshots. He turned around to hide behind the throne chair when he was immobilized by a single shot from the zat'nik'atel.

He fell to the floor in pain as the electricity dissipated, his eyes glazing over as he stared at his would-be assassin.

"Who are you?" Netan called out as he stared up at the figure standing in the doorway.

"Odai Ventrell," Odai holstered his sidearm and approached Netan. "Bounty Hunter."

"Never heard of you," Netan said as he turned onto his back.

Odai chuckled darkly. "You put out a bounty on SG-1." He leaned down and picked Netan up by the collar of his shirt.

"And you are here for your payment?" Netan said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing at Odai Ventrell.

"I have something better," Odai said as he punched Netan in the face. The force knocked the wind out of him, and he stumbled back. "The Tau'ri government offers more than your miserable bounty," he said with a grin, showing his teeth.

Netan's lip began to bleed as he looked up at Odai. "I can offer you ships, men, and women."

Odai Ventrell shook his head with a grin, but before he could respond, Netan's elite guards rushed into the room, armed with heavy machine guns, and surrounded him. They wore black armor that once belonged to Anubis's Kull warriors. Everything the Lucian Alliance had, once belonged to the Goa'uld - ships, weapons, armor, and even the Stargate addresses of human worlds.

"I may be in need of your services," Netan said, his voice shaking slightly as he tried to regain his composure. He nodded his head for his men to apprehend the bounty hunter.

Odai Ventrell, unfazed by the situation, glanced over his shoulder. "I'm listening," he said, his tone suggesting a challenge.

"I will give you territory, ships, and soldiers if you do one thing for me," Netan said, his eyes flicking between Odai and the guards, trying to gauge the bounty hunter's intentions.

"Let me guess," Odai said, his eyes still on Netan as the guards cautiously approached, "you want me to eliminate SG-1 for you."

"No, you already failed at that," Netan spat out a mouthful of blood. "I need you to antagonize the Tau'ri. Make them look like a threat to the galaxy."

Odai's grin widened, the challenge intriguing him. "Why would I do that?" he asked as his eyes never left the Lucian Alliance commander.

"I could make you rich."

Odai's eyes narrowed at the proposition. He was used to taking on dangerous jobs for the highest bidder, but playing pawn in a cosmic game of chess was a new level of risk. He considered Netan's offer, weighing the potential gains against the almost certain retribution that would come from Earth. "How much gold are we talking about?"

"More than you can ever spend," Netan replied with a sneer. "But it's not just gold. It's power and influence in a new galactic order."

Odai's grin faded into a thoughtful expression. "And what would that entail?"

Netan leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's a planet called Langara."

"Last I heard, that planet is protected by the Tau'ri," Odai said, raising an eyebrow.

"You are wrong, they are occupied by the Ori," Netan smirked, feeling his power as the guards tightened their grip on Odai's arms. "While the Tau'ri are occupied fighting the Ori to free the Langarans, I want you to slip in there and take the Naquadria deposit while they are not looking."

Odai's gaze sharpened. Naquadria was the rarest and most powerful mineral in the galaxy, but its unstable nature made it incredibly volatile and dangerous to handle. "The risks are high," he stated, his voice measured.

Netan nodded his head to his guards, who responded by bringing in a chest full of gold. "This is just a down payment," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "The rest of the reward is yours if you succeed."

Odai Ventrell's eyes gleamed as he stared at the gold, but his mind was racing. He knew that stealing Naquadria from under the Tau'ri's protected planet and right under the Ori's nose was not a simple task. It was a suicide mission, but the payout was too tempting. He had always been a bounty hunter, driven by the thrill of the hunt and the wealth it brought him. This was the hunt of a lifetime.

"It may take some time," Odai said.

Present
2011

Odai woke up to an alarm that was beeping. He moved his arm, and his hand felt a warm body by his bedside. He smelled and snuggled the blond locks of his second in command as he sat up. He turned his head towards Castor. She was still asleep.

"Hmm," he whispered to her. "Don't get up."

Castor stirred in her sleep but didn't wake up. Odai gently kissed her forehead before getting out of bed. He walked over to the bathroom to wash up.

In the mirror, he saw the scars from battles long past, a stark reminder of the life he chose. The thrill of the hunt, the wealth of the bounties, and the fear in the eyes of his prey had once fueled him. But now, he and six of his ships were en route to Amon Shek, the headquarters of the Lucian Alliance.

Then an alarm blared, jolting him out of his thoughts. He quickly dressed and strode onto the bridge or Pel'tak in Goa'uld of his Ha'tak, the ship's lights dimming and brightening in response to his footsteps. His crew looked up expectantly as he took his seat.

"Status," he barked.

"We're approaching Amon Shek, Commander," Castor reported, her eyes never leaving the sensor readings. "Sir, Netan is hailing us."

Odai nodded, his expression unreadable. "Put him through."

The holographic viewscreen flickered to life, revealing Netan's sneering visage. "Ventrell," Netan greeted him, his voice dripping with condescension. "Anything to report?"

Odai leaned back in his chair. "I have given the Andari Federation on Langara leftover Goa'uld tech and instructions on how to build a bomb."

Netan's eyes widened in surprise. "Have the Tau'ri suspected anything?" he demanded, leaning closer to the viewscreen.

"No," Odai said, his voice smug. "They think we're just a rogue faction. They have no idea about our true intentions."

Netan's eyes narrowed, his smile never reaching his eyes. "Good. Keep it that way." He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to a map of the galaxy behind him. "We've identified a planet the Tau'ri visited several years ago but failed in their mission."

Odai felt his interest piqued. "How did you come across this information?"

Netan leaned forward, his hands steepled. "We've raided their off-world bases, extracted information from their information machines."

"You mean computer servers?" Odai corrected.

"Whatever the Tau'ri call it," Netan waved his hand dismissively. "The inhabitants called themselves Bedrosia and Optrican; the Tau'ri named it P2X-416. It's 500 lightyears away from Amon Shek."

Odai leaned in, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of new territory. "What's the value of this planet?"

"They are in the height of a war, fighting among themselves," Castor spoke up, as she approaches the console in the Pel'tak. "It's ripe for the picking."

"You do no such thing," Netan's voice cut through the Pel'tak of his command center. "They have technology that could shift the balance of power in our favor. We need to secure it for ourselves."

"There's a reason why the Tau'ri lock out the address to the planet on their Stargate." Castor said as she looks back at her lover Odai and approaches his chair.

Odai leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Ah, I am up for a challenge."

"Good," Netan said with a cold look in his eyes. "Sending you the necessary data by courier."

"Courier?" Odai questioned, raising an eyebrow at Netan. "Why not send it through subspace?"

"The Tau'ri been intercepting our subspace communications," Netan replied. "I have said enough."

Odai nodded, understanding that the Tau'ri might be watching their every move and intercepting their subspace communication. The holographic projection of Netan flickered, and he leaned in closer. "Understood."