You want the galaxy to spiral into post iron curtain anarchy?
Ba'al dindu nuffin.
Yet at least lol.
I told @Spartan303 about if I could make him feel sympathy for commandant cleavage, wonder if I succeeded.
Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.
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You want the galaxy to spiral into post iron curtain anarchy?
Ba'al dindu nuffin.
Yet at least lol.
I told @Spartan303 about if I could make him feel sympathy for commandant cleavage, wonder if I succeeded.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
If it keeps Earth safe its worth it.You want the galaxy to spiral into post iron curtain anarchy?
Ba'al dindu nuffin.
Yet at least lol.
As for Ba'al to quote Mace Windu "He's too dangerous to be left alive"
You want the galaxy to spiral into post iron curtain anarchy?
Ba'al dindu nuffin.
Yet at least lol.
I told @Spartan303 about if I could make him feel sympathy for commandant cleavage, wonder if I succeeded.
Sympathy? No. Not sure I could ever be sympathetic to her. A measure of Respect? Yes. Though I find the Peacekeepers foolish for try to seek the approval of the one who Banished them. Like a neglected child constantly seeking approval.
Their arrogance though...yeah you captured that beautifully. This is an amazing piece!
VicSage
Carpenter, Cobbler, Chirugeon, Dataminer.
We already have enough problems with isis at home, no need to go looking for space isis.
This is both correct and incorrect, see Time Travel Ba'al action figure for details.
They may appear again, as humanity is a mirror to the Goa'uld so too are they to the Jaffa.
The contrast of her bitter pride to Teal'c and Drey'acs certitude is something I hoped I put on paper properly.
and how pathetic it makes them and because of that how dangerous.
I could honestly see this Ba'al making Goa'uld action figures for profit..
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I'm now wondering if John Crichton is out there in the Uncharted Territories. But on Earth he adorns the wall of dead NASA/IASA heroes...
Cameron Mitchel is a character in the fic.
But I could easily change his appearance or Chrichtons and then have SG1 stumble on him and Aryn living it up on some planet after the shadow depository heist. Like the Colonials, they form part of the settings history not its current journey.
Though Dargo and Aryn would probably treat meeting Teal'c the way a modern soldier might treat meeting Patton or MacArthur.
I wanna keep the Farscape involvement to a minimum until shit really hits the fan and maybe give the Peacekeepers a minor redemption arc against Apophis.
A common theme I see of the two is that they're either cousins or half brothers. Bur yes I agree keeping the Farscape involvement to a minimum. Maybe explore that in a sequel story?
Possibly, there will be an Atlantis spin off at some point because that's when it's gonna get real bad and it might be amusing to have Rygel and Woolsey become the joint diplomats in Pegasus. Out there trolling everyone.
Dargo maybe receiving some training from Bra'tac or Teal'c. The only Luxon in the history of their race to win such an honor might be a cool way to honor him.
Conclusion of the ep coming soon boys!
Legio Stellarum
Aannnd Ep 2 of Stargate SG-1 is officially concluded...Yu makes his grand entrance, a bit of the history of the rebellion against the Ori is discussed since I know @Harlock and @Spartan303 enjoy the world building and the President makes a fateful call that..hopefully was as bad ass on the screen as it was in my head.
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Castle Pengu
Wooden floors Isis thought with an amused smile, he still uses wooden floors. It was adorable quaint for a palace this enormous even if it did look like one gigantic personal retreat. The columns that flanked her rose like mighty trees into the mountain, holding up the Pengu castle, the fortress that was said to be impregnable save for obliterating the continent in which it sat in. All about her, green and gold banners fluttered in an artificial breeze that kept the place cold enough that most Lotars dressed warmly while within its walls.
She noticed several now, their long flowing robes and hats and bowed heads on bent necks. Lotar’s that bore the seal of minor lords of the imperium, likely here on business for their masters who were among Goa’uld of the lowest of the accepted subspecies who were not allowed to command servants who were bonded. Others were proxies of more prestigious nobles, minor and mid-level clans descended from an illegitimate child of a peer. An envoy of Zipachna, the Chamberlain of Set’s domain. Isis canted her head slightly in that one’s direction as Set would likely be an ally should the worst occur; she could extend an appropriate amount of courtesy to that one.
Yu’s Kingdom was a place where a Jaffa or a minor Goa’uld of lesser breeds might rise high, as the Golden sovereign was slightly more concerned with merit than he was blood purity. Still, Isis was relieved to see there weren’t any mongrels like Amunet prancing about, an offense to all decency and sense. Eventually columns and wood paneling gave way to a great jadestone “road” leading towards a series of immense golden arches, each containing engravings that depicted Ra, Yu, Hathor, Anubis and Apophis rising against the accursed Ori, the children of the rebellion, the legendary orphans who became Gods and established the Imperium of the Second Dynasty. -Uncle Yu was there when grandfather was killed, he was there when..Adria..-
The story, which was depicted on a set of remarkably painted frescoes and murals on Dakkara depicted an Ori by the name of Adria, allegedly the name meant “sunset” or something in an ancient dialect for she was the last Ori born, the youngest and the only known being in half a billion years to reach that state where energy and thought merge. She had been young, barely in her twenties when it happened but the power, she wielded was a terror. She could have cured her race of the plague ravaging them, perhaps even resurrected it in its entirety. Instead, she struck out, unleashing a psychic wave that decimated the rebel fleet over the primeval homeworld of the Goa’uld races. The images on Dakkara depicted her as a massive radiant wind tunnel of pure crimson fire with heartless black eyes, but Isis suspected she was just a traumatized youngster who threw her entire being away on a gamble to protect the last of her race. Either way, a Primordial God stood before the whole of the cosmos and had every intention of humbling her forefathers and forcing them into subjugation.
It was in that moment that the Lords of the Children of Light showed the mistress of the immaterial just how powerful a slave’s will to be free truly was.
United, Ouranos, Tartarus and their wives, Nu and Neith struck this incorporeal monster with everything they had. A God of the ethereal facing down masters of the material realm in an assault that produced shockwaves that killed half a billion Unas, broke the minds of millions of primitive Goa’uld. Queens in their ancient swamps burst into flames, consumed in the fury of an indignant and immature progenitor. The battle was relentless, Tartarus was incinerated by a stray thought from Adria who then was forced to endure the psychic self-immolation of Neith who in madness and grief turned her very being into a bomb that ripped at the threads of the ascended being. Nu and Ouranos remained, Nu who was heavy with child struggled to shelter the next generation of the house of Ouranos (Her biological father amongst them.) but the pair held firm.
Until some primitive Goa’uld chieftain who had allied with the Peers stabbed Ouranos through the heart with a lance, the sudden wound to his host was enough to distract him and Adria was able to shift from holding them off to assaulting him entirely. Isis’s grandfather was atomized shortly thereafter, and it looked like the rebellion was doomed.
Then a light from the heavens struck Adria, a telepathic bolt fired by Anubis into the tear his mother had made caused her to reel in agony soon after, mother unleashed an attack of her own and Hathor’s fury at the loss of her parents was such she briefly split Adria nearly in half. Her essence disorganized, Ra, Yu and one other stood.
The sons of Ouranos, would not be denied their vengeance.
Adria was torn apart psychically, slowly. Even her soul was shredded and discorporate, cast into the planes between realities as Ra burned like a beacon of wrath.
The battle was over, but it had evidently been broadcast throughout the known universe, every civilization that had flourished into the great races and fallen into decay as their shepherds declined had seen it, felt it. Even those who had descended into utter anarchy and barbarism. After that, many of their future subjects took them as Gods and it was far easier to govern and heal a cosmic wasteland when a good percentage of the surviving population believed you were divine. At least that was the excuse her father always used, that happenstance provided the pretext and through it, a rite of conquest became a spiritual mandate. Rebellion became crusade and soon races ignorant of the “war in the heavens” were indoctrinated into the Imperial religion.
Though when Ra recounted the story, the glint in his eye suggested father hadn’t been fortuitous but deliberate. -Uncle Yu and mother are the last of those who participated in the battle left- The others, were all gone.
Of the two of them, Yu had always been Isis’s favorite. Hathor had always been relentless on her girls and the fact that she favored Egeria over her always bothered Isis. Granted, she was a dutiful daughter and always did her best and when her best wasn’t good enough? Well, by that time she was a mother herself, married and with domains of her own to rule and there was no point in pettiness. -Still, it would be nice-, maybe that was why she hated the Peacekeepers so much? Such thoughts were pointless. The Court of Yu the Golden loomed ahead of her and when the members of said court parted ways, some (the lower ranked) bowing to one knee, others bowing in the distinctive style of the realm (A partial bow with hands steepled in prayer). Others, her cousins, the myriad children of Yu smiled, sneered, or would wave.
-Mei’lyn has a new host, I wonder what happened to the old one? - Isis realized, absent mindedly looking at the tall, slightly blue skinned Peer whose new host was a mix between Lotar and who knew what else. Mei had always been smitten with Horus, she knew the two were lovers and that several of Horus’s minor lords and planetary Governors were the product of their affair. Sensing her thoughts, her cousin mouthed -Lucian pirates-
Ah, mentally she promised to speak to her fleet Captains about that.
Even if it was just a host, an attack on a member of the house of Yu was an attack on the House of Ra. -Besides, Mei was unnaturally close to her host-, she suspected there was even a degree of personality merging, though Horus remained totally oblivious of this fact. Otherwise, she suspected their relationship would have ended abruptly. Her jingoistic elder sibling being consumed with protocol and decorum.
A tall spindly Goa’uld in a host with an impressive long and white beard stood at the base of a ascending steps that lead to a massive throne carved gold (likely one gigantic “block” taken from the same vein), twisted and woven into the form of a great maned feline with fangs that were taller than the average backwater dwelling Lotar, eyes of a gem of Yu’s own making that shifted colors depending on the angle one looked at it and in its immense open maw sat a bald man with features that Tau’Ri might call Mongolian, or Manchurian or Russian (In truth Yu’s host likely belonged to a breed that was the father of all three races.), he was immense, fat but not in an unhealthy sense, a great thick black goatee that turned into long chin and nose whiskers fell from a proud chin and the same black hair was done in a long braid that trailed down his shoulder to rest on his immense stomach. Adorned in the furs of large lions that hunted the great tusked, long nosed beasts that saturated the planets in his realms and the finest silks, gnarled large hands contrasted keen eyes on a somewhat bear like face.
The man, who tried to look a warrior (And indeed was a great one when need called for it.) But would always appear as a scribe, or technologist.
“Princess Isis, daughter of Set, daughter of Ra, Daughter of Hathor, Wife of Osiris, mother of Mithras, Dionysus, Nepit, Maat and Hesat. Goddess of Agriculture and civil administration. Great Lord of the Systems!”
-Funny how my little bastards with Zeus are System Lords in all but name but the children I’ve had with Osiris are all drunken lay abouts who are incongruous with the others- she loved all her children equally, but sometimes she wished she’d beaten her legitimate offspring more. Isis was great at having children, terrible at raising them. Just so with her divine roles, genuinely a great cultivator of land but a terrible governess. -My subjects and my children still love me though...-
“Mistress of the outer imperial core and Princess of the Gods. You stand in the presence of the Heavenly Sovereign, the Golden King, Yu Han’shi, Yu the great, Yu the builder, Yu of the house of Ouranos, Yu of the founding pillars, of the battle of Cimmeria. Yu! Lion of the Night! Yu the master of this Galaxy!”
“And all the nebula and dust that orbit it.” A deep, slow, deliberate chorus of voices assaulted her ears, a tight baritone of roar that belonged to her eternally exasperated, wise uncle. White fire glowed in the hosts eyes and illuminated the semi dark of the great Throne (Which itself was inspired by the Drakar Throne of Ra, which was fashioned from a ruby like stone block some three hundred feet long.) Those immense, scribe’s hands clenched the great teeth behind the sabered fangs, and he leaned forward, a shadow casting across the hall. “Silence you withered old bird, my niece knows who I am, and she made herself known to me when she picked a fight with those mercenaries out there!” His chiding belied mild amusement, yet Isis still felt a twinge of regret. -He taught me how to make worlds- She felt scolded and not so, as if he understood why and she let out a breath and stepped forward.
“In all respect Great King, they were asking for it.”
That caused Yu to let out something that might have been a laugh and he rose from his throne and at once Jaffa had snapped to attention at either side, sharp eyed and adorned in the golden armor of his palace guards. -Oshu isn’t present- Isis realized, The First Prime of King Yu had become one of the few Jaffa in history to earn a place of honor within a court outside the capacity of a master of some form of military arts. Like Teal’c and his wife, he was young, ambitious, and beloved by the militaries of much of the known universe. Yet, he was more akin to Bra’tac, wise in all things, but deadly in war. Isis often wondered, why Oshu was passed over for Teal’c not that either man was inferior to the other. Why was he not present for this? He was almost never far from his master when any System Lord came calling.
“Hmm; of course, they were.” Yu walked down the great jade steps and embraced his niece to the tone of the crier dismissing all in the hall. Now was the time for family, not for interlopers. Dismissing even their guards the two proceeded to walk towards back exit, towards a garden with some of the most state of the art anti surveillance technology in the empire. After all, did not his niece come here specifically to ask for his help in supporting the next Emperor?
“I must admit, I’ve missed your mist covered forests, your vast oceans with their immense whales and those tusked monstrosities that trumpet like thunder.” Isis sighed wistfully, she’d been a youth by the standards of the peers, only about three hundred when Ra ordered Tau’Ri to be abandoned after the antics of her sister and that old bastard Prometheus. But she had a clear image of the old world, she missed the home of her childhood. That its children, her spiritual cousins stormed through the gate and murdered her father hadn’t dampened her desire to see home again. -Why would they do that? When we ignored them for so long? - Her elder brother and husband thought only of revenge, but Isis shared Ba’al and Hathor’s view that there was more to the event Apophis had declared an act of Tau’Ri vengeance. Vengeance? Perhaps, Lotar even so far removed from the primeval cultural forces of their ancestral planet had a capacity for revenge that rivaled her own species, but she wasn’t sure. The thought of the Tau’Ri made her remember the howling creatures that the fathers of the Lotar domesticated.
“Remember the amicable four-legged beasts? The pack hunters who had forged an alliance with the Tau’Ri” she asked, looping her arm through her uncles.
Yu laughed. “I could never convince your father to let me take some off-world, I kept telling him they were a mighty species, worthy of being made into an animal type of Jaffa. One that could fight beside our warriors like brothers and guard our children alongside our Jaffa. But Ra would hear none of it. Foolish, Zeus and his children would pay a planet’s worth of precious gems for even a single genetically diverse pack. He’s ever sought companions outside of our kind..” not to mention they had a great sense of smell, the Golden King hadn’t forgotten that. -With the increased bombings by the Children of Egeria, it might help to have an organic sensor suite to lean on-Yu shook his head never really trusting machinery for security, his whiskers blowing in the wind as the mountain air and the scent of a dozen flowering plants filled the air. Isis broke from Yu and walked towards a particularly beautiful rose that was almost translucent and yet held a vibrant crimson. She cupped it in her palm “I recognize this from a banquet at Babylos. Tell me, are you and Ba’al engaging in one of your fits of mad science again?” she asked with a wry grin that concealed the second question she’d asked.
Yu nodded “A century ago, regrettably neither of us have the time we would like, for he submitted an idea for a breed of soil restoring plant I found most, compelling.” He turned to Isis now and narrowed his eyes. “Let us set aside our reunion for the time being, you know how I despise pleasantry as a pretext.”
Isis laughed loudly ending down to scent the flower, feeling her cheeks warm -And it can produce intoxication! Remarkable!!- She turned back to Yu and gave him an apologetic nod. “I did miss you is all, but yes, I would have you come to the memorial feast and..we would have you and yours participate in the vote.”
Yu raised an eyebrow; they were truly going with Ra’s asinine idea to allow his successorship to be decided in part by a vote?! Governments could be elected, but those who ruled, the spiritual and literal heads of state must always be born to it. That was something even the maniac progressive Prometheus agreed with. “I would have thought the decision a foregone conclusion even without my help. Tell me? Who else will stand beside Horus?”
Much as you hate our politics, much as you isolate yourselves, dear uncle, you know the answer and merely search for conclusions. Isis reached up to tap her chin, earning a nod of approval in Yu for her choice in gloves. She didn’t know why his approval of her fashion meant so much, perhaps lingering silliness from the memories of her host or her own love of family. “Zeus will likely end up with his name put forward by one of his sons or daughters. He will likely decline; his votes will go to either Osiris or Horus. Izanami will put himself forward as a candidate.”
Yu shook his head. The descendants of Ame-No-Manakushi had no place on the throne. They were far too close to Prometheus and Yu had always suspected Amaterasu’s involvement in the rebellion. “Impermissible.”
“Agreed, besides, he hates us for what Ra allowed to happen to his sister. Haqet and Appollo will likely forward their names, and none shall support them. But that brings us to our next candidate...”
“Apophis.” Yu hissed; she could almost see the flowers wilt at her uncles change in tone. There was no love between either God, with Apophis viewing Yu as a irrelevant eccentric who got whatever he wanted by bleating to his brother and Yu viewing Apophis as a resentful madman forever trapped in the shadow of his elder brother Anubis. “The wrong warrior was murdered by…”
Isis waved him off, she didn’t want to hear that name even after tens of thousands of years, the memory of the dark one froze her blood. “It is done, Apophis and Horus are who this will likely come down too…And I believe Apophis may have sufficient support.”
Yu growled slightly, the air growing damp as his psionic energies flared. “To think, Amaterasu and your mother will be on the same page for once since the unfortunate business with her cuckolding Apophis.”
Isis couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. To threaten civil war because her older sister stepped out on him. Egeria was a fool but no one alive could blame her for wanting nothing to do with that blood drunken maniac. Apophis choice in females always a perversity and she knew her sister well enough to know that Egeria wasn’t going to share her bed with mindless primitives, nor bare offspring for that deviant. What a fool, Anubis had offered to depose his brother and take his holdings, yet Ra stayed his hand. -How many more mistakes did father make? -
“Apophis and Horus will both likely use the Tau’Ri’s actions as a rallying cry, one to call for vengeance and the other to point out how ineffectual our leadership of the Empire has been.”
“Hah!” Yu walked ahead, beckoning Isis. “The Tau’Ri, ripping through the stars with vengeance on their lips is the most preposterous notion to come out of your fool brother’s mouth.”
She smiled sweetly. “I knew I was correct in thinking that made no sense!”
“You are the smart one dearest. Vengeance, phah! It’s doubtful the Tau’Ri even remember we existed until they ran right into Sek’Het’s over eager posterior!”
Now that surprised Isis and sensing that surprise he laughed softly. “Little girl, I have walked this universe for as long as your father did, a hundred and five thousand years. In all that time I have witnessed much, with the exception of the four great races, most civilizations barely last a few centuries, for star faring races the average was five thousand years before we came along. It was only when the Empire was established after the battle of Dakkara that things began to change. Cut off from the Gate Network and ourselves? And very clearly have not found any of the equipment we abandoned in that massive continent to the south of where Ra landed. The one with the jungles and the diseases and the Lotar with the dark skin? The name escapes me, in any case. It is not without precedent.”
“Yes, I grant you uncle, but even the Kobolans worshipped Egeria and Prometheus, traces of us remained. In the other cases I know of, enough that reintegration to the Empire is peaceful.”
Yu nodded. “Yes, but Ra was..adamant about all traces of our presence there being removed. It was only by error of Anubis that the one installation remained hidden..we never looked back. It was almost as if..your father feared them..or what they could become.”
While hard to digest, it didn’t surprise her. Copper eyes suddenly glowed bright and white and she clenched her fists. “They were….are..in some ways a kindred spirit aren’t they?”
Yu nodded slowly. “We are their Gods, yet they are closer to brothers than inferiors, our union with their race I believe benefitted us both and yet…”
“Could be the doom of both our species if we aren’t careful.” Isis gave a nod and took a calming breath. “Was father right to fear them?”
“In over forty thousand years of rule over their descendants, how many rebellions have we faced? And don’t mention the Kelowna, they don’t rebel they merely indulge in overzealous displays of emotion.” Yu warned a playful glint in his eyes that caused her to nod and suppress a laugh. “With the exception of the Tau’Ri and Lantesh..few.”
“They are loyal because we don’t treat them like cattle, they may be subjects of the empire rather than citizens but they’ve rights, enjoy our peace and possess a level of prosperity few outside our realms enjoy. A hard conquest, but a fair and just rule as Anubis would say, Ra looked at the face of every Tau’Ri and said he saw only Ori and so he was cruel to them as he became cruel to his own kind in the end. His madness and yes, he was mad. Your father lost himself after the rebellion, not because of Egeria but because when he looked in the eyes of those she died for, he saw himself looking back.”
Isis was struck into silence by this, horrified almost. -perhaps they’re right and the Tau’Ri should be destroyed? - No, she thought. Such an action would only bring about a repeat of history… “I must calm my brother’s rage then. And..And Apophis.”
“Cannot be allowed to rule because he wouldn’t just make war upon the Tau’Ri but all of creation.”
A thought entered her mind that likely should have never existed in that moment.
“Perhaps, we can use the Tau’Ri to solve one of our problems.”
“My dearest, what makes you think someone isn’t doing that already?”
Civil war never felt closer and once again Isis began to empathize with the stupid Sebaceans and she hated herself even more for it.
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The white House-July 18th.
When Admiral George S Hammond stepped out of the car, he found Abe Ellis and Captain Maybourne outside talking to a few secret service personnel. Seeing Ellis out of uniform (Or even the clothing he had tailored to look like the Stellar navy variant of the space force uniform). Would always be odd to Hammond who came up under the wing of the old sea eagle when they were younger men. -A lifetime ago, before I knew about what was out there-. The two old friends shook hands and by the smile on Ellis’ face it looked like their debriefing paid dividends in excess. “I take it New York bought it?”
“Oh, he’s enthusiastic old friend, he’s already asking Kim to set up a Caribbean bank for all the Gold Kasuf thinks he and the other city masters can extract from the mines, his eyes lit up when he realized we could virtually self-fund.” The trio rounded a corner as Hammond nodded at that little bit, evidently the snakes didn’t quite prize gold and silver the way they did, or else could extract enough of it from other sources that they liked to keep their more primitive planets like some kind of ghoulish nature preserve, then again given the size of their empire they didn’t need to mine every single world and Skara had shown them a mine with what one of the army corps of engineer volunteers said was the largest vein he’d ever heard of existing. “He realizes we could employ a lot of out of work machinists, welders and other trade people simply refining all the precious metals we can bring back alone. That being said, his enthusiasm has complicated things a bit.”
Hammond raised an eyebrow at the comment and Maybourne cut in. “Sir, he wants us to scout for potential planet’s outside of Imperial space that could be identified for colonization in phase four.”
Is he serious? Hammond thought, the security for that alone..No, well, he supposed if they were out of work tradesmen, people from the rust belt who lost everything due to the recession and the changing times, families. Maybe, maybe some might just be desperate enough. “They’d have to be made to understand it’s a one way trip, they could never go back and that things like medical supplies and the like they’d be dependent on being supplied through the gate for at least five years. If the president insists, we could probably move say four thousand people through the gate but I would insist on families, especially with young people. If he’s going to do this, he needs to establish something profitable and sustainable. None of those thirty-year-old professionals who just want to wait until the right time to have a single kid. They’d be in the wilderness, we’d need farmers, tradesmen, people willing to have large families…because they’ll be burying kids even with a consistent supply.”
Maybourne chuckled dryly “I’m a descendant of Christopher Newport y’know?”
Hammond suppressed a twitch of annoyance at the implication. “Since when did the Space Force become an outfit of privateers?”
“Since we realized our enemy runs most of this Galaxy George. Face it, we could be smashed by a fleet, invaded or cut off, we need to get some of us out there and fast, we need to start turning over tech and resources soon. That’s what Constellation was always about.”
“Fair enough old friend.” Approaching the Oval office, Hammond felt something akin to a chill. The weight of history once again pressing upon his chest. Doors opened and Hammond knew the world would change forever soon after they closed.
To his credit, the president was as energized as ever and seemed excited at the prospect of fighting the whole damn universe. Then again, the potential windfall and how it would impact the average America. There were plates of fried chicken, and a bunch of sides and Hammond resisted the urge to shake his head, it was going to be hard to resist temptation to eat garbage something Doctor Fraser would tear his head off over. -High blood pressure, please, that’s a healthy Texan read!-
“George! Welcome back!” The President reached out and Hammond shook his hand, it was easy to forget how dangerously slick the guy was when he adopted his salesmen face. He was so easy to dismiss until you got a look in his eyes and realized he might not talk like it, but he was almost always the smartest bastard in the room. “Hungry?”
“Starving mister President”
Yeah, Fraser was going to kill him.
He liked to talk while eating this President, it reminded him of President’s Reagan and Clinton who were fond of making briefings social calls. Hammond had a perfect excuse to indulge in junk food while also working with the President who asked him assessment on various points in the debrief. How reliable he thought Teal’c’s assessment of their FTL issues in much of the Galaxy due to this weird weapon deployed against them or against some other ancient enemy. Teal’c seemed to think it unlikely for anyone to invest the energy and manpower in invading Earth because they would likely have to go outside of imperial space, then outside neutral space, avoid the protected planet’s zone then strike the earth, as coming at the planet directly would either result in fried hyperdrives or a two-year voyage as opposed to a two day voyage. Teal’c even seemed to think they’d have to occupy a planet to use as staging ground. Hammond didn’t think the Snakes would do that yet, they had their own internal problems.
Then again, he remembered Apophis and those crazy eyes.
“Mister President, I think his advice is based off a military tradition older than civilization as we know it. I believe he’d be right under normal circumstances.”
“Yeah, but times aren’t normal, their space Emperor is dead and they could be pissed off at us enough to go through all that bullshit just to step on us. Alright, I’m going to have the budget for Constellation increased by about twelve billion. We can mask that through a bunch of the damn relief bills they want me to pass, that should hold you over until you start bringing home the goods.” That still surprised the President, that they estimated they could bring back a trillion dollars in precious metals and gems over the next two years. He planned to hot shot most of that into the economy but Hammond and Ellis would get whatever they needed. Need to be careful there too, bring enough treasure back and it’ll devalue everything. Don’t want to end up like those Ming bastards.
He rose and walked to the windows behind the resolute desk, looking out across the green. “Everyone thought my campaign was a publicity stunt, as if anyone with a brain would want to jump into this fucking sewer. Politicians are the most disgusting fucking people on the planet…Y’know I’m the only guy in D.C right now who doesn’t even drink? Pretty sure Henry here is the only guy in DC ‘sides me who isn’t face first into a mountain of blow in the morning with these fucking people.”
Despite himself Hammond laughed as the Vice President mouthed ‘not since Medellin 86’ any way’.
“They want me to take this out of the hands of the Space Force and the NID as if I’d trust Bobbie fucking Kensey to touch any of this without selling off the planet.” He shook his head. “We’re in trouble, these guys are seriously hardcore, they’re everything the US used to be on earth before twenty years of bullshit weakened us. They’re us but on a scale, I can’t even imagine…We can go out there all day long, peaceful exploration, make bank bringing home goodies, revolutionize medicine with all the pharmacological stuff out there, or bury our heads in the sand and ignore it all and withdraw but it won’t make a damn difference if those body thieving cocksuckers park in orbit and start shooting.” The President finally ended his rant long enough to take a breath then he turned. “George, tell me, you still want the losers, psychos and conspiracy nuts as the big brains of Stargate Command? Fraser, is a great doctor but I could replace her and others.”
Hammond shook his head emphatically. A sense of excitement filling his head, Ellis whose jaw was still on the floor with the budget increase, hastened to add that he thought it was best if they kept as many “outside the box” thinkers on the roster as possible.
“Maybe hire more Mister President” Maybourne added, much to Hammond’s surprise. Maybourne gave him an indifferent shrug, they needed all the help they could get, now wasn’t the time for elitism or partisanship.
“That must have hurt to say.” The President said with a grin before turning his attention to Ellis and Hammond, eyes narrowing. “The enemy is out there gentlemen and while I’m a noninterventionist by nature this isn’t something we can ignore. The enemy is out there and a solution to our problem is likewise out there. If we can make peace and do business, great but I won’t have it said that I presided over the destruction of our planet and the end of the United States. To that end, I want us to walk tall, speak softly, smile and carry a big fucking stick.”
Hammond’s jaw set, this was it. The moment everyone in this room was waiting for since the remnants of the Stargate Reconnaissance Team Zero took those first steps back on earth half a decade ago. “Sir…”
“Ellis, Project Constellation has whatever it needs to get into full production, I want that big bitch off ground and into the skies by Christmas. I want four additional prototypes laid down by this time next year and Admiral Hammond..I want you to create twenty specialized teams. Teams of four, two military guys, two specialists. Their job will be to explore these worlds, establish peaceful contact and if possible trade, scout out potential colonies and if necessary wage a covert war against an overwhelmingly superior enemy. I want them supported by best scientists and smooth talkers out there, I want permission from Kasuf to lease the pyramid complex to establish a permanent military base on Abydos. Your idea of screening all the organic matter and tech there will form the foundations for what I hope one day becomes our embassy to the System Lords and a commercial outpost. I want these teams supported by an elite brigade made up of two thousand of the baddest motherfuckers this military has ever created. I want them brought up from the ground up, no nepotism, no army political shit. No clerk generals and minimal transfers, bring them up from raw recruits as many as you can. Reactivate whoever you think you need to train these boys, I want half of them on Abydos and the other half in ‘Rado ready to head to the mountain to back your boys up at a moments notice. I want you, Admiral George Hammond to give me the force of the future, I want you to lay down the foundations for a power capable of fighting these snake bastards harder than they’ve ever been fought before. I don’t just want us to survive, I wanna humble these pricks and bring them to the damn table if it comes to that.” The President paused for a breath and eyed the former SEAL with the harshest gaze Hammond had ever seen the former real estate baron give anyone.
“These Snake bastards think they’re Gods, I want you to raise a legion of God slayers, think you can do that George?”
There was no response from George Hammond, none was really needed.
The slow, crescent moon like, damn near demonic smile that spread across his face, nearly bisecting bald head at the jawline said it all.
A handshake sealed a deal
And the tides of history rushed forward once again.
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Castle Pengu
Wooden floors Isis thought with an amused smile, he still uses wooden floors. It was adorable quaint for a palace this enormous even if it did look like one gigantic personal retreat. The columns that flanked her rose like mighty trees into the mountain, holding up the Pengu castle, the fortress that was said to be impregnable save for obliterating the continent in which it sat in. All about her, green and gold banners fluttered in an artificial breeze that kept the place cold enough that most Lotars dressed warmly while within its walls.
She noticed several now, their long flowing robes and hats and bowed heads on bent necks. Lotar’s that bore the seal of minor lords of the imperium, likely here on business for their masters who were among Goa’uld of the lowest of the accepted subspecies who were not allowed to command servants who were bonded. Others were proxies of more prestigious nobles, minor and mid-level clans descended from an illegitimate child of a peer. An envoy of Zipachna, the Chamberlain of Set’s domain. Isis canted her head slightly in that one’s direction as Set would likely be an ally should the worst occur; she could extend an appropriate amount of courtesy to that one.
Yu’s Kingdom was a place where a Jaffa or a minor Goa’uld of lesser breeds might rise high, as the Golden sovereign was slightly more concerned with merit than he was blood purity. Still, Isis was relieved to see there weren’t any mongrels like Amunet prancing about, an offense to all decency and sense. Eventually columns and wood paneling gave way to a great jadestone “road” leading towards a series of immense golden arches, each containing engravings that depicted Ra, Yu, Hathor, Anubis and Apophis rising against the accursed Ori, the children of the rebellion, the legendary orphans who became Gods and established the Imperium of the Second Dynasty. -Uncle Yu was there when grandfather was killed, he was there when..Adria..-
The story, which was depicted on a set of remarkably painted frescoes and murals on Dakkara depicted an Ori by the name of Adria, allegedly the name meant “sunset” or something in an ancient dialect for she was the last Ori born, the youngest and the only known being in half a billion years to reach that state where energy and thought merge. She had been young, barely in her twenties when it happened but the power, she wielded was a terror. She could have cured her race of the plague ravaging them, perhaps even resurrected it in its entirety. Instead, she struck out, unleashing a psychic wave that decimated the rebel fleet over the primeval homeworld of the Goa’uld races. The images on Dakkara depicted her as a massive radiant wind tunnel of pure crimson fire with heartless black eyes, but Isis suspected she was just a traumatized youngster who threw her entire being away on a gamble to protect the last of her race. Either way, a Primordial God stood before the whole of the cosmos and had every intention of humbling her forefathers and forcing them into subjugation.
It was in that moment that the Lords of the Children of Light showed the mistress of the immaterial just how powerful a slave’s will to be free truly was.
United, Ouranos, Tartarus and their wives, Nu and Neith struck this incorporeal monster with everything they had. A God of the ethereal facing down masters of the material realm in an assault that produced shockwaves that killed half a billion Unas, broke the minds of millions of primitive Goa’uld. Queens in their ancient swamps burst into flames, consumed in the fury of an indignant and immature progenitor. The battle was relentless, Tartarus was incinerated by a stray thought from Adria who then was forced to endure the psychic self-immolation of Neith who in madness and grief turned her very being into a bomb that ripped at the threads of the ascended being. Nu and Ouranos remained, Nu who was heavy with child struggled to shelter the next generation of the house of Ouranos (Her biological father amongst them.) but the pair held firm.
Until some primitive Goa’uld chieftain who had allied with the Peers stabbed Ouranos through the heart with a lance, the sudden wound to his host was enough to distract him and Adria was able to shift from holding them off to assaulting him entirely. Isis’s grandfather was atomized shortly thereafter, and it looked like the rebellion was doomed.
Then a light from the heavens struck Adria, a telepathic bolt fired by Anubis into the tear his mother had made caused her to reel in agony soon after, mother unleashed an attack of her own and Hathor’s fury at the loss of her parents was such she briefly split Adria nearly in half. Her essence disorganized, Ra, Yu and one other stood.
The sons of Ouranos, would not be denied their vengeance.
Adria was torn apart psychically, slowly. Even her soul was shredded and discorporate, cast into the planes between realities as Ra burned like a beacon of wrath.
The battle was over, but it had evidently been broadcast throughout the known universe, every civilization that had flourished into the great races and fallen into decay as their shepherds declined had seen it, felt it. Even those who had descended into utter anarchy and barbarism. After that, many of their future subjects took them as Gods and it was far easier to govern and heal a cosmic wasteland when a good percentage of the surviving population believed you were divine. At least that was the excuse her father always used, that happenstance provided the pretext and through it, a rite of conquest became a spiritual mandate. Rebellion became crusade and soon races ignorant of the “war in the heavens” were indoctrinated into the Imperial religion.
Though when Ra recounted the story, the glint in his eye suggested father hadn’t been fortuitous but deliberate. -Uncle Yu and mother are the last of those who participated in the battle left- The others, were all gone.
Of the two of them, Yu had always been Isis’s favorite. Hathor had always been relentless on her girls and the fact that she favored Egeria over her always bothered Isis. Granted, she was a dutiful daughter and always did her best and when her best wasn’t good enough? Well, by that time she was a mother herself, married and with domains of her own to rule and there was no point in pettiness. -Still, it would be nice-, maybe that was why she hated the Peacekeepers so much? Such thoughts were pointless. The Court of Yu the Golden loomed ahead of her and when the members of said court parted ways, some (the lower ranked) bowing to one knee, others bowing in the distinctive style of the realm (A partial bow with hands steepled in prayer). Others, her cousins, the myriad children of Yu smiled, sneered, or would wave.
-Mei’lyn has a new host, I wonder what happened to the old one? - Isis realized, absent mindedly looking at the tall, slightly blue skinned Peer whose new host was a mix between Lotar and who knew what else. Mei had always been smitten with Horus, she knew the two were lovers and that several of Horus’s minor lords and planetary Governors were the product of their affair. Sensing her thoughts, her cousin mouthed -Lucian pirates-
Ah, mentally she promised to speak to her fleet Captains about that.
Even if it was just a host, an attack on a member of the house of Yu was an attack on the House of Ra. -Besides, Mei was unnaturally close to her host-, she suspected there was even a degree of personality merging, though Horus remained totally oblivious of this fact. Otherwise, she suspected their relationship would have ended abruptly. Her jingoistic elder sibling being consumed with protocol and decorum.
A tall spindly Goa’uld in a host with an impressive long and white beard stood at the base of a ascending steps that lead to a massive throne carved gold (likely one gigantic “block” taken from the same vein), twisted and woven into the form of a great maned feline with fangs that were taller than the average backwater dwelling Lotar, eyes of a gem of Yu’s own making that shifted colors depending on the angle one looked at it and in its immense open maw sat a bald man with features that Tau’Ri might call Mongolian, or Manchurian or Russian (In truth Yu’s host likely belonged to a breed that was the father of all three races.), he was immense, fat but not in an unhealthy sense, a great thick black goatee that turned into long chin and nose whiskers fell from a proud chin and the same black hair was done in a long braid that trailed down his shoulder to rest on his immense stomach. Adorned in the furs of large lions that hunted the great tusked, long nosed beasts that saturated the planets in his realms and the finest silks, gnarled large hands contrasted keen eyes on a somewhat bear like face.
The man, who tried to look a warrior (And indeed was a great one when need called for it.) But would always appear as a scribe, or technologist.
“Princess Isis, daughter of Set, daughter of Ra, Daughter of Hathor, Wife of Osiris, mother of Mithras, Dionysus, Nepit, Maat and Hesat. Goddess of Agriculture and civil administration. Great Lord of the Systems!”
-Funny how my little bastards with Zeus are System Lords in all but name but the children I’ve had with Osiris are all drunken lay abouts who are incongruous with the others- she loved all her children equally, but sometimes she wished she’d beaten her legitimate offspring more. Isis was great at having children, terrible at raising them. Just so with her divine roles, genuinely a great cultivator of land but a terrible governess. -My subjects and my children still love me though...-
“Mistress of the outer imperial core and Princess of the Gods. You stand in the presence of the Heavenly Sovereign, the Golden King, Yu Han’shi, Yu the great, Yu the builder, Yu of the house of Ouranos, Yu of the founding pillars, of the battle of Cimmeria. Yu! Lion of the Night! Yu the master of this Galaxy!”
“And all the nebula and dust that orbit it.” A deep, slow, deliberate chorus of voices assaulted her ears, a tight baritone of roar that belonged to her eternally exasperated, wise uncle. White fire glowed in the hosts eyes and illuminated the semi dark of the great Throne (Which itself was inspired by the Drakar Throne of Ra, which was fashioned from a ruby like stone block some three hundred feet long.) Those immense, scribe’s hands clenched the great teeth behind the sabered fangs, and he leaned forward, a shadow casting across the hall. “Silence you withered old bird, my niece knows who I am, and she made herself known to me when she picked a fight with those mercenaries out there!” His chiding belied mild amusement, yet Isis still felt a twinge of regret. -He taught me how to make worlds- She felt scolded and not so, as if he understood why and she let out a breath and stepped forward.
“In all respect Great King, they were asking for it.”
That caused Yu to let out something that might have been a laugh and he rose from his throne and at once Jaffa had snapped to attention at either side, sharp eyed and adorned in the golden armor of his palace guards. -Oshu isn’t present- Isis realized, The First Prime of King Yu had become one of the few Jaffa in history to earn a place of honor within a court outside the capacity of a master of some form of military arts. Like Teal’c and his wife, he was young, ambitious, and beloved by the militaries of much of the known universe. Yet, he was more akin to Bra’tac, wise in all things, but deadly in war. Isis often wondered, why Oshu was passed over for Teal’c not that either man was inferior to the other. Why was he not present for this? He was almost never far from his master when any System Lord came calling.
“Hmm; of course, they were.” Yu walked down the great jade steps and embraced his niece to the tone of the crier dismissing all in the hall. Now was the time for family, not for interlopers. Dismissing even their guards the two proceeded to walk towards back exit, towards a garden with some of the most state of the art anti surveillance technology in the empire. After all, did not his niece come here specifically to ask for his help in supporting the next Emperor?
“I must admit, I’ve missed your mist covered forests, your vast oceans with their immense whales and those tusked monstrosities that trumpet like thunder.” Isis sighed wistfully, she’d been a youth by the standards of the peers, only about three hundred when Ra ordered Tau’Ri to be abandoned after the antics of her sister and that old bastard Prometheus. But she had a clear image of the old world, she missed the home of her childhood. That its children, her spiritual cousins stormed through the gate and murdered her father hadn’t dampened her desire to see home again. -Why would they do that? When we ignored them for so long? - Her elder brother and husband thought only of revenge, but Isis shared Ba’al and Hathor’s view that there was more to the event Apophis had declared an act of Tau’Ri vengeance. Vengeance? Perhaps, Lotar even so far removed from the primeval cultural forces of their ancestral planet had a capacity for revenge that rivaled her own species, but she wasn’t sure. The thought of the Tau’Ri made her remember the howling creatures that the fathers of the Lotar domesticated.
“Remember the amicable four-legged beasts? The pack hunters who had forged an alliance with the Tau’Ri” she asked, looping her arm through her uncles.
Yu laughed. “I could never convince your father to let me take some off-world, I kept telling him they were a mighty species, worthy of being made into an animal type of Jaffa. One that could fight beside our warriors like brothers and guard our children alongside our Jaffa. But Ra would hear none of it. Foolish, Zeus and his children would pay a planet’s worth of precious gems for even a single genetically diverse pack. He’s ever sought companions outside of our kind..” not to mention they had a great sense of smell, the Golden King hadn’t forgotten that. -With the increased bombings by the Children of Egeria, it might help to have an organic sensor suite to lean on-Yu shook his head never really trusting machinery for security, his whiskers blowing in the wind as the mountain air and the scent of a dozen flowering plants filled the air. Isis broke from Yu and walked towards a particularly beautiful rose that was almost translucent and yet held a vibrant crimson. She cupped it in her palm “I recognize this from a banquet at Babylos. Tell me, are you and Ba’al engaging in one of your fits of mad science again?” she asked with a wry grin that concealed the second question she’d asked.
Yu nodded “A century ago, regrettably neither of us have the time we would like, for he submitted an idea for a breed of soil restoring plant I found most, compelling.” He turned to Isis now and narrowed his eyes. “Let us set aside our reunion for the time being, you know how I despise pleasantry as a pretext.”
Isis laughed loudly ending down to scent the flower, feeling her cheeks warm -And it can produce intoxication! Remarkable!!- She turned back to Yu and gave him an apologetic nod. “I did miss you is all, but yes, I would have you come to the memorial feast and..we would have you and yours participate in the vote.”
Yu raised an eyebrow; they were truly going with Ra’s asinine idea to allow his successorship to be decided in part by a vote?! Governments could be elected, but those who ruled, the spiritual and literal heads of state must always be born to it. That was something even the maniac progressive Prometheus agreed with. “I would have thought the decision a foregone conclusion even without my help. Tell me? Who else will stand beside Horus?”
Much as you hate our politics, much as you isolate yourselves, dear uncle, you know the answer and merely search for conclusions. Isis reached up to tap her chin, earning a nod of approval in Yu for her choice in gloves. She didn’t know why his approval of her fashion meant so much, perhaps lingering silliness from the memories of her host or her own love of family. “Zeus will likely end up with his name put forward by one of his sons or daughters. He will likely decline; his votes will go to either Osiris or Horus. Izanami will put himself forward as a candidate.”
Yu shook his head. The descendants of Ame-No-Manakushi had no place on the throne. They were far too close to Prometheus and Yu had always suspected Amaterasu’s involvement in the rebellion. “Impermissible.”
“Agreed, besides, he hates us for what Ra allowed to happen to his sister. Haqet and Appollo will likely forward their names, and none shall support them. But that brings us to our next candidate...”
“Apophis.” Yu hissed; she could almost see the flowers wilt at her uncles change in tone. There was no love between either God, with Apophis viewing Yu as a irrelevant eccentric who got whatever he wanted by bleating to his brother and Yu viewing Apophis as a resentful madman forever trapped in the shadow of his elder brother Anubis. “The wrong warrior was murdered by…”
Isis waved him off, she didn’t want to hear that name even after tens of thousands of years, the memory of the dark one froze her blood. “It is done, Apophis and Horus are who this will likely come down too…And I believe Apophis may have sufficient support.”
Yu growled slightly, the air growing damp as his psionic energies flared. “To think, Amaterasu and your mother will be on the same page for once since the unfortunate business with her cuckolding Apophis.”
Isis couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. To threaten civil war because her older sister stepped out on him. Egeria was a fool but no one alive could blame her for wanting nothing to do with that blood drunken maniac. Apophis choice in females always a perversity and she knew her sister well enough to know that Egeria wasn’t going to share her bed with mindless primitives, nor bare offspring for that deviant. What a fool, Anubis had offered to depose his brother and take his holdings, yet Ra stayed his hand. -How many more mistakes did father make? -
“Apophis and Horus will both likely use the Tau’Ri’s actions as a rallying cry, one to call for vengeance and the other to point out how ineffectual our leadership of the Empire has been.”
“Hah!” Yu walked ahead, beckoning Isis. “The Tau’Ri, ripping through the stars with vengeance on their lips is the most preposterous notion to come out of your fool brother’s mouth.”
She smiled sweetly. “I knew I was correct in thinking that made no sense!”
“You are the smart one dearest. Vengeance, phah! It’s doubtful the Tau’Ri even remember we existed until they ran right into Sek’Het’s over eager posterior!”
Now that surprised Isis and sensing that surprise he laughed softly. “Little girl, I have walked this universe for as long as your father did, a hundred and five thousand years. In all that time I have witnessed much, with the exception of the four great races, most civilizations barely last a few centuries, for star faring races the average was five thousand years before we came along. It was only when the Empire was established after the battle of Dakkara that things began to change. Cut off from the Gate Network and ourselves? And very clearly have not found any of the equipment we abandoned in that massive continent to the south of where Ra landed. The one with the jungles and the diseases and the Lotar with the dark skin? The name escapes me, in any case. It is not without precedent.”
“Yes, I grant you uncle, but even the Kobolans worshipped Egeria and Prometheus, traces of us remained. In the other cases I know of, enough that reintegration to the Empire is peaceful.”
Yu nodded. “Yes, but Ra was..adamant about all traces of our presence there being removed. It was only by error of Anubis that the one installation remained hidden..we never looked back. It was almost as if..your father feared them..or what they could become.”
While hard to digest, it didn’t surprise her. Copper eyes suddenly glowed bright and white and she clenched her fists. “They were….are..in some ways a kindred spirit aren’t they?”
Yu nodded slowly. “We are their Gods, yet they are closer to brothers than inferiors, our union with their race I believe benefitted us both and yet…”
“Could be the doom of both our species if we aren’t careful.” Isis gave a nod and took a calming breath. “Was father right to fear them?”
“In over forty thousand years of rule over their descendants, how many rebellions have we faced? And don’t mention the Kelowna, they don’t rebel they merely indulge in overzealous displays of emotion.” Yu warned a playful glint in his eyes that caused her to nod and suppress a laugh. “With the exception of the Tau’Ri and Lantesh..few.”
“They are loyal because we don’t treat them like cattle, they may be subjects of the empire rather than citizens but they’ve rights, enjoy our peace and possess a level of prosperity few outside our realms enjoy. A hard conquest, but a fair and just rule as Anubis would say, Ra looked at the face of every Tau’Ri and said he saw only Ori and so he was cruel to them as he became cruel to his own kind in the end. His madness and yes, he was mad. Your father lost himself after the rebellion, not because of Egeria but because when he looked in the eyes of those she died for, he saw himself looking back.”
Isis was struck into silence by this, horrified almost. -perhaps they’re right and the Tau’Ri should be destroyed? - No, she thought. Such an action would only bring about a repeat of history… “I must calm my brother’s rage then. And..And Apophis.”
“Cannot be allowed to rule because he wouldn’t just make war upon the Tau’Ri but all of creation.”
A thought entered her mind that likely should have never existed in that moment.
“Perhaps, we can use the Tau’Ri to solve one of our problems.”
“My dearest, what makes you think someone isn’t doing that already?”
Civil war never felt closer and once again Isis began to empathize with the stupid Sebaceans and she hated herself even more for it.
…………..
The white House-July 18th.
When Admiral George S Hammond stepped out of the car, he found Abe Ellis and Captain Maybourne outside talking to a few secret service personnel. Seeing Ellis out of uniform (Or even the clothing he had tailored to look like the Stellar navy variant of the space force uniform). Would always be odd to Hammond who came up under the wing of the old sea eagle when they were younger men. -A lifetime ago, before I knew about what was out there-. The two old friends shook hands and by the smile on Ellis’ face it looked like their debriefing paid dividends in excess. “I take it New York bought it?”
“Oh, he’s enthusiastic old friend, he’s already asking Kim to set up a Caribbean bank for all the Gold Kasuf thinks he and the other city masters can extract from the mines, his eyes lit up when he realized we could virtually self-fund.” The trio rounded a corner as Hammond nodded at that little bit, evidently the snakes didn’t quite prize gold and silver the way they did, or else could extract enough of it from other sources that they liked to keep their more primitive planets like some kind of ghoulish nature preserve, then again given the size of their empire they didn’t need to mine every single world and Skara had shown them a mine with what one of the army corps of engineer volunteers said was the largest vein he’d ever heard of existing. “He realizes we could employ a lot of out of work machinists, welders and other trade people simply refining all the precious metals we can bring back alone. That being said, his enthusiasm has complicated things a bit.”
Hammond raised an eyebrow at the comment and Maybourne cut in. “Sir, he wants us to scout for potential planet’s outside of Imperial space that could be identified for colonization in phase four.”
Is he serious? Hammond thought, the security for that alone..No, well, he supposed if they were out of work tradesmen, people from the rust belt who lost everything due to the recession and the changing times, families. Maybe, maybe some might just be desperate enough. “They’d have to be made to understand it’s a one way trip, they could never go back and that things like medical supplies and the like they’d be dependent on being supplied through the gate for at least five years. If the president insists, we could probably move say four thousand people through the gate but I would insist on families, especially with young people. If he’s going to do this, he needs to establish something profitable and sustainable. None of those thirty-year-old professionals who just want to wait until the right time to have a single kid. They’d be in the wilderness, we’d need farmers, tradesmen, people willing to have large families…because they’ll be burying kids even with a consistent supply.”
Maybourne chuckled dryly “I’m a descendant of Christopher Newport y’know?”
Hammond suppressed a twitch of annoyance at the implication. “Since when did the Space Force become an outfit of privateers?”
“Since we realized our enemy runs most of this Galaxy George. Face it, we could be smashed by a fleet, invaded or cut off, we need to get some of us out there and fast, we need to start turning over tech and resources soon. That’s what Constellation was always about.”
“Fair enough old friend.” Approaching the Oval office, Hammond felt something akin to a chill. The weight of history once again pressing upon his chest. Doors opened and Hammond knew the world would change forever soon after they closed.
To his credit, the president was as energized as ever and seemed excited at the prospect of fighting the whole damn universe. Then again, the potential windfall and how it would impact the average America. There were plates of fried chicken, and a bunch of sides and Hammond resisted the urge to shake his head, it was going to be hard to resist temptation to eat garbage something Doctor Fraser would tear his head off over. -High blood pressure, please, that’s a healthy Texan read!-
“George! Welcome back!” The President reached out and Hammond shook his hand, it was easy to forget how dangerously slick the guy was when he adopted his salesmen face. He was so easy to dismiss until you got a look in his eyes and realized he might not talk like it, but he was almost always the smartest bastard in the room. “Hungry?”
“Starving mister President”
Yeah, Fraser was going to kill him.
He liked to talk while eating this President, it reminded him of President’s Reagan and Clinton who were fond of making briefings social calls. Hammond had a perfect excuse to indulge in junk food while also working with the President who asked him assessment on various points in the debrief. How reliable he thought Teal’c’s assessment of their FTL issues in much of the Galaxy due to this weird weapon deployed against them or against some other ancient enemy. Teal’c seemed to think it unlikely for anyone to invest the energy and manpower in invading Earth because they would likely have to go outside of imperial space, then outside neutral space, avoid the protected planet’s zone then strike the earth, as coming at the planet directly would either result in fried hyperdrives or a two-year voyage as opposed to a two day voyage. Teal’c even seemed to think they’d have to occupy a planet to use as staging ground. Hammond didn’t think the Snakes would do that yet, they had their own internal problems.
Then again, he remembered Apophis and those crazy eyes.
“Mister President, I think his advice is based off a military tradition older than civilization as we know it. I believe he’d be right under normal circumstances.”
“Yeah, but times aren’t normal, their space Emperor is dead and they could be pissed off at us enough to go through all that bullshit just to step on us. Alright, I’m going to have the budget for Constellation increased by about twelve billion. We can mask that through a bunch of the damn relief bills they want me to pass, that should hold you over until you start bringing home the goods.” That still surprised the President, that they estimated they could bring back a trillion dollars in precious metals and gems over the next two years. He planned to hot shot most of that into the economy but Hammond and Ellis would get whatever they needed. Need to be careful there too, bring enough treasure back and it’ll devalue everything. Don’t want to end up like those Ming bastards.
He rose and walked to the windows behind the resolute desk, looking out across the green. “Everyone thought my campaign was a publicity stunt, as if anyone with a brain would want to jump into this fucking sewer. Politicians are the most disgusting fucking people on the planet…Y’know I’m the only guy in D.C right now who doesn’t even drink? Pretty sure Henry here is the only guy in DC ‘sides me who isn’t face first into a mountain of blow in the morning with these fucking people.”
Despite himself Hammond laughed as the Vice President mouthed ‘not since Medellin 86’ any way’.
“They want me to take this out of the hands of the Space Force and the NID as if I’d trust Bobbie fucking Kensey to touch any of this without selling off the planet.” He shook his head. “We’re in trouble, these guys are seriously hardcore, they’re everything the US used to be on earth before twenty years of bullshit weakened us. They’re us but on a scale, I can’t even imagine…We can go out there all day long, peaceful exploration, make bank bringing home goodies, revolutionize medicine with all the pharmacological stuff out there, or bury our heads in the sand and ignore it all and withdraw but it won’t make a damn difference if those body thieving cocksuckers park in orbit and start shooting.” The President finally ended his rant long enough to take a breath then he turned. “George, tell me, you still want the losers, psychos and conspiracy nuts as the big brains of Stargate Command? Fraser, is a great doctor but I could replace her and others.”
Hammond shook his head emphatically. A sense of excitement filling his head, Ellis whose jaw was still on the floor with the budget increase, hastened to add that he thought it was best if they kept as many “outside the box” thinkers on the roster as possible.
“Maybe hire more Mister President” Maybourne added, much to Hammond’s surprise. Maybourne gave him an indifferent shrug, they needed all the help they could get, now wasn’t the time for elitism or partisanship.
“That must have hurt to say.” The President said with a grin before turning his attention to Ellis and Hammond, eyes narrowing. “The enemy is out there gentlemen and while I’m a noninterventionist by nature this isn’t something we can ignore. The enemy is out there and a solution to our problem is likewise out there. If we can make peace and do business, great but I won’t have it said that I presided over the destruction of our planet and the end of the United States. To that end, I want us to walk tall, speak softly, smile and carry a big fucking stick.”
Hammond’s jaw set, this was it. The moment everyone in this room was waiting for since the remnants of the Stargate Reconnaissance Team Zero took those first steps back on earth half a decade ago. “Sir…”
“Ellis, Project Constellation has whatever it needs to get into full production, I want that big bitch off ground and into the skies by Christmas. I want four additional prototypes laid down by this time next year and Admiral Hammond..I want you to create twenty specialized teams. Teams of four, two military guys, two specialists. Their job will be to explore these worlds, establish peaceful contact and if possible trade, scout out potential colonies and if necessary wage a covert war against an overwhelmingly superior enemy. I want them supported by best scientists and smooth talkers out there, I want permission from Kasuf to lease the pyramid complex to establish a permanent military base on Abydos. Your idea of screening all the organic matter and tech there will form the foundations for what I hope one day becomes our embassy to the System Lords and a commercial outpost. I want these teams supported by an elite brigade made up of two thousand of the baddest motherfuckers this military has ever created. I want them brought up from the ground up, no nepotism, no army political shit. No clerk generals and minimal transfers, bring them up from raw recruits as many as you can. Reactivate whoever you think you need to train these boys, I want half of them on Abydos and the other half in ‘Rado ready to head to the mountain to back your boys up at a moments notice. I want you, Admiral George Hammond to give me the force of the future, I want you to lay down the foundations for a power capable of fighting these snake bastards harder than they’ve ever been fought before. I don’t just want us to survive, I wanna humble these pricks and bring them to the damn table if it comes to that.” The President paused for a breath and eyed the former SEAL with the harshest gaze Hammond had ever seen the former real estate baron give anyone.
“These Snake bastards think they’re Gods, I want you to raise a legion of God slayers, think you can do that George?”
There was no response from George Hammond, none was really needed.
The slow, crescent moon like, damn near demonic smile that spread across his face, nearly bisecting bald head at the jawline said it all.
A handshake sealed a deal
And the tides of history rushed forward once again.
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Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
And thus begins the long process of making Earth be if not a super power in Stargate like otl at the very least a great power. The path will not be easy or inexpensive but it will be worth it
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Though there be dragons at maps end, we come with cannons primed.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
The SGC might be orginally a American organization but I do believe the following is a good song about them
Oh fuck yeah that was glorious! Though the President wouldn't micromanage on team sizes like that. Still great all around. This story remains my all time favorite.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
You know the Goa'uld will probably be staggered by the average per person economic productivity of Earth. I mean for heavens sake just one nation is going to be building no less than five decently capable Starships with just a relatively small percentage of its peacetime miltiary budget and doing so in near absolute secrecy. Now just imagine what happens if the planet unites and goes to a wartime footing. Once the Goa'uld get more information about Earth you can imagine that this idea will be on the smarter ones minds. And they'll also be thinking about how much more that productivity will go up as the Tau'ri aquire more advanced technology and start founding colonies and mining asteroids and other celestial bodies
President was just going off the recommendations he got. Basically he was low key telling Hammond he got it all, whatever he wanted.
I don't think they'd be too shocked, after all the industry game is how they "beat" the elder races.
What will freak the Goa'uld out is how much Earth's progress will remind them all too much of their early years. And it will certainly affect how they approach the SGC going forward.
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
I said on a per person basis not on an absolute scale
Oh in that case yeah...Ba'al is gonna be rubbing his hands together but Haqet, Set and Zeus will absolutely be losing their shit.
Apophis will probably try and stealth send the Tau'Ri tech just "so they can fight me better!" because he's a blood thirsty retard who thinks its a great way to pass the time.
edit- Up next gun porn and an adventure with a lot less talking and a lot more headbreaking.
Also Jack gets a chance to troll some people.