The Undiscovered Galaxy (SG:A Crossover)
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So.. when's the next *real* update, so I stop racing in here when I see NecronLord's posted and being disappointed?
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NecronLord
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It's about 33% done. Should be up by the weekend at the latest.LadyTevar wrote:So.. when's the next *real* update
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Liquid naquadah battery is not the same as a liquid naquadah reactor.Crazedwraith wrote:^ Carter really should have known what liquid naquadah was though, seeing as Jack pulled out a liq. naq. powercell from T's staff in "5th Race"
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Chapter nine is off to the proof-readers. I felt I'd tease the rest of you by posting. Mwhaha.
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Chapter Nine – An Unexpected Victory
The Wraith ships were visible in the windows of the puddle jumper as it closed on them, the dark hulled vessels clustered around the stricken Enterprise like vultures flocking around the carcass of a fallen beast. And if they were vultures, then the darts that zipped around the Enterprise’s white hull like flies, picking at the ship and delivering some cargo using their culling beams into the burnt wounds of the larger vessel. Sheppard could imagine what that cargo was; Wraith warriors, burly and bestial, wanting only to fight and kill. It was fortunate that the Wraith preferred to board ships whenever the opportunity presented itself – they probably thought that the Enterprise had an intergalactic hyperdrive they could copy too.
“McKay, how’re you doing back there?” he said, turning in the jumper’s chair to look into the rear compartment, where McKay was hard at work.
“It’ll go faster if you stop talking and do your pilot stuff instead,” came the irate reply.
“Right,” Sheppard said, “I just thought I should give you a heads up, you’ve got about two minutes…”
“Oh yeah, thanks, that takes the pressure off, doesn’t it?”
The Wraith had indeed found several good ways into the Enterprise. As the ship’s hatches were more than secure enough to keep them out, they’d chosen the more unorthodox route of breaching the ship’s windows, the large viewing ports of the Officer’s mess had been a primary target, and now vacuum suited Wraith and security officers were duelling across the tables of the airless chamber.
One deck down from the bridge, the situation was of critical importance, and although the Enterprise’s systems gave a serious home-field advantage to her crew, there seemed to be no limit to the numbers of the Wraith boarding teams. Captain Kirk stepped out of the lift shaft in a puff of depressurisation, as the entire deck, thanks to the Wraith having jammed the shutters over the massive windows open, lacked air pressure. It was, to Kirk’s knowledge, only the second time that he’d found a serious use for the airlock equipment on the first deck of the ship.
Spock was already there, along with the woman he’d been told to guard – any able body was useful in these circumstances after all. Kirk checked the clip of his pistol, and leaned over the crouching Vulcan to fire into the crowd of Wraith, watching stunner blasts fill the air with renewed fury as one of the Wraith fell. The others advanced, but a burst of loosely aimed – as crowded together as they were, aiming was unnecessary – gunfire from Teyla felled several, punching through their suits and, even with glancing hits, felling them as their pressure suits bled their pure-oxygen supplies into the void. A Wraith writhed, doubtlessly screaming, and clutched at its midsection as its body slowly disintegrated, scattering into blue particles that disseminated into the void with agonising slowness. His hands passed through the gap in his body, and out behind him.
“Captain,” Spock said, “Has Mister Scott been able to re-route power yet?”
“No,” said Kirk, “the damage was too extensive. He’s still working on it…”
Spock nodded reluctantly, as more phaser bolts lashed out from the other doorway, cutting a Wraith in half. A dart flew past outside, as could be seen from the white beam leaving a dozen more Wraith in its wake. Kirk jerked around at the strange image of movement to his side, a white phantom that came through the wall. He shot it, but succeeded only in scoring the metal of the deck plates. Teyla looked up at him, “They are not really there!” she snapped, and let loose another burst of fire, halting an advance two of the Wraith soldiers were attempting to make, felling both and fragmenting the table behind them as the bullets smashed into its plastic surface.
There was, millions of lightyears away, another ongoing battle over a similar world. Two massive Ha’tak vessels, great tetrahedral pyramids surrounded by heavily armed superstructures, coasted towards an intruder in their territory. Aboard them, some of the few jaffa warriors who had not yet abandoned their posts for the fledgling ‘Free Jaffa Nation’ that had set up its capital on Ba’al’s former temple world of Dakara manned increasingly short-handed posts. Even though there were many jaffa who were yet loyal, the crewing of even the simplified Ha’tak vessels required a crash course in literacy and technical roles.
The flotilla was launching its death gliders with frantic speed, firing them from launchers at their base. The fighters advanced towards the intruder, as the motherships hailed it.
“You are intruding in the domain of the Great Goddess Kali. Make obeisance or prepare to be destroyed.”
The intruder’s commander was not really capable of smiling, but he his race’s equivalent, “This is Thor of the Asgard,” he said, “You will now be destroyed.” The massive form of the O’Neill approached the flight of death gliders, and they disappeared in white flashes, one after another, as the ship dematerialised them. Bolts of fire shot from the superstructure of the Ha’taks, impacting on the Asgard battleship’s shields. It retaliated with a single blue bolt that smashed into the golden shield of one goa’uld mothership, then another, causing the shields to flare and disappear, with the remnant of the bolt hitting it amidships, excavating a massive crater in its armoured flank.
The O’Neill banked towards the other ship, an off-axis bolt flying out and impacting the shields of the other pyramid ship as it blazed away relentlessly at the Asgard ship, its weapons impotent against the other ship’s shield. Another blue bolt punched repeatedly against the shields of the other goa’uld ship, and it too lost its shields. White beams shot from the ship’s underside, reaching inside the motherships at close range, plucking out the crew. Another in the recent spate of attacks by the Asgard was concluded successfully.
“Enterprise, this is Sheppard, come in…” Sheppard gritted his teeth and pressed the button on the side of the handheld radio again, it occurred to him that the device wasn’t being scanned for by the other ship, “Atlantis base?” he said.
“Yes major?” came the crackled reply from Colonel Everett.
“I need you to put me through to the Enterprise.”
“Major Sheppard, what are you doing?” Demanded Everett.
“Ready!” Shouted McKay from the rear compartment.
“Just connect me sir,” Sheppard said, “No time to explain,” he leaned forwards and looked up at one of the Wraith cruisers as it eclipsed the sun, seeming to illustrate his point perfectly, though no one else was there to see it. McKay bustled into the cockpit.
“How long should I set the timer for?” he asked.
“Three, no, four seconds,” Sheppard said, “Colonel…”
Zalenka’s voice crackled over the radio, “Patching you through now…”
Captain Scott watched the Enterprise tactical display with dismay. The invasion in the officer’s mess was stymied, at least, but the Wraith had also invaded the ship, far more successfully, two decks down, and were presently being held back by a token security force there. They’d also attempted to breach the docking ports on the engineering hull, but that had cost them dearly, the designers had anticipated such an effort. The arboretum, with its massive windows, was depressurised – a tragedy for the ship’s botanists – and occupied by Wraith, who were contained there by heavy security doors.
Behind him, Uhura turned, “Audio signal from Atlantis captain,” she said.
“On speakers,” Scotty said, still working at the engineering station.
A deck below, Kirk watched as the Wraith finally pressed their advantage over the defenders, over the smoking corpses of dozens, perhaps scores, of their comrades. If there was one thing he would say for the Wraith, they were ruthless. A continuous barrage of translucent grey stunner bolts splashed through the doorways, preventing any counter-fire as – he had no doubt – more Wraith advanced on their position.
Trapped with half a dozen security officers, caught between the two doorways, Kirk turned to Spock and Teyla, who’d now switched to a phaser pistol she’d acquired from one of the insensate guards – projectile weapons had a tendency to overheat in vacuum, one of the reasons that the fleet didn’t normally use them – one of three the Wraith had given incapacitating injuries, though several others, including Spock, were valiantly ignoring the effects of near misses and glancing hits to limbs.
Spock calmly reloaded, as Kirk took the remaining surplus weapon in his off hand, resetting both to stunning power – in close quarters, friendly fire was always a risk. The enemy fire stopped, and the three of them took aim at the doorway, the guards who were still conscious taking the other one. A Wraith warrior, holding its rifle like a javelin, viciously spiked rear end forwards, charged through the gap before being caught in the chest by a phaser blast from Teyla and falling to the floor. The next intruder was taken down by one of Kirk’s shots, the other going wide.
Spock pressed himself to the wall, lining his weapon up with the door at chest level, and closed his eyes. He could feel, sense, the Wraith outside in intolerable numbers. As the next leapt through the doorway, he fired pre-emptively, so that the bulky opponent jumped into his phaser beam and fell heavily onto the floor.
Scott leaned forwards to look at the helmsman, “You have to be certain!” he said, one meter out and the ship would be destroyed in moments.
“Tractor beam on, full power, they’re not going anywhere sir, or at least… given their speed, if they do, we’re going with them.”
Brushing back to the engineering station, Scott reset it to route transporter control to his station, and carefully fed in the scan co-ordinates, setting the device to automatically beam up any life form it detected within a thirty-meter radius. “Uhura, Tell them that we’re ready,” he said, activating the transporter.
“Enterprise to Jumper One,” she said, “we are ready. Begin at your leisure.”
“Right, do it!” Sheppard said to McKay, who leaned forwards and activated the impromptu timer on the space-mine. The mine, now active, was designed to detect anything in close proximity to it, such as the shuttle. The device that Rodeny had inserted cut off its detonation mechanism from its sensors, so that although it could detect that there was something around it – the shuttle – it was unable to pass that information to its detonation mechanism.
In a mere four seconds, however, the short circuit would expire and the mine would activate, instantly immolating the shuttle and any other ship within twenty kilometres. The Enterprise, surrounded by dozens of Wraith ships, was within that zone.
Almost instantly, as Sheppard decloaked the ship, McKay could feel a strange rigidity pass over him as the jumper’s interior faded to blank whiteness.
Scotty turned from the engineering console as it registered that it had brought the shuttle’s crew aboard, “Maximum deflectors, angle down, now!” The deflector screens of the Enterprise were, fortunately, separate from her defence screens, and still had maximum energy stored in their capacitors. “All hands,” he said, “brace for impacts!”
Captain Scott’s instruction reached Kirk and the others on the depressurised deck not through the ship’s intercoms, but through the communicators built into their helmets. The captain looked at Spock in confusion, mirrored back to him, for a moments, before reaching for the nearest handhold.
The mine detonated. The Ancients’ shuttle surrounding it was completely vaporised in mere nanoseconds, and the immense radiations released by the naquadah bomb shot out to the surrounding ships. Most of them were in its ‘kill radius’ the range at which it would melt the metals of unshielded hulls and destroy ships. Wraith darts closest to the epicentre of the explosion were of course, destroyed first and most completely, then their capital ships were ruined, ravaged by the immense energies of the space mine.
Aboard the Wraith cruiser that had been the downfall of the original plan, her captain, near the top of the vessel, had just enough time to feel heat conducted through the ship as it melted underneath him before he perished in the firestorm. Though he had no idea what had happened, he did have the first flickering of annoyance that he would never get to feed on the other vessel’s captain before his brain was destroyed in the inferno.
On the far side of the cruiser, which was held firmly relative to the federation ship by the Enterprise’s tractor beam, the Enterprise trembled as the momentum of the Wraith ship – her ablative shield, positioned to protect her from the initial radiation burst – breaking up was passed through the tractor couplings into the white vessel’s spaceframe.
Pieces of solid and molten debris impacted her deflector, rocking the ship further as momentum was exchanged, their vectors altered by the carefully applied force just enough to miss the battered hull of the Enterprise. On her bridge, mister Scott clung to the railing around the ‘central pit’ as the ground bucked, inertial compensators struggling to adjust to new forces. “Status of enemy ships?” he demanded.
“Three surviving,” replied the sensor officer, “wait, two now… Battleships. They’ve lost main power, and are venting atmosphere. Most of the lower decks of each one are melted through. They’re not going anywhere captain.”
“Very well,” Scott said, “We’ll deal with them later. Shut down deflectors and tractor beam, reserve power to transporters. Transporter room,” Uhura nodded, indicating that she’d put him through, “beaming boarding parties off the ship. Send them right down to the surface. We’ll get a power boost that way.”
Kirk blocked the blow of one of the Wraith intruders, grabbing the wrist of its space suit and turning, pulling the break his balance, and turning to throw his opponent to the ground, using strength against strength. Judo was one of Kirk’s favourite martial arts, mostly because it was one which taught fighting using the superior strength of an opponent against them, something that Starfleet found to be common necessity – one day, he was sure, he’d figure out why all the species that seemed aggressive had to be the type that were physically superior to humans. His phasers were both nearby, and he grabbed one as the Wraith kicked his feet out from under him – he was sure that he heard something in his space-suit break as he rolled backwards to grab the nearest weapon. Pulling the trigger, he saw the blue beam hit his opponent, and spun to find another target, ignoring one sinking to the floor with Spock’s hand on its shoulder – it was reassuring to see that the nerve pinch – something he’d never managed to learn despite Spock attempting to teach him fifteen times – worked on Wraith.
The nearest Wraith began to disappear in shimmering columns of light, and Kirk looked around in surprise, wondering where the power to transport all of the intruders away had come from.
Pulling the helmet from his space-suit, Kirk stepped onto the bridge, Spock at his side, “What happened?” he asked, looking around to find Major Sheppard on the bridge, he nodded in greeting.
“I blew up the Wraith fleet,” McKay said, grinning, looking up from peering over captain Scott’s shoulder.
“It was my idea,” Sheppard said, more loudly than he’d intended.
“I did the proper work, you just flew the ship” McKay replied, “Anyway, there’s two Wraith ships still out there.”
“They’re crippled Captain,” Scotty put in, “And certainly not going anywhere.”
Kirk sat down in the central chair, “Very well. Uhura, hail the remaining ships.”
After a few moments, a dark haired Wraith woman with tattoos appeared on the main viewer, which divided into two to show another, red haired one, a moment later. Kirk smiled, “This is Captain James T Kirk of the federation starship Enterprise. You are both in no position to fight on. I call on you to surrender.”
The red haired one hissed in annoyance, “We would rather die,” she said, her voice surprisingly cultured in contrast to the feral hiss.
“I see,” Kirk said, turning to the sensor station, “Human life signs on that ship?”
The sensor station made a soft whining noise as a detailed scan remained “None left sir,” the operator said, “most of the humans have been on lower decks before.”
The captain looked back to the screen. “Your terms are acceptable. Lock main phasers on that ship.”
Although the ventral weapons were out of commission, the Enterprise still had numerous weapons emplacements on her dorsal surface, two of which realigned themselves to target the crippled hive ship. Checkov looked at Kirk, “Phasers locked on captain.”
The Wraith queen smiled, “You do not have the will…”
“Fire,” Kirk said, turning his gaze on the other Wraith as the defiant one disappeared into static. “What about you?” he asked, smiling tersely.
“Remaining vessel’s jamming has been deactivated Captain,” the sensor operator said.
“A very wise choice,” Kirk said.
The conference room of Atlantis was crowded with crew from the Enterprise and from Atlantis. “Given the amount of debris we have recovered for use as substitute components and raw materials,” Spock was “our engineers predict that they will be able to have the Enterprise’s basic systems and her cloaking devices operational again within the week, before the next wave of Wraith vessels arrive. But even if we do, we still have the ongoing problem of Atlantis’ vulnerability, even while cloaked, to detection. It is unlikely that the Wraith have not disseminated the information that Atlantis has a cloaking device, and they will be extremely difficult to fool in the future using the same technique. It is imperative that we find a way to put this city beyond their reach.”
Major Sheppard nodded, “How about sinking the city?”
“It’s a city, not a yo-yo. Look, I don’t even know how they did it the first time,” McKay interjected.
“But I do,” Spock said, suddenly.
“What, really?” McKay asked, “how?”
“The city has a prepared docking clamp on the sea floor beneath it. It also has a system that allows the alteration of its inertial mass for space travel. By reprogramming this to increase its effective gravitational mass, the city-ship can be made to sink on minimal power. In combination with shields and station keeping systems, it is able to dock with the clamp and remain on the ocean floor as long as the shield has power. From the information you have provided, with its present state of closed-system subspace entropy, the zero point module in Atlantis would be capable of sustaining position on the sea floor for close to three thousand four hundred years.
“Okay, how will we move between the Enterprise and Atlantis? If my memory of Star Trek serves, beaming through an entire ocean would be difficult.”
“Correct,” said Spock, “However, the physics which allows the cloaking devices on the Puddle Jumper to be adapted to operate with the shields should mean that you will be able to adapt them to perform the reverse function. The puddle jumpers have a ‘shield frequency modulator’ that allows them to pass through the city shield do they not?”
“I see,” McKay hesitated, “I see you’ve thought about this…”
“Okay, good plan,” Doctor Weir said, “what about the Wraith prisoners?”
“We have been working on that retrovirus…” Doctor Beckett said.
“Retrovirus?” McCoy asked.
“A retrovirus designed to purge the non-human of the elements of the Wraith makeup…”
“Interesting,” McCoy said, “A cure for Wraith, if you will?”
“Quite. They’ll die otherwise, anyway. We’re not going to feed them,” Beckett said.
“I’m more concerned about them just getting away when the next round of Wraith ships show up.”
“How about shipping them out to the SGC through the ‘gate?” Sheppard said. “Then they can find somewhere in the Milky Way to put them out of the way until the virus is perfected.”
“Heliopolis,” McKay said, “Earnest Littlefield’s planet, would be ideal. It’s a planet that used to be a meeting place used by the Ancients and their allies. Right next to Earth, plenty of plant life… I was with the Prometheus about a year ago when we went out there. We recovered a stargate and a load of useful information in a database unit a lot like Atlantis’. That was fairly helpful in designing Ancient computer interfaces. Without a stargate, they’re not getting off-world, and its’ like, ten seconds in the Prometheus, so they can just beam the gate down and up again whenever they want to send supplies.”
Colonel Everett nodded, “I’ll suggest it to General O’Neill…”
The Wraith ships were visible in the windows of the puddle jumper as it closed on them, the dark hulled vessels clustered around the stricken Enterprise like vultures flocking around the carcass of a fallen beast. And if they were vultures, then the darts that zipped around the Enterprise’s white hull like flies, picking at the ship and delivering some cargo using their culling beams into the burnt wounds of the larger vessel. Sheppard could imagine what that cargo was; Wraith warriors, burly and bestial, wanting only to fight and kill. It was fortunate that the Wraith preferred to board ships whenever the opportunity presented itself – they probably thought that the Enterprise had an intergalactic hyperdrive they could copy too.
“McKay, how’re you doing back there?” he said, turning in the jumper’s chair to look into the rear compartment, where McKay was hard at work.
“It’ll go faster if you stop talking and do your pilot stuff instead,” came the irate reply.
“Right,” Sheppard said, “I just thought I should give you a heads up, you’ve got about two minutes…”
“Oh yeah, thanks, that takes the pressure off, doesn’t it?”
The Wraith had indeed found several good ways into the Enterprise. As the ship’s hatches were more than secure enough to keep them out, they’d chosen the more unorthodox route of breaching the ship’s windows, the large viewing ports of the Officer’s mess had been a primary target, and now vacuum suited Wraith and security officers were duelling across the tables of the airless chamber.
One deck down from the bridge, the situation was of critical importance, and although the Enterprise’s systems gave a serious home-field advantage to her crew, there seemed to be no limit to the numbers of the Wraith boarding teams. Captain Kirk stepped out of the lift shaft in a puff of depressurisation, as the entire deck, thanks to the Wraith having jammed the shutters over the massive windows open, lacked air pressure. It was, to Kirk’s knowledge, only the second time that he’d found a serious use for the airlock equipment on the first deck of the ship.
Spock was already there, along with the woman he’d been told to guard – any able body was useful in these circumstances after all. Kirk checked the clip of his pistol, and leaned over the crouching Vulcan to fire into the crowd of Wraith, watching stunner blasts fill the air with renewed fury as one of the Wraith fell. The others advanced, but a burst of loosely aimed – as crowded together as they were, aiming was unnecessary – gunfire from Teyla felled several, punching through their suits and, even with glancing hits, felling them as their pressure suits bled their pure-oxygen supplies into the void. A Wraith writhed, doubtlessly screaming, and clutched at its midsection as its body slowly disintegrated, scattering into blue particles that disseminated into the void with agonising slowness. His hands passed through the gap in his body, and out behind him.
“Captain,” Spock said, “Has Mister Scott been able to re-route power yet?”
“No,” said Kirk, “the damage was too extensive. He’s still working on it…”
Spock nodded reluctantly, as more phaser bolts lashed out from the other doorway, cutting a Wraith in half. A dart flew past outside, as could be seen from the white beam leaving a dozen more Wraith in its wake. Kirk jerked around at the strange image of movement to his side, a white phantom that came through the wall. He shot it, but succeeded only in scoring the metal of the deck plates. Teyla looked up at him, “They are not really there!” she snapped, and let loose another burst of fire, halting an advance two of the Wraith soldiers were attempting to make, felling both and fragmenting the table behind them as the bullets smashed into its plastic surface.
There was, millions of lightyears away, another ongoing battle over a similar world. Two massive Ha’tak vessels, great tetrahedral pyramids surrounded by heavily armed superstructures, coasted towards an intruder in their territory. Aboard them, some of the few jaffa warriors who had not yet abandoned their posts for the fledgling ‘Free Jaffa Nation’ that had set up its capital on Ba’al’s former temple world of Dakara manned increasingly short-handed posts. Even though there were many jaffa who were yet loyal, the crewing of even the simplified Ha’tak vessels required a crash course in literacy and technical roles.
The flotilla was launching its death gliders with frantic speed, firing them from launchers at their base. The fighters advanced towards the intruder, as the motherships hailed it.
“You are intruding in the domain of the Great Goddess Kali. Make obeisance or prepare to be destroyed.”
The intruder’s commander was not really capable of smiling, but he his race’s equivalent, “This is Thor of the Asgard,” he said, “You will now be destroyed.” The massive form of the O’Neill approached the flight of death gliders, and they disappeared in white flashes, one after another, as the ship dematerialised them. Bolts of fire shot from the superstructure of the Ha’taks, impacting on the Asgard battleship’s shields. It retaliated with a single blue bolt that smashed into the golden shield of one goa’uld mothership, then another, causing the shields to flare and disappear, with the remnant of the bolt hitting it amidships, excavating a massive crater in its armoured flank.
The O’Neill banked towards the other ship, an off-axis bolt flying out and impacting the shields of the other pyramid ship as it blazed away relentlessly at the Asgard ship, its weapons impotent against the other ship’s shield. Another blue bolt punched repeatedly against the shields of the other goa’uld ship, and it too lost its shields. White beams shot from the ship’s underside, reaching inside the motherships at close range, plucking out the crew. Another in the recent spate of attacks by the Asgard was concluded successfully.
“Enterprise, this is Sheppard, come in…” Sheppard gritted his teeth and pressed the button on the side of the handheld radio again, it occurred to him that the device wasn’t being scanned for by the other ship, “Atlantis base?” he said.
“Yes major?” came the crackled reply from Colonel Everett.
“I need you to put me through to the Enterprise.”
“Major Sheppard, what are you doing?” Demanded Everett.
“Ready!” Shouted McKay from the rear compartment.
“Just connect me sir,” Sheppard said, “No time to explain,” he leaned forwards and looked up at one of the Wraith cruisers as it eclipsed the sun, seeming to illustrate his point perfectly, though no one else was there to see it. McKay bustled into the cockpit.
“How long should I set the timer for?” he asked.
“Three, no, four seconds,” Sheppard said, “Colonel…”
Zalenka’s voice crackled over the radio, “Patching you through now…”
Captain Scott watched the Enterprise tactical display with dismay. The invasion in the officer’s mess was stymied, at least, but the Wraith had also invaded the ship, far more successfully, two decks down, and were presently being held back by a token security force there. They’d also attempted to breach the docking ports on the engineering hull, but that had cost them dearly, the designers had anticipated such an effort. The arboretum, with its massive windows, was depressurised – a tragedy for the ship’s botanists – and occupied by Wraith, who were contained there by heavy security doors.
Behind him, Uhura turned, “Audio signal from Atlantis captain,” she said.
“On speakers,” Scotty said, still working at the engineering station.
A deck below, Kirk watched as the Wraith finally pressed their advantage over the defenders, over the smoking corpses of dozens, perhaps scores, of their comrades. If there was one thing he would say for the Wraith, they were ruthless. A continuous barrage of translucent grey stunner bolts splashed through the doorways, preventing any counter-fire as – he had no doubt – more Wraith advanced on their position.
Trapped with half a dozen security officers, caught between the two doorways, Kirk turned to Spock and Teyla, who’d now switched to a phaser pistol she’d acquired from one of the insensate guards – projectile weapons had a tendency to overheat in vacuum, one of the reasons that the fleet didn’t normally use them – one of three the Wraith had given incapacitating injuries, though several others, including Spock, were valiantly ignoring the effects of near misses and glancing hits to limbs.
Spock calmly reloaded, as Kirk took the remaining surplus weapon in his off hand, resetting both to stunning power – in close quarters, friendly fire was always a risk. The enemy fire stopped, and the three of them took aim at the doorway, the guards who were still conscious taking the other one. A Wraith warrior, holding its rifle like a javelin, viciously spiked rear end forwards, charged through the gap before being caught in the chest by a phaser blast from Teyla and falling to the floor. The next intruder was taken down by one of Kirk’s shots, the other going wide.
Spock pressed himself to the wall, lining his weapon up with the door at chest level, and closed his eyes. He could feel, sense, the Wraith outside in intolerable numbers. As the next leapt through the doorway, he fired pre-emptively, so that the bulky opponent jumped into his phaser beam and fell heavily onto the floor.
Scott leaned forwards to look at the helmsman, “You have to be certain!” he said, one meter out and the ship would be destroyed in moments.
“Tractor beam on, full power, they’re not going anywhere sir, or at least… given their speed, if they do, we’re going with them.”
Brushing back to the engineering station, Scott reset it to route transporter control to his station, and carefully fed in the scan co-ordinates, setting the device to automatically beam up any life form it detected within a thirty-meter radius. “Uhura, Tell them that we’re ready,” he said, activating the transporter.
“Enterprise to Jumper One,” she said, “we are ready. Begin at your leisure.”
“Right, do it!” Sheppard said to McKay, who leaned forwards and activated the impromptu timer on the space-mine. The mine, now active, was designed to detect anything in close proximity to it, such as the shuttle. The device that Rodeny had inserted cut off its detonation mechanism from its sensors, so that although it could detect that there was something around it – the shuttle – it was unable to pass that information to its detonation mechanism.
In a mere four seconds, however, the short circuit would expire and the mine would activate, instantly immolating the shuttle and any other ship within twenty kilometres. The Enterprise, surrounded by dozens of Wraith ships, was within that zone.
Almost instantly, as Sheppard decloaked the ship, McKay could feel a strange rigidity pass over him as the jumper’s interior faded to blank whiteness.
Scotty turned from the engineering console as it registered that it had brought the shuttle’s crew aboard, “Maximum deflectors, angle down, now!” The deflector screens of the Enterprise were, fortunately, separate from her defence screens, and still had maximum energy stored in their capacitors. “All hands,” he said, “brace for impacts!”
Captain Scott’s instruction reached Kirk and the others on the depressurised deck not through the ship’s intercoms, but through the communicators built into their helmets. The captain looked at Spock in confusion, mirrored back to him, for a moments, before reaching for the nearest handhold.
The mine detonated. The Ancients’ shuttle surrounding it was completely vaporised in mere nanoseconds, and the immense radiations released by the naquadah bomb shot out to the surrounding ships. Most of them were in its ‘kill radius’ the range at which it would melt the metals of unshielded hulls and destroy ships. Wraith darts closest to the epicentre of the explosion were of course, destroyed first and most completely, then their capital ships were ruined, ravaged by the immense energies of the space mine.
Aboard the Wraith cruiser that had been the downfall of the original plan, her captain, near the top of the vessel, had just enough time to feel heat conducted through the ship as it melted underneath him before he perished in the firestorm. Though he had no idea what had happened, he did have the first flickering of annoyance that he would never get to feed on the other vessel’s captain before his brain was destroyed in the inferno.
On the far side of the cruiser, which was held firmly relative to the federation ship by the Enterprise’s tractor beam, the Enterprise trembled as the momentum of the Wraith ship – her ablative shield, positioned to protect her from the initial radiation burst – breaking up was passed through the tractor couplings into the white vessel’s spaceframe.
Pieces of solid and molten debris impacted her deflector, rocking the ship further as momentum was exchanged, their vectors altered by the carefully applied force just enough to miss the battered hull of the Enterprise. On her bridge, mister Scott clung to the railing around the ‘central pit’ as the ground bucked, inertial compensators struggling to adjust to new forces. “Status of enemy ships?” he demanded.
“Three surviving,” replied the sensor officer, “wait, two now… Battleships. They’ve lost main power, and are venting atmosphere. Most of the lower decks of each one are melted through. They’re not going anywhere captain.”
“Very well,” Scott said, “We’ll deal with them later. Shut down deflectors and tractor beam, reserve power to transporters. Transporter room,” Uhura nodded, indicating that she’d put him through, “beaming boarding parties off the ship. Send them right down to the surface. We’ll get a power boost that way.”
Kirk blocked the blow of one of the Wraith intruders, grabbing the wrist of its space suit and turning, pulling the break his balance, and turning to throw his opponent to the ground, using strength against strength. Judo was one of Kirk’s favourite martial arts, mostly because it was one which taught fighting using the superior strength of an opponent against them, something that Starfleet found to be common necessity – one day, he was sure, he’d figure out why all the species that seemed aggressive had to be the type that were physically superior to humans. His phasers were both nearby, and he grabbed one as the Wraith kicked his feet out from under him – he was sure that he heard something in his space-suit break as he rolled backwards to grab the nearest weapon. Pulling the trigger, he saw the blue beam hit his opponent, and spun to find another target, ignoring one sinking to the floor with Spock’s hand on its shoulder – it was reassuring to see that the nerve pinch – something he’d never managed to learn despite Spock attempting to teach him fifteen times – worked on Wraith.
The nearest Wraith began to disappear in shimmering columns of light, and Kirk looked around in surprise, wondering where the power to transport all of the intruders away had come from.
Pulling the helmet from his space-suit, Kirk stepped onto the bridge, Spock at his side, “What happened?” he asked, looking around to find Major Sheppard on the bridge, he nodded in greeting.
“I blew up the Wraith fleet,” McKay said, grinning, looking up from peering over captain Scott’s shoulder.
“It was my idea,” Sheppard said, more loudly than he’d intended.
“I did the proper work, you just flew the ship” McKay replied, “Anyway, there’s two Wraith ships still out there.”
“They’re crippled Captain,” Scotty put in, “And certainly not going anywhere.”
Kirk sat down in the central chair, “Very well. Uhura, hail the remaining ships.”
After a few moments, a dark haired Wraith woman with tattoos appeared on the main viewer, which divided into two to show another, red haired one, a moment later. Kirk smiled, “This is Captain James T Kirk of the federation starship Enterprise. You are both in no position to fight on. I call on you to surrender.”
The red haired one hissed in annoyance, “We would rather die,” she said, her voice surprisingly cultured in contrast to the feral hiss.
“I see,” Kirk said, turning to the sensor station, “Human life signs on that ship?”
The sensor station made a soft whining noise as a detailed scan remained “None left sir,” the operator said, “most of the humans have been on lower decks before.”
The captain looked back to the screen. “Your terms are acceptable. Lock main phasers on that ship.”
Although the ventral weapons were out of commission, the Enterprise still had numerous weapons emplacements on her dorsal surface, two of which realigned themselves to target the crippled hive ship. Checkov looked at Kirk, “Phasers locked on captain.”
The Wraith queen smiled, “You do not have the will…”
“Fire,” Kirk said, turning his gaze on the other Wraith as the defiant one disappeared into static. “What about you?” he asked, smiling tersely.
“Remaining vessel’s jamming has been deactivated Captain,” the sensor operator said.
“A very wise choice,” Kirk said.
The conference room of Atlantis was crowded with crew from the Enterprise and from Atlantis. “Given the amount of debris we have recovered for use as substitute components and raw materials,” Spock was “our engineers predict that they will be able to have the Enterprise’s basic systems and her cloaking devices operational again within the week, before the next wave of Wraith vessels arrive. But even if we do, we still have the ongoing problem of Atlantis’ vulnerability, even while cloaked, to detection. It is unlikely that the Wraith have not disseminated the information that Atlantis has a cloaking device, and they will be extremely difficult to fool in the future using the same technique. It is imperative that we find a way to put this city beyond their reach.”
Major Sheppard nodded, “How about sinking the city?”
“It’s a city, not a yo-yo. Look, I don’t even know how they did it the first time,” McKay interjected.
“But I do,” Spock said, suddenly.
“What, really?” McKay asked, “how?”
“The city has a prepared docking clamp on the sea floor beneath it. It also has a system that allows the alteration of its inertial mass for space travel. By reprogramming this to increase its effective gravitational mass, the city-ship can be made to sink on minimal power. In combination with shields and station keeping systems, it is able to dock with the clamp and remain on the ocean floor as long as the shield has power. From the information you have provided, with its present state of closed-system subspace entropy, the zero point module in Atlantis would be capable of sustaining position on the sea floor for close to three thousand four hundred years.
“Okay, how will we move between the Enterprise and Atlantis? If my memory of Star Trek serves, beaming through an entire ocean would be difficult.”
“Correct,” said Spock, “However, the physics which allows the cloaking devices on the Puddle Jumper to be adapted to operate with the shields should mean that you will be able to adapt them to perform the reverse function. The puddle jumpers have a ‘shield frequency modulator’ that allows them to pass through the city shield do they not?”
“I see,” McKay hesitated, “I see you’ve thought about this…”
“Okay, good plan,” Doctor Weir said, “what about the Wraith prisoners?”
“We have been working on that retrovirus…” Doctor Beckett said.
“Retrovirus?” McCoy asked.
“A retrovirus designed to purge the non-human of the elements of the Wraith makeup…”
“Interesting,” McCoy said, “A cure for Wraith, if you will?”
“Quite. They’ll die otherwise, anyway. We’re not going to feed them,” Beckett said.
“I’m more concerned about them just getting away when the next round of Wraith ships show up.”
“How about shipping them out to the SGC through the ‘gate?” Sheppard said. “Then they can find somewhere in the Milky Way to put them out of the way until the virus is perfected.”
“Heliopolis,” McKay said, “Earnest Littlefield’s planet, would be ideal. It’s a planet that used to be a meeting place used by the Ancients and their allies. Right next to Earth, plenty of plant life… I was with the Prometheus about a year ago when we went out there. We recovered a stargate and a load of useful information in a database unit a lot like Atlantis’. That was fairly helpful in designing Ancient computer interfaces. Without a stargate, they’re not getting off-world, and its’ like, ten seconds in the Prometheus, so they can just beam the gate down and up again whenever they want to send supplies.”
Colonel Everett nodded, “I’ll suggest it to General O’Neill…”
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I'm not so sure about sending them to Littlefield's planet, but it's a great chapter.
What was that little bit with Thor, tho?
What was that little bit with Thor, tho?
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Well, it was a suggestion. It might be ignored.LadyTevar wrote:I'm not so sure about sending them to Littlefield's planet,
Setup.What was that little bit with Thor, tho?
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i'm glad u've included the asguard as they don't do all that much on the show, (except make most of the parts of our ships) and save the day once in a while. Keep up the good work!!!
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Hopefully another chapter will be out soon 
And the Asgard dont make most of the parts of SG-Earth's ships. They designed the shields and hyperdrive and provide someone to help run the hyperdrive. The majority of the systems are built by Earth, and the Asgard designed systems probably still needed to be built by SG-Earth. A lareg chuck of the ship's systems are ripped off Goa'uld tech, however they can still replicate them.
Nor are the Asgard the type todo everything for Earth. SG-Earth must carry it's own wieght, and SG-Earth only turns to the Asgard when they completely run out of options. The Asgard building large chucks of a fleet of ships is simply a stupid idea.
It is Asgard, not asguard.Valkyrie wrote:i'm glad u've included the asguard as they don't do all that much on the show, (except make most of the parts of our ships) and save the day once in a while. Keep up the good work!!!
And the Asgard dont make most of the parts of SG-Earth's ships. They designed the shields and hyperdrive and provide someone to help run the hyperdrive. The majority of the systems are built by Earth, and the Asgard designed systems probably still needed to be built by SG-Earth. A lareg chuck of the ship's systems are ripped off Goa'uld tech, however they can still replicate them.
Nor are the Asgard the type todo everything for Earth. SG-Earth must carry it's own wieght, and SG-Earth only turns to the Asgard when they completely run out of options. The Asgard building large chucks of a fleet of ships is simply a stupid idea.
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Chapter Ten
Captain’s Log, 20th June 2005 Beta Timeline.
In the months since we’ve arrived, of which I’m sure the vast majority would be skipped by anyone editing these logs for publication (as If I’m going to let that happen again) with an eye to drama, I’ve found myself increasingly wishing to stay. The Enterprise and many of her crew were near to retirement – already Sulu has left us, though of course, that was for the Excelsior, something I can’t very well begrudge him. From what I’d heard, he’s turned out to be an excellent and perceptive CO, and one that doesn’t rock the boat nearly as much as I did. Still, remaining here gives both us, and the Enterprise herself, the opportunity to make a difference again, and on a grand scale.
I’m pleased to say that the Enterprise is now, with some occasional help from the rare visits of the Asgard, fully operational once more. Indeed, the new heat-sink apparatus allowed us to increase our power output. Unfortunately, several of our phaser banks have had to be replaced entirely with less flexible local equivalents, and the port torpedo launch room is still undergoing repairs, despite the heroic efforts of Mister Scott, the damage to it is so extensive that it really requires a full work over in spacedock. Most importantly, the cloaking device has functioned perfectly. The wraith did show up, with rather overwhelming force, and eventually seemed to get very annoyed when they found out what we had managed to do with the city. On the positive side, the taunting they got from Major Sheppard was pretty hilarious, on the negative side; they did blow up the deserted Athosian settlement before slinking off.
On a related topic, the Atlantis team are still attempting to utilise the Project Arcturus technology. Unfortunately, the apparatus is rather beyond anyone’s abilities to copy, and the system for utilising it was designed with completely the wrong technique in mind. While Spock did devise the operating principle that allows the device to be utilised (at far below its intended total output) he is still concerned with the instability of the design, and how exactly it draws energy If nothing else, however, Arcturus can be used as a massive bomb, which, needless to say, has tactical implications.
Chief Medical Officer’s Log 18th June 2005 Beta Timeline
I’ve finally made a breakthrough in analysis of the ‘Ancients’ database. From what I’ve been able to gather, the watered down technology used in the ‘goa’uld sarcophagus’ creates an imbalance in the brain of the user, similar to the effects of various drugs. Side effects of that treatment, therefore, include extreme paranoia, feelings of inferiority, and I’m told, suppression of altruistic drives.
Reducing power further results in a device similar to the hand-held medical device used by the goa’uld, however, I think that there is a possibility for altering the programming of the ‘basic’ model sarcophagus to work more safely with human physiology. From communications with Earth, the Priors, emissaries from a third galaxy where ‘ascended’ beings purport to divinity, use a variant of the same technology. Unfortunately, at present, there is no way, barring the occasional visit by the Asgard, to get hold of such a device.
In any case, there’s obviously a personal motive as well as a professional one for wanting an operational version of this. It’s hard to believe, but I’m getting arthritis. You’d think in the twenty third century, we’d have dealt with that, but no. Missing kidneys? Easy. Worst of all, this research into the Ancients’ database requires me to spend hours in Spock’s company every day. I’m losing sleep composing the next day’s witticisms!
Speaking of irritating company, I also have daily requests from Doctor Rodney McKay for some kind of treatment or other. The man is a die-hard neurotic if ever I’ve met one. One on every ship.
The Ancient’s database is an astonishing resource, thought it’s less than I had expected given a multiple-million year history, it covers an amazing breadth of topics. Even with far from complete translation, it shows which research lines will bear fruit and how they can be used. That alone is an invaluable roadmap for progress and guard against wasted endeavour. I’m rather worried that Mister Spock has managed to recover the key to stripping the proto-matter component of a genesis device from it, however. Apparently the Ancients used something similar at one stage for terraforming. Fortunately, at the moment, we have nothing like the resources to build one, so it remains an irrelevancy.
The retrovirus tests do appear to be working, from what we’ve been able to tell. However, subsequent treatments are still required to keep the alteration stable, we’re not entirely certain why. Which is rather fortunate, as recent data suggests that the minimal feeding rate for wraith is one human every three months. So far, we’ve had few, though annoyingly, not no, reports of attempted cannibalism among the wraith prisoners.
Science Officer’s Log, 15th June 2005 (Extract)
…Doctor McKay attempted to use the Acturus device beyond its limitations. Having disabled him with a nerve pinch, I think it would be prudent to avoid him for a while. He seemed highly emotional when he awoke …
Chief Engineer’s Log, 17th June 2005
The new radiator units are performing above my best expectations. The heat exchangers used on the Wraith ships were somewhat superior to Federation technology, and we’re now able to run the ship’s engines at one hundred twenty nine percent of their previous maximum capacity. I’ve finally finished the captain’s new shuttle, too, working from pieces of the various ‘darts’ we’ve recovered, and designs for a more heavily armed shuttle that weren’t ever really finalised when we left.
These wraith weapons worry me though. We’ve relegated them, with some difficulty, to less used positions, and tried to spread the phaser components around to make the underside banks work properly, however, we’re still limited, because of the horrific recoil of these weapons, to one third normal power on the port battery. Other repairs are finally complete, and the ship is holding together admirably given the beating we took.
Annoyingly, the hive ship was never going to fly again, but we’re carrying a full bay of salvaged bits and pieces, and Atlantis is loaded out with captured Darts and stunners, as well as just about everything my team could pull out of there without it bleeding on us.
Captain’s Log, Supplemental
I had an interesting discussion with Doctor Weir on the practicality of keeping the stargate programme secret. It’s interesting to see the difference between the state of Earth during our First Contact and theirs. With no third world war or eugenics wars – that I’m aware of, I’ve made a few discrete inquiries about that -, it is, as she says, difficult to imagine the world rallying around in quite the same way. It’s also interesting to note that Earth has yet to develop publicly deployed sub-light ships in this timeline, despite their deployment in the nineteen nineties in our own records. I’ve instructed Mister Scott and Mister Spock to go through the designs of the X-302 interceptor and see how much more effective they can make it. Given the development of hyperdrives, even the most hardcore General Order Number One fanatic would have great difficulty maintaining a stance against such an exchange, even though impulse drives, transparent aluminium and other advances are lacking here.
Lieutenant Commander Saavik sighed a little as she leaned back in the captain’s chair of the United Star Ship Grissom (NCC-638-A – the Federation tended to rebuild its ships when they were destroyed in battle. It sent a valuable message.) On the viewer ahead of her, the star-field of space warped and twisted under strange pressures, which even her logical training couldn’t quite understand. Nevertheless, the Grissom’s ‘mission pod’ was mostly devoted to the equipment required to generate this warping of space and time. There was less pyrotechnics than Saavik had been expecting, as the wormhole, or rather, ‘breach’ as it was technically called, stabilised. The only difference was that the stars were in slightly different positions.
The Grissom had a miniscule crew, even given her size, of just less than twenty Starfleet crew and a gaggle of civilian scientists, which actually made Saavik rather over-ranked for her post, however, she had, upon learning of the Enterprise’s disappearance several months ago, and the possibility that the famous ship might still be intact, pulled the few strings she had access to – although Saavik had graduated from the best command-class in the Academy, most of her friends in senior positions happened to be on the Enterprise - in order to get herself assigned to the project aimed at retrieving the lost ship.
It had eventually been given a very high priority, however, when the starship that had emerged from the alternate dimension had been analysed. Starfleet, and the Federation, badly wanted access to the alternate dimension. The potential of the material called Naquadah to enhance the capabilities – destructive and peaceable, of Starfleet couldn’t be overstated.
She turned to the ship’s andorian science advisor, “Commence launch if you please Rexar,” she said, and the andorian nodded, turning to depress a control on the science station, resulting in a probe shooting forwards from the base of Grissom’s viewer, passing into the anomaly with a flash.
“What was that?” Saavik asked, and the team of scientists quickly began scanning.
“Equalisation,” one of them finally responded, “An equal amount of mass-energy passing into our universe in reaction to the probe. A pulse of electromagnetic energy, with scattered particles, is released on the same vector as the initial object entered..”
Saavik nodded, “Inform Captain Sulu,” the USS Excelsior, overseeing the test, was remaining on station several light minutes away, “that the initial test has been successful.”
Both several hours later and centuries before, Colonel Lionel Pendergast breezed onto the command deck of the United States Ship Prometheus, taking the centre seat, “What have you got?” he asked, looking to Lieutenant Womack on his right.
“A ship has just dropped out of hyperspace, sixteen thousand kilometres out… It’s transmitting the Daedalus’ IFF code sir…”
Pendergast’s brow furrowed, “Shields up, stand by weapons. Hail it,” he said, standing up again on instinct, “This is Colonel Lionel Pendergast of the United States Air Force vessel Prometheus, identify yourself…”
The screen lit up with the familiar visage of Colonel Caldwell, who grinned, “Certainly. This is Colonel Stephen Caldwell, of the United States Air Force vessel Daedalus,” he said, mimicking the other’s tone.
It was late at night in the Atlantis gateroom, and Aidan Ford was sitting on the steps of the stargate, playing blackjack with three of the marine guards At the moment, there were no off-world teams, so they were more relaxed than at other times. Therefore, for the guards, this was one of the quiet times when they had the chance to relax, and let anyone who tried to dial up – the wraith still did so now and then, since the siege, sending single probes through to see if they were able to catch the earthlings with their trousers down – smash into the shield.
Ford grinned at the marines, looking at his cards, “Hit,” he said, and took his next card, which turned out to be the king of spades, busting his hand. At that moment, the stargate began to glow, and he sprang to his feet, tossing the cards down, reaching for his sidearm. That was a few dollars saved, he hoped.
The gate dialled in, swirling blue-white ripples materialising behind the shield. Ford thumbed the safety off, and crouched down, aiming it at the centre of the gate in caution. He could hear the night shift technicians chattering above him…
“Wait, I’m getting an IDC.”
“What?”
“It’s Earth!”
“They can wait, get Doctor Weir. And Colonel Everett.”
Moments later, Doctor Weir stumbled onto the control balcony, and Ford had joined the technicians, “General Landry?” She said, looking at the screen displaying the greying general.
“Doctor Weir?” he said, “What happened to Colonel Everett?”
“He’s probably still on his way,” Weir said, “How were you able to dial Pegasus?”
“We’ve got the Heart of Light back,” he said, “And the Daedalus. Thanks to,” he paused, it was still surreal to him, “the Federation. They’ve sent a package for Captain Kirk…”
Weir nodded, and leaned down to press the shield control, deactivating the barrier, “Shield offline,” she said.
A bald man in an air force uniform, with the rank epaulettes of a colonel stepped through the stargate, which shut down behind him. Doctor Weir bounded down the steps towards him. “Stephen Caldwell,” he said, “Daedalus.”
Kirk sat in his quarters, watching the message tape that had been brought up. The screen on his desk showed the Starfleet commander in chief, giving an obviously rehearsed speech.
“The modification instructions enclosed should allow your chief engineer to modify his existing transwarp drive to yield a similar overall range to the hyperdrive of the Daedalus although it will remain somewhat slower, that ship’s crew was invaluable in that modification, incidentally. It’s less efficient, and we’re already considering implementing the hyperdrive technology in future vessels, but it should be able to get you around should you want to go to the Pegasus outpost.
“More importantly to the Federation council, we require both a stable military, research and mining presence in this new dimension, and it has been decided that we require our most experienced officer in the region to take overall command of our forces in that area. Because of the detached nature of this assignment, we are promoting you again to the rank of Rear Admiral. Our schedule so far is to deploy the Excelsior, Grissom and Saratoga tomorrow, with more forces, provisionally Hornet, Wasp, Copernicus and Lexington, deployed on our end to stop any intrusion into our side.
“The Council has authorised and recommends a de-facto alliance with the Earth Faction, and is presently prepared to offer numerous technologies, especially medial and mining related, in order to secure an alliance. I believe you’ve met Ambassador Robert Fox in the past. While there is much to gain for the Federation, we are also concerned by the threats we have been informed of. If possible, we would like to avoid confrontation with the Milky Way groups, as it appears they have the option to strike at Federation territory, and that’s something we’re not ready for, yet.
“If this message has reached you, then I wish you good luck, Admiral Kirk.”
Kirk strode onto the bridge of the Enterprise, having fished out his old rank insignia from the draw where he kept his dress uniform, along with its various medals and commendations, and sat down, grinning, and doctor McCoy froze for a moment. “Oh god he’s promoted himself,” he said, “he’ll be Lord High Admiral before we know it.”
“Not at all Bones,” Kirk said, turning and grinning boyishly, “Uhura, put me on, all decks.
“This is the Captain. I have recently received a package from Starfleet Command, indicating that they have managed to find a way to duplicate the accident that resulted in our arrival here. We now have a means to reach other ships, and return safely to both this Earth and the Federation. We have also been given instructions. We are to remain here as the flagship of a task force being assembled to further Federation needs. It’s not laudable, but Starfleet, the Federation Council, has decided that it wants Naquadah, and it’s planning to negotiate for it with Earth.
“This means that the Enterprise, for the moment, will be staying here. Briefing for section heads in three minutes. Kirk out.”
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For the record, as far as this fanfic is concerned transwarp drive on the Excelsior worked, and this is how the Enterprise got to the centre of the galaxy in ST5. It's a matter of authorial convinience, yes, but I'm not really treating anything that happened post-ST6 (or indeed, even 5) as canon for the purpouses of this, so there's nothing to say transwarp failed either.
Captain’s Log, 20th June 2005 Beta Timeline.
In the months since we’ve arrived, of which I’m sure the vast majority would be skipped by anyone editing these logs for publication (as If I’m going to let that happen again) with an eye to drama, I’ve found myself increasingly wishing to stay. The Enterprise and many of her crew were near to retirement – already Sulu has left us, though of course, that was for the Excelsior, something I can’t very well begrudge him. From what I’d heard, he’s turned out to be an excellent and perceptive CO, and one that doesn’t rock the boat nearly as much as I did. Still, remaining here gives both us, and the Enterprise herself, the opportunity to make a difference again, and on a grand scale.
I’m pleased to say that the Enterprise is now, with some occasional help from the rare visits of the Asgard, fully operational once more. Indeed, the new heat-sink apparatus allowed us to increase our power output. Unfortunately, several of our phaser banks have had to be replaced entirely with less flexible local equivalents, and the port torpedo launch room is still undergoing repairs, despite the heroic efforts of Mister Scott, the damage to it is so extensive that it really requires a full work over in spacedock. Most importantly, the cloaking device has functioned perfectly. The wraith did show up, with rather overwhelming force, and eventually seemed to get very annoyed when they found out what we had managed to do with the city. On the positive side, the taunting they got from Major Sheppard was pretty hilarious, on the negative side; they did blow up the deserted Athosian settlement before slinking off.
On a related topic, the Atlantis team are still attempting to utilise the Project Arcturus technology. Unfortunately, the apparatus is rather beyond anyone’s abilities to copy, and the system for utilising it was designed with completely the wrong technique in mind. While Spock did devise the operating principle that allows the device to be utilised (at far below its intended total output) he is still concerned with the instability of the design, and how exactly it draws energy If nothing else, however, Arcturus can be used as a massive bomb, which, needless to say, has tactical implications.
Chief Medical Officer’s Log 18th June 2005 Beta Timeline
I’ve finally made a breakthrough in analysis of the ‘Ancients’ database. From what I’ve been able to gather, the watered down technology used in the ‘goa’uld sarcophagus’ creates an imbalance in the brain of the user, similar to the effects of various drugs. Side effects of that treatment, therefore, include extreme paranoia, feelings of inferiority, and I’m told, suppression of altruistic drives.
Reducing power further results in a device similar to the hand-held medical device used by the goa’uld, however, I think that there is a possibility for altering the programming of the ‘basic’ model sarcophagus to work more safely with human physiology. From communications with Earth, the Priors, emissaries from a third galaxy where ‘ascended’ beings purport to divinity, use a variant of the same technology. Unfortunately, at present, there is no way, barring the occasional visit by the Asgard, to get hold of such a device.
In any case, there’s obviously a personal motive as well as a professional one for wanting an operational version of this. It’s hard to believe, but I’m getting arthritis. You’d think in the twenty third century, we’d have dealt with that, but no. Missing kidneys? Easy. Worst of all, this research into the Ancients’ database requires me to spend hours in Spock’s company every day. I’m losing sleep composing the next day’s witticisms!
Speaking of irritating company, I also have daily requests from Doctor Rodney McKay for some kind of treatment or other. The man is a die-hard neurotic if ever I’ve met one. One on every ship.
The Ancient’s database is an astonishing resource, thought it’s less than I had expected given a multiple-million year history, it covers an amazing breadth of topics. Even with far from complete translation, it shows which research lines will bear fruit and how they can be used. That alone is an invaluable roadmap for progress and guard against wasted endeavour. I’m rather worried that Mister Spock has managed to recover the key to stripping the proto-matter component of a genesis device from it, however. Apparently the Ancients used something similar at one stage for terraforming. Fortunately, at the moment, we have nothing like the resources to build one, so it remains an irrelevancy.
The retrovirus tests do appear to be working, from what we’ve been able to tell. However, subsequent treatments are still required to keep the alteration stable, we’re not entirely certain why. Which is rather fortunate, as recent data suggests that the minimal feeding rate for wraith is one human every three months. So far, we’ve had few, though annoyingly, not no, reports of attempted cannibalism among the wraith prisoners.
Science Officer’s Log, 15th June 2005 (Extract)
…Doctor McKay attempted to use the Acturus device beyond its limitations. Having disabled him with a nerve pinch, I think it would be prudent to avoid him for a while. He seemed highly emotional when he awoke …
Chief Engineer’s Log, 17th June 2005
The new radiator units are performing above my best expectations. The heat exchangers used on the Wraith ships were somewhat superior to Federation technology, and we’re now able to run the ship’s engines at one hundred twenty nine percent of their previous maximum capacity. I’ve finally finished the captain’s new shuttle, too, working from pieces of the various ‘darts’ we’ve recovered, and designs for a more heavily armed shuttle that weren’t ever really finalised when we left.
These wraith weapons worry me though. We’ve relegated them, with some difficulty, to less used positions, and tried to spread the phaser components around to make the underside banks work properly, however, we’re still limited, because of the horrific recoil of these weapons, to one third normal power on the port battery. Other repairs are finally complete, and the ship is holding together admirably given the beating we took.
Annoyingly, the hive ship was never going to fly again, but we’re carrying a full bay of salvaged bits and pieces, and Atlantis is loaded out with captured Darts and stunners, as well as just about everything my team could pull out of there without it bleeding on us.
Captain’s Log, Supplemental
I had an interesting discussion with Doctor Weir on the practicality of keeping the stargate programme secret. It’s interesting to see the difference between the state of Earth during our First Contact and theirs. With no third world war or eugenics wars – that I’m aware of, I’ve made a few discrete inquiries about that -, it is, as she says, difficult to imagine the world rallying around in quite the same way. It’s also interesting to note that Earth has yet to develop publicly deployed sub-light ships in this timeline, despite their deployment in the nineteen nineties in our own records. I’ve instructed Mister Scott and Mister Spock to go through the designs of the X-302 interceptor and see how much more effective they can make it. Given the development of hyperdrives, even the most hardcore General Order Number One fanatic would have great difficulty maintaining a stance against such an exchange, even though impulse drives, transparent aluminium and other advances are lacking here.
Lieutenant Commander Saavik sighed a little as she leaned back in the captain’s chair of the United Star Ship Grissom (NCC-638-A – the Federation tended to rebuild its ships when they were destroyed in battle. It sent a valuable message.) On the viewer ahead of her, the star-field of space warped and twisted under strange pressures, which even her logical training couldn’t quite understand. Nevertheless, the Grissom’s ‘mission pod’ was mostly devoted to the equipment required to generate this warping of space and time. There was less pyrotechnics than Saavik had been expecting, as the wormhole, or rather, ‘breach’ as it was technically called, stabilised. The only difference was that the stars were in slightly different positions.
The Grissom had a miniscule crew, even given her size, of just less than twenty Starfleet crew and a gaggle of civilian scientists, which actually made Saavik rather over-ranked for her post, however, she had, upon learning of the Enterprise’s disappearance several months ago, and the possibility that the famous ship might still be intact, pulled the few strings she had access to – although Saavik had graduated from the best command-class in the Academy, most of her friends in senior positions happened to be on the Enterprise - in order to get herself assigned to the project aimed at retrieving the lost ship.
It had eventually been given a very high priority, however, when the starship that had emerged from the alternate dimension had been analysed. Starfleet, and the Federation, badly wanted access to the alternate dimension. The potential of the material called Naquadah to enhance the capabilities – destructive and peaceable, of Starfleet couldn’t be overstated.
She turned to the ship’s andorian science advisor, “Commence launch if you please Rexar,” she said, and the andorian nodded, turning to depress a control on the science station, resulting in a probe shooting forwards from the base of Grissom’s viewer, passing into the anomaly with a flash.
“What was that?” Saavik asked, and the team of scientists quickly began scanning.
“Equalisation,” one of them finally responded, “An equal amount of mass-energy passing into our universe in reaction to the probe. A pulse of electromagnetic energy, with scattered particles, is released on the same vector as the initial object entered..”
Saavik nodded, “Inform Captain Sulu,” the USS Excelsior, overseeing the test, was remaining on station several light minutes away, “that the initial test has been successful.”
Both several hours later and centuries before, Colonel Lionel Pendergast breezed onto the command deck of the United States Ship Prometheus, taking the centre seat, “What have you got?” he asked, looking to Lieutenant Womack on his right.
“A ship has just dropped out of hyperspace, sixteen thousand kilometres out… It’s transmitting the Daedalus’ IFF code sir…”
Pendergast’s brow furrowed, “Shields up, stand by weapons. Hail it,” he said, standing up again on instinct, “This is Colonel Lionel Pendergast of the United States Air Force vessel Prometheus, identify yourself…”
The screen lit up with the familiar visage of Colonel Caldwell, who grinned, “Certainly. This is Colonel Stephen Caldwell, of the United States Air Force vessel Daedalus,” he said, mimicking the other’s tone.
It was late at night in the Atlantis gateroom, and Aidan Ford was sitting on the steps of the stargate, playing blackjack with three of the marine guards At the moment, there were no off-world teams, so they were more relaxed than at other times. Therefore, for the guards, this was one of the quiet times when they had the chance to relax, and let anyone who tried to dial up – the wraith still did so now and then, since the siege, sending single probes through to see if they were able to catch the earthlings with their trousers down – smash into the shield.
Ford grinned at the marines, looking at his cards, “Hit,” he said, and took his next card, which turned out to be the king of spades, busting his hand. At that moment, the stargate began to glow, and he sprang to his feet, tossing the cards down, reaching for his sidearm. That was a few dollars saved, he hoped.
The gate dialled in, swirling blue-white ripples materialising behind the shield. Ford thumbed the safety off, and crouched down, aiming it at the centre of the gate in caution. He could hear the night shift technicians chattering above him…
“Wait, I’m getting an IDC.”
“What?”
“It’s Earth!”
“They can wait, get Doctor Weir. And Colonel Everett.”
Moments later, Doctor Weir stumbled onto the control balcony, and Ford had joined the technicians, “General Landry?” She said, looking at the screen displaying the greying general.
“Doctor Weir?” he said, “What happened to Colonel Everett?”
“He’s probably still on his way,” Weir said, “How were you able to dial Pegasus?”
“We’ve got the Heart of Light back,” he said, “And the Daedalus. Thanks to,” he paused, it was still surreal to him, “the Federation. They’ve sent a package for Captain Kirk…”
Weir nodded, and leaned down to press the shield control, deactivating the barrier, “Shield offline,” she said.
A bald man in an air force uniform, with the rank epaulettes of a colonel stepped through the stargate, which shut down behind him. Doctor Weir bounded down the steps towards him. “Stephen Caldwell,” he said, “Daedalus.”
Kirk sat in his quarters, watching the message tape that had been brought up. The screen on his desk showed the Starfleet commander in chief, giving an obviously rehearsed speech.
“The modification instructions enclosed should allow your chief engineer to modify his existing transwarp drive to yield a similar overall range to the hyperdrive of the Daedalus although it will remain somewhat slower, that ship’s crew was invaluable in that modification, incidentally. It’s less efficient, and we’re already considering implementing the hyperdrive technology in future vessels, but it should be able to get you around should you want to go to the Pegasus outpost.
“More importantly to the Federation council, we require both a stable military, research and mining presence in this new dimension, and it has been decided that we require our most experienced officer in the region to take overall command of our forces in that area. Because of the detached nature of this assignment, we are promoting you again to the rank of Rear Admiral. Our schedule so far is to deploy the Excelsior, Grissom and Saratoga tomorrow, with more forces, provisionally Hornet, Wasp, Copernicus and Lexington, deployed on our end to stop any intrusion into our side.
“The Council has authorised and recommends a de-facto alliance with the Earth Faction, and is presently prepared to offer numerous technologies, especially medial and mining related, in order to secure an alliance. I believe you’ve met Ambassador Robert Fox in the past. While there is much to gain for the Federation, we are also concerned by the threats we have been informed of. If possible, we would like to avoid confrontation with the Milky Way groups, as it appears they have the option to strike at Federation territory, and that’s something we’re not ready for, yet.
“If this message has reached you, then I wish you good luck, Admiral Kirk.”
Kirk strode onto the bridge of the Enterprise, having fished out his old rank insignia from the draw where he kept his dress uniform, along with its various medals and commendations, and sat down, grinning, and doctor McCoy froze for a moment. “Oh god he’s promoted himself,” he said, “he’ll be Lord High Admiral before we know it.”
“Not at all Bones,” Kirk said, turning and grinning boyishly, “Uhura, put me on, all decks.
“This is the Captain. I have recently received a package from Starfleet Command, indicating that they have managed to find a way to duplicate the accident that resulted in our arrival here. We now have a means to reach other ships, and return safely to both this Earth and the Federation. We have also been given instructions. We are to remain here as the flagship of a task force being assembled to further Federation needs. It’s not laudable, but Starfleet, the Federation Council, has decided that it wants Naquadah, and it’s planning to negotiate for it with Earth.
“This means that the Enterprise, for the moment, will be staying here. Briefing for section heads in three minutes. Kirk out.”
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For the record, as far as this fanfic is concerned transwarp drive on the Excelsior worked, and this is how the Enterprise got to the centre of the galaxy in ST5. It's a matter of authorial convinience, yes, but I'm not really treating anything that happened post-ST6 (or indeed, even 5) as canon for the purpouses of this, so there's nothing to say transwarp failed either.
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Huh. The log in reverse order?
Holy run-on sentances, Batman!The Grissom had a miniscule crew, even given her size, of just less than twenty Starfleet crew and a gaggle of civilian scientists, which actually made Saavik rather over-ranked for her post, however, she had, upon learning of the Enterprise’s disappearance several months ago, and the possibility that the famous ship might still be intact, pulled the few strings she had access to – although Saavik had graduated from the best command-class in the Academy, most of her friends in senior positions happened to be on the Enterprise - in order to get herself assigned to the project aimed at retrieving the lost ship.
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Yah! Well, not as such. It's just been edited for publication by someone at Starfleet Command, IE, me, into an order that makes more narrative sense.phongn wrote:Huh. The log in reverse order?
Wow. Didn't know I'd done that.Holy run-on sentances, Batman!
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I had been considering writing that scene, but I decided that the laugh from McKay faceplanting on an ancient console wasn't worth a few hundred words.huzzah! I loved the extract from Spock's log.
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Hye I knew a new chapter has due soon 
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There's something about an SG-Earth/UFP alliance that's just... pants shitting. The possible results of mixing their technologies is mind boggling (and the UFP probably has the better end of the deal - I'd hate to be on the first Klingon ship that gets hit with a Naquadah enhanced photon torpedo)
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Oh, I don't know, Earth as we are now could benefit one hell of a lot from access to Federation civillian technologies.Arrow wrote:and the UFP probably has the better end of the deal
Though, to whet your appettite for massive explosions, the UFP has extensive knowledge of mining, orbital construction techniques, and of course, missile weapons that can't be shot down by darts or gliders, full stop.
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I'm looking foward to seeing a Klingon fleet/Gou'ld Hatak (x1) Faceoff
Bow before your God (insert a Gou'ldy name) prepare to be boarded
Qu'vatlh! Target them. Fire.
Various explosions,
Klingon: Retreat
Ps How did the Daedalus reach its earth again?
Bow before your God (insert a Gou'ldy name) prepare to be boarded
Qu'vatlh! Target them. Fire.
Various explosions,
Klingon: Retreat
Ps How did the Daedalus reach its earth again?
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You whet my appetite for Sheppard taunting a Wraith fleet, but didn't write it? Blast you.
. On the other hand, how long before the Romulans and Klingons duplicate this feat and we have a mini-war going on in Pegasus?
It's gonna change the balance of power in the Alpha Quadrant for sure, maybe we'll even get to see the UFP blowing a few cubes awayArrow wrote:There's something about an SG-Earth/UFP alliance that's just... pants shitting. The possible results of mixing their technologies is mind boggling (and the UFP probably has the better end of the deal - I'd hate to be on the first Klingon ship that gets hit with a Naquadah enhanced photon torpedo)
. On the other hand, how long before the Romulans and Klingons duplicate this feat and we have a mini-war going on in Pegasus?Kill one man, you're a murderer. Kill a million, a king. Kill them all, a god. - Anonymous
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The Federation figured out how to activate the wormhole again and the Daedalus was able to go back to its own universe.Valkyrie wrote:Ps How did the Daedalus reach its earth again?
You know, I can't believe the first chapter was written in June. It sure as hell didn't feel like it was written that long ago.
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With a little help from Hermiod, mind.Soontir C'boath wrote:The Federation figured out how to activate the wormhole again
I'm trying to maintain a roughly weekly update schedule now.You know, I can't believe the first chapter was written in June. It sure as hell didn't feel like it was written that long ago.
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