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Too bad 
Hope you feel better soon.
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There is a better world out there, where we don't have to be slaves to an invisible man in the sky, where we can make decisions for ourselves and our society based on evidence, reason, and our own best judgment, devoid of what some shithead wrote two thousand years ago because he had a vision along side a desert road.
That's the country I want to live in, and it's well within our grasps as long as we stand up to be counted, fight the battles big and small, and realize that there is a light at the end of this tunnel. I look forward to seeing you all there on the other side.
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Chapter Eleven – Friendship
Ambassador Robert Fox, a tall man with a characteristically intense stare exacerbated by prominent cheekbones and thick, bush eyebrows, stood in Washington D.C. watching people go about their business with a certain incredulity. He’d never, honestly, expected to be in this situation, even though he’d known for quite some time that time-travel of one form or another was possible. He’d noticed, with some dismay, that the expected twentieth century suit he’d been provided with didn’t exactly fit his broad shouldered frame, and it was, in the lexicon of the books from the period he’d read in his younger days, ‘cramping his style.’
The pentagon was exactly as he’d expected it to be (he had of course, never actually seen the original building, it, along with most of the United States capital, had been flattened in the Eugenics Wars) a building that was most distinctive from the air, but which was set among somewhat pleasant lawns intruded on by a car park which Ambassador Fox had found rather exhilarating – the vehicles of the Federation didn’t output the same cocktail of waste chemicals, rather leaving, in most cases, a stream of steam, and while he appreciated the benefits this had for the environment and for fuel efficiency, in the case of twenty third century vehicles, the smell of petroleum was still quite uplifting.
“General O’Neill,” he said, extending his hand in greeting as he was ushered into the office of the director of home world security. “good morning.”
“Ambassador,” O’Neill said, “please, have a seat,” he said, waving for the guard assigned to the off-world diplomat to wait outside, as he closed the door and then plunged himself down into his seat, its suspension sagging softly and castors rattling as the general dropped down into its brown leather embrace, before pulling himself up to his desk and smiling, “So, what can I do for you?”
“Well general, as you know, the Federation is keen on an alliance with your people that will allow us to exploit the various potential advantages of your ‘universe’ for the enhancement of our own military capabilities. In essence, we want your help with that, and we’re quire prepared to pay quite a lot for it.” The ambassador lifted his portfolio onto the table and opened it, taking out a brown-folded dossier and passed it across the table to O’Neill, “I’ve been authorised to give you this as a gesture of good faith,” he said.
Jack opened the file, leafing through it, somewhat disappointed to find what appeared to be details of molecular structure occupying the diagrams, rather than designs of weapons, “What is it?” he asked, after a moment, though he supposed he could have flipped back to the cover page.
“It contains details of treatments for what you call acquired immunodeficiency syndrome and the HIV virus, both for preventing infection and a multi-stage treatment for eliminating the infection and reversing its symptoms.”
O’Neill’s eyebrow shot up, “Okay, that’s sweet,” he said, putting the folder down, “now, a question… can we get phasers?”
“Certainly…”
Aboard the USS Excelsior, Captain Sulu sighed, contemplating whether he could get them to put in a foot rest to replace his ‘captain’s table’ when it wasn’t in use. He was sure that when the time came for him to move on from his command, his successor would be infuriated by all his little ‘modifications.’ He took secret delight in the idea. “Mister Lojur, time to the target system?” he asked, at last returning to the present.
“We should arrive in three minutes captain,” the bearded Russian said, one of two on the bridge.
“Standby to drop from transwarp. Inform the Saratoga to assume position two thousand kilometres to our starboard. Mister Valtane, status of our target.”
“Confirming a single starship, presumably ha’tak class in orbit of the planet, they don’t appear to be aware of us,” he added.
“Drop us to warp velocity, stand by all screens and weapons,” Sulu said, “boarding teams stand by.”
“Have you considered the growing difficulty of preserving the secrecy of your programme?” Ambassador Fox said, “It seems to me that you would be able to much better combat this Orii threat with a sustained programme of industrial development. It has, for a long time, been the guiding principle of the federation in these matters that industrial strength is the key to winning almost any kind of confrontation. At the moment, you’re only, from what I can tell, able to expend a tiny fraction of your budget on planetary defence.”
O’Neill frowned, “Well, there is that, but the president is still concerned about the public reaction,” he said.
“In all honesty, I think you’re overestimating that. While ‘first contact’ typically comes as a shock, when it can be presented with obvious benefits, it has historically been welcomed by most cultures. The threat apparently posed by the Orii is certainly a complication, but by going public, at least you’d be able to make use of your major advantage over most states in this galaxy – population. At the moment, you’re basically centralised to a degree that your rivals aren’t. That gives you a disadvantage, but with a concerted effort, and some Federation technical advice, you could quickly develop a much greater defence capacity.”
The Ha’tak class mothership had for centuries been the pre-eminent symbol of the supreme power of the goa’uld System Lords. One such vessel, a towering fortress of impossible proportions, its hull a dark monolith of black metal reflecting a small proportion of the waning light that fell on it from the star system’s distant primary. In high orbit over a blasted world with little to recommend it to travellers, the Ha’tak was not what it had once been. To an expert eye, pieces were missing here and there. The central tetrahedron of the pyramid ship had faded from its original shining golden colour to a deep bronze, here and there patched with plates of gunmetal grey.
Outside the ship, the crescents of Death Glider fighters dodged this way and that on training missions, their pilots being brought up to speed on the gloriously simple spacecraft’s controls to replace many who had defected from the service of the goa’uld.
A mere three years ago, the ship had been commanded by a single goa’uld. Now, it was run by five of them, often at odds with one another, all claiming a share in the powerful mothership by right of having provided its current berth to hide from jaffa attacks, or having provided the resources or manpower to keep it running.
It was, in the opinion of Imseti, the ship’s former commander, a bad time to become a goa’uld. He often lay awake at night attempting to figure out how the galaxy wide domain of the goa’uld had been deposed so quickly. He felt, in the end, that the jaffa culture had long ago become too corrupted to be useful. Humans, Imseti felt, were the future. The Tau’ri’s rise to prominence was proof enough of that for him. He was debating whether the domain he and his erstwhile companions shared could go without the small numbers of loyal jaffa they still held, though.
He would never get the chance to find out.
Lurking behind the curve of the planet, invisible to the ha’tak’s sensors, were a pair of Federation starships. The intelligence they had suggested that the goa’uld ship would lose its shields if struck by between fourteen and fifteen photon torpedoes. This was of course, quite a tactical problem, as though the federation starships combined could discharge around four per second, several seconds of sustained fire would open the federation ships up to a retaliation by the ha’tak, which once it got moving, could happily confound the targeting systems of the torpedoes and pick its attackers apart with impunity.
Fortunately, the Saratoga had an answer to that, in the form of one of the federation’s first naquadah enhanced torpedoes, relayed from the impromptu stockpile aboard the Enterprise via Earth.
One problem remained – the Ha’tak was keeping its shields down. Aboard the Excelsior, Hikaru Sulu sighed. While the ship kept its shields down, it couldn’t be attacked directly without damaging the prise the Starfleet wanted intact, a functioning goa’uld warship to take apart and analyse. Crossing his fingers in front of his chest, he sighed, and watched the sensor telemetry showing the ship, so far seemingly unaware that it was being stalked. He was grateful at least, that the goa’uld’s sensor technology was deficient in just about everyone’s opinions, except their own of course, compared to the rest of their technology. It appeared that he would need to think of some revision to his initial plan in order bring home the bacon.
The Enterprise coasted serenely above ‘Atlantea’ as the Earth colony had been dubbed by some of its inhabitants. It wasn’t alone, however, instead accompanied by the wraith ship that had been captured months ago. They’d learnt much from this captive vessel, a living ship coated in thick plates of sculpted metal, deposited like the shell of a sea-creature. It needed to occasionally ingest organic nutrients to repair itself by being landed in soft soil, and this was the major reason Wraith drives were incapable of intergalactic travel. While a goa’uld ha’tak was able to make such a journey in around a hundred years – a similar speed to the Kelvans, one of the few extra-galactic races the Enterprise’s crew had met until recently, the organic limitations of Wraith vessels meant that the ships themselves, though their crews could be put in suspended animation, would have starved to death long before arriving – they could only remain off the surface of a world for some ten to fifteen years before becoming dead husks. It also provided an explanation for the effectiveness of phasers on wraith ships. After punching through the outer layers, the ships were mostly organic, allowing for easy disintegration.
The night shift on the Enterprise was always the least interesting, but Montgomery Scott found himself drawn to the other ship, struck with insomnia. He found that it was easier to keep his mind off the engagement that was scheduled millions of light years away if he had something productive to do, and the only task that really needed management was the ongoing exploration of the Wraith ship’s control systems.
It was always a messy task, and one that wasn’t particularly appealing the rest of the time thanks to the various odours released by some parts of the ship’s necrotic flesh where it had accidentally been damaged in previous explorations. Eventually, he imagined, they’d figure out how the entire ship worked.
Imseti watched from the pel’tak of ‘his’ ship as a strange white vessel, magnified a hundred times, emerged from the shadow of the planet, strafing the Ha’tak with pulses of brilliant red-orange fire. “Shield status?” he inquired, attempting to sound dignified.
“Lord, our shields are undamaged. Minor damage to the hull.”
“Very good,” Imseti said, pacing up and down on the deck of the vessel’s command deck, “Break orbit, close in, and return fire.”
“As you command Lord,” the chain-mail clad jaffa officer said, pushing the engines forward as one of the other officers scurried to activate the ship’s weapons.
A bolt of plasma a dozen meters long splashed against the Excelsior’s shields, which flared under the light as the bolt turned into a titanic explosion of golden light as the plasma bolt disassociated. The Federation ship was thrown back, pitched into a roll about two axis as another bolt shot out. On her bridge, crew and equipment went flying, with several unfortunates being hurled into the ceiling before dropping to the floor.
Deciding that it was definitely time to invest in some kind of crash harness, Sulu staggered, rather certain that at least one of the bones in his hip was broken, to the helm console, pushing the warp power control forwards with all his weight behind it. On the screen ahead of him, the wildly careening stars elongating to streaks as the warp drive engaged and the ship disappeared, another bolt slashing through the space it had previously occupied.
Aboard the Saratoga, her captain, an American woman called Captain Alexander, watched as the larger starship disappeared into warp drive. That was risky, and she wasn’t looking forward to hearing the full gory details of the Excelsior’s diversion.
“Fire enhanced torpedo!” she snapped, and the weapon leapt from the Miranda’s dorsal launcher, towards the goa’uld ship. It impacted with a blinding flash, and the enemy vessel was reduced to fragments of debris. Captain Alexander frowned, and sighed. Although the Federation had access to this alternate universe, it seemed that cooperation from the natives would be necessary after all.
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*Cringe*
Overdue, short and not too good IMO. And not proof-read. I'm sure you'll all find lots of flaws. Well, it should start getting back to previous standards soon...
Ambassador Robert Fox, a tall man with a characteristically intense stare exacerbated by prominent cheekbones and thick, bush eyebrows, stood in Washington D.C. watching people go about their business with a certain incredulity. He’d never, honestly, expected to be in this situation, even though he’d known for quite some time that time-travel of one form or another was possible. He’d noticed, with some dismay, that the expected twentieth century suit he’d been provided with didn’t exactly fit his broad shouldered frame, and it was, in the lexicon of the books from the period he’d read in his younger days, ‘cramping his style.’
The pentagon was exactly as he’d expected it to be (he had of course, never actually seen the original building, it, along with most of the United States capital, had been flattened in the Eugenics Wars) a building that was most distinctive from the air, but which was set among somewhat pleasant lawns intruded on by a car park which Ambassador Fox had found rather exhilarating – the vehicles of the Federation didn’t output the same cocktail of waste chemicals, rather leaving, in most cases, a stream of steam, and while he appreciated the benefits this had for the environment and for fuel efficiency, in the case of twenty third century vehicles, the smell of petroleum was still quite uplifting.
“General O’Neill,” he said, extending his hand in greeting as he was ushered into the office of the director of home world security. “good morning.”
“Ambassador,” O’Neill said, “please, have a seat,” he said, waving for the guard assigned to the off-world diplomat to wait outside, as he closed the door and then plunged himself down into his seat, its suspension sagging softly and castors rattling as the general dropped down into its brown leather embrace, before pulling himself up to his desk and smiling, “So, what can I do for you?”
“Well general, as you know, the Federation is keen on an alliance with your people that will allow us to exploit the various potential advantages of your ‘universe’ for the enhancement of our own military capabilities. In essence, we want your help with that, and we’re quire prepared to pay quite a lot for it.” The ambassador lifted his portfolio onto the table and opened it, taking out a brown-folded dossier and passed it across the table to O’Neill, “I’ve been authorised to give you this as a gesture of good faith,” he said.
Jack opened the file, leafing through it, somewhat disappointed to find what appeared to be details of molecular structure occupying the diagrams, rather than designs of weapons, “What is it?” he asked, after a moment, though he supposed he could have flipped back to the cover page.
“It contains details of treatments for what you call acquired immunodeficiency syndrome and the HIV virus, both for preventing infection and a multi-stage treatment for eliminating the infection and reversing its symptoms.”
O’Neill’s eyebrow shot up, “Okay, that’s sweet,” he said, putting the folder down, “now, a question… can we get phasers?”
“Certainly…”
Aboard the USS Excelsior, Captain Sulu sighed, contemplating whether he could get them to put in a foot rest to replace his ‘captain’s table’ when it wasn’t in use. He was sure that when the time came for him to move on from his command, his successor would be infuriated by all his little ‘modifications.’ He took secret delight in the idea. “Mister Lojur, time to the target system?” he asked, at last returning to the present.
“We should arrive in three minutes captain,” the bearded Russian said, one of two on the bridge.
“Standby to drop from transwarp. Inform the Saratoga to assume position two thousand kilometres to our starboard. Mister Valtane, status of our target.”
“Confirming a single starship, presumably ha’tak class in orbit of the planet, they don’t appear to be aware of us,” he added.
“Drop us to warp velocity, stand by all screens and weapons,” Sulu said, “boarding teams stand by.”
“Have you considered the growing difficulty of preserving the secrecy of your programme?” Ambassador Fox said, “It seems to me that you would be able to much better combat this Orii threat with a sustained programme of industrial development. It has, for a long time, been the guiding principle of the federation in these matters that industrial strength is the key to winning almost any kind of confrontation. At the moment, you’re only, from what I can tell, able to expend a tiny fraction of your budget on planetary defence.”
O’Neill frowned, “Well, there is that, but the president is still concerned about the public reaction,” he said.
“In all honesty, I think you’re overestimating that. While ‘first contact’ typically comes as a shock, when it can be presented with obvious benefits, it has historically been welcomed by most cultures. The threat apparently posed by the Orii is certainly a complication, but by going public, at least you’d be able to make use of your major advantage over most states in this galaxy – population. At the moment, you’re basically centralised to a degree that your rivals aren’t. That gives you a disadvantage, but with a concerted effort, and some Federation technical advice, you could quickly develop a much greater defence capacity.”
The Ha’tak class mothership had for centuries been the pre-eminent symbol of the supreme power of the goa’uld System Lords. One such vessel, a towering fortress of impossible proportions, its hull a dark monolith of black metal reflecting a small proportion of the waning light that fell on it from the star system’s distant primary. In high orbit over a blasted world with little to recommend it to travellers, the Ha’tak was not what it had once been. To an expert eye, pieces were missing here and there. The central tetrahedron of the pyramid ship had faded from its original shining golden colour to a deep bronze, here and there patched with plates of gunmetal grey.
Outside the ship, the crescents of Death Glider fighters dodged this way and that on training missions, their pilots being brought up to speed on the gloriously simple spacecraft’s controls to replace many who had defected from the service of the goa’uld.
A mere three years ago, the ship had been commanded by a single goa’uld. Now, it was run by five of them, often at odds with one another, all claiming a share in the powerful mothership by right of having provided its current berth to hide from jaffa attacks, or having provided the resources or manpower to keep it running.
It was, in the opinion of Imseti, the ship’s former commander, a bad time to become a goa’uld. He often lay awake at night attempting to figure out how the galaxy wide domain of the goa’uld had been deposed so quickly. He felt, in the end, that the jaffa culture had long ago become too corrupted to be useful. Humans, Imseti felt, were the future. The Tau’ri’s rise to prominence was proof enough of that for him. He was debating whether the domain he and his erstwhile companions shared could go without the small numbers of loyal jaffa they still held, though.
He would never get the chance to find out.
Lurking behind the curve of the planet, invisible to the ha’tak’s sensors, were a pair of Federation starships. The intelligence they had suggested that the goa’uld ship would lose its shields if struck by between fourteen and fifteen photon torpedoes. This was of course, quite a tactical problem, as though the federation starships combined could discharge around four per second, several seconds of sustained fire would open the federation ships up to a retaliation by the ha’tak, which once it got moving, could happily confound the targeting systems of the torpedoes and pick its attackers apart with impunity.
Fortunately, the Saratoga had an answer to that, in the form of one of the federation’s first naquadah enhanced torpedoes, relayed from the impromptu stockpile aboard the Enterprise via Earth.
One problem remained – the Ha’tak was keeping its shields down. Aboard the Excelsior, Hikaru Sulu sighed. While the ship kept its shields down, it couldn’t be attacked directly without damaging the prise the Starfleet wanted intact, a functioning goa’uld warship to take apart and analyse. Crossing his fingers in front of his chest, he sighed, and watched the sensor telemetry showing the ship, so far seemingly unaware that it was being stalked. He was grateful at least, that the goa’uld’s sensor technology was deficient in just about everyone’s opinions, except their own of course, compared to the rest of their technology. It appeared that he would need to think of some revision to his initial plan in order bring home the bacon.
The Enterprise coasted serenely above ‘Atlantea’ as the Earth colony had been dubbed by some of its inhabitants. It wasn’t alone, however, instead accompanied by the wraith ship that had been captured months ago. They’d learnt much from this captive vessel, a living ship coated in thick plates of sculpted metal, deposited like the shell of a sea-creature. It needed to occasionally ingest organic nutrients to repair itself by being landed in soft soil, and this was the major reason Wraith drives were incapable of intergalactic travel. While a goa’uld ha’tak was able to make such a journey in around a hundred years – a similar speed to the Kelvans, one of the few extra-galactic races the Enterprise’s crew had met until recently, the organic limitations of Wraith vessels meant that the ships themselves, though their crews could be put in suspended animation, would have starved to death long before arriving – they could only remain off the surface of a world for some ten to fifteen years before becoming dead husks. It also provided an explanation for the effectiveness of phasers on wraith ships. After punching through the outer layers, the ships were mostly organic, allowing for easy disintegration.
The night shift on the Enterprise was always the least interesting, but Montgomery Scott found himself drawn to the other ship, struck with insomnia. He found that it was easier to keep his mind off the engagement that was scheduled millions of light years away if he had something productive to do, and the only task that really needed management was the ongoing exploration of the Wraith ship’s control systems.
It was always a messy task, and one that wasn’t particularly appealing the rest of the time thanks to the various odours released by some parts of the ship’s necrotic flesh where it had accidentally been damaged in previous explorations. Eventually, he imagined, they’d figure out how the entire ship worked.
Imseti watched from the pel’tak of ‘his’ ship as a strange white vessel, magnified a hundred times, emerged from the shadow of the planet, strafing the Ha’tak with pulses of brilliant red-orange fire. “Shield status?” he inquired, attempting to sound dignified.
“Lord, our shields are undamaged. Minor damage to the hull.”
“Very good,” Imseti said, pacing up and down on the deck of the vessel’s command deck, “Break orbit, close in, and return fire.”
“As you command Lord,” the chain-mail clad jaffa officer said, pushing the engines forward as one of the other officers scurried to activate the ship’s weapons.
A bolt of plasma a dozen meters long splashed against the Excelsior’s shields, which flared under the light as the bolt turned into a titanic explosion of golden light as the plasma bolt disassociated. The Federation ship was thrown back, pitched into a roll about two axis as another bolt shot out. On her bridge, crew and equipment went flying, with several unfortunates being hurled into the ceiling before dropping to the floor.
Deciding that it was definitely time to invest in some kind of crash harness, Sulu staggered, rather certain that at least one of the bones in his hip was broken, to the helm console, pushing the warp power control forwards with all his weight behind it. On the screen ahead of him, the wildly careening stars elongating to streaks as the warp drive engaged and the ship disappeared, another bolt slashing through the space it had previously occupied.
Aboard the Saratoga, her captain, an American woman called Captain Alexander, watched as the larger starship disappeared into warp drive. That was risky, and she wasn’t looking forward to hearing the full gory details of the Excelsior’s diversion.
“Fire enhanced torpedo!” she snapped, and the weapon leapt from the Miranda’s dorsal launcher, towards the goa’uld ship. It impacted with a blinding flash, and the enemy vessel was reduced to fragments of debris. Captain Alexander frowned, and sighed. Although the Federation had access to this alternate universe, it seemed that cooperation from the natives would be necessary after all.
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*Cringe*
Overdue, short and not too good IMO. And not proof-read. I'm sure you'll all find lots of flaws. Well, it should start getting back to previous standards soon...
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They were attempting to capture a ha'tak, and blew it up by mistake. They could blow it up without the shields, and blow it up with them up, but they wanted to knock out the shields and board it... which didn't work.Crazedwraith wrote:Edit: Ok, Why are shields being down a bad thing for Sulu?
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So they wanted the shields up, so they could knock them down? If they shields were down why couldn't they board it? And why can't they just dial down their phaser's yeilds?NecronLord wrote:They were attempting to capture a ha'tak, and blew it up by mistake. They could blow it up without the shields, and blow it up with them up, but they wanted to knock out the shields and board it... which didn't work.Crazedwraith wrote:Edit: Ok, Why are shields being down a bad thing for Sulu?
Still the O'Neill scences are classic. Are we going to hear what happened to the Eugenics Era ST O'Neill like we did with Weir?
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Because then the ha'tak would raise its shields, and they'd be unable to support the troops they beamed aboard. It's a consequence of having one multi-gigaton weapon, and a bunch of megaton or kiloton ones. They had one weapon which they were counting on to drop the enemy ship's shields, and others that couldn't really dent a snakehead ship. Unfortunately, the intelligence they had on snakehead ships overestimated their shields, and they blew the thing up by accident. It's basically a there to show 1- Why the Federation believes it needs Tau'ri help. 2- That Starfleet's stuff, at present, isn't as invulnerable as it looked when dealing with the Wraith. Two or three ships aren't a match for a single Ha'tak.Crazedwraith wrote:So they wanted the shields up, so they could knock them down? If they shields were down why couldn't they board it?
Because their standard phasers aren't up to the task of seriously damaging ha'taks.And why can't they just dial down their phaser's yeilds?
Shot trying to assassinate one of the genetically superior warlords, I'd imagine.Still the O'Neill scences are classic. Are we going to hear what happened to the Eugenics Era ST O'Neill like we did with Weir?
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They could have underestimated the yield of the naquadah enhanced warheadNecronLord wrote:Unfortunately, the intelligence they had on snakehead ships overestimated their shields, and they blew the thing up by accident.
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I won't detract from the goodness that is an update of one of my favorite fics.
It sounds like you plan on rubbing the Feddies nose in their collective smug superiority. And what of the Orii? Will those religious zealots be making an appearence as well? I look forward to the next update.
It sounds like you plan on rubbing the Feddies nose in their collective smug superiority. And what of the Orii? Will those religious zealots be making an appearence as well? I look forward to the next update.
Yay! Midget Toss!
Historically, the Feddies 1st attempts at picking up alien tech normally doesnt work eitherElPintoGrande wrote:It sounds like you plan on rubbing the Feddies nose in their collective smug superiority.
It took a ridiculously unlikely chain of events to trigger to Ori to show up. Akin to rolling a '6' 3 times in a row on a 5 sided dice.And what of the Orii? Will those religious zealots be making an appearence as well?
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I direct you to the following passage with laughter in my heart.ggs wrote:It took a ridiculously unlikely chain of events to trigger to Ori to show up. Akin to rolling a '6' 3 times in a row on a 5 sided dice.ElPintoGrande wrote:And what of the Orii? Will those religious zealots be making an appearence as well?
The Story wrote:Ambassador Fox said, “It seems to me that you would be able to much better combat this Orii threat with a sustained programme of industrial development. It has, for a long time, been the guiding principle of the federation in these matters that industrial strength is the key to winning almost any kind of confrontation.
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Concealing contact with aliens will soon be impossible. I direct you to McCoy's log in Chapter Ten.ray245 wrote:oh yah, bad idea about releasing it to the public though.
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I like this fic muchly. Especially when they blew up the Ha'tak. It was easy to imagine Captain Alexander muttering "well, crap" after that.
Though I would recommend cutting the O'Neill fragment after he asked for phasers. The "certainly" didn't seem very neccesary there...
Though I would recommend cutting the O'Neill fragment after he asked for phasers. The "certainly" didn't seem very neccesary there...
SDN World 3: The Sultanate of Egypt
SDN World 4: The United Solarian Sovereignty
SDN World 5: San Dorado
There'll be a bodycount, we're gonna watch it rise
The folks at CNN, they won't believe their eyes
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<Sulu> You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!SiegeTank wrote:I like this fic muchly. Especially when they blew up the Ha'tak. It was easy to imagine Captain Alexander muttering "well, crap" after that.
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How the hell do you not only people that Aliens exist and SG-Earth has been visting them for 9 years, but Startrek Original Series which was a formally fictional series is actually real and connected to our universe?ray245 wrote:oh yah, bad idea about releasing it to the public though.
And that Quantum Theory & general relativity, the 2 corner stones of modern physics, get all the interesting details wrong.
And the whole idea of human evolution needs chucking out as it is even more wrong that the physics.
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Wrong actor, wrong accent but ten points nonetheless.NecronLord wrote:<Sulu> You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!SiegeTank wrote:I like this fic muchly. Especially when they blew up the Ha'tak. It was easy to imagine Captain Alexander muttering "well, crap" after that.
And now I have that bloody song stuck in my head thankyouverymuch
"I said two shot to the head, not three." (Anonymous wiretap, Dallas, TX, 11/25/63)
Only one way to make a ferret let go of your nose - stick a fag up its arse!
there is no god - there is no devil - there is no heaven - there is no hell
live with it
- Lazarus Long
Only one way to make a ferret let go of your nose - stick a fag up its arse!
there is no god - there is no devil - there is no heaven - there is no hell
live with it
- Lazarus Long
I'm still confused about the shields - sure if they come up, you can't support your guys. But if your first act was to beam off the defending force (or at least its commad staff) that problem would disappear. Shields won't come up if there is no one to turn them one.
بيرني كان سيفوز
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Nuclear Navy Warwolf
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in omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro
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ipsa scientia potestas est
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Nuclear Navy Warwolf
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ipsa scientia potestas est
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Well, they didn't know that this would actually work on a ha'tak.Ender wrote:I'm still confused about the shields - sure if they come up, you can't support your guys. But if your first act was to beam off the defending force (or at least its commad staff) that problem would disappear. Shields won't come up if there is no one to turn them one.
In other news, this week's chapter should be very much better.
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A lot better.NecronLord wrote:In other news, this week's chapter should be very much better.
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Chapter Twelve – Disclosure
In two places, at two simultaneous but different times that were essentially, the very foundations of cultures were shaken for different reasons. In the United Federation of Planets, in the twenty third century, secrecy over contact from a parallel reality had only been maintained for the first two months of contact – long enough for sufficient naquadah to be obtained by treaty to render any effort by aggressive foreign powers such as the Klingons to take military control of contact with the ‘alternate past.’
After that, the problems had really set in. The Federation’s Earth had long been moving, under a pacifistic political and social movement called the ‘New Men’ who proposed radical changes to education and in more extreme cases, even genetics, though that idea had been quickly rejected by the mainstream of the Federation’s human population, whose opinions on eugenics were still influenced by the eugenics wars of the twentieth century. It was said that the disappeared biographer had been one of their supporters, and one thing about his vision of the twenty forth century resonated with the public when it was disclosed.
There were in fact several such series produced, and although Starfleet rejected proposals to journey into the future to investigate their veracity, they provided a useful catalyst for organising the factions in the never-ending public policy debate of the Federation who opposed the ‘New Man’ movement into a coherent front. Which wasn’t to say that the principles expressed in Star Trek: The Next Generation and its successors were necessarily frowned upon. But some examples from it of the potential dangers – future dangers if, as some believed, their original creator had journeyed into the future before travelling into an alternate past, something investigations were still looking into – that would follow – a single alien starship penetrating Earth’s defences was widely viewed as a low point – if the course of demilitarisation proposed by the New Men was followed, were widely seized upon by those opposed to the movement.
It was, in essence, the catalyst for a major shift in political power towards the admiralty of Starfleet, and away from their more pacifist political masters. Public support was both influenced by rumours of growing federation military capacity, and concern about the envisioned future of the Federation that they had been presented with – even though it was widely held to be somewhat non-factual, given that no one remembered an Earth Starfleet captain called Archer. There had always been concern about their policies, such as advocating a post-scarcity societal development even though many of the more conservative and venerable of the Federation’s economists suggested that such an advance would not be technically feasible even if transporter transmutation technology advanced as far as they wanted. Although the Federation had a ‘money less’ society, this referred to the demise of physical currency, due to the inability, with the even the first generations of transporter-synthesiser devices (it had been quickly found out that if there was any new technology, some enterprising criminal would find a way to use it for nefarious purposes) to copy any physical money, rather than to the abolition of currency, as advocated by some of the New Men.
However, it wasn’t just concern about the idea of a post-militarist Starfleet that concerned the population of the Federation, but also the developments in the alternate universe. The decision to involve the Enterprise in the affairs of alien powers would have drawn criticism as a violation of Starfleet General Order Number One, in the case of a lesser commander. But in the public perception, James Tiberius Kirk was special. He had earned such latitude, in the minds of many, by saving the Federation’s capital, or even the entire Federation itself, from destruction on numerous occasions.
As information trickled into the public domain about the ‘alternate universe’ operations, that same General Order began to experience pressure to be altered. Although, unlike in the future dreamed of by the New Men, Starfleet refused to make it a binding order, and had on several occasions, intervened in the affairs of ‘primitive’ worlds – sniping asteroids and discouraging exploitation that offended federation captains – some viewed the history of the Tollan in the alternate universe as a cautionary tale of the perils of non-intervention, and some groups pressed for the investigation of new policies closer to those of the Asgard.
But the cultural changes undergone by the Federation were nothing compared to the massive culture shock in the twenty first century…
Richard Woolsey smiled at the members of the International Oversight Advisory. “Simply put, ladies and gentlemen, the Stargate Programme just paid for itself. It’s taken a while, but we have, at last, acquired a technology of enormous potential civilian benefit. As you know, the SGC has been working with, incredible and bizarre though it sounds, the United Federation of Planets expeditionary force for some time.
“Well, from our reports, they’ve managed, using their rather more advanced understanding of medicine, devised a version of the goa’uld sarcophagus without harmful side effects.”
Jean LaPierre, the French diplomat on the IOA leaned forward suddenly, “That is the device,” he said, with a heavy accent, “that brings people back to life, no?”
“Yes. But this one shouldn’t be capable of that. However, it will be able to cure all known diseases and disfigurement, as well as have an age retarding effect that will allow for the extension of human life…” Woolsey looked up, “Almost indefinitely. They’re ready to begin human trials. ”
“Is there any way we can keep the origin of this secret,” sighed Chapman, the British representative.
“None whatsoever,” Woolsey said, “If we want any kind of wide scale deployment of this, and the United States certainly does, we’re going to have to bite the bullet…”
“And go public…” Chapman said, with an air of horrified foreboding.
USS Excelsior, Captain’s Log, Earth Date: 11th November, 2005
We have received a request from the stargate command to proceed to the planet Tegalis in order to retrieve SG1. It is a planet near to the gateway, hence the request. The people in one of the nations of the planet have constructed an orbital weapon capable of attacking their domestic enemies. This will be the first test of our cloaking device, as implemented at the instructions of Admiral Kirk, however, I am uncertain if the device will successfully protect us from the enemy weapons installation, as it has supposedly been designed by the Orii. I intend to drop out of warp in a hull-hidden position away from the satellite. Intelligence suggests it is an energy weapon, and this should make us immune to attack.
Cameron Mitchell watched the green and blue orb of the planet appear on the screen as the Excelsior dropped out of superluminal speed. Sulu turned slightly in his chair to look at the science officer behind him, “Mister Valtane, status of the Orii satellite?”
The Russian officer initiated a series of scans, and a schematic of the satellite weapon appeared on the screen behind him. “Unknown energy source, generating fourteen megawatts at present,” he said, leaning down to look into a scope, “our cloak seems to be working, there is no increase in power. There appears to be a powerful shield generator, but it is not active.”
Sulu nodded, “Very good. Lock onto Doctor Jackson’s beacon, and beam him directly to the bridge.”
A few moments later, a shimmering column of light appeared in front of the helm and navigation consoles, before disappearing. Sulu frowned and stood up, looking over the consoles and down the steps to the lower section of the ‘bridge pit,’ where a small box with a red light on it, with an armband attached, rested on the floor. “Well, damn,” he said, leaning forwards on the consoles “We should investigate the satellite and see if it’s not possible to disable it before we attempt to negotiate for Doctor Jackson’s return. Mister Valtane, are there any internal spaces in that satellite?”
The science officer, with Colonel Carter leaning over his shoulder, examined the science station again, “Yes captain, though it’s not pressurised. It seems to be connected to an external hatch, possibly a maintenance chamber.”
“Excellent. Assemble an away team. Colonel Carter, would you care to join them?”
She looked back, “Yeah, sure,” he said, and stood up, brushing some imaginary lint from her uniform.
The chamber the group materialised in was small and cramped, and devoid of gravity, though that at least, was no problem thanks to the well-designed magnetic boots of the federation space suits. Sam looked around the room, it reminded her of the space shuttle, or even earlier craft, such as the Apollo capsules. Green and red lights blinked everywhere and bulky buttons studded many surfaces. “Right,” she said, “Let’s see if we can disable this thing…”
It took almost half an hour to figure out what most of the modules did, but eventually, they discovered that the satellite took its instructions from the surface. It was then simple enough to disconnect the receiver module from the computer, merely needing a panel to be opened and a bundle of wires pulled from their sockets.
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Returning to the bridge, Carter caught the tail end of a conversation, as the now decloaked ship drifted serenely over the Rand Protectorate. “Please return,” Mitchell was saying, “Doctor Jackson immediately…”
The bombastic voice of the Rand leader was coming over the speakers, “The gods will not stand for this insult…” Mitchell made a cutting gesture across his throat, and the communication’s officer nodded and pressed a button, reducing the volume of the Rand leader’s rant.
“Can’t we just make some kind of example?”
“I agree,” Sulu said, “transporter room, lock onto refined naquadah traces, beam the Rand stargate and dialling device into the aft cargo bay.”
The intercom voice of the transporter operator confirmed that the cargo transporter, located in the aft bay to make it easier to contain objects of persons beamed up using the device, had successfully stolen the Rand stargate. Sulu nodded to the communications officer, Ironically, Lieutenant Commander Rand, “Rand Government, this is Captain Sulu,” he said, “We have taken your stargate, and are in a position to destroy your satellite weapon. I give you,” he sounded thoughtful, “ten minutes to turn over Jarred Kane and Doctor Jackson, or I shall destroy the satellite weapon,” he looked at the chronometer, “from now. I caution you, if you kill your prisoners, your command bunker will be destroyed as well.” He sat down in the central chair, “Cut channel,” he said.
Minutes passed, and finally, the Rand government caved to pressure, bringing their prisoners out of the bunker, and attaching radio beacons to them. Sulu resumed the transmission, “Rand Government, thank you for your cooperation. Good day…”
The voice of the strident Rand president crackled through the speakers, “Return our stargate!” he demanded, and Hikaru Sulu smiled, turning to Commander Rand.
“We would really rather not, Mister President,”
“Trechery!” the other snapped.
“You’d better believe it,” Sulu said, “cut transmission. Hail the Caledonian Federation, let’s see if they can be more reasonable.”
Colonel Mitchell, leaning on the rails of the Excelsior’s bridge, frowned, “Isn’t that rather dishonest?” he said.
“I never said I’d return their stargate… merely implied it. As it is, they’ve declared themselves our enemies and while they retain the stargate, they can always build the weapon again, and use it on the Caledonians. I think it’s far better to have the gratitude of the dominant power here…”
Seven weeks later, the USS Enterprise’s bridge was, as usual, a hive of controlled activity, with crewmen going about this way and that, to and from the various consoles that supervised the ship’s operations. In the centre seat, Admiral Kirk, leaning forwards in anticipation, watched as the ship’s chronometer slowly counted up to the appointed time of her arrival.
The cacophony of starlines on the viewer parted, snapping into a dim star field over the reflective surface of an earth like planet. “Spock, scan for the locator beacons,” he ordered, and his first officer leaned down, looking into the scope at the science station, “I have them. Transferring coordinates to transporter room.
The admiral stabbed a forefinger down on one of the buttons built into his chair, “Transporter room. Beam the targets up.
In the ship’s transporter room, Doctor McKay appeared, alongside Major Sheppard. “According to my readings, the zed pee em is nearly…” he stopped, “depleted,” he finished, and spun to face the teleporter’s control pedestal, “Quickly. Beam everyone out of the city’s control room.”
On the bridge, his words were echoed through concealed microphones, “Do it,” Kirk snapped, “Depopulation pattern.”
On the planet below, in the control chamber of Atlantis’ derelict sister city, Otho, pretender to the throne-chair, lowered himself into the ancient control device, pressing his hands onto the gel-like control systems with overt ceremony. A holographic viewer materialised before him, and he breathed in slowly, savouring the example he was about to make.
Columns of light materialised on the upper story of the throne chamber, and Otho looked up, his eyes widening in shock. Another hologram appeared, showing a white disc with long cylinders attached, and he realised that it was a ship, possibly one related to Major Sheppard. He reached out with his mind, and felt the response of the lights of the ancestors. He commanded them to attack the ship, and started as he felt a strange dislocation, and the world around him faded to white…
President Henry Hayes paced up and down the immaculate carpet of the oval office in his socks, a slight twitch in his arm. He was surprised by the nervousness in him over the speech he was about to give. Over two and a half years ago now, he had been confronted in that very room by an oversized holographic representation of a ten thousand year old alien parasite holding a titanic fleet over his head with the power to raze the entire Earth to a cinder.
He’d managed to remain calm through that.
Several weeks ago, the United States had been struck by a plague created by more aliens, and it had, for a time, seemed as if the world would be destroyed again as the engineered virus reached uncontrollable pandemic proportions – his advisors had suggested that the contagion could become airborne and infect almost everyone without the luxury of pre-prepared facilities, leaving the Earth a human-free world of empty cities and deserted roads.
That had been scary, but he’d managed it.
But now, with the choice between propagating – even now, hundreds of thousands of first generation devices were being manufactured – a technology that would cure all ailments, and secrecy, forcing him to make the Disclosure. It was something he, and his predecessor, had prepared for on several occasions, but this time, there would be no stargate command team to pull the fat from the fire and remove the need. This time, it was for real.
Now he was terrified.
His personal secretary walked slowly into the room, “Mister President,” he said, “they’re ready for you.”
“Oh god,” Hayes whispered under his breath, continuously too quietly to be heard, and slowly slid his feet back into the shoes sitting beside the desk. He strode confidently across the office, and through the doorway into the Rose Garden, where an extensive horde of reporters waited in rows, like hounds, held in leashes by the surreptitiously quadrupled White House marine complement and secret service detachments. “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the President of the United States,” his press secretary said into the microphones of the podium, one recently refitted, Hayes was aware, with a slightly bulkier copy of the goa’uld personal defence shield device.
The host of reporters rose slowly to their feet, passing recording devices and notepads under their arms to applaud, as was expected. President Hayes, knew, of course, that such an act, and his first words, were about all that would meet the audience’s expectations today.
He stepped up onto the podium, feeling a slight, not unpleasant tingle across his skin as he did so. He rested his hands on either side of the podium, and tried to smile as he waited for the crowd to cease the applause and return to their seats.
“My fellow Americans,” he said, and paused as the end of normalcy loomed, “my fellow humans,” he added, to slight expressions of veiled consternation in the crowd. “What I am about to tell you is something that the leaders of other world powers are even now telling their own countries. It is the single greatest revelation that any leader has ever had the privilege of making. For this reason, I will reiterate Miss Sanchez’s request for you to hold your questions.
“What I have to say will shock many of you. Many of the world’s historical mysteries will be addressed. I will start at what is for our generation, the beginning. In nineteen twenty-eight, on the Giza Plateau in Egypt, Professor Paul Langford made a discovery. In an excavation, he uncovered a ring shaped, ornately engraved object, made of a quartzite material never before encountered. This object was brought to America and analysed. An object of incredible sophistication, and incomprehensible at the time, the government took custody of it at the request of Professor Langford, the government took custody of the object.
“During the war, my predecessor, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, ordered tests to be preformed on it in parallel with the Manhattan Project, on the theory that the device, the ‘doorway to heaven’ was a weapon. After one of the researchers was lost during experimentation, the device was again de-activated, and placed in storage.
“Then, in the early nineteen ninties, the project, Project Giza, was resurrected under the supervision of Doctor Catherine Langford and the Air Force. After several years, Doctor Daniel Jackson was able to fully translate the ‘instructions’ that came with the device, and it was activated. The device, now known as the stargate, was an ancient portal that allowed people to simply step from one planet to another. An expedition, led by Colonel Jack O’Neill, went to the planet Abydos, our nearest inhabited neighbour, and there encountered a transplanted population of humans, and an alien creature.
“This creature, which claimed to be a god, was called Ra, impersonating the ancient Egyptian sun god. When he made an attempt to attack Earth, Colonel O’Neill and Doctor Jackson were able to send a nuclear weapon to his ship, in orbit over the planet, and destroy it. Again, the Stargate was shelved, as we were unaware of the existence of planets other than Abydos.
“In nineteen ninety seven, another alien of the same species, Apophis, mounted a raid through the stargate, before withdrawing. This species, called the goa’uld, ran a feudal society on other planets, with humans as slaves. They are essentially parasitic worms that invade a host body and control it. To counter this threat, Stargate Command, the SGC, was formed. Leading another mission to Abydos, Colonel O’Neill found Doctor Jackson again, and Jackson was able to show him an archive of worlds that Ra had explored.
“Over the next nine years, Stargate Command, and in particular, their first team, SG1, have thwarted numerous assaults by these aggressive aliens, including two spaceborne attacks on Earth. You may remember ‘unexplained’ flashes in the night sky eight years ago, and again, two years ago. On both these occasions, goa’uld flotillas were destroyed, first by infiltration and covert operations of SG1, and secondly when SG1 managed to successfully locate and use an anti-starship weapons installation in the Antarctic created by the stargate builders.
“These are just two of the occasions on which stargate command has saved the world from alien aggression, but as well as the military successes caused by the dedication and bravery of the people of the SGC, there have also been non-military successes, including successful diplomatic relations with a myriad of worlds, and alliances with several interplanetary, and in one case, intergalactic, powers.
“Last year, stargate command, in conjunction with our allies, defeated the ‘replicators’ a race of aggressive, self-replicating machines, and caused the destruction of the remaining empires of the goa’uld. But we haven’t just been fighting.
“One of Stargate command’s missions has been to retrieve technologies,” the murmuring the assembled press was eclipsed by a trembling. President Hayes looked down at the glass of water on the podium, the surface of which was covered in concentric rings, and spoke into the microphone again, “And that should be them now. I present, the United States Star Ships Prometheus, Daedalus, and Odyssey.”
The trio of ships slowly descended from invisibility, high in the sky over the cloudless city, which had been made to clear its airspace for the day especially. Their hulls gleamed in the morning sun as they levitated down towards Capitol Hill. The massive star ships were surrounded by flights of F-302s, which wheeled and made low, loud passes over the white house and its gardens before flicking past the Washington monument, spinning ‘impossibly’ to turn around the obelisk in a circle a few meters across, pulling gravities from centrifugal force that would have killed the pilot of any other aircraft.
Crowds scattered away from the white obelisk and the white house gates as the fighters screamed overhead. Some outside the conference, evidently unaware, screamed, while the reporters merely looked astonished, some talking already on cellphones, while those with cameras present glared at their camera-persons to record every moment of the display.
Hayes waited for the commotion to die down, and for the press to turn expectantly to him once more – he had their full attention that much was certain. The scepticism and incredulity many had maintained throughout the speech had been replaced with… hunger. President Hayes was returned to his previous impression of the huge press gang. They looked as if they were a massive pack of dogs ready to overrun him at any moment.
He tried valiantly to push the image out of his mind, but only managed to reduce it to fear of calling the press ‘dogs’ on live television. “But these ships and fighters are not the only developments we have made, thanks to the work of stargate command, and the next development I will present, is the reason behind this disclosure. Until recently, stargate command and our new space fleet have been, in the opinions of their commanders and the Joint Chiefs of Staff, most productively operated as military secrets, and the advances made from their use, such as enhanced computers and medicines – I’m sure we’re all familiar with new AIDS and cancer remedies – distributed via other branches of government research.
“However, the latest medical technology procured with the stargate programme is so far beyond our present levels of advancement that its alien origin is beyond question. For many millennia, the goa’uld have used devices that have allowed them and their human hosts to remain in a state of perpetual perfect health, and even, in some cases, revive the recently deceased. Until recently we have not been able to understand or replicate this technology, and it has been known to cause side effects that are highly dangerous to the user’s mental well-being. Both these obstacles have now been solved, producing a medical device that we are able to mass-produce, and have recently been – some of you may well be aware – putting through clinical testing, both on animals and more recently humans.”
In one of the White House guest rooms, the various members of SG1 were sitting about in sumptuous and decadent chairs, which must each have been nearly priceless, in Cameron Mitchell’s estimation. On a large television, the CNN coverage of the speech was getting quite a few amused reactions, from the scrolling bars that displayed captions. He looked over at Daniel, who was busily pouring through an online telephone directory.
“Daniel, what’re you doing?” he asked, and the archaeologist looked up.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Yes you are,” Jonas Quinn, whom General Landry had persuaded into returning briefly to talk to the press, said.
“Well, alright, I’m looking up all the people who ‘debunked’ my theories so I can spend the afternoon gloating,” he said.
“See, now that’s just low,” Cam said.
“Yeah,” General O’Neill added, “but he’s been waiting for a long time… something like thirteen years…”
In the Pegasus Galaxy, Kirk sat in his quarters, his jacket hanging from the back of his chair, examining text slowly scrolling up the wall mounted screen, line after line of green on black figures marching relentlessly upwards, blurring together. Stargate Command mission reports from the year before last, “Computer, halt,” he said, suddenly, taking his glasses off and rubbing his temples lightly, before placing them back on and re-reading several lines in the middle of the screen.
“Save location and close file. Lock terminal,” he said, turning, in the chair and standing, pulling on his duty jacket as he left the room, breezing down the corridor and into a turbolift, “Bridge,” he said.
Stepping out onto the bridge, the starlines streaking past the ship on the viewer showed that it had yet to arrive, he turned to Uhura, “Are we in transmitter range of Atlantis?” he asked.
“Yes Admiral,” she said.
“Good, send this message. - I have an idea on how to eradicate the Wraith threat, permanently.”
In two places, at two simultaneous but different times that were essentially, the very foundations of cultures were shaken for different reasons. In the United Federation of Planets, in the twenty third century, secrecy over contact from a parallel reality had only been maintained for the first two months of contact – long enough for sufficient naquadah to be obtained by treaty to render any effort by aggressive foreign powers such as the Klingons to take military control of contact with the ‘alternate past.’
After that, the problems had really set in. The Federation’s Earth had long been moving, under a pacifistic political and social movement called the ‘New Men’ who proposed radical changes to education and in more extreme cases, even genetics, though that idea had been quickly rejected by the mainstream of the Federation’s human population, whose opinions on eugenics were still influenced by the eugenics wars of the twentieth century. It was said that the disappeared biographer had been one of their supporters, and one thing about his vision of the twenty forth century resonated with the public when it was disclosed.
There were in fact several such series produced, and although Starfleet rejected proposals to journey into the future to investigate their veracity, they provided a useful catalyst for organising the factions in the never-ending public policy debate of the Federation who opposed the ‘New Man’ movement into a coherent front. Which wasn’t to say that the principles expressed in Star Trek: The Next Generation and its successors were necessarily frowned upon. But some examples from it of the potential dangers – future dangers if, as some believed, their original creator had journeyed into the future before travelling into an alternate past, something investigations were still looking into – that would follow – a single alien starship penetrating Earth’s defences was widely viewed as a low point – if the course of demilitarisation proposed by the New Men was followed, were widely seized upon by those opposed to the movement.
It was, in essence, the catalyst for a major shift in political power towards the admiralty of Starfleet, and away from their more pacifist political masters. Public support was both influenced by rumours of growing federation military capacity, and concern about the envisioned future of the Federation that they had been presented with – even though it was widely held to be somewhat non-factual, given that no one remembered an Earth Starfleet captain called Archer. There had always been concern about their policies, such as advocating a post-scarcity societal development even though many of the more conservative and venerable of the Federation’s economists suggested that such an advance would not be technically feasible even if transporter transmutation technology advanced as far as they wanted. Although the Federation had a ‘money less’ society, this referred to the demise of physical currency, due to the inability, with the even the first generations of transporter-synthesiser devices (it had been quickly found out that if there was any new technology, some enterprising criminal would find a way to use it for nefarious purposes) to copy any physical money, rather than to the abolition of currency, as advocated by some of the New Men.
However, it wasn’t just concern about the idea of a post-militarist Starfleet that concerned the population of the Federation, but also the developments in the alternate universe. The decision to involve the Enterprise in the affairs of alien powers would have drawn criticism as a violation of Starfleet General Order Number One, in the case of a lesser commander. But in the public perception, James Tiberius Kirk was special. He had earned such latitude, in the minds of many, by saving the Federation’s capital, or even the entire Federation itself, from destruction on numerous occasions.
As information trickled into the public domain about the ‘alternate universe’ operations, that same General Order began to experience pressure to be altered. Although, unlike in the future dreamed of by the New Men, Starfleet refused to make it a binding order, and had on several occasions, intervened in the affairs of ‘primitive’ worlds – sniping asteroids and discouraging exploitation that offended federation captains – some viewed the history of the Tollan in the alternate universe as a cautionary tale of the perils of non-intervention, and some groups pressed for the investigation of new policies closer to those of the Asgard.
But the cultural changes undergone by the Federation were nothing compared to the massive culture shock in the twenty first century…
Richard Woolsey smiled at the members of the International Oversight Advisory. “Simply put, ladies and gentlemen, the Stargate Programme just paid for itself. It’s taken a while, but we have, at last, acquired a technology of enormous potential civilian benefit. As you know, the SGC has been working with, incredible and bizarre though it sounds, the United Federation of Planets expeditionary force for some time.
“Well, from our reports, they’ve managed, using their rather more advanced understanding of medicine, devised a version of the goa’uld sarcophagus without harmful side effects.”
Jean LaPierre, the French diplomat on the IOA leaned forward suddenly, “That is the device,” he said, with a heavy accent, “that brings people back to life, no?”
“Yes. But this one shouldn’t be capable of that. However, it will be able to cure all known diseases and disfigurement, as well as have an age retarding effect that will allow for the extension of human life…” Woolsey looked up, “Almost indefinitely. They’re ready to begin human trials. ”
“Is there any way we can keep the origin of this secret,” sighed Chapman, the British representative.
“None whatsoever,” Woolsey said, “If we want any kind of wide scale deployment of this, and the United States certainly does, we’re going to have to bite the bullet…”
“And go public…” Chapman said, with an air of horrified foreboding.
USS Excelsior, Captain’s Log, Earth Date: 11th November, 2005
We have received a request from the stargate command to proceed to the planet Tegalis in order to retrieve SG1. It is a planet near to the gateway, hence the request. The people in one of the nations of the planet have constructed an orbital weapon capable of attacking their domestic enemies. This will be the first test of our cloaking device, as implemented at the instructions of Admiral Kirk, however, I am uncertain if the device will successfully protect us from the enemy weapons installation, as it has supposedly been designed by the Orii. I intend to drop out of warp in a hull-hidden position away from the satellite. Intelligence suggests it is an energy weapon, and this should make us immune to attack.
Cameron Mitchell watched the green and blue orb of the planet appear on the screen as the Excelsior dropped out of superluminal speed. Sulu turned slightly in his chair to look at the science officer behind him, “Mister Valtane, status of the Orii satellite?”
The Russian officer initiated a series of scans, and a schematic of the satellite weapon appeared on the screen behind him. “Unknown energy source, generating fourteen megawatts at present,” he said, leaning down to look into a scope, “our cloak seems to be working, there is no increase in power. There appears to be a powerful shield generator, but it is not active.”
Sulu nodded, “Very good. Lock onto Doctor Jackson’s beacon, and beam him directly to the bridge.”
A few moments later, a shimmering column of light appeared in front of the helm and navigation consoles, before disappearing. Sulu frowned and stood up, looking over the consoles and down the steps to the lower section of the ‘bridge pit,’ where a small box with a red light on it, with an armband attached, rested on the floor. “Well, damn,” he said, leaning forwards on the consoles “We should investigate the satellite and see if it’s not possible to disable it before we attempt to negotiate for Doctor Jackson’s return. Mister Valtane, are there any internal spaces in that satellite?”
The science officer, with Colonel Carter leaning over his shoulder, examined the science station again, “Yes captain, though it’s not pressurised. It seems to be connected to an external hatch, possibly a maintenance chamber.”
“Excellent. Assemble an away team. Colonel Carter, would you care to join them?”
She looked back, “Yeah, sure,” he said, and stood up, brushing some imaginary lint from her uniform.
The chamber the group materialised in was small and cramped, and devoid of gravity, though that at least, was no problem thanks to the well-designed magnetic boots of the federation space suits. Sam looked around the room, it reminded her of the space shuttle, or even earlier craft, such as the Apollo capsules. Green and red lights blinked everywhere and bulky buttons studded many surfaces. “Right,” she said, “Let’s see if we can disable this thing…”
It took almost half an hour to figure out what most of the modules did, but eventually, they discovered that the satellite took its instructions from the surface. It was then simple enough to disconnect the receiver module from the computer, merely needing a panel to be opened and a bundle of wires pulled from their sockets.
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Returning to the bridge, Carter caught the tail end of a conversation, as the now decloaked ship drifted serenely over the Rand Protectorate. “Please return,” Mitchell was saying, “Doctor Jackson immediately…”
The bombastic voice of the Rand leader was coming over the speakers, “The gods will not stand for this insult…” Mitchell made a cutting gesture across his throat, and the communication’s officer nodded and pressed a button, reducing the volume of the Rand leader’s rant.
“Can’t we just make some kind of example?”
“I agree,” Sulu said, “transporter room, lock onto refined naquadah traces, beam the Rand stargate and dialling device into the aft cargo bay.”
The intercom voice of the transporter operator confirmed that the cargo transporter, located in the aft bay to make it easier to contain objects of persons beamed up using the device, had successfully stolen the Rand stargate. Sulu nodded to the communications officer, Ironically, Lieutenant Commander Rand, “Rand Government, this is Captain Sulu,” he said, “We have taken your stargate, and are in a position to destroy your satellite weapon. I give you,” he sounded thoughtful, “ten minutes to turn over Jarred Kane and Doctor Jackson, or I shall destroy the satellite weapon,” he looked at the chronometer, “from now. I caution you, if you kill your prisoners, your command bunker will be destroyed as well.” He sat down in the central chair, “Cut channel,” he said.
Minutes passed, and finally, the Rand government caved to pressure, bringing their prisoners out of the bunker, and attaching radio beacons to them. Sulu resumed the transmission, “Rand Government, thank you for your cooperation. Good day…”
The voice of the strident Rand president crackled through the speakers, “Return our stargate!” he demanded, and Hikaru Sulu smiled, turning to Commander Rand.
“We would really rather not, Mister President,”
“Trechery!” the other snapped.
“You’d better believe it,” Sulu said, “cut transmission. Hail the Caledonian Federation, let’s see if they can be more reasonable.”
Colonel Mitchell, leaning on the rails of the Excelsior’s bridge, frowned, “Isn’t that rather dishonest?” he said.
“I never said I’d return their stargate… merely implied it. As it is, they’ve declared themselves our enemies and while they retain the stargate, they can always build the weapon again, and use it on the Caledonians. I think it’s far better to have the gratitude of the dominant power here…”
Seven weeks later, the USS Enterprise’s bridge was, as usual, a hive of controlled activity, with crewmen going about this way and that, to and from the various consoles that supervised the ship’s operations. In the centre seat, Admiral Kirk, leaning forwards in anticipation, watched as the ship’s chronometer slowly counted up to the appointed time of her arrival.
The cacophony of starlines on the viewer parted, snapping into a dim star field over the reflective surface of an earth like planet. “Spock, scan for the locator beacons,” he ordered, and his first officer leaned down, looking into the scope at the science station, “I have them. Transferring coordinates to transporter room.
The admiral stabbed a forefinger down on one of the buttons built into his chair, “Transporter room. Beam the targets up.
In the ship’s transporter room, Doctor McKay appeared, alongside Major Sheppard. “According to my readings, the zed pee em is nearly…” he stopped, “depleted,” he finished, and spun to face the teleporter’s control pedestal, “Quickly. Beam everyone out of the city’s control room.”
On the bridge, his words were echoed through concealed microphones, “Do it,” Kirk snapped, “Depopulation pattern.”
On the planet below, in the control chamber of Atlantis’ derelict sister city, Otho, pretender to the throne-chair, lowered himself into the ancient control device, pressing his hands onto the gel-like control systems with overt ceremony. A holographic viewer materialised before him, and he breathed in slowly, savouring the example he was about to make.
Columns of light materialised on the upper story of the throne chamber, and Otho looked up, his eyes widening in shock. Another hologram appeared, showing a white disc with long cylinders attached, and he realised that it was a ship, possibly one related to Major Sheppard. He reached out with his mind, and felt the response of the lights of the ancestors. He commanded them to attack the ship, and started as he felt a strange dislocation, and the world around him faded to white…
President Henry Hayes paced up and down the immaculate carpet of the oval office in his socks, a slight twitch in his arm. He was surprised by the nervousness in him over the speech he was about to give. Over two and a half years ago now, he had been confronted in that very room by an oversized holographic representation of a ten thousand year old alien parasite holding a titanic fleet over his head with the power to raze the entire Earth to a cinder.
He’d managed to remain calm through that.
Several weeks ago, the United States had been struck by a plague created by more aliens, and it had, for a time, seemed as if the world would be destroyed again as the engineered virus reached uncontrollable pandemic proportions – his advisors had suggested that the contagion could become airborne and infect almost everyone without the luxury of pre-prepared facilities, leaving the Earth a human-free world of empty cities and deserted roads.
That had been scary, but he’d managed it.
But now, with the choice between propagating – even now, hundreds of thousands of first generation devices were being manufactured – a technology that would cure all ailments, and secrecy, forcing him to make the Disclosure. It was something he, and his predecessor, had prepared for on several occasions, but this time, there would be no stargate command team to pull the fat from the fire and remove the need. This time, it was for real.
Now he was terrified.
His personal secretary walked slowly into the room, “Mister President,” he said, “they’re ready for you.”
“Oh god,” Hayes whispered under his breath, continuously too quietly to be heard, and slowly slid his feet back into the shoes sitting beside the desk. He strode confidently across the office, and through the doorway into the Rose Garden, where an extensive horde of reporters waited in rows, like hounds, held in leashes by the surreptitiously quadrupled White House marine complement and secret service detachments. “Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for the President of the United States,” his press secretary said into the microphones of the podium, one recently refitted, Hayes was aware, with a slightly bulkier copy of the goa’uld personal defence shield device.
The host of reporters rose slowly to their feet, passing recording devices and notepads under their arms to applaud, as was expected. President Hayes, knew, of course, that such an act, and his first words, were about all that would meet the audience’s expectations today.
He stepped up onto the podium, feeling a slight, not unpleasant tingle across his skin as he did so. He rested his hands on either side of the podium, and tried to smile as he waited for the crowd to cease the applause and return to their seats.
“My fellow Americans,” he said, and paused as the end of normalcy loomed, “my fellow humans,” he added, to slight expressions of veiled consternation in the crowd. “What I am about to tell you is something that the leaders of other world powers are even now telling their own countries. It is the single greatest revelation that any leader has ever had the privilege of making. For this reason, I will reiterate Miss Sanchez’s request for you to hold your questions.
“What I have to say will shock many of you. Many of the world’s historical mysteries will be addressed. I will start at what is for our generation, the beginning. In nineteen twenty-eight, on the Giza Plateau in Egypt, Professor Paul Langford made a discovery. In an excavation, he uncovered a ring shaped, ornately engraved object, made of a quartzite material never before encountered. This object was brought to America and analysed. An object of incredible sophistication, and incomprehensible at the time, the government took custody of it at the request of Professor Langford, the government took custody of the object.
“During the war, my predecessor, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, ordered tests to be preformed on it in parallel with the Manhattan Project, on the theory that the device, the ‘doorway to heaven’ was a weapon. After one of the researchers was lost during experimentation, the device was again de-activated, and placed in storage.
“Then, in the early nineteen ninties, the project, Project Giza, was resurrected under the supervision of Doctor Catherine Langford and the Air Force. After several years, Doctor Daniel Jackson was able to fully translate the ‘instructions’ that came with the device, and it was activated. The device, now known as the stargate, was an ancient portal that allowed people to simply step from one planet to another. An expedition, led by Colonel Jack O’Neill, went to the planet Abydos, our nearest inhabited neighbour, and there encountered a transplanted population of humans, and an alien creature.
“This creature, which claimed to be a god, was called Ra, impersonating the ancient Egyptian sun god. When he made an attempt to attack Earth, Colonel O’Neill and Doctor Jackson were able to send a nuclear weapon to his ship, in orbit over the planet, and destroy it. Again, the Stargate was shelved, as we were unaware of the existence of planets other than Abydos.
“In nineteen ninety seven, another alien of the same species, Apophis, mounted a raid through the stargate, before withdrawing. This species, called the goa’uld, ran a feudal society on other planets, with humans as slaves. They are essentially parasitic worms that invade a host body and control it. To counter this threat, Stargate Command, the SGC, was formed. Leading another mission to Abydos, Colonel O’Neill found Doctor Jackson again, and Jackson was able to show him an archive of worlds that Ra had explored.
“Over the next nine years, Stargate Command, and in particular, their first team, SG1, have thwarted numerous assaults by these aggressive aliens, including two spaceborne attacks on Earth. You may remember ‘unexplained’ flashes in the night sky eight years ago, and again, two years ago. On both these occasions, goa’uld flotillas were destroyed, first by infiltration and covert operations of SG1, and secondly when SG1 managed to successfully locate and use an anti-starship weapons installation in the Antarctic created by the stargate builders.
“These are just two of the occasions on which stargate command has saved the world from alien aggression, but as well as the military successes caused by the dedication and bravery of the people of the SGC, there have also been non-military successes, including successful diplomatic relations with a myriad of worlds, and alliances with several interplanetary, and in one case, intergalactic, powers.
“Last year, stargate command, in conjunction with our allies, defeated the ‘replicators’ a race of aggressive, self-replicating machines, and caused the destruction of the remaining empires of the goa’uld. But we haven’t just been fighting.
“One of Stargate command’s missions has been to retrieve technologies,” the murmuring the assembled press was eclipsed by a trembling. President Hayes looked down at the glass of water on the podium, the surface of which was covered in concentric rings, and spoke into the microphone again, “And that should be them now. I present, the United States Star Ships Prometheus, Daedalus, and Odyssey.”
The trio of ships slowly descended from invisibility, high in the sky over the cloudless city, which had been made to clear its airspace for the day especially. Their hulls gleamed in the morning sun as they levitated down towards Capitol Hill. The massive star ships were surrounded by flights of F-302s, which wheeled and made low, loud passes over the white house and its gardens before flicking past the Washington monument, spinning ‘impossibly’ to turn around the obelisk in a circle a few meters across, pulling gravities from centrifugal force that would have killed the pilot of any other aircraft.
Crowds scattered away from the white obelisk and the white house gates as the fighters screamed overhead. Some outside the conference, evidently unaware, screamed, while the reporters merely looked astonished, some talking already on cellphones, while those with cameras present glared at their camera-persons to record every moment of the display.
Hayes waited for the commotion to die down, and for the press to turn expectantly to him once more – he had their full attention that much was certain. The scepticism and incredulity many had maintained throughout the speech had been replaced with… hunger. President Hayes was returned to his previous impression of the huge press gang. They looked as if they were a massive pack of dogs ready to overrun him at any moment.
He tried valiantly to push the image out of his mind, but only managed to reduce it to fear of calling the press ‘dogs’ on live television. “But these ships and fighters are not the only developments we have made, thanks to the work of stargate command, and the next development I will present, is the reason behind this disclosure. Until recently, stargate command and our new space fleet have been, in the opinions of their commanders and the Joint Chiefs of Staff, most productively operated as military secrets, and the advances made from their use, such as enhanced computers and medicines – I’m sure we’re all familiar with new AIDS and cancer remedies – distributed via other branches of government research.
“However, the latest medical technology procured with the stargate programme is so far beyond our present levels of advancement that its alien origin is beyond question. For many millennia, the goa’uld have used devices that have allowed them and their human hosts to remain in a state of perpetual perfect health, and even, in some cases, revive the recently deceased. Until recently we have not been able to understand or replicate this technology, and it has been known to cause side effects that are highly dangerous to the user’s mental well-being. Both these obstacles have now been solved, producing a medical device that we are able to mass-produce, and have recently been – some of you may well be aware – putting through clinical testing, both on animals and more recently humans.”
In one of the White House guest rooms, the various members of SG1 were sitting about in sumptuous and decadent chairs, which must each have been nearly priceless, in Cameron Mitchell’s estimation. On a large television, the CNN coverage of the speech was getting quite a few amused reactions, from the scrolling bars that displayed captions. He looked over at Daniel, who was busily pouring through an online telephone directory.
“Daniel, what’re you doing?” he asked, and the archaeologist looked up.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Yes you are,” Jonas Quinn, whom General Landry had persuaded into returning briefly to talk to the press, said.
“Well, alright, I’m looking up all the people who ‘debunked’ my theories so I can spend the afternoon gloating,” he said.
“See, now that’s just low,” Cam said.
“Yeah,” General O’Neill added, “but he’s been waiting for a long time… something like thirteen years…”
In the Pegasus Galaxy, Kirk sat in his quarters, his jacket hanging from the back of his chair, examining text slowly scrolling up the wall mounted screen, line after line of green on black figures marching relentlessly upwards, blurring together. Stargate Command mission reports from the year before last, “Computer, halt,” he said, suddenly, taking his glasses off and rubbing his temples lightly, before placing them back on and re-reading several lines in the middle of the screen.
“Save location and close file. Lock terminal,” he said, turning, in the chair and standing, pulling on his duty jacket as he left the room, breezing down the corridor and into a turbolift, “Bridge,” he said.
Stepping out onto the bridge, the starlines streaking past the ship on the viewer showed that it had yet to arrive, he turned to Uhura, “Are we in transmitter range of Atlantis?” he asked.
“Yes Admiral,” she said.
“Good, send this message. - I have an idea on how to eradicate the Wraith threat, permanently.”
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cool ... new chapter ... let's see what this is about.
EDIT: it's nice to see the beginning of a new Federation, one more along the lines of TOS. And I also liked the display of the US StarShips and the lines of D. Jackson
EDIT: it's nice to see the beginning of a new Federation, one more along the lines of TOS. And I also liked the display of the US StarShips and the lines of D. Jackson
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nice... but I'm waiting to get into the heart of the conflict. Right now its just how two civilizations just solve all each others problems, but nothing driving drama, or comedy, or tragedy, or anything.
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in omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro
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ipsa scientia potestas est
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Nuclear Navy Warwolf
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in omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro
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ipsa scientia potestas est
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