The Undiscovered Galaxy (SG:A Crossover)

[NecronLord]

I don't see why. Kirk's enterprise was never involved with the Borg.

[Xon]

I really like this fanfic

But you already knew that NecronLord

[Crazedwraith]

Gah, My internet goes on the blink for two weeks and what do you do? You start updating this. Yes, I'll proff read anything you send me, though I can't say I'll be much use.

[Valkyrie]

Wow,
This fanfic is one, if not the best one I have ever read. But whats going to happen when Daedalus arrives? (The Siege Part 3)

Fed vs Current Human and Asgard Technology

Interesting...

[Crossroads Inc.]

Who cares? Ijust want to know more about how this "Fictional" Starship came to be

I mean, theres endless crossover stories in Sci-Fi, but when was the last time the Star Trek-verse entered into a a crossover where the other people KNEW it was "Star Trek" More to the point, whats going to happen when they show Kirk old shows from TOS? Or worse... Voyager...

[NecronLord]

Wow,
This fanfic is one, if not the best one I have ever read. But whats going to happen when Daedalus arrives? (The Siege Part 3)

Probably nothing, as the Daedalus isn't actually coming any more. It's in Federation space.

Fed vs Current Human and Asgard Technology

The Enterprise would deliver a rather unpleasant smackdown. I've been generous and used high end Trek firepower. Kirk's crew have worked together for around ten years, on and off, and were all raised in a star-ship enviroment. Col. Caldwell, while he may be quite an adequate commander, has been in space for a few days.

[NecronLord]

I mean, theres endless crossover stories in Sci-Fi, but when was the last time the Star Trek-verse entered into a a crossover where the other people KNEW it was "Star Trek" More to the point, whats going to happen when they show Kirk old shows from TOS?

You'll just have to wait and see.

Or worse... Voyager...

I'm pretty sure that'd start a fight. It's fifty times worse than the Klingons calling the Enterprise a garbage scow, after all.

[LadyTevar]

Hey! Where's the next chapter? *pout*

[NecronLord]

It's in... protective custody. Yeah. That's where it is.

[phongn]

Probably nothing, as the Daedalus isn't actually coming any more. It's in Federation space.

Ah, so Atlantis remains cut off from Earth, eh?

The Enterprise would deliver a rather unpleasant smackdown. I've been generous and used high end Trek firepower. Kirk's crew have worked together for around ten years, on and off, and were all raised in a star-ship enviroment. Col. Caldwell, while he may be quite an adequate commander, has been in space for a few days.

Bah, put a Mk. 9 on the bus of a naquadah-laced SS-18

[NecronLord]

Ah, so Atlantis remains cut off from Earth, eh?

For now. Anyway *glares at writer's block*

[NecronLord]

At last, I actually have the time to write again (And the other fanfic shall be finished shortly, then this will have my full attention). Apologies for the abscence. With thanks to my beta readers, who didn't notice that I had Sheppard as a lieutenant colonel - wait, why'm I thanking them, they suck! Nah, seriously, thanks guys.

Chapter 3 – Meetings

Commander McCoy sighed slightly as he stepped onto the platform of the matter transportation system. He’d always said this was a reprehensible invention, but he had to admit, it had its uses. From the amount of anti-aircraft emplacements he’d seen being set up on the display of the ‘city’ they were bound for, he doubted he would feel any safer in a shuttle-craft, this time.

‘Scotty’ and one of the few crewmembers he couldn’t identify (he’d have to book the man in for a physical) worked at the transporter’s controls, “Right,” he said, “We’ve got a good lock now. It’s amazing how few people there are down there captain” he added, with his thick Scottish accent, “Some odd materials in the ceilings, but nothing to impede the transporter,” he added.

“Damn,” McCoy said, under his breath, “just when I was thinking I might get out of it.”

The Captain joined the ship’s surgeon on the pad, along with two security officers, busily checking their sidearms and one of the ship’s extensive complement of tactical advisors. The captain gave a nod to Scotty, and McCoy busied himself suppressing his transporter-agoraphobia as someone had recently called it – (‘I’m fine with open spaces,’ he’d said, ‘I just don’t like being one.’) as a strange tingling sensation swept over him.

The comfortable space of the Enterprise’s transporter room disappeared and was replaced with an intricate window of hundreds of different pieces of glass. They stood on a stairway, with steps leading upwards to galleries on either side of them and a longer flight down to a floor below, which lead to a massive ring of what appeared to be a dull blue metal. “Well, this clearly wasn’t built by them,” McCoy said to the captain, whispering.

A small gaggle of technicians were busily prodding at what appeared to be optical computer crystals under a console that appeared to be designed for communications. To an extent, many communications terminals looked similar. They mostly looked similar, in Kirk’s experience, and usually worked – after a point – on the same principles, a convergence of technologies and logical signal formats for subspace radio transmission – the federation only knew of a few logically arranged signal formats that worked well for two dimensional transmission. Though he didn’t know it, it also helped that the Atlanetan technology was highly adaptive even to unfamiliar formats, which was, even with Doctor McKay’s heroic efforts at integrating Earth technology..

Kirk nodded, taking in the various looks of astonishment he was given from around the hall, “This is… strange,” he said quietly to his friend, before venturing a “Hello.” He could see the woman identified as Doctor Weir walk out of an office off one of the galleries, and join in the strange stare, though she, commendably, managed to keep it to a few seconds of incredulity.

“Captain,” she said, stammering a little, “this way please.”


Major John Sheppard leaned over to McKay, sitting behind a strangely industrial conference table that had been left by the builders of the city, the mysterious Ancients, as a man who seemed to be the twin of William Shatner – a little younger, with marginally better hair – settled himself down in the opposite chair. “This is surreal…” he whispered.

“Yeah, I can see that,” the scientist said. He looked at Colonel Everett, who’d yet to sit down, seeming too concerned occasionally snapping orders into his radio, and then to Doctor Weir, theoretically no-longer in command. As she was pulling her jacket straight after sitting down, McKay’s willpower failed. “Right,” he said, “It hasn’t worked. I hate to tell you this, but Captain Kirk is fictional, you’re not fooling anyone! Who are you then?” he had concluded that they weren’t Wraith, as that would be pointless. The Wraith were on the verge of driving them off Atlantis anyway. And he doubted the Wraith were desperate enough to vaporise one of their own starships – yet.

“He looks real enough to me,” McCoy said, smirking a little, pretending not to be amused by the accusation that he was a figment of someone’s imagination.

“Yeah, it’s a very good Shatner look-alike effect…”

“Shatner?” asked Kirk, cutting McKay off, before Doctor Weir in turn cut him off.

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves… Rodney. Please sit down.”

“I’m not accusing them of anything,” McKay said, “We’ve seen life-forms that have impersonated dead people before, so why not fictional ones. But…”

“Rodney…” she repeated, with a pointed glare.

“Fine,” the ancient-computer specialist said, kicking his feet out and dropping back into the chair – this one of Earth vintage – with a ‘clump’ that made it give out an exasperated little pneumatic sigh and caused its castor-wheels to protest a little with rattles as the chair shifted back before its occupant arrested its motion with his feet. He assumed a pout that would put most five year olds to shame, and crossed his arms. It took him a moment to realise how childish this looked, and he pointedly uncrossed his arms.

“My apologies for the lack of introductions gentlemen,” Weir said, “I am of course, Doctor Elizabeth Weir, this is,” she gestured casually, on familiar ground once more – the patter of diplomacy, “Doctor Rodney McKay, the chief scientist here. Colonel Dillon Everett, United States Marine Corps, who’s here to direct our defence, and Major John Sheppard, head of our normal military contingent.”

“Right, as you seem to know us, in a way, I assure you, Doctor McKay,” McCoy twitched a little as Kirk said it, “that we are who we claim to be. I am Captain James T Kirk, this is Doctor Leonard McCoy, and this is Lieutenant Justin Richards.”

“Okay…” Weir said, a little hesitantly, “let’s assume that’s so. Can you tell us how you got here?”

“No,” Kirk said, “some sort of rip… in the fabric of space-time. I could try and explain, but we really don’t know what caused it. Our ship, the Enterprise was breaking orbit over Earth, and we were pulled through as we engaged our war- main engines.”

McKay frowned, a very unpleasant idea forming in his head, related to the laws of conservation “Did you see anything go back the other way?”

Kirk nodded, “We detected another ship being displaced towards Earth, through the rift. A rather boxy configuration.”

The frown deepened a little, and McKay grabbed a pad of paper, and took a pen from one of his pockets, and began sketching something very roughly, with short, quick lines, depicting a blunt nosed object, with two nacelles, each with doors on them. After a moment, he held it up, “Did it look anything like this?”

Kirk nodded.

“Oh crap,” McKay said, at last.

“What is that?” Sheppard asked, the sinking feeling McKay had in the deep, caffeine consuming, well of his stomach growing.

“The Daedalus,” McKay said, “the Zed Pee Emm must have malfunctioned somehow when they tried to activate the hyperdrive… Wherever they,” he nodded to the Captain’s side of the table, “come from, and I don’t even want to try and think up an explanation for that, the Daedalus went there, and they were transferred here…”

“Why?” asked Sheppard.

“It’s complicated. Just think of it as…” he said, searching for terms that Sheppard would understand, “recoil.”

“Right.”

“Did you just say the Daedalus isn’t coming?” Colonel Everett demanded.

McKay rolled his eyes, “Yes!” he said, exasperatedly, “Here,” he took the pen to his pad of paper once more, and wrote, in large letters ‘not coming’ under the sketch, then spun in his chair to face the Colonel, held the paper up, and affected an exaggerated grin.

“I see,” the marine said, pointedly ignoring the antics of the civvie scientist, “this changes things.”

“Excuse me, but, and I don’t mean to distract you from your very important bickering,” McCoy said, “but we did come here to try and find out why we were attacked…”

“Right,” Weir said, smiling a little, she had to remember that particular put-down for use next time Rodney’s badinage became unmanageable. “The race that attacked you are called ‘the Wraith’ they’re the dominant force in this galaxy. They’re an aggressive life-form that lives by consuming the life-force of humans. They want to take this city because they believe they can use it to get to Earth and the Milky Way, which will provide adequate feeding grounds for their numbers, which can’t be supported by the ‘fodder’ in this galaxy.”

“Not too bright, and their ships aren’t that scary, but they themselves are annoyingly hard to kill…” Sheppard added.

Kirk nodded, absorbing this information, “They dominate this galaxy? How long have humans been here for them to feed on?”

“Well over ten millennia. The ancients, the people who built this city, seeded this galaxy with human civilisations.”

Kirk nodded, that at least, made sense. The Preservers had seeded humans over countless planets, and many speculated that there was a common ancestor of humans, vulcans and klingons, and perhaps more races besides. He was back on familiar territory. He had basic background, and it looked unlikely that there was a better option for his crew than combining forces with these Earthlings. “Any idea how many of these Wraith starships there are?”

“Over sixty in this quadrant of the galaxy,” McKay said, “but that’s just the big ones – hive-ships – I’d guess a few hundred cruisers. So, I’d estimate, in total, around two hundred and forty hive ships, and almost a thousand cruisers.

And the chances of simply overcoming these ‘Wraiths’ by force were now looking pretty remote too. “Right, so, they’ve sent an attack force to engage you, how do you plan to defend yourselves?”

“Ah, so, this is your plan?” McKay demanded, “pretend to be our allies and then attack us?”

The Enterprise’s surgeon sighed, “No, our plan is to try and survive as we’re apparently stuck here. Anyway, keep your secrets, it’ll just make it harder for us to work together. Answer me something else instead. How did you get here?”

“We came via the stargate,” Everett said.

“That’s the ring shaped device,” McKay added, more familiar with Star Trek than Everett, knowing an explanation would be needed, “outside. It works kind of like a transporter, but squirts the matter-stream through a microscopic wormhole…” He broke off into a laugh at Commander McCoy’s reaction, a frown that told of biting back an expression of horror.

“Now that is interesting,” the captain said, laying his hands on the table, “I have seen the idea proposed but never any practical implementation. I take it you didn’t build this place,” he said, stating the obvious.

“No, this city was built by a race we call the Ancients, the builders of the stargate network. They seeded most planets in this galaxy and our own with stargates, to allow easy interplanetary transport for themselves and others.”

Kirk nodded, impressed by the scope of the idea - new worlds in a single step – even if it would be accompanied by mutterings of malcontent from McCoy. It was a fascinating idea, but he felt he had to bring the conversation back on topic. There’d be time to learn more after they defeated these Wraiths, “But anyway, how do we convince you that we are who we say we are?”

“I know,” put in McKay, snapping his fingers, “the alien detector…”

“I’m not sure I trust that thing,” said Doctor Weir.

Lieutenant Richards spoke up, “Well, you people can administer blood tests, no? Wouldn’t that tell you that we’re not Wraith?”

“Right,” said Weir, acutely aware that if… Kirk, she paused for a moment to consider that she was already accepting this story, wanted to destroy the city, he’d have little difficulty doing so, and if he wanted to take the city, transporting its guards into space would be a quite adequate strategy for doing so. And besides, the Wraith had already attacked Kirk’s ship...

She touched the microphone/earpiece assembly she wore, “Doctor Beckett… Prepare to receive our guests. I want you to administer basic blood tests to check their species.”

After a moment, his reply crackled into her ear, “Please,” she said, rising, “This way please. Colonel, major, - I think Rodney and I can manage this bit alone, and I’m sure you both have work to be doing that requires your attention…”


The preparations for the defence of Atlantis continued, with dozens of marines and air force setting up heavy anti-air batteries around the balconies of the city’s central tower, and preparing machine guns and other arms for the action everyone knew was impending. The enemy were at the door, and they needed to invade the city.

But they had quite a surprise coming if they thought that they would take Atlantis easily. The wraith were advanced technologically, but for ten millennia they’d done little but prey on those who were unable to defend themselves, and destroy those who were approaching a level that could rise to threaten them. Their technological superiority was not always a match for determination and experience…

Nor did it always match bravery.


In the Atlantis medical bay, McCoy could barely drag himself away from the apparently crude instruments, busy examining wraith tissue samples. “These scanners are actually quite sophisticated,” he said, after a few minutes of analysis of the tissue sample, “better than I’d have suspected.”

“Yeah,” his counterpart said, “upgrades from the stargate programme… aaannd you’re humans.”

“Right,” McCoy said, strafing his chair over to a more advanced terminal, part of the original set-up, taking a moment to guess at the meanings of the symbols before putting the tissue sample into a slot and bringing up a display in a strange alien text, he’d have to see about getting it translated, “Are you going to at least half-trust us now?”

At that moment, a chirruping noise distracted McCoy’s attention, and he looked towards the captain, who was retrieving his communicator from his belt, flipping the golden object open with a practiced flourish. “Kirk here,” he said.

“Captain,” Spock said through the subspace radio, “it appears that a number of shuttles have launched from the city, carrying nuclear weapons of some form. We are unable to track them further.”

Kirk raised an eyebrow, and Doctor Weir looked over, “Ah. We’re putting mines into orbit for when the wraith move their fleet in.”

“Right Spock,” Kirk said, “stand by,” he closed the communicator, “That’s not going to work,” he said.

“What?” asked McKay, “why not?”

“Space combat one oh one. Gravity wells are the low ground. If they detect your mines, they’ll just fire some rocks at them and set them off that way.”

“The mines are made of a stealth material.”

“We detected them.”

McKay blinked, “Good point…” he said, “I’ll get onto Major Sheppard about it,” he leaned back a little and stabbed at his wireless headset.

[Crazedwraith]

Boring, boring, boring...hey Mines??? when did they appear?

Also are movie era communicators golden?

[NecronLord]

Boring, boring, boring...hey Mines??? when did they appear?

Bah. You proofread all but the last few paragraphs. I didn't feel like waiting. Now everyone will rip on those last few paragraphs.

[phongn]

Woohoo!

Atlantis really needs an IADS, though, a bunch of independant AA-gunners = teh suck

[NecronLord]

Atlantis really needs an IADS, though, a bunch of independant AA-gunners = teh suck

Only so much you can set up at short notice, and they're better than nothing. I think.

[phongn]

Oh, they're much better than nothing but I'd have expected that they could have had something in the area given the time they had, IIRC. Even some central controller (a person, not computer) tied into the city's sensors directing the air-defense would have worked better.

Too bad they didn't have time to set up some naquadah-boosted Nike Hercules missiles or something (j/k)

[NecronLord]

Oh, they're much better than nothing but I'd have expected that they could have had something in the area given the time they had, IIRC. Even some central controller (a person, not computer) tied into the city's sensors directing the air-defense would have worked better.

Weellll. As I recall, Zalenca or one of the spear carriers was reading stuff off the sensors, and they do have radios. I'd presume they were doing so, there just wasn't much made of it because it wasn't relevant to the plot.

Too bad they didn't have time to set up some naquadah-boosted Nike Hercules missiles or something (j/k)

* Quietly envisions large parts of the city being blown up by accident*

[Xon]

Very nice chapter

I ment to go over the beta chapters you send me with a fine-tooth comb, but RL has me doing nightshift hours.

[NecronLord]

I ment to go over the beta chapters you send me with a fine-tooth comb, but RL has me doing nightshift hours.

It's alright, I forgive you!

[Crazedwraith]

I ment to go over the beta chapters you send me with a fine-tooth comb, but RL has me doing nightshift hours.

It's alright, I forgive you!

Whereas I'm just lazy. Or alterantive concentrating on getting RL stuff like uni applications done...

[NecronLord]

Chapter Four – Joining Battle

The Wraith Hive Ship leading the assault was a complex vessel, consisting of hundreds of chambers holding tens of thousands of wraith. The assault forces it held consisted of thousands of super-human harvesters ready to board a hundreds of pointed fighters bound for the city of the Ancient Enemy.

They lined up on platforms in squads of eight, the base-unit of the Ancient Enemy’s number system, lead by harvester-officers of the higher caste of the wraith society, weapons at the ready for the attack. Everything was ready, and the wraith were certain that there was no way that they could be defeated in the upcoming attack.

Darts, as they were called by the occupiers of Atlantis, (because they were so pointy) hovered up squads of these infantry with glowing culling-beams that rendered them down into patterns stored in computer-memory inside each dart. Though the darts only had a single pilot, in truth they carried no less than nine wraith each, pregnant with a cargo of fighters to deliver to the grounded city ship.

The fighter craft angled down and out of the bays of the hive ship, and into deep space, streaking off to the watery planet of the Ancient Enemy as cruisers advanced to cover their flanks.


“The Wraith are moving,” Zelenka called out in the control room of the great city, “Darts and… three cruisers.”

Doctor Weir frowned a little, it had been about ten minutes since the ‘guests’ had returned to their ship, without much incident. They’d seemed interested in the city, but none of her people had the time to give them much of a tour or any other hospitality. After that, there’d been some issue of the role Teyla’s people should play in the city’s defence. Not that she couldn’t see his point, when Sheppard had arrived with a whole herd of people in tow – just as the city was seemingly about to implode, no less – she’d been quite slow to trust the refugees who had arrived seemingly because of Sheppard’s impulse.

However, they’d eventually proven themselves to be reliable, and she only hoped that Colonel Everett would warm up to them in the same way. Unfortunately, they might not have time for that, if the wraith got their way.

Everett was climbing the gate-room’s steps, seemingly angry about something, the last time Weir had seen him, he was going in to the ‘hologram room’ with Sheppard. “How long until they get here?” he said.

Zelenka turned, “The darts, about an hour tops, probably less. If they want to arrive with the cruisers, give it seventy minutes.”

“Good,” he said, “That should be enough time for McKay to get that chair-weapon online. How effective can we expect the drones to be against wraith cruisers?”

Zelenka frowned, “Well, we really don’t know much about how the drones perform in combat, barring that they’re individually able to destroy darts, and can penetrate goa’uld shields upgraded with Anubis’ counterfeit ancient technology. We think that they work on a phase-shift principle similar to Tollan…”

“I don’t need to know that. Will they kill them?”

“Possibly.”

“We’d better hope so,” Everett said, “or we’re in serious trouble.”

Zelenka sighed, and muttered something in Czech that boiled down to ‘we’re already in trouble.’


Aboard the Enterprise, her captain was caught in a dilemma. The cruisers approaching were more than a match for the ship in a direct engagement. Even though the last cruiser had proved somewhat inferior to the Enterprise, there was little chance that she could take on three of them at once and be successful.

Leaning on his fist, turning the command chair a little, “Are our security crews down?" he asked. He’d ordered the spare members of the Enterprise’s crew, those trained for combat, to deploy on Atlantis as soon as the Enterprise had detected the new wave of ships incoming. If nothing else, they’d serve as a gesture to build trust, and that was something that the Enterprise’s crew needed to earn in the near future.

“Suggestions?” Kirk asked at last, watching the tactical display of the enemy ships approaching.

His first officer turned around in his chair, “One does spring to mind captain… Manoeuvre warfare.”

Kirk smiled, lifting his head from his fist, “Those nuclear weapons.”

“Precisely,” Spock said, “Shall I have Mister Scott begin shield reconfigurations?”

“Yes indeed. Lieutenant Uhura, please inform Atlantis command that we’d like to borrow, say, two of their bombs…”


“They want what?” Asked Weir.

“They’re asking to borrow two of our bombs,” said the marine who had been stationed at the Ancient communications console, along with various bits of earth-built communications equipment. “They are apparently planning to use them to strike at the Wraith.”

“Absolutely not,” the colonel said, “we need those weapons.”

“I don’t know, we’re not making our position any worse by giving them away, and if they can use them on the wraith, that’s far more beneficial to us than sitting with them here.”

Everett paced for a moment, “And if they use them against us?”

Zelenka sighed a little, “If they wanted to blow up Atlantis, they’ve got more than enough firepower to do so in a few seconds, at least while we haven’t got a shield.”

Everett frowned, “Are you certain?”

“Oh yes, any wraith cruiser could do that too, if it makes you feel any better.”

He sighed a little, relenting, in no way feeling better after that revelation “Okay, let them have two,” he said, tapping his radio, “Sheppard, what’s the status of that chair?”


McCoy was talking in hushed tones to the Captain, leaning on the back of his chair. “You realise, Jim, if there are human captives aboard these Wraith ships, we can’t just destroy them?”

Kirk nodded, “Trust me Bones, I’d rather not do it either, but we’ve got to face up to the fact that if we fight them, then there’s always the possibility we might destroy them. We can reduce the secondary effects of our phasers, maybe reduce the yield of the torpedoes, but we can’t guarantee that we’re going to just cripple an enemy, and I don’t like the look of those hive ships – I certainly don’t want to have to pull punches against them…

McCoy nodded, “Right,” he said, reluctantly, he knew that it would be quite insane to disagree with that assessment. He’d seen those enemy flagships, they were truly huge.


In the Enterprise’s transporter room, Captain Montgomery Scott, the ship’s second officer, looked over the weapons as they materialised. After a few moments, he began examining them with a hand-held scanner. They weren’t exactly the most sophisticated – at least, not by the standards of the federation, they were actually more sophisticated than the designs of the historical late twentieth century – weapons he’d ever seen, and there was an elemental ore, something that his tricorder seemed to dislike, in them that defied easy classification. The instrument indicated that the material was dominated by some super-heavy element. Each device had a yield of about three megatons, though the way the ore was placed suggested that it was intended to enhance the explosion in some way perhaps considerably. He took a microscopic sample of the anomalous material for Spock to examine later, and then returned to ‘business.’

Each was, in Scotty’s estimation, a little more powerful than a photon torpedo, but significantly less robust, not that that really mattered that much. He set to work altering their computers to the Captain’s specifications…


In the cavernous command chamber of the lead cruiser, the planet and the Enterprise, which had destroyed another cruiser, the vessel’s commander watched with narrowed eyes. He had known his counterpart who had been destroyed by the livestock-vessel, and the thought foremost in his mind was one of vengeance.

He hissed slightly in anticipation, and ordered the other two vessels to begin breaking off from their escort roles as they approached. The spindly white vessel was presenting its rear, seemingly ignoring the wraith as they approached the planet, and he had no desire to let the opportunity to destroy it pass. They would focus their firepower at the back of the saucer part of the vessel, and the gantry connecting it to the lower fuselage. That should cripple it, then there would be little to do but pummel the remains, and perhaps board the alien vessel and feed on its crew.

The idea brought a form of salivation as hormone-sacks in his upper arm began expanding in preparation for a feast…

The other ships signalled their readiness, moving up into a line abreast, to focus their firepower on the enemy all at once.


“Enemy vessels approaching weapons range captain,” Chekov said, “Five minutes.”

Kirk smiled, “Is Mister Scott ready?”

Uhura nodded, adjusting the earpiece she wore.

“Spock…”

The science officer punched in another sequence of commands, “Computer program ready Captain,”

Kirk nodded, “Helm, ahead one eighth impulse, rear shields to maximum, let them get us in their sights, give them something to shoot at…”

“Weapons range in fifteen seconds Captain…” Chekov said.

“Rear angle on viewer,” Kirk said with a nod, and the screen at the front of the bridge changed to show a magnified view of the enemy ships, just over the planet’s horizon, bows towards the Enterprise.

“Ten seconds…”

“Lock phasers on the rightmost ship,” he said, and Chekov reached out to manipulate several toggle switches.

“Stern and starboard phasers ready Captain.”

“Fire at will, Helm, turn us starboard, ten degrees per second.”

“Aye Sir,” the blue-skinned andorian officer said, “Now altering course.”

The Wraith ships drifted towards the left of the screen for a moment before the viewer’s circuits began compensation for the ship’s movement. “In range!” Checkov called, and twin beams of scintillating blue light shot from the bottom of the viewer, impacting the ship on the right of the screen, sending out little showers of debris from the dark hull of the ship.


The Wraith commander grinned, hissing a little, instinctively, as the target ship opened fire and began running – its speed was truly pitiful – around the planet. Still, the Wraith vessels had decelerated to mere orbital velocities and so they would take a few moments to catch up. The prey-vessel would disappear around the planet’s horizon, but only briefly. One of his subordinates told him, telepathically, that the enemy would be within weapons range in moments, and he smiled, this battle would soon end…

The wraith ships unleashed their counter-fire just as the starboard battery of the Enterprise joined in, four beams of phaser-energy raking the prow of the leftmost ship in the formation. Bolts of plasma-energy left the wraith ships, shooting towards the Enterprise. Most missed, but enough hit the distant ship to shake its crew about from their positions, causing the deck plates themselves to shudder.


Kirk grunted as the armrest of his chair dug deeply into his side, “We’ve got to get a fix for this,” he grunted. On the screen, the ship on the right brightened as an explosion blossomed under its armour. “That should get them annoyed, ahead, full impulse!”

The ship shook as another plasma bolt burst against the shields, a glance at the display of which showed were fading in the starboard section of the ship. Kirk smiled as he horizon obscured the wraith vessels, apparently granting the Enterprise a stay of execution. “Mister Chekov, fire photons.”

Echoing alert noises accompanied the launch of the powerful weapons from the mid-section pylon of the vessel, and Kirk ordered the viewer switched to tactical display mode. Icons representing the weapons flew out, conforming to the curve of the planet below, streaking in a wide circle, not as fast as he would have liked, but more than sufficient.

“Helm, ahead warp factor three.”

The helmswoman nodded, and the planet and the torpedos receding in half a second.


The Wraith vessel’s commander snarled, ordering his subordinates to increase the vessel’s speed. They should have caught up with the enemy vessel by now, even though its accelleration had jumped by almost an order of magnitude after it had finished firing.


“Mister Scott,” Kirk said, leaning back in his command chair, “Are the nuclear weapons ready?”

“Aye sir,” the chief engineer’s voice came back, “Just give me the word, and they’ll be out…”

It had taken some time to find the best way to deploy them, but ultimately, having emptied the main shuttlebay, and loaded the timed weapons into it, next to the wide doors, now opened, would allow for deployment in a mere second of vulnerability.

“Five seconds Scotty, four…” Kirk read out, and Scotty opened a secured cover over the button to deactivate the atmosphere-containment shield… “three, two one… Shields down now!”

The stars outside the doors returned to normal pinpricks of light and Scotty pressed his thumb down on the red button. The exit from the shuttlebay flashed, and the nuclear devices – each suspended off the floor by anti-gravitic cargo holding devices clamped to the ground – shot out into space, “Go!” Scotty called, and the Enterprise began moving at warp speed once again…


In the Hive Ships, two massive vessels drifting a few miles from one another, there was little need for concern. They wee confident that the forces they had dispatched to the Atlantean world would not be defeated, and their hyperspace sensors showed no indication of danger. For this reason, no wraith were expecting the appearance of the human ship in between their vessels. Normally, they could have brought the ship’s shields down in a few minutes or less, and with its defences disabled as they were, crippled the Enterprise in seconds.

But they did not have the warning necessary to act, they could only register confusion at the enemy vessel that had appeared between them and their remaining escort…


Spock leaned back from the science terminal on the Enterprise’s bridge, “Registering detonation, two point sources, total yield approximately two thousand four hundred megatons.”

Kirk turned slowly, “Megatons, Spock?”

The first officer nodded, “Yes captain. The enemy capital vessels have been reduced to micro-fragments.”

Damn, Kirk thought. “Well, there go our survivors… What about the planet?”

“Impact in five…” Spock said, adjusting his instruments…


Over Atlantis, darts fell like rain, screaming through the air – noise-makers on their stubby wings making the sound – towards the sea before skimming at wave-level towards the northernmost pier of the snowflake like city. The wraith would have attempted to land directly inside the central towers, but their strategy had been changed by the appearance of a sophisticated star-ship. It had been decided to try and avoid anti-aircraft fire by attacking in this way.

It wasn’t always successful, and missiles and railgun projectiles destroyed many such vessels, blasting them apart with explosives, or punching holes through their delicate shells and igniting lithium-naquadah fuel cells, turning them into bright balls of incandescent fire even though only miniscule amounts of the elements contacted one another.

But nonetheless, most of the Darts made it to the edge of the pier, disgorging their squads of troops, and streaking towards the towers at the centre of the great city, unleashing streams of their own fire and attempting to ‘hoover up’ defending humans.

Suddenly, the entire fighter force lost cohesion as a psionic shock ripped through the collective wraith psyche. The destruction of the Hive Ships sent a horrible shockwave through the minds of every wraith that could ‘hear.’ Several of the darts, their wingtips skimming the spray of the great ocean’s waves, lost control as their pilots made errors, carving up huge sprays as they dipped beneath the waves before emerging into the air again, others stopped in mid manoeuvre and flew into the guns of their enemies as they were distracted from the complex evasive actions that their light fighter-craft were capable. Others still made mistakes in the delicate weaving through Atlantis’ towers, slamming into the ancient structure.

In orbit, the wraith aboard the cruisers stared in shock. Their leader snarled in rage and frustration at the death of so many of his friends and family. A chiming brought his attention back to the present… Some kind of projectiles were approaching from behind his ships, apparently having orbited the planet… He sent a command to his gunners to destroy them, but too late. The ship rocked with impacts against its engines, turning them into massive gouts of suddenly released plasma, incandescent plumes easily visible from the surface below, even to the untrained eye.

[Chris OFarrell]

It's nice to see someone writing a well written fic that doens't take itself as seriously as a lot of other peoples fics around here.

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[NecronLord]

As you have appeared to have delivered on your own fic, I shall get straight on it. Well, after my morning read...

[Xon]

Hmm nicew. I like some of the changes over the beta version