The Undiscovered Galaxy (SG:A Crossover)

[Coalition]

Given the author, I'd have expected to see skeletal warriors instead of the Enterprise challenging the Wraith for control of the galaxy.

Even more fun, is if the Wraith try and kidnap a few of the troops, to consume them. Surprise - the troops are all robots, and don't provide any fodder for the Wraith. Even bigger suprise, the Lords decide that they need the humans to prosper, for their masters to consume later. All under their control of course (and it requires a massive leap in Necro Lord intelligence).

Still, very good story, and am waiting for the next chapter.

[NecronLord]

Even more fun, is if the Wraith try and kidnap a few of the troops, to consume them. Surprise - the troops are all robots, and don't provide any fodder for the Wraith. Even bigger suprise, the Lords decide that they need the humans to prosper, for their masters to consume later. All under their control of course (and it requires a massive leap in Necro Lord intelligence).

Not really. I strongly suspect that the lack of necron free will is overstated. There'd be no point in them if they were just drones. Necrontyr creativity must be an ingredient in a necron somewhere.

Chapter Five – A Narrow Victory

Major General Jack O’Neill sighed, things had hardly been turbulent lately, and getting the various characters around the Pentagon to leave him alone had been quite a challenge. General Landry appeared to be adjusting to fill Hammond’s shoes at last, which left the ongoing challenges of Homeworld Defence. He looked up at the grandfather clock in the corner of the office, something General Hammond had left when he’d had this room – Jack had never known Hammond possessed such a thing, though to be fair, it could have been in the office long before that. He sighed, he was definitely The Man now.

As the clock moved inexorably towards ten, O’Neill rose and locked the door, then pulled the room’s blinds shut. He returned to his desk, and instructed his secretary (The Man he thought with a trace of dejection) to hold all visitors. The clock ticked and he sat down, watching the heavy brass pendulum move...

A scintillating white light burst into the room opposite him, and he narrowed his eyes a little, “Thor!” he said, as the light disappeared, “glad you could make it!”

The diminutive Asgard clambered up into the room’s free chair, and nodded, “I regret that I could not come yesterday, but the Asgard presently have no ships available, and I was on board the O’Neill until this morning.”

“Oh,” Jack said, “Really, you built another one?”

“Yes,” Thor said, nodding slightly, and narrowing his saucer-like black eyes.

“Well,” Jack said, “That’s what I should talk to you about. We seem to have had no contact back from the Daedalus after it left orbit, and I’m told something… odd happened to its hyperspace window generator…”

It was hard to tell if Thor was frowning, but O’Neill had the sense that the Asgard was. “We are aware that there may have been complications in integrating the Zero Point Module with the hyperdrive aboard your vessel. Did you detect any debris?”

“Not so far,” he said, “you?”

“I came by stargate, and asked Colonel Pendergast to relay me here. We presently have no starships available, this is why we were unable to commit greater resources to combating the Wraith. We are presently sweeping our own galaxy for remaining replicators.”

“Yeah, any luck on that?” Jack asked, and Thor cocked his head again.

“Some,” he said, “We have monitored what remains of replicator interconnective network, and found some fallback locations. We are still not certain that we have eliminated all of them at the present time, however, and must therefore keep some of our forces to defend Aurilla at all times.”

“Well, it would take you no time at all to send a ship out to Pegasus, surely?”

“Indeed, but we also have other commitments, including an aggressive program of strikes against remaining goa’uld assets in the milky-way. We have been at war with the goa’uld for many centuries, and are eager to ensure that they are unable to harm anyone again.”

“Well, can’t argue with that,”

“Aside from that, the High Council is eager to re-establish our reputation within this galaxy while we have the resources available. Then they plan to move on to Pegasus. I will perhaps be able to free up the Daniel Jackson to investigate next week, if you have not re-established contact with the Daedalus by then.”

“Nothing you can do before that?” Jack asked.

“Well, perhaps…”


The Wraith ran through the corridors of Atlantis in teams, heavy bodies thudding through the ancient city, kicking up sprays of dust wherever their feet fell. The Wraith needed nothing as crude as radios and communications devices, a sense of urgency spread through their minds as one, they needed to kill, and feed, but most importantly, they needed to take the city and gain access to the ancient’s intergalactic hyperdrive technology, their holy grail.

They could hear sporadic gunfire, and other sounds from the front of their forces as they engaged, conflict spreading throughout the narrow, twisting Atlantean corridors. Especially trained experts moved quickly, tearing panels off the crystal technology of the Ancients and interfacing their own devices to override the control of the city’s internal systems that the ‘prey’ in the city had.

In the central tower of the north pier, the Wraith assault leader hissed as his guards hefted a man-size re-transmitter, and he paced with impatience. Someone should have sent scout drones ahead of the forward groups, from his vantage point he could see the flashes of crude projectile fire, and it would have been nice to have the darts pepper the area with fire beforehand.

Still, he couldn’t exactly have everything. But he could at least begin the process of downloading the Atlantean database.


In orbit, the cruisers listed uncertainly, great gashes in their rear sections venting atmosphere and lubricant fluids into the cold of space. Panic was setting in aboard the ships, as it looked increasingly unlikely that they would be able to either escape or fight effectively if their enemy returned. The commander of the lead cruiser stalked through the narrow companionways of his ship, watching roiling blankets of steam issue from the side of the corridor, where one of the ship’s many cracked water tanks was being heated by a broken power line.

He entered the cavernous hyperspace generator chamber, a huge space dominated by the spherical device, with walkways leading to it from all directions. He hissed softly to see the lighting in the chamber crackle on and off, and the showers of incandescent sparks from the roof of the chamber, falling down into the abyss. He demanded a report from the ship’s expert, who riled himself up and growled subversively, gesturing to the flashovers in the ceiling of the chamber. The commander sighed, and put more than a hint of blackmailing-malice into his tone.


“Range?” asked Kirk, leaning forwards on the armrest of his chair.

“Range point seven,” replied Checkov, “we could fire now, but they don’t seem to be up to returning it.”

“Right, no need,” Kirk said, “Close in and see if we can get a good scan on their internals.”

The Enterprise closed in on the stricken cruisers, her weapons ready to open fire at a split second’s notice.


Aidan Ford watched as the Wraith fireteam moved down the darkened corridor – they didn’t seem to have seen his team so far, and he wished he had the time to set up a few claymores somewhere – it’d make it gratifyingly easy to deal with them. But alas, there hadn’t been an opportunity for that. He filliped the safety catch of his P-90 with a resigned sense of regret, and gave it another visual inspection.

“Three,” he counted, and he could see one of the marines with him remove the pin from a grenade, “two,” he counted, and the other two brought their weapons up to their shoulders, “one,” he whispered, doing likewise.

He came around the corner with his shoulders, exposing only a tiny sliver of his body, and opened fire, sighting down the top of the weapon. The weapon kicked in time with the loud rapport of its projectiles flying down the corridor. Ford was peripherally aware of the cylinder of the grenade bouncing down the corridor as one of the Wraith twitched, a bullet ricocheting from its body armour before it dropped. Another two fell as the marines put them down, and the grenade obscured the Wraith for a moment, forcing Aidan to shield his eyes.

Unfortunately, it was clear that this hadn’t dealt with the entire Wraith team, as the transparent bolts of Wraith stunner weapons shot through the smoke, splashing off the metal walls of Atlantis. Ford held the submachine-gun’s trigger for a moment, letting its bullets fly through the corridor, more to suppress the enemy than to deal with him.

One of the marines signalled with his hand – one Wraith left – and Ford nodded, shifting a little way out into the corridor to get a better look, he could see the figure moving about in the smoke and let loose a short burst, causing the foe to fall twitching to the floor. He scrambled forwards with his team, each putting a short burst into the heads of any fallen enemy they came across – with the Wraith, one could never be too sure.

Aidan dropped to his knees and reloaded his weapon, calling in to the command tower, and requesting permission to advance further down the corridor. He looked down at the bodies, “Hey, neat,” he said, taking a Wraith stunner-pistol – he was getting short on ammunition – and finding a bunch of Wraith grenades on the same body, “Anyone want some more firepower?” he said, taking one.


The commander of the Wraith ground assault watched the night sky light up with a plume of fire when another dart was immolated by a missile, this was going very badly, and he began sending orders to the darts, before querying the ships in orbit. Things weren’t exactly looking too good up there either. He had been counting on second and third waves to allow him to press a numerical advantage against the defenders, so there wasn’t much chance of doing more than holding the current position. However, most importantly was the ongoing effort to download information on intergalactic hyperdrive technology from the Atlantean computers. That had to be protected at all costs.

Sitting in an Atlantean chair, he watched his technicians apparently having no luck whatsoever in doing so. That in itself was galling – these primitives had no call to be so damned effective. Their knowledge of Atlantean technology shouldn’t be better than his own people’s. The Assault Leader sighed and began tapping away at the touch-keyboards of the Atlantean internal surveillance system to see what his warriors were up to. Nothing good, it seemed. A large number of them were being killed in a human counter-attack, and others were falling back. He snarled angrily at the technicians with him, and decided it was time to prepare a fallback option.


“So, can you tell if there are any captives aboard?”

Spock looked at the captain, “I believe I can distinguish between Wraith and human, yes. There appear to be a large number of humans, approximately fifty per vessel, on the lower decks of the ships.”

“Damn,” hissed McCoy, his fingers gripping the back of the captain’s chair and squeezing. The implications were fairly obvious – the Wraith ships, including the ones that had been vaporised, were loaded with hostages.

“Jim,” he started.

“No need to ask, go. Spock, send the coordinates to the transporter rooms, begin beaming the prisoners directly to sickbay,” he liked that particular improvement in the refitted Enterprise, though it was actually a technique the Klingons had been using first.

McCoy nodded, and strode towards the lift at the right side of the bridge, brushing past a yeoman leaving it. “And get a few Wraith, send them direct to the brig, protocol five,” Kirk added, “Once you’re done with that, start beaming the crew from the least damaged ship, set them down somewhere on the mainland. It would be useful to get one of their ships intact…”


Lieutenant Richards checked his phaser, sliding the forward section forward, exposing a small type one device inside, and then checked the clip, he watched the body-armoured security team move through the alien city’s corridors, rifles at their shoulders as they moved. The translucent blue bolts of the Wraith stunners filled the corridor, and he moved out into the corridor, opening fire, a shimmering blue beam lancing out and punching into the shoulder of one of the Wraith and out the other side, resulting in a fountain of alien blood.

A stunner blast hit one of the Starfleet security officers in the chest, splashing off his body armour, as he returned fire, hitting the enemy in the chest, resulting in the Wraith being consumed by a spreading wave of phaser energy.


The Assault Leader watched from the balcony as his forces were driven relentlessly back towards their foothold, the enemy pummelling them back with concerted attacks. Suddenly he felt a burning pain in his arm, and looked down to see a ragged hole torn through the muscles of his upper arm, leaking blood. He dashed from the balcony. This was beginning to get intolerable.


Doctor Weir watched as Everett smiled, “The Darts have fallen back to the enemy foothold. We’re pushing them back, and they’ve still yet to access the computer,” he said, “Seems like we’re winning.”

“That’s good news,” she said, “what about the cruisers?”

“They seem to be holding position, the Enterprise is back…” McKay said.

“Really? What’s it doing?”

“At a guess, I’d say they’re boarding one of the cruisers or something.”


In the Enterprise’s sickbay, McCoy continued working with a scalpel to remove a kind of cocoon tissue, a clinging substance that had, thankfully, less tensile strength than he’d been anticipating – though of course, it was still more than sufficient to restrain humans. Doctor Chapel, and everyone else, were working hard to try and free all the people that had been beamed into the sickbay. They’d already overflown from the sickbay into one of the cargo bays. There were around a hundred and fifty casualties, and the constitution had only four hundred and thirty three crew –it wasn’t really anticipated that there would be this many casualties at any one time, at least, not outside of a very disastrous situation, “Relaxants!” Chapel cried, and someone passed her a hypo, so far they’d found the kind of hysteria that required such treatment was the norm among those who they took off the Wraith ships. What was stranger, however, was that some of the humans they’d taken from the Wraith ships had been quite distressed by being removed. McCoy put it to the back of his mind as something that he would worry about another time.


The Assault Leader smiled as the dart’s culling beam engulfed him on the balcony. He could just see the look on the cattle-sniper’s face, no doubt even now drawing a bead on him. His force was defeated, that was evident, but he at least would not be killed. Unfortunately, his technicians hadn’t gained access to the ancient enemy’s database, so he’d left them behind. They could work, and perhaps find something, without his supervision, but for now, he concluded that there was no point in remaining on Atlantis.


“The Wraith appear to be evacuating what they can,” one of Everett’s marines said.

“Incoming wormhole!” shouted McKay, and the lights on the stargate below began to glow. Weir and Everett replied simultaneously, “Raise the shield!”

The stargate’s chevrons began to glow as a wormhole connected, and finally the gap in the torus of metal glowed with white energy. Everyone in the room waited with baited breath, anticipating the Wraith to attempt to send some kind of weapon.

“We’re getting a signal,” McKay said, “audio only!”

“Put it up…” Everett said.

A voice with an American accent came over the speakers, “Is this thing on? Anyone there? Over?”

“General O’Neill,” Weir said, “I thought you were sending the Zero Point Module on the Daedalus?”

“We did – I’m on Aurilla, the new Asgard home world. It’s nice this time of year. I love what they’ve done with the place – very Star Trek… Oh, nifty, hang on…” A shimmering hologram of the general appeared to be stepping into shimmering existence in front of the stargate. Weir and Everett began walking down the steps of the city, as O’Neill looked around, “This place is pretty sweet too!” he added.

“Speaking of Star Trek,” Weir said, “first, let me say, this isn’t a prank…”


Spock leaned back from the sensor data on the Enterprise’s bridge, “The enemy ships that retain their crews appear to be preparing some kind of faster than light drives…”

Kirk wasted no time. “Open fire!” he snapped.

The enterprise’s weapons opened up, lances of phaser energy impacting the ship closest to the planet, beginning a methodical destruction of the slender Wraith ship. However, it seemed that they were too late to complete the task as the other vessel surged forwards and disappeared with a flash. Kirk cursed inwardly, and laid his cheek on his fist, punching himself lightly. “Should have opened up earlier…” he said.


O’Neill grinned, “So, what you’re saying is, we’ve got an Enterprise, with phasers?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. Well, it’s not all bad then… Anyway, I’d better be going then, we’ve got to see if we can’t recover the Daedalus somehow, or at least figure out where it went, if it wasn’t destroyed…”

[Chris OFarrell]

“Speaking of Star Trek,” Weir said, “first, let me say, this isn’t a prank…”

That was such a cool line

[Vianca]

TOS Enterprise with a Hyperdrive?

[NecronLord]

TOS Enterprise with a Hyperdrive?

To be fair, they might already have a working transwarp drive. I'm not entirely sure how fairly I'll be playing with the established post ST6 Trek canon here - the TV shows are somewhat inaccurate, according to Kirk. I may go with Mister Scott's Guide to the Enterprise or just change bits. I'm not certain if it'll be necessery for plot reasons. But at the moment, they've got an entire Wraith cruiser to play with.

It's time to loot the Naquadah and start making photon torpedos with Darkstar's ideas of trek firepower!

[Xon]

But at the moment, they've got an entire Wraith cruiser to play with.

Even the Wraith hyperdrive is competitive with low-end to mid Startrek warp drives. But with a little know how from the Asgard and the SG-verse humans, any speed problems can be fixed

It's time to loot the Naquadah and start making photon torpedos with Darkstar's ideas of trek firepower!

Ok, now that is evil. This demands some statements by the characters about how ludricious the level of firepower they are talking about.

[phongn]

Bah, they only have the puny 1.2GT devices. They need ze Gatebuster!

[Xon]

Bah, they only have the puny 1.2GT devices. They need ze Gatebuster!

Baby steps.

There are still plenty of ZPMs in the galaxy to be found

[NecronLord]

There are still plenty of ZPMs in the galaxy to be found

In this week's installment, they go to get one.

[Vianca]

Bah, they only have the puny 1.2GT devices. They need ze Gatebuster!

Baby steps.

There are still plenty of ZPMs in the galaxy to be found

In the place of the TOS-E her warp core?
Or as reserve power supply?

[Xon]

In the place of the TOS-E her warp core?
Or as reserve power supply?

Even for the most ludicrous high end for the TOS-E warp core power generation levels still puts the it lower than a ZPM's stated power capacity.

And using a ZPM as a "reserve power supply" is like using a wound up lacky-band as your main power supply and then having a nuclear power plant as your "reserve".

[Vianca]

nanocell = nacell
The warp nanocells are build for plasma out the warpcor, I don't know if a ZPM has a plasma output, or that the warp nanocell can work on something diffrent than (warp) plasma.

[phongn]

nanocell = nacell

It's nacelle - a streamlined enclosure. Not an abbreviation of "nanocell."

The warp nanocells are build for plasma out the warpcor, I don't know if a ZPM has a plasma output, or that the warp nanocell can work on something diffrent than (warp) plasma.

Make the ZPM power some sort of plasma energizer? Run superconducting cable?

[Prozac the Robert]

In the place of the TOS-E her warp core?
Or as reserve power supply?

How about as munitions?

[Xon]

Make the ZPM power some sort of plasma energizer? Run superconducting cable?

With a ZPM and it's ability to provide variable power levels depending on demand, you would have to be stupid not to figure out how to get it to generate plasma.

How about as munitions?

What the hell are they going to require trans-deathstar level firepower for? In stargate.

[Jawawithagun]

Make the ZPM power some sort of plasma energizer? Run superconducting cable?

With a ZPM and it's ability to provide variable power levels depending on demand, you would have to be stupid not to figure out how to get it to generate plasma.

Make the nacelles self-contained and heat the plasma directly inside the coils by laser maybe?

[Xon]

Make the nacelles self-contained and heat the plasma directly inside the coils by laser maybe?

There are vastly easier ways to generate plasma with limitless electrical energy, running a current through it for example.

[Vianca]

If the Daedalus is in Federation space, will this mean we get to read about her arrival in Fed space (Earth orbit)?

[Prozac the Robert]

What the hell are they going to require trans-deathstar level firepower for? In stargate.

Well, you know, just in case there happen to be any solar systems in the way. Better safe than sorry.

[Vianca]

Or was the Daedalus the reason why that Klingon moon blow up?
But sinds when do they have suncrusher torpedoes?

[phongn]

Or was the Daedalus the reason why that Klingon moon blow up?
But sinds when do they have suncrusher torpedoes?

ZPMs have enough energy stored within to blow up entire star systems.

[Vianca]

How about as munitions?

What the hell are they going to require trans-deathstar level firepower for? In stargate.

Replicators.

[Crazedwraith]

Or was the Daedalus the reason why that Klingon moon blow up?
But sinds when do they have suncrusher torpedoes?

ZPMs have enough energy stored within to blow up entire star systems.

Be fair. Only 5/6s of a solar system. And its not an exact science.

[NecronLord]

Given the author, I'd have expected to see skeletal warriors instead of the Enterprise challenging the Wraith for control of the galaxy.

Even more fun, is if the Wraith try and kidnap a few of the troops, to consume them. Surprise - the troops are all robots, and don't provide any fodder for the Wraith. Even bigger suprise, the Lords decide that they need the humans to prosper, for their masters to consume later. All under their control of course (and it requires a massive leap in Necro Lord intelligence).

Time to get scared. 40K:Xenology spoilers.

Necron Lords and Ladies can canonically impersonate humans well enough to trick their way into the Inquisition. As such, I might actually write Stargate: Necrons, at some point.

Anyway, as I'm behind schedule this week, this chapter hasn't been proof-read, so folks, if you see any errors, don't hesitate to point them out. And yes, that is a somewhat camo'ed starfleet ground uniform, which is partly my own spin, I'm assuming that the brown uniform from ST-5 was chosen to blend in with the desert background, and that they have other colours for other enviroments. Of course, it's still not good camoflage, but it's better than a gold/red shirt.

The cloaking-examination table comes from the TMP novel. Charvanek is a non-continuity name for the Romulan Commander from "The Enterprise Incident" whom the crew captured, having stolen her ship's cloaking device.

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Chapter Six – The Renewed Threat

A roughly triangular table dominated the Enterprise’s briefing room with a library-computer access terminal at its heart. Captain Kirk leaned back in a chair in the middle of the table’s nominal head and listened as Spock described the latest developments in the ongoing analysis of the ship’s debris. The Enterprise had taken the opportunity to restrain several of the directionless Wraith fighters, and had eventually gunned the remainder down.

“Doctor McKay has provided a twentieth century computer interface that allows translation of the wraith computers to English, and this has allowed much detail on the operation of the devices inside the captured ships. I am confident that we will be able to successfully give instructions to the Wraith cruiser’s computer, which should allow us to control it.

“I have also analysed the cloaking technology employed by the shuttles on Atlantis. It is highly sophisticated. While we were able to detect the radiological emissions when they carried nuclear weapons, we would not otherwise detect them. They utilise an advanced subspace compression field to achieve propulsion, minimising their ion trail. The effect is similar to the Romulan devices we have encountered in the past. Although it appears more efficient, I suspect that we may be able to fool Wraith sensors in the same way using a replica of the device we acquired from Commander Charvanek.”

Spock seemed uncharacteristically disquieted for a moment, his eyes focussing on some perceived spot on the far wall. “Somehow I doubt that will be causing any political problems in our current predicament,” Kirk said, turning to Captain Scott, who was giving his hands something to do by turning a micro-wrench in his hand, pressing the end to the table and flipping it backwards behind the back of his hand only to bring it back in place. “See if you can make a functioning copy of the device,” he said.

Scotty nodded, “I’ll see captain, but don’t expect miracles…”

“Mister Scott, I always expect miracles from you. It’s your own fault for raising the bar so high.”


In the darkness of the unoccupied wraith cruiser’s belly, six pillars of blue white light shone, splitting apart in concentric rings of brilliance as figures materialised. The Enterprise’s chief science officer and her chief engineer lead the group, standing proud ahead of the team of science officers. “Well,” Scotty said, “I can see they lack any kind of talent for decoration…”

Spock looked around, “Not ideal working conditions for humans,” he agreed. He took a moment to confirm a reading on his tricorder, before pointing along the corridor, “Aft is this way. You should find the power source back here. I will take Ensign Wong and attempt to gain access to their main computer.”

Scott nodded and drew his phaser, walking off towards the ship’s aft sections. He knew, intellectually, that the ship was empty, and his tricorder seemed to confirm that assessment, but he couldn’t help the eerie feeling that the ship was still occupied somehow.


Teyla Emmagan frowned at Elizabeth Weir, “We’ve searched the city many times, but we still cannot find any more Wraith, except those that were captured in the battle. I still sense many of them, as if one of their ships were still nearby.”

“That’s probably because we kept the crew of the captured ships alive,” Kirk said, as McCoy and he were followed into Weir’s office by two of Everett’s marines, keeping a respectful distance from the pair of them. “Captain James T. Kirk, Enterprise,” he said, extending a hand.

Teyla shook it peremptorily, and nodded, taking a moment to look into Kirk’s eyes, “Yes, I’ve been told who you are. After a fashion…”

Kirk grinned youthfully, “Yes, I still have no idea what all that’s about myself.”

“So…” Weir said, “Where are they?”

“We put them in a comfortable little spot on the southern continent. They’re all unarmed and there’s no way they’re getting out of there except by shank’s pony. It’s a stopgap measure. We’re also holding a few on the Enterprise for questioning.”

“It is unlikely they will give you any information. We’ve had little success doing so ourselves,” Teyla said, having taken a moment to confirm that the Wraith had been deposited well away from the currently deserted settlement of her people, “And you should be aware that they are able to communicate telepathically. Anything they learn about your ship will be communicated to the others.”

McCoy nodded, “Interesting. Even if they don’t talk, I’ll at least get to perform an examination of a live subject.”

Weir nodded, “I’m sure Doctor Beckett would be interested in your results.” McCoy gave an brief look to his commanding officer, who gave a slight twitch of his head.

“I’ll make sure he gets them,” McCoy said.

“So, what brings you down again?” asked Weir.

“A few more questions,” Kirk said, “about the city mostly.”

“Certainly, please, take a seat,” Weir said, gesturing to an empty, ergonomic plastic chair.

Kirk lowered himself down and smiled, “Well, first off, the city seems to have a shield generator, are you aware of it?”

Weir nodded, “Yes, but we can’t make it operate without a zed pee emm – an advanced power generator designed to supply the city’s requirements. They’re handheld devices that generate zero point energy from a subspace bubble; Doctor McKay knows more about them than me though.”

“Impressive,” Kirk said, with feeling, “What’re the benefits of having one?”

“Well, it would allow us to raise the city’s shields, and that would buy us time if we’re attacked again. And it would allow us to open a stargate connection to Earth. I’m sure Doctor McKay could give a list of other useful things that we could do too…”

“I don’t suppose you have any idea where to get one?”

“We’ve only found one active zed pee emm so far, and it’s not exactly available.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Well, it’s currently being held by a religious order that has, err, objected to our efforts to take it.” Weir said.

“They seemed convinced that the Ancients were going to return for the device and use it to fight the Wraith,” Teyla added.

“I see… How far away is the planet?” Kirk asked.

“We do not know. We were told that the zed pee emm would be put into hiding on another world.”

“Well, there goes that plan,” Kirk said.

“Maybe not,” Weir said thoughtfully, “but you probably won’t like it… It may be unacceptable.”

“Run it by me anyway. Those Wraith will be coming back, in greater numbers.”

“You are certain?” asked Teyla, she was, of course, but she had lived with knowledge of the wraith all her life.

“I would,” he said.


Spock sat in the uncomfortable wraith designed chair, but took little notice of its unproductive form after a few minutes. Interfacing the computers the away team had brought with them with the wraith systems was a difficult, and occasionally messy process, but he had at last begun making progress. The control systems of the Wraith bridge were based around a number of triangular podiums, which seemed to have a membrane of touch-sensitive stretched skin, which generated a holographic display in their centre, and Ensign Wong had made some progress in stencilling in English translations of the ship’s labels. Correcting its orbit was a comparatively minor operation, but the systems the wraith seemed to use were nevertheless highly counterintuitive.

The Vulcan tapped a sequence of keys, and was rewarded by the Wraith display changing drastically. He wasn’t quite sure what it was showing him now, but a reasoned investigation would doubtless uncover the meaning of the three dimensional illustration.


Scotty walked along the narrow pathway over the great chasm of the hyperspace void-chamber. It was not exactly a comfortable experience. He looked down over the side railings, and pointed, “The power core is probably that thing down there,” he said, examining the readings on his scanner again, “it’s idling at the moment. It seems to use a lot of the enhancive element that was in those nuclear weapons. Let’s get down there…” he said.


Doctor Weir and Colonel Everett were locking horns once more. He sat, while she paced around the room, looking irate as ever. “I still don’t trust these people, and I certainly don’t approve of a key operation relying on them.”

Weir nodded, “It is just a little worrying when you put it that way, but it’s also the only way we’re going to get a ZPM. And we do need one…” The door to the office sighed open, and McKay bumbled in, “You’ve got to see this,” he said, “quickly.”

He left no time for objections, and disappeared out into the control-balcony, before pointing at the city’s sensors. “What is it?” asked Everett, at last, seemingly bothered by the interruption. The sensors showed a group of twelve white objects, and dozens more, smaller ones with them.

“That,” McKay said, assuming his best ‘I know far more than you ever will’ voice, “is a wraith fleet, bearing down on us. Twelve hive ships, coming to kill us.”

“How long until they get here?” demanded Everett.

“Thirty eight hours,” McKay said.

“Still having doubts?” asked Weir.

“No…”


“The Wraith will never stop. You are doomed,” the young woman said, glaring at McCoy.

He frowned, and pushed her back to lie on the biobed. “They don’t strike me as quitters, no,” he said.

She glared up at him, but seemed not to be physically any kind of threat, perhaps this was, however, because of the security officer nearby, hand on the hilt of his pistol. “And thanks to you, so am I. The Great Awakening has come…”

He pressed the hypo to her bare upper arm, extracting a blood sample, and took a moment to glance at the display above the bed. Walking to his desk, McCoy sat, and plugged the cylinder into one of several ports. After a few moments he looked up, having tuned her prattle out, “well, we’re all going to die some time. But it doesn’t seem like you are going to in the near future. You’re in excellent health.”

“Of course,” she said, sitting up again, “We are well cared for.”

McCoy nodded, “Very interesting, why?”

“It is better to be the right hand of the Wraith than to be in their path.”

“So you do… what?”

“We serve,” she said.

“I don’t think I want to know. You may go now,” McCoy said, “officer,” he said, nodding to the security officer, who walked over, “Take her back to her quarters, put her under confinement.” He pushed off from the desk with his feet, sliding his chair back on a rail and pressed a communicator button on a panel with a viewer in it on the wall, “This is McCoy,” he said, “bring up one of the prisoners.”


Spock stepped off the transporter pad, and looked at Jim, “Captain,” he said, “our mission was successful.”

“Aye!” said Scott, grinning from ear to ear as he stepped down from the pedestal, holding, with two others, a small crate of material, “Can ye get a anti-grav unit for this? He asked the transporter operator, looking at a closet to the side of the room, “It’s heavy as hell,” he said, and after a few moments, they gratefully dropped the crate onto a hovering device, which sank slowly for a moment under the weight.

“What’s in the box?” Kirk asked.

“A nice block of the local mineral we discovered the other day, which should let us do some fun things.”

“Fun?”

“Remember those bombs?”

Kirk grinned, “I see… Fun. Spock, I need to speak with you about something.”


The Wraith officer looked at McCoy with a look of sheer, bottomless contempt, masking something deeper, McCoy felt. It hadn’t taken long – though one of the security officers was being kept in sickbay overnight for observation – to realise that the Wraith were incredibly strong physically, especially in the upper body, hence, the wraith was rather heavily restrained, and being held at phaser-point.

McCoy nodded to the examination table, “Put him out,” he said, and the security officer shot the wraith in the back. He slumped forwards and hit the examination table. The enhanced bio-bed in the Enterprise’s examination room used force fields to provide a means of restraint better than cast rodinium, and McCoy shifted the prisoner’s weight onto the bed, “I actually meant use that muscle relaxant over there,” he said, nodding to one of various hypos on the control table.

“Oh…”

“Doesn’t really matter. Same job.”

Once this business was done with, McCoy took a small pouch of scanning equipment, and punched a button on the table’s controls. The screen by the table came up with a diagram showing the anatomy of the subject, then zoomed in on the wraith’s right hand, “Record,” he instructed the computer, walking to the side of the captive wraith, examining the screen. The prisoner hissed something insensate, and McCoy tutted, “This won’t hurt a bit…” he said, falling back on his favourite medical cliché.

The doctor sat down, and began manipulating various controls, lighting the screen up with a summation of the subject’s DNA, something that reflected its alien origins by incorporating a third pair of bases, common with several federation races. However, the majority of the wraith genetic structure matched with the averaged human genome perfectly. That at least, seemed to provide interesting opportunities.

While the scan continued, McCoy returned to analysing the anatomy of the arm, the major variance from human defaults in the wraith – though they also seemed to possess an interesting heart, and atrophied digestive tract. He stood, and walked over to the table, where the scanned arm had become glassy and indistinct, an application of the cloaking technology of the Romulans, which the Federation generally deemed too energy-intensive to use on starships, in no small part because of the disappointing ability of the Romulans and Klingons to detect its use.

McCoy looked at the storage bladders in the wraith’s upper arm, which supposedly contained a very interesting enzyme-mixture. “Fascinating,” he muttered, then caught himself, “I’ll be growing pointy ears next,” he said, walking off to try and find where Dr. Chapel – Doctor, no less, it was like Kirk thought he couldn’t handle four hundred or so people without another MD to argue with him – had put the biopsy equipment.


McCoy was still grumbling two hours later as he materialised on the balcony of the central tower of Atlantis. It was quite a view, and he paused for a moment to admire the elegantly geometric towers, as Spock, dressed in the camouflaged green tones of a temperate-region assault uniform at his side, entered the control room behind them. The Vulcan seemed surprisingly calm, as he met up with a group of the ‘local’ humans, two of whom Doctor McCoy recognised as McKay and Sheppard. “Are you ready?” Spock asked.

Sheppard nodded. “I suggest taking an inert replacement device,” Spock suggested.

“Humm, right, I’ll go get one,” McKay said, and dashed down the stairs.

Sheppard gestured towards another flight of stairs at the far side of the control room, “After you,” he said.


McCoy leaned on the railings at the side of the ‘gate room’ and watched as a white shuttle descended from an irising doorway in the ceiling. It aligned itself with the metal torus, which began to glow with blue lights on its inner ring, and wavered for a moment before the shuttle disappeared completely. There was a rushing of air and the inside of the alien device lit up, a ‘flush’ of some kind of light blasting forwards, before snapping back to form a well of liquid-light. The ‘gate rippled once, and shut down again.

[Crazedwraith]

Weir's american shouldn;t she say zee pee em? Also they've found two at least two active ZPM's the regilous order's one and the kiddies' one.

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