Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Proceeds to alpha strike the House of Ra with the entire Forerunner navy
Stargate Through the Looking Glass and into Heaven.
- Thread starter The Immortal Watch Dog
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If anything, it shows how Earth is behind. And these were some great updates.
O'Neill fixing to put Carter and McKay in charge of making planet crackers the moment he finds out about that.
At least they have help there! And Thor’s present.
Though getting the fleet operational is going to be an episode all its own.
Serpent Song is going to be a 3-4 parter to top out the season
is this just a meme on this thread now? @Knowledgeispower answering whatever feat the goa'uld has with whatever they can think up?
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
Orginally it was just aimed at Apophis and company. Since then I have decided that it needs to be...expanded
It's funny!
I particularly enjoyed the Ra bit, always here for some mythic world building
"I do what I can to lead my people, I am all they have, I am a good King, I am all they've ever known and am a God because of it."
How easy it is to fall from high heights!
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ahh man..I had no idea this was a thing.
I knew Disney wanted to do a Starblazer's adaptation with The Yamato replaced by the arizona..but assuming this is canon it's cool!
Any way...Chapters coming.
And question to the audience.
Grant asylum to the pair of starcrossed glow in the dark snakes? Or should they be wished well and yeeted through the nearest gate?
I knew Disney wanted to do a Starblazer's adaptation with The Yamato replaced by the arizona..but assuming this is canon it's cool!
Any way...Chapters coming.
And question to the audience.
Grant asylum to the pair of starcrossed glow in the dark snakes? Or should they be wished well and yeeted through the nearest gate?
Knowledgeispower
Ah I love the smell of missile spam in the morning
are they good at tech? because if so all I can say is welcome to earth!
You'll have to read and find out!
If they can provide help then take them in. If not, help them find a place that's safexto lay low. No need to make more enemies.
Yeah, I'mma gonna agree with @Spartan303 and @Knowledgeispower on this. Be useful and get to stay.
Harlock
I should have expected that really
ahh man..I had no idea this was a thing.
I knew Disney wanted to do a Starblazer's adaptation with The Yamato replaced by the arizona..but assuming this is canon it's cool!
Yeah, the ship is canon but a tougher design than that particular image, more and bigger guns
If I recall the lore back when Earth was getting thrashed each of the great powers began building a super ship that would be used to evac the best and brightest from Earth designed to be strong enough to fight through enemy space and with the range to locate a new homeworld. That mission changed when friendly aliens offered help and the vessels were redesigned as long range battleships.
However due to Earth running out of resources the choice was made to focus all the remaining material on the ship closest to completion which happened to be Yamato. The other ships were put on hold.
After Earth wins and is terraformed the Navy focuses on new designs optimised for mass production which are great but take heavy losses in battle and don't have the same level of sheer survivability as Yamato. When Earth finds itself in need of heavy ships able to operate at long ranges and survive massive punishment these old over engineered prototypes are dusted off, updated, and put into action.
Beside Arizona you also had a Bismarck, Prince of Wales and a Russian design, plus Yamato, representing the major surviving powers of the era. Hopefully we see them in action as the series progresses
Beside Arizona you also had a Bismarck, Prince of Wales and a Russian design, plus Yamato, representing the major surviving powers of the era. Hopefully we see them in action as the series progresses
Oh you'll definitely get to see them in action in the series.
Earth is gonna end up playing a pivotal roll as "those outside guys we use to do jobs, good guys, solid guys even if they ain't Goa'uld" so to speak.
So there will definitely end up being SJSDF Yamato. Possibly Musashi as well.
A Bismarck and a British equivalent. Though I'm debating on the name for that one still.
Harlock
I should have expected that really
Very nice
Namewise I'd lean Vanguard, first of a new breed and a solid name. Warspite is always good as that ship just refused to die, Valiant strong too
Balseros in space! 2
We scene jump to the swamp, wherein Harry Maybourne courts the fallen hero from the Sentinel episode and then to the White House wherein the fate of the two snakes and the dangerous and somewhat schizophrenic game of intergalactic politics the United States is now weighing into.
Thanks to @Knowledgeispower and @The Whispering Monk for weighing in on the defectors and how to approach their status.
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Washington DC: September 29th.
“Wait..let me get this straight…A pair of Ashrams”
“Ashrak’s sir”
“Whatever” Maybourne muttered “A pair of Goa’uld spies are requesting asylum on earth to escape anti miscegenation laws? Am I understanding this correctly?”
“That’s what’s being reported in the Oval office as we speak.” The woman was a Space Force “Aerial and Spatial combat” division Captain, in her early thirties who had been easy enough to convince to play informant given that her husband’s death left her family in crippling debt. Of course, he kept the relationship open well after she’d paid it all off. Promotions, stock tips, commendations, a scholarship for her sons in one of the finest private schools Colorado. “Christ, the most I was hoping for was a status update on Hank's 302 boondoggle, but you’re serious?”
She nodded. “General Landry had me deliver the message personally to Admiral Hammond and Director Ellis since he still doesn’t trust the comm systems at the Abydos base. I imagine the Admiral is an hour out from arrival, seems like General Kennedy wants the snakes shot, he thinks it’s an obvious trap.’
General Kennedy would think that Harrold Maybourne mused derisively. “Funny how I wasn’t invited to this little meeting.”
“I get the impression Secretary Weir doesn’t like you sir.”
“And she has no authority over military matters.” He sighed, she was the damn secretary of State not Defense…Yet it was clear to anyone in the White House, Hayes and Trump were grooming her for some higher purpose, either to take over off world activities in a new cabinet position or eventually follow them into the Whitehouse itself. Either way, behind the scenes the activist turned political boss had too much sway over military matters for his liking. “Do you know anything else?”
“Some aspects of their story don’t make sense. Like one is a Peer and that makes interrogating her dangerous, but she’s been too cooperative.”
“You think Kennedy’s right?”
She shook her head. “No Sir, I think she’s hoping to give us everything we want in the hopes that we don’t probe her story too hard. I think she really does want out, from the way Colonel Kowalski describes them, they seem to feel betrayed and trapped by their society’s social norms. But it’s a case of “look at all the shiny stuff, just ignore daddy’s test results that you found in the trash.”
Riiigghhhtt. “Well, then get back there and see if you can find out more. I’ll make sure an extra gift package is sent your way. And…Kershaw, watch your ass.”
She nodded, slipping away, leaving Maybourne to enjoy what was left of his morning, and a breakfast that was disappointingly cold now.
Damn…A potential intelligence gold mine and none of his people were in a position to make use of it. Damn.
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White House – September the 30th
“So, what do we know about the young lovers who Colonel Kowalski decided were worth risking an intergalactic incident over?” The President asked, though his tone of voice suggested he was less enraged and more fixated at the myriad possibilities that now lay before him in terms of the potential windfall for intelligence.
Or so NID Director Robert Statterfield assumed, in truth it was difficult for him to anticipate the President. He wasn’t really sure if there was anyone who could accurately predict what the man might do when he was this energized. -If he’s thinking along those lines, he isn’t wrong, if they’re not feeding us a pack of lies-.
“Is it really that bad?” it was Richard Woolsey who spoke up, he was seated on the couch opposite the Statterfields. Looking somewhat like a racehorse wanting to jump out the gate ever since he found out that there was a chance he’d been the one picked to participate in this odd asylum hearing on a bronze age tech level planet. Woolsey was another odd one, a bureaucrat and former corporate lawyer who came from old money, made himself even wealthier during the dotcom boom litigating on behalf of corporate raiders and then becoming a consultant for some of the endeavors done by proxy companies run or partially funded by the NID in regard to project constellation.
He'd even been at opposite ends of the table from Weir.
Robert Statterfield had followed his father’s advice for years and written the older man off as a greedy, snake like, self-interested bore. Yet he had consistently surprised everyone as he dove into almost every diplomatic mission or treaty negotiation, or any dispute among primitive planets that they had been asked to settle. Which resulted in Woolsey being as well known as the legendary SG-1 out in the stars. Something that he still had trouble believing even if reports had consistently backed that up.
O’Neill Tau’Ri’s First Prime, Teal’c War Master, Carter the demon technologist, Woolsey of the silver tongue.
The universe was weird.
Why did the universe have to be so weird?
“Even if it turns out that they have nothing to offer, they asked us for asylum, apparently this cosmic law works is that a hearing has to be held to determine the merits of it.” Woolsey began with a shrug. “It’s insanely arrogant of the Goa’uld to think we are under any obligation to honor their law, but it seems like “Imperial law exists wherever civilization does” in that even nations outside their spheres of influence pay some kind of lip service to it at least. My guess is that they expect it from us.”
“Which is why we should tell them to go to hell on principle” General Kennedy muttered in annoyance. “And shoot the two snakes too, let them know this spy crap won’t work.”
Kim spoke up at last, his wife had been silent and seemingly in deep thought though he couldn’t figure out what. “Ignoring for the moment, the intelligence goldmine even a junior analyst from their network would prove. Ignoring the insult to us, this does present us with an opportunity to show off to the Galaxies just how impartial and down the middle we are…After all. We killed Amun Ra. Stormed Chulak, humiliated Apophis and then won the respect of Horus and their courts and some ancient fairy god creatures along the way. Not to mention the Asgardian King himself seems to have a soft post for our people..” The fact that all the abduction stories about alien grays seemed to have some basis in fact aside. -We're going to need to address that one day- she thought.
General Kennedy cut her off with a harsh laugh. “Ma’am, you sound like some idiot from a tacky HBO show, the real world doesn’t work on medieval times logic, none of that crap gets you currency in the world of politics”
“It does out there.” She replied with a pleasant smile on her face. There were times when Kim looked every bit her forty-seven years, other times when she looked the way she did when they married twenty-three years ago. She enjoyed bullying the faction allied with Kensey and it seemed to take years off her. “Apparently, the universe is a schizoidal place General Sir…Where people do take the classical feats of glory and deeds of honor seriously and the endorsement of Gods seems to carry weight.” Admittedly it was weird. She had no idea how a civilization as advanced as theirs functioned when half of it came right out of an episode of Hercules the Legendary Journeys. That wasn’t supposed to be how modern societies worked, advanced ones were always supposed to be high and mighty and evolved and yet she saw schemes within the Imperium that reminded her of shit from the Julio-Claudian dynasty, or feudal Japan. “What I mean is, lets play this out. We’ll give them a shot if it turns out they’ve a negative asset value, we’ll dump them on some planet outside the Stargate network and still keep the political good will it’ll buy us.”
“Assuming the Imperium doesn’t just declare war on us. Remember their rules about tech sharing?” Robert asked his wife, allowing an anvil to drop in the room. “We need them, if they have something of value but that item of value could also translate into us losing any good will we have out there because we committed the sin of tech thievery.” Which was ridiculous, it baffled him how a society that was so negligent due to abundance they forgot planets like Abydos existed yet managed to ruthlessly enforce laws that kept other species from obtaining parity with them.
The Goa’uld made no damn sense, which made them too damn dangerous to take lightly.
“That prohibition is against the Asgardians and Goa’uld trafficking weaponry and shield tech that could give an emerging society by their standards, parity with either power. From what I remember reading of the Teal’c debrief and Colonel O’Neill’s report on meeting Thor.” The President interrupted this pessimism and offered a shrug. “There seems to be a lot not covered by that ban that we could milk them for, assuming they aren’t just bean counters or boring ass analysists or something.”
An aid opened the door to the Oval Office then and Hammond entered followed by Abraham Ellis who looked like he had been called away from an event with one of his grandkids or something. “Apologies gentlemen, mister President, Mister Vice President. We had some last minute intel to review at Cheyenne before arriving.”
“Why were you at Cheyenne Abe?” Trump asked and Rob Statterfield forced a nervous smile from his face at the annoyance in the President’s tone, as if he felt Ellis was wasting time there when he could be building fleets of ships.
“Well, the first shipment of refined Trinium from Rax-Tollana came in I wanted make sure what were getting was up to snuff.” Came his patient answer, which got a triumphant smile from the President. “Excellent, excellent, sorry Abe, y’know how tense things get around here this time of year. How is it?”
“Gorgeous sir, I’ve got enough sheets to reinforce the Arizona’s armor in key sections and replace armor in others with enough left over to do some minor repairs to the constellation itself. If we get another shipment like that, I might be able to do something with the skeleton of the big E”
“The Gerald Ford class?” the President asked.
Ellis smiled enigmatically but allowed Hammond to cut the conversation off there. “With respect sir, what I have to say might impact how we handle this asylum issue going forward.” -Did anyone touch on the fact that if in accepting their plea? We open ourselves to becoming an alien sanctuary?- Hammond thought, upon surveying the room he realized only the Vice President had entertained that notion and he repressed a sigh.
“The male is an ordinary Goa’uld, though he’s got some DNA in common with the larval stage Goa’uld inside Teal’c which means he might have some ancestry connected to Apophis. He’s for all intents and purposes exactly what he appears, he also says he’s a currency analyst. Apparently Heqet is up to no good, or so he thinks. So he was ordered to her territory to audit her books, that’s the story Colonel Kowalski got out of him and I believe it sir.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, her version of a police chief was personally after him, I ran enough missions in third world hell holes with and against tinpots and cartel bosses to recognize a dirty cop story when I see one. That bit is believable, but it’s almost too believable. He’s got another mission sir, most of these field agents seem to no matter the planet.” He paused, allowing the room to digest the information, it meant the SGC suspected that he was still providing falsehoods, but that they believed those lies to be echoes of the truth and that made him for all intents and purposes harmless and his intel useful in an academic sense.
“The other one, she’s told the truth in a way that made my men suspect she’s hiding something else by dangling too much honesty in front us. She’s the daughter of Yahata.” The President cut Hammond off then asking if that was the terrorist who helped start a snake civil war that the Admiral shot in the face and when he answered in the affirmative Robert Statterfield repressed the urge to agree with Kennedy.
“Both of them established themselves as Ashraks working for the Imperial bureaucracy and have been working inside Heqet’s territory with her full knowledge, sort of how our FBI works. For twenty and seventy years respectively, with Inari, the female Goa’uld arriving seventy years ago as part of what she claims was a demotion back to field agent after her father’s misdeeds made her persona non grata. She claims, before she was demoted, she was one of the regional directresses for anti-pirate activities. If she’s being remotely honest, that means she knows more about the fleet we’ll be facing next year than even Teal’c.”
“Have you confirmed any of this with Teal’c?” The President asked.
Hammond nodded. “he says he knew of an Inari, that her name came up frequently in intel briefs regarding the Lucian Cartels, that were given to the Fleet Captains. But that he only ever read one of her reports, which was on an attempt by the Peacekeepers to try and steal several of the latest generation of armored vehicles form one of their frontier worlds. He said her information was generally reliable. But that we should be careful with her because he thinks it’s unlikely someone like that would be in Heqet’s realm doing routine anti organized crime stuff even if she was demoted. In fact, he seemed to think the two of them were up to something that Heqet didn’t know about and when she found out, she had one of her descendants hunt them down personally.”
“So, they’re a liability then?” The President asked.
Hammond shook his head. “I would prefer it if Deputy Director Statterfield interviewed them herself, she’s handled more defectors than anyone in this room. I get the impression they’re being honest with us and what Teal’c has told me about the Goa’uld’s apartheid system for their own species it’s bad enough that it reminds me of South Africa in the seventies. I could see why they’d want out and why they’d risk coming to us rather than face imprisonment or worse for the crime of marrying someone from a different subspecies…however as with the Tollan sir, honesty can be a form of misdirection all its own.”
President Trump leaned back in his seat, thinking in silence as Hayes and Kim discussed Constellation’s progress and if the technology sent by Thor (Mother of all security breaches there!) and Doctor McKay were of any help. Which resulted in Ellis singing Rodney’s praises and cheering on the wonderful “factory within a trash can” as he called the device.
At last, The President spoke again. “Alright, Kim you go over there, talk to the love birds then if you think they aren’t bullshitting us, we’ll let ‘em in.”
Thanks to @Knowledgeispower and @The Whispering Monk for weighing in on the defectors and how to approach their status.
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Washington DC: September 29th.
“Wait..let me get this straight…A pair of Ashrams”
“Ashrak’s sir”
“Whatever” Maybourne muttered “A pair of Goa’uld spies are requesting asylum on earth to escape anti miscegenation laws? Am I understanding this correctly?”
“That’s what’s being reported in the Oval office as we speak.” The woman was a Space Force “Aerial and Spatial combat” division Captain, in her early thirties who had been easy enough to convince to play informant given that her husband’s death left her family in crippling debt. Of course, he kept the relationship open well after she’d paid it all off. Promotions, stock tips, commendations, a scholarship for her sons in one of the finest private schools Colorado. “Christ, the most I was hoping for was a status update on Hank's 302 boondoggle, but you’re serious?”
She nodded. “General Landry had me deliver the message personally to Admiral Hammond and Director Ellis since he still doesn’t trust the comm systems at the Abydos base. I imagine the Admiral is an hour out from arrival, seems like General Kennedy wants the snakes shot, he thinks it’s an obvious trap.’
General Kennedy would think that Harrold Maybourne mused derisively. “Funny how I wasn’t invited to this little meeting.”
“I get the impression Secretary Weir doesn’t like you sir.”
“And she has no authority over military matters.” He sighed, she was the damn secretary of State not Defense…Yet it was clear to anyone in the White House, Hayes and Trump were grooming her for some higher purpose, either to take over off world activities in a new cabinet position or eventually follow them into the Whitehouse itself. Either way, behind the scenes the activist turned political boss had too much sway over military matters for his liking. “Do you know anything else?”
“Some aspects of their story don’t make sense. Like one is a Peer and that makes interrogating her dangerous, but she’s been too cooperative.”
“You think Kennedy’s right?”
She shook her head. “No Sir, I think she’s hoping to give us everything we want in the hopes that we don’t probe her story too hard. I think she really does want out, from the way Colonel Kowalski describes them, they seem to feel betrayed and trapped by their society’s social norms. But it’s a case of “look at all the shiny stuff, just ignore daddy’s test results that you found in the trash.”
Riiigghhhtt. “Well, then get back there and see if you can find out more. I’ll make sure an extra gift package is sent your way. And…Kershaw, watch your ass.”
She nodded, slipping away, leaving Maybourne to enjoy what was left of his morning, and a breakfast that was disappointingly cold now.
Damn…A potential intelligence gold mine and none of his people were in a position to make use of it. Damn.
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White House – September the 30th
“So, what do we know about the young lovers who Colonel Kowalski decided were worth risking an intergalactic incident over?” The President asked, though his tone of voice suggested he was less enraged and more fixated at the myriad possibilities that now lay before him in terms of the potential windfall for intelligence.
Or so NID Director Robert Statterfield assumed, in truth it was difficult for him to anticipate the President. He wasn’t really sure if there was anyone who could accurately predict what the man might do when he was this energized. -If he’s thinking along those lines, he isn’t wrong, if they’re not feeding us a pack of lies-.
“Is it really that bad?” it was Richard Woolsey who spoke up, he was seated on the couch opposite the Statterfields. Looking somewhat like a racehorse wanting to jump out the gate ever since he found out that there was a chance he’d been the one picked to participate in this odd asylum hearing on a bronze age tech level planet. Woolsey was another odd one, a bureaucrat and former corporate lawyer who came from old money, made himself even wealthier during the dotcom boom litigating on behalf of corporate raiders and then becoming a consultant for some of the endeavors done by proxy companies run or partially funded by the NID in regard to project constellation.
He'd even been at opposite ends of the table from Weir.
Robert Statterfield had followed his father’s advice for years and written the older man off as a greedy, snake like, self-interested bore. Yet he had consistently surprised everyone as he dove into almost every diplomatic mission or treaty negotiation, or any dispute among primitive planets that they had been asked to settle. Which resulted in Woolsey being as well known as the legendary SG-1 out in the stars. Something that he still had trouble believing even if reports had consistently backed that up.
O’Neill Tau’Ri’s First Prime, Teal’c War Master, Carter the demon technologist, Woolsey of the silver tongue.
The universe was weird.
Why did the universe have to be so weird?
“Even if it turns out that they have nothing to offer, they asked us for asylum, apparently this cosmic law works is that a hearing has to be held to determine the merits of it.” Woolsey began with a shrug. “It’s insanely arrogant of the Goa’uld to think we are under any obligation to honor their law, but it seems like “Imperial law exists wherever civilization does” in that even nations outside their spheres of influence pay some kind of lip service to it at least. My guess is that they expect it from us.”
“Which is why we should tell them to go to hell on principle” General Kennedy muttered in annoyance. “And shoot the two snakes too, let them know this spy crap won’t work.”
Kim spoke up at last, his wife had been silent and seemingly in deep thought though he couldn’t figure out what. “Ignoring for the moment, the intelligence goldmine even a junior analyst from their network would prove. Ignoring the insult to us, this does present us with an opportunity to show off to the Galaxies just how impartial and down the middle we are…After all. We killed Amun Ra. Stormed Chulak, humiliated Apophis and then won the respect of Horus and their courts and some ancient fairy god creatures along the way. Not to mention the Asgardian King himself seems to have a soft post for our people..” The fact that all the abduction stories about alien grays seemed to have some basis in fact aside. -We're going to need to address that one day- she thought.
General Kennedy cut her off with a harsh laugh. “Ma’am, you sound like some idiot from a tacky HBO show, the real world doesn’t work on medieval times logic, none of that crap gets you currency in the world of politics”
“It does out there.” She replied with a pleasant smile on her face. There were times when Kim looked every bit her forty-seven years, other times when she looked the way she did when they married twenty-three years ago. She enjoyed bullying the faction allied with Kensey and it seemed to take years off her. “Apparently, the universe is a schizoidal place General Sir…Where people do take the classical feats of glory and deeds of honor seriously and the endorsement of Gods seems to carry weight.” Admittedly it was weird. She had no idea how a civilization as advanced as theirs functioned when half of it came right out of an episode of Hercules the Legendary Journeys. That wasn’t supposed to be how modern societies worked, advanced ones were always supposed to be high and mighty and evolved and yet she saw schemes within the Imperium that reminded her of shit from the Julio-Claudian dynasty, or feudal Japan. “What I mean is, lets play this out. We’ll give them a shot if it turns out they’ve a negative asset value, we’ll dump them on some planet outside the Stargate network and still keep the political good will it’ll buy us.”
“Assuming the Imperium doesn’t just declare war on us. Remember their rules about tech sharing?” Robert asked his wife, allowing an anvil to drop in the room. “We need them, if they have something of value but that item of value could also translate into us losing any good will we have out there because we committed the sin of tech thievery.” Which was ridiculous, it baffled him how a society that was so negligent due to abundance they forgot planets like Abydos existed yet managed to ruthlessly enforce laws that kept other species from obtaining parity with them.
The Goa’uld made no damn sense, which made them too damn dangerous to take lightly.
“That prohibition is against the Asgardians and Goa’uld trafficking weaponry and shield tech that could give an emerging society by their standards, parity with either power. From what I remember reading of the Teal’c debrief and Colonel O’Neill’s report on meeting Thor.” The President interrupted this pessimism and offered a shrug. “There seems to be a lot not covered by that ban that we could milk them for, assuming they aren’t just bean counters or boring ass analysists or something.”
An aid opened the door to the Oval Office then and Hammond entered followed by Abraham Ellis who looked like he had been called away from an event with one of his grandkids or something. “Apologies gentlemen, mister President, Mister Vice President. We had some last minute intel to review at Cheyenne before arriving.”
“Why were you at Cheyenne Abe?” Trump asked and Rob Statterfield forced a nervous smile from his face at the annoyance in the President’s tone, as if he felt Ellis was wasting time there when he could be building fleets of ships.
“Well, the first shipment of refined Trinium from Rax-Tollana came in I wanted make sure what were getting was up to snuff.” Came his patient answer, which got a triumphant smile from the President. “Excellent, excellent, sorry Abe, y’know how tense things get around here this time of year. How is it?”
“Gorgeous sir, I’ve got enough sheets to reinforce the Arizona’s armor in key sections and replace armor in others with enough left over to do some minor repairs to the constellation itself. If we get another shipment like that, I might be able to do something with the skeleton of the big E”
“The Gerald Ford class?” the President asked.
Ellis smiled enigmatically but allowed Hammond to cut the conversation off there. “With respect sir, what I have to say might impact how we handle this asylum issue going forward.” -Did anyone touch on the fact that if in accepting their plea? We open ourselves to becoming an alien sanctuary?- Hammond thought, upon surveying the room he realized only the Vice President had entertained that notion and he repressed a sigh.
“The male is an ordinary Goa’uld, though he’s got some DNA in common with the larval stage Goa’uld inside Teal’c which means he might have some ancestry connected to Apophis. He’s for all intents and purposes exactly what he appears, he also says he’s a currency analyst. Apparently Heqet is up to no good, or so he thinks. So he was ordered to her territory to audit her books, that’s the story Colonel Kowalski got out of him and I believe it sir.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, her version of a police chief was personally after him, I ran enough missions in third world hell holes with and against tinpots and cartel bosses to recognize a dirty cop story when I see one. That bit is believable, but it’s almost too believable. He’s got another mission sir, most of these field agents seem to no matter the planet.” He paused, allowing the room to digest the information, it meant the SGC suspected that he was still providing falsehoods, but that they believed those lies to be echoes of the truth and that made him for all intents and purposes harmless and his intel useful in an academic sense.
“The other one, she’s told the truth in a way that made my men suspect she’s hiding something else by dangling too much honesty in front us. She’s the daughter of Yahata.” The President cut Hammond off then asking if that was the terrorist who helped start a snake civil war that the Admiral shot in the face and when he answered in the affirmative Robert Statterfield repressed the urge to agree with Kennedy.
“Both of them established themselves as Ashraks working for the Imperial bureaucracy and have been working inside Heqet’s territory with her full knowledge, sort of how our FBI works. For twenty and seventy years respectively, with Inari, the female Goa’uld arriving seventy years ago as part of what she claims was a demotion back to field agent after her father’s misdeeds made her persona non grata. She claims, before she was demoted, she was one of the regional directresses for anti-pirate activities. If she’s being remotely honest, that means she knows more about the fleet we’ll be facing next year than even Teal’c.”
“Have you confirmed any of this with Teal’c?” The President asked.
Hammond nodded. “he says he knew of an Inari, that her name came up frequently in intel briefs regarding the Lucian Cartels, that were given to the Fleet Captains. But that he only ever read one of her reports, which was on an attempt by the Peacekeepers to try and steal several of the latest generation of armored vehicles form one of their frontier worlds. He said her information was generally reliable. But that we should be careful with her because he thinks it’s unlikely someone like that would be in Heqet’s realm doing routine anti organized crime stuff even if she was demoted. In fact, he seemed to think the two of them were up to something that Heqet didn’t know about and when she found out, she had one of her descendants hunt them down personally.”
“So, they’re a liability then?” The President asked.
Hammond shook his head. “I would prefer it if Deputy Director Statterfield interviewed them herself, she’s handled more defectors than anyone in this room. I get the impression they’re being honest with us and what Teal’c has told me about the Goa’uld’s apartheid system for their own species it’s bad enough that it reminds me of South Africa in the seventies. I could see why they’d want out and why they’d risk coming to us rather than face imprisonment or worse for the crime of marrying someone from a different subspecies…however as with the Tollan sir, honesty can be a form of misdirection all its own.”
President Trump leaned back in his seat, thinking in silence as Hayes and Kim discussed Constellation’s progress and if the technology sent by Thor (Mother of all security breaches there!) and Doctor McKay were of any help. Which resulted in Ellis singing Rodney’s praises and cheering on the wonderful “factory within a trash can” as he called the device.
At last, The President spoke again. “Alright, Kim you go over there, talk to the love birds then if you think they aren’t bullshitting us, we’ll let ‘em in.”
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Oh wow, I loved this one. The wheels within wheels of the Goa'uld and their ever complex and weird dynasty at work....giving Earth a massive migraine.