Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Stargate Atlantis Fanfiction

Disclaimer: - I don't own Buffy; Joss does. I don't own Stargate Atlantis either; it belongs to MGM.

Plot: - Ship of the Line Fiction. Xander, Jonathan, Andrew and Warren all did a stupid thing for Halloween. Now the Powers want them gone from Earth. It's just as well that Janus has a Job for them in Pegasus.

Ship of the Line: Victory is Life!

"I am First Omet'iklan, and I am dead.
As of this moment, we are all dead.
We go into battle to reclaim our lives.
This we do gladly, for we are Jem'Hadar.
Remember: Victory is Life!"

Excerpt from Star Trek Deep Space Nine 4x23 – To the Death.

Chapter.1: - Fearful Symmetry

July 28th 2004

Athosian System – Pegasus Galaxy

Athos – Night

The Athosian's looked up at the starry night sky above their homeworld and marvelled at the sight. All too brief flashes and shooting streaks of light could be seen flying across the darkened sky and had all of the Athosian's wondering if what they were witnessing was either a gift from the Ancestors, or an ill omen that the Wraith were on their way.

There had been the occasional shooting star seen over the years, but nothing of the intensity that was witnessed this night.

"Father, is it a sign from the Ancestors?" Asked an amazed and wide eyed Jinto as he and his young friend Wex looked up and watched as a particularly large flare ignited up a small section of the sky. Halling looked down at his son as he and Teyla stood close by and observed the other Athosian's watching the spectacle. What could he say to his Son? He and Teyla truly suspected what was happening beyond their world as did he suspect some of the others.

They had heard the rumours about them from some of their trading partners off world. From the Genii and the Satedan's and many, many others, they had told the Athosian's about them. "Anything is possible, son."

They had first appeared over ten seasons ago; when the Wraith where laying waste to one of the outlying worlds and culling it's populace. It was said from many of the survivors that they appeared out of thin air and begun fighting the Wraith. That they had just shimmered into being, seemingly out of nothingness. Dozens and dozens of grey skinned soldiers in dark grey and black uniforms, carrying fearsome weaponry that was able to even halt the scourge that was the Wraith and drive them back.

Teyla and Halling had met some of those survivors when they had decided to find out more about these beings. At first they had thought that they were warriors of the Ancestors themselves. A first wave of sorts; come back to finally end the Wraith but after finding out more information about these beings from other survivors that had escaped from culled worlds, they reconsidered that notion.

The two Athosian's had first met with them after being told of them by their trading partners. They remember one person, a young boy called Riven. He had told the two that the soldiers were able to push the Wraith ground forces back towards their cruisers and fighters. That their weapons were powerful enough to even damage their fighters severely, if not destroy them utterly.

Such news had the two hoping for the best. The best for them and their people; their friends and families, for the people of this galaxy. Hoping that whoever these beings were, they were friendly towards humans. Because in a galaxy ruled by an alien race that culled humanity for food, hope was the only thing they had.

Athosian Space

When the fighting had begun soon after both fleets had entered the system and engaged each other, it had quickly descended into hell and had quickly become a massacre for both sides. Two fleets, one comprised of unknown Starships and a single fleet of Wraith ships were hitting each other with everything they had at their disposal. A hundred Wraith fighters performed strafing runs on twelve Warships, Battlecruisers and huge Battleships that weren't even of comparable size of an enemy Hive, but they had all too quickly proved to the Wraith how powerful and destructive they were.

Dozens of ships, both Wraith and the unknown enemy they were engaged against had already been destroyed; floating, burnt out husks of broken metal and organic material. Great vessels of destruction floated endlessly in the black vacuum, debris was colliding with ships on both sides and causing damage to ships of either fleet. And on one such vessel, a command ship belonging to the Wraith's enemy… "Incoming enemy fighter's! Bearing zero nine – seven Mark seven! They're strafing us!" Shouted one of the unknown warriors as he held onto his console and braced for impact.

"THOOM!"

The massive battleship rocked under the impact as Wraith weapons fire slammed against the huge vessel's shields. The officer checked one of the displays on his console after the weapons fire subsided. "Shield's down to fifty – eight percent! Minor damage to port side hull plating! Port side weapons array offline, rerouting power to secondary weapons array!" He said, informing his captain.

As the officer entered the various commands on his console to do as he said, he looked at his sensor display and saw that two hive ships were on an intercept course for their position. He turned his gaze towards his commanding officer, the First. "Sir, two enemy hive ships on an intercept course! Bearing zero two five Mark two nine!"

The First looked towards his Tactical Officer. "Order the Third and Eighth attack groups to engage those hives!" The First said as he stood next to his Comm Officer; the officer briskly nodded his head as he sent the order to the attack groups in question. He nodded in satisfaction as he saw the ships beginning their attack runs against their targets on his status display. The attack ships had soon done their job and had gotten the enemy's attention.

The First then spoke to his helmsman. "Helm, bring us about! Take us straight at those Hive ships!"

The officer at the helm acknowledged the order and brought the huge ships' engines to full impulse. The mighty Battleship started moving between its own forces as its violet coloured warp nacelles flared brighter as a result of the Matter/Anti – Matter collision. Despite its incredible size, the Battleship moved with an agility that belied its size of over twelve hundred metres.

The First held onto the communications console as the ship was rocked once again by enemy fire; sparks and small fires erupted from behind dark grey panels on the walls and the conduits behind them; the tactical officer, a young officer of only four years was rocked by the small explosion and was thrown over his console. The First moved to check on the officer and grimaced when he saw that the young being had two pieces of shrapnel buried in his back. He knew that he was dead; he moved over towards the tactical console and armed a volley of polaron torpedoes and targeted both hives. "Helm, distance to target?" He shouted as he was unable to tell since his sensor display was offline; having to rely on the information provided by his Helmsman; he trusted the younger warrior of two years of age.

"Distance to target, seven hundred kilometres and closing, sir!" The Helmsman briefly noticed that six ships from the Eighth attack group had come under heavy fire from one of the Hive's and the others had engaged evasive manoeuvres, trying to dodge the incoming weapons fire. All too soon though, those ships' shields collapsed under heavy bombardment, soon their hulls were hammered until they buckled and the ships exploded; killing all hands on board.

"HELM, DISTANCE!?" Shouted the First as conduits exploded around the bridge; behind him his finger hovered over the fire button on the tactical console; as his Battleship moved closer towards its targets, he had briefly rerouted power to his sensor display through his ship's tertiary EPS conduits to bypass the damaged conduits. Looking at the display he could see the punishment that the Third and Eighth attack groups were under. He growled as he saw three other ships' from the Eighth were destroyed by heavy weapons fire from one of the Hive's.

"Distance to target, five hundred kilometres, sir!" The officer at the Helm responded as the ship shook under heavy bombardment.

The First grinned and quickly tapped to the control; he grinned even more when he saw the barrage of torpedoes launching and quickly hitting their targets. The remaining ships from the Third and Eighth attack groups had broken off from their attack run on their target's and had moved away from the resulting explosions. Only one thought entered his mind as he watched the destruction of the two Hives: 'What I wouldn't give for a Twinkie right about now.'

And what a pair of explosions it was! A total of twenty – four polaron torpedoes had been fired at both Hives and had caused massive damage; the organic hulls of both Hive's had been ripped and torn asunder from the attack and the explosions that quickly followed. Plumes of fire, both internal and external could soon be seen as both Hives were ripped apart and destroyed. Once again the First grinned and quickly reacquired another target.

All across the system, similar battles were taking place, as dozens of Starships and Wraith Hives, Cruisers and attack craft of all shapes and sizes engaged in a monumental battle that would ultimately determine the fate of this System and the people of Athos.

Just as similar battles were waging on multiple fronts in other parts of the Pegasus Galaxy.

Athosian Camp – Same Time

The villagers looked up in awe once more as they witnessed two bright flashes of light in the night sky; some of them had gathered together with their families and friend's as they watched in wonder as the spectacle to them lit the sky up and amazed them. Surely the Ancestors had deigned to gift them with an omen; a silent promise that the children of the Ancestors weren't forgotten, that they were soon returning to defeat the Wraith.

Halling had walked over to Teyla as the young woman had been talking to her friend, Charin. "What do you make of it, Teyla?"

She stared at Halling intently, trying to order her thoughts as she had suddenly felt the unease she usually feels when the Wraith were nearby, but her other senses were telling her that only her people were nearby and for that, she was grateful. "I do not know, Halling…."

The Man looked thoughtful for a moment before he interrupted her. "Do you think it possible? That it could be a sign from the Ancestors?"

Teyla smiled and placed her hand on his arm in a gesture of comfort and friendship.

"I think anything is possible, my friend."

He looked at her gratified for the gesture; turning back toward his son and Wex he went back over to them and sat himself by Jinto. Teyla watched on as her friend shared the wonder of the night with his boy before she turned to see Charin had left her. Looking around she saw the form of the elderly woman heading back towards her tent and Teyla followed.

"Charin? Are you well?" The Athosian Leader asked as she saw the old woman sit herself down on her cot.

Charin looked up and smiled saccharinely at her. "Oh, Teyla. You know that I haven't been well for a long time."

Charin motioned for the young woman to enter and sit beside her as she had picked up a stirrer and began to stir the pot of Tuttle root soup she had been preparing moments earlier. She noticed the unease returning on Teyla's face and she asked her what was wrong.

"It's nothing, Charin…." Teyla begun.

"You're a terrible liar, my dear. What troubles you, Teyla?" The old woman asked.

Teyla was about to say that she wasn't troubled, but a slight look from the elder told her otherwise. "You've heard the rumours about… them, haven't you? The beings that are said to have been fighting the Wraith?"

Charin kept on stirring as she answered her young friend. "Only in passing. I hear people talk about mysterious warriors with grey skin and powerful weaponry; that they are able to appear out of nothingness as if they were spirits and vanish just as easily. Why, child?"

Teyla took a deep breath before she responded. "I have been told that the Wraith have awoken. All of them."

Charin frowned at the news. She had not heard this rumour until now; she trusted Teyla not to lie to her, but she couldn't help but wonder; if the Wraith have truly awoken then why haven't they come to their World to cull their people? It was a question that Teyla had been pondering as well. "If what you say is true, then surely the Wraith would've already come to Athos. But it is too early since the last Culling."

Teyla nodded her head. She knew that it had been too soon since the last Culling for the Wraith to be awake; she also thought that the wretched menace would've shown up already, so, if the rumours were true, why haven't they?

"Yes. Their Ships would've been here by now…." The young Leader trailed off as she decided how best to tell her friend this next bit of news.

"Teyla?" Charin asked her pensive friend.

She took in another breath. "As you know, we have a lot of trading partners…"

Charin nodded her head.

"On our last trade to Sateda, I was approached by a soldier I have made an acquaintance with. His name is Ronan; he has told me something… strange."

Charin motioned for her to continue with a nod of her head. "He told me that he was off world, scouting for potential colony sites for the Satedan's to set up. He said that it was in a lush jungle that he had seen them. Ronan had told me that they were just like they were in the stories told about them. Grey skinned, carried powerful looking weaponry and wore dark clothing. He told me that he tracked them for six days, all the way back to a canyon where they had all vanished soon afterward."

Charin listened intently to the story as Teyla continued. "Ronan told me that he followed them into the canyon, but had quickly lost sight of them; he said, for a further two days he looked everywhere within that canyon for any sign of them but he couldn't find anything, so eventually he had given up and returned back to the entrance of the Canyon and rested for the night."

"Go on, Teyla." Said Charin as she had deemed the Tuttle root soup to be done and picked up a bowl to fill and offer to her friend, Teyla graciously accepted the bowl and began to eat as Charin made a bowl for herself.

"He told me that night had already fallen when he was awoken by a loud humming sound and was soon surrounded by a bright light as it illuminated the area around him; he looked up as soon as the light had gone off and he saw…" Again, Teyla trailed off as she tried to find the words to describe what Ronan said he saw.

"What did he see, Teyla?"

"He said he saw bright violet lights heading up into the night sky. That he could also see pieces of darkened metal as well. He said that he had never seen anything like it before and that he hadn't seen anything like it since that night."

Charin looked thoughtful. "A ship?" She speculated out loud.

Teyla shrugged her shoulders but had thought that it could've been. But everyone in the galaxy knew that the Wraith does not tolerate any race with advanced technology. "It is possible." She started. "But you know as well as I that the Wraith – " Teyla stopped speaking and let out a breath and shook of her head. Of course Charin knew that the Wraith didn't allow any race to gain a technological foothold other than what they basically needed. She took another sip of her soup and then continued speaking. She told her friend that if what Ronan said was true, then could the ship have belonged to them?

Charin told her that the answer to that was most obvious. "Surely Teyla; if these… beings have great weaponry with which to do battle with the Wraith, then it is understandable that the ship your friend saw could very well be theirs. We have not heard of the Wraith having such a ship that he described to you."

Charin said in a friendly tone as the two continued to eat their Soup; Teyla considered it and couldn't help but finding Charin's point valid.

Teyla conceded with a brief nod. "Alright." She said to her friend.

With that, the two friends sat there and continued with their meal not knowing that they were being watched by a… shrouded individual. 'Hmm… perhaps the time has finally arrived? Soon… Xander will want to know about this.'

Athosian Space – A Few Minutes Later

"Sir, enemy ships are retreating! They're heading out of the sector!"

The First looked over at his Helmsman: "Confirm that!"

The officer rechecked the sensors to confirm that the Wraith were withdrawing from the system. His monitor did show that all surviving Wraith ships that were able were indeed jumping to hyperspace and leaving the Athosian sector. The First looked at his own monitors as the information was relayed to his systems and he confirmed what the officer had stated.

He took notice as enemy fighter's either turned tail and ran, or quickly grouped together with other fighters and headed right for his own surviving forces on a collision course. He quickly saw as some of his own ships in his fleet that were too damaged to defend themselves any further were destroyed; he cursed the Wraith even as he admired their tenacity to inflict devastating losses on his forces even in defeat.

"Shall I order our ships to pursue, sir?" Asked the First's communications officer; the warrior obediently awaited the order from his commanding officer.

A moment passed. "… no. Order all surviving ships to report their status and fall back to Athos and hold position there. We need to ensure that no Wraith made it down to the planet. What are our own losses?" Showing no signs of countermanding his First's order, the officer quickly relayed the order to all remaining ships as the Helmsman set course to head to the planet, he then checked his sensors to find out how many ships they had remaining. It didn't take long.

"Sir, we lost half of our forces and some of our ships are heavily damaged… most of them are unable to go to warp let alone enter hyperspace…" He trailed off as he saw the First's glare. He knew that he had done nothing wrong; he knew that his Commander was grieving the loss of so many valued officers under his command.

"BEEP!"

The communication's officer looked at his console as a message piped into his system: "Sir, subspace communique coming in from First Mears! Our forces near Lantea have reported that the Wraith forces encroaching in the Lantean sector have been destroyed. We lost thirty percent of our forces defending the sector, though the Wraith forces have been completely routed."

The First took the news in stride. While he grieved for the loss of his forces at Lantea, he knew that his friend had made sure that for every ship, every warrior killed under his command, Mears made the Wraith pay a hundred fold.

"Understood. Anything else?" He asked as he motioned to three warriors to approach. He ordered two of them to remove the body of the dead tactical officer from the bridge and the other to take over his post at tactical as he made his way over to the communications console.

"First Mears reports that his sensors have detected a gravimetric distortion coming from the planet Lantea. It's the same distortion we have observed when the Stargates are activated only he says that the readings are twenty – eight percent higher than normal. He wishes to know if he should investigate." Replied the comms officer.

The First stood attentively as he listened to the report coming in. Ever since he and his friends had met Janus that night eight years ago, they had been expecting this. The 'Chaos God' had told them that they soon wouldn't be alone in their war against the Wraith. They would soon receive help from a surprising source. And that Lantea would be the world that help would come from.

After a brief moments thought, Xander instructed the communications officer to inform Warren to gather all the data he can and then to secure the system from further Incursion from the Wraith and then head back home. Whoever it was that was arriving through the Ring, he didn't want them to know that his forces had been there fighting yet. "Contact First Levinson down on the planet. Inform him to prepare for transport. We're leaving as soon as soon as our ships are able to do so."

The First turned towards his Helm Officer. "Taran'Atar; you have Command. I'm going to transporter room four."

"Yes, Commander."

"Sir, First Levinson reports he is ready for transport." Stated the Comm officer as the First briskly made his way to the turbolift and headed for the transporter room.

Transporter Room – A Few Minutes Later

The First entered and nodded his head at the officer and the guard posted there. "Energise."

The officer keyed in the sequence and immediately, First Levinson stood there on the transporter pad, his polaron rifle in hand as he stood to attention and looked at his fellow Officer.

"How was the battle?" Jonathan asked as he stepped off the pad, handed his rifle to the guard and walked out of the room with Xander.

"We lost half of our forces and most of our ships won't be able to fly for a while; but we beat the Wraith back. We're conducting repairs as fast as we can but then we're going. I'll leave the Fourth, Seventh and the Ninth attack groups here to secure and patrol the system." Xander said to his friend.

Jonathan knew that his friend was angry that he had lost so many Warriors in fighting the Wraith. So was he, but he did worry for his friend. Despite the changes they had all gone through as a group. Being altered by a magic spell on a genetic level into Jem'Hadar soldiers commanding a massive Dominion Fleet and then having to leave everything you knew behind for nearly eight years would do that to you. There were times when it seemed to him and the other's that Xander seemed to take the burden of this war on his own shoulders.

At first he, Warren and Andrew didn't understand why but when they had confronted Xander about it after their first major battle with the Wraith on a planet they were defending, he'd told them that they were vampires when they found him surrounded by a bunch of dead Wraith at his feet, and him with his Kar'takin blade in one hand dripping rivulets of black blood onto the ground and his plasma rifle, with its blade attachment extended and steeped in blood in his other. "Janus didn't tell us… I saw how they feed. They're like the vamps on Earth... they don't drink blood, but they're exactly like them. I saw a young woman get the life sucked out of her through a Wraith's goddamn hand on her chest. His hand! It had a look of rapturous joy on its face as it watched the woman wither away, she aged and turned to bone right before my fucking eyes."

"Xander… oh god…" Jono remembered himself starting to say as he looked at the state of his friend but Xander had kept speaking as if he hadn't even heard him.

"They're just like the vampires back home. Just like 'em... they glorified in the pain they inflicted on these people… No conscience, no remorse, no pity… no mercy. Not a trace. Nothing! So I'll show them none. Not one ounce or iota of mercy... I'm going to kill them all."

Xander took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Anything else happen?" Jonathon asked as they waited to arrive at their destination.

"Warren destroyed the Wraith at Lantea. He lost thirty percent of his forces, but he won…."

"That's good, right?" He asked as he heard Xander trail off. His friend looked like he had something to say.

"Xander? What else happened there?"

He looked at Jono and told him what Warren had discovered from the planet. Jono looked thoughtful as Xander told him about the gravimetric distortion and the indication that the ring on the planet had activated. "So, you think that what Janus told us is finally happening? That we're getting help finally in fighting the Wraith?"

"I do." Xander said as the turbo lift finally stopped and the two of the stepped out into the corridor; Xander noticed that some of the panel's had been ruptured and a computer display had been blown out as he and Jono walked past the damage. Many of the Jem'Hadar were conducting repairs as they walked on down the corridor.

"So how was it down on the planet?" Xander asked as he and Jono stepped inside the conference room at the end of the hallway.

"It was alright; I heard them talking about the lightshow up here. They thought that it was an omen from the Ancestors… Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we need to show ourselves to the Athosian's." Jono spoke. Xander sat down as Jono told him his suggestion of revealing their existence properly to the people on the planet.

"They're good people and they already know we're out there. The rumours going around about us are still gaining strength. We need to show ourselves now. That way we can start gathering allies to help against the Wraith."

"No."

"Xander…"

"I said no, Jono. I will not be responsible for that. Not again." Xander told him, nearly growling at his friend. The pain of what happened five years ago still fresh in his memory.

"Xander, Chaya doesn't blame you for what happened… What happened on Proculus wasn't your fault."

"I said no, Jono! Drop it. Please." Xander asked. Sighing, Jono nodded at his friend. Tabling the discussion for now, but he promised himself that he would get Xander to face what had happened there. It was the most he could do.

"So, who do you think it is?" Jono asked, changing the subject like a pro.

"Huh?"

"The Stargate. Who do you think it is arriving on Lantea? The Ancients? Ooh, dare I say it even, Earth?" Xander chuckled even as he was impressed with Jono's ability to change the subject. Truthfully, he didn't know, he just hoped that whoever it was actually capable of assisting them in the war.

Atlantis – Shortly after the Battle for the Lantean Sector

As the final handful of people stepped through the Stargate and into their new home, they looked around in wonder. To be here finally, in Atlantis. The City of the Ancients. For all of them it was the dream of a lifetime as each and everyone of them, from Lt. Aiden Ford and Major John Shepard to Dr. Rodney Mackay and Radek Zelenka and other scientists looked forward to what awaited them in this new galaxy.

They should have stayed on Earth.

The leader of the expedition, Elizabeth Weir looked on at the people under her command as she herself was amazed at their surroundings and shared her personnel's dream. Seeing that everyone had now arrived, she stepped closer to the event horizon and lifted her radio. "General O'Neill. The Atlantis expedition brings you greetings from the Pegasus Galaxy."

Author's Note: -

I'm back from Mykonos and with one of my earlier SoTL stories that I first posted on tth. I came up with this idea because it was the next logical step in the challenge in my opinion. Many writers who had written SoTL fics had the main character's assume human captain persona's and there were hardly ever any alien ones. Hence, Xander and the nerds as Jem'Hadar warriors (No Founders or Vorta). I'd still like to see someone write Xander dressing up as a Klingon though and kicking Goa'uld ass... or maybe a Romulan... oh, the possibilties... D'deridex Class Warbirds or the Negh'Var against Goa'uld Ha'taks and Replicators anyone?

Now on to more happy news - I have a new daughter in the family and I am ecstatic and so is my newly married daughter and her wife to be a part of it - Yay!

So now that the wedding is done and out of the way, updating my stories regularly shouldn't be a problem anymore (My fingers are crossed as I'm typing this!)

The Prideful Ch.11 should be up in a weeks time, Ch.2 for Victory is Life should be up by the weekend as i'm currently rewriting it and correcting the grammar.

Peace.

PS

Who remembers a game for the PSOne called Colony Wars? See, I remember Colony Wars...