Variations on a Theme
Summary: Two different versions of Glory-ous New Universe(Chapter 12) I sorta tried to write once upon a time.
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Version 1
SG-1 consisting of Colonel Jack O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, Dr Daniel Jackson and the Jaffa Teal'c were in the gate room about to depart on a mission. They had been contacted by a Jaffa called Ryk'l who served the Goa'uld Moloc. He had contacted the Tau'ri, as the Jaffa knew them, claiming he had vital information.
Teal'c himself knew little of Moloc. Only that there were stories amongst the rebel Jaffa of many within his ranks who wished to be free.
Agreeing that this sounded like at least a way to gain useful intelligence General Hammond approved the mission.
SG-1 just waits as the gate dials.
"Chevron 6...locked!" comes the announcement. Just one more to go.
"Chevron 7..."
The gate shuts down.
"Chevron 7 won't engage!" comes the report.
"Carter," Jack says in his annoyed tone.
"I'm on it," the blond haired major huffs as she runs up to the control room.
What she will discover is that the gate won't engage because the gate at the other end was already being used.
Across the galaxy…
On that alien world the Stargate springs to life, revealing the water-like surface of the event horizon of a wormhole. From it emerge two people. A human man and a human woman...or at least that is what they look like to the uneducated.
The man is tall with dark hair and blue eyes, well built, dressed in some sort of strange...armour? It tightly adherers to the man's body but resembles a sort of armour. It's dark blue with red boots and a red cape attached. On the chest was a symbol, a shield with a red sharply angled mark amidst a sea of black. Two horizontal lines at the top and bottom joined by a diagonal line going from top left down to bottom right.
The woman was different. Shorter than the male by close to a foot actually with long curly blond hair yet she for a female she looked toned and an aura of absolute power radiated from her. She was wearing her own form of very stylish looking armour. Not blue like the male. Blood red, sleeveless, fastened up the front with leather straps and finishing off with a skirt fanning down to knee height, gauntlets around her wrists, boots on her feet.
They look around, clear unhappy expressions on both their faces. Expressions that make you pity the fool that provokes their wrath.
They step away from the gate and begin to explore the wooded area surrounds.
Amongst the woods is the Jaffa, Ryk'l. He was waiting for the Tau'ri warriors known as SG-1. He knew not who these 2 strangers were. He will remain discreet and bide his time.
That is when he hears the snap of a staff weapon being charged up. This was an ambush!
The first blast barely misses him as he dashes to try and find cover. For the moment the focus only seems to be on him and not the 2 strangers. Little do the Jaffa firing at him know how terrible a mistake ignoring those 2 are.
A blast catches Ryk'l and down he goes. It is only moments later he finds him surrounded by several of Moloc's Jaffa.
"Shol'va!" the leader spits in disgust. Traitor. He aims the staff at Ryk'l's head to end this...but the end never comes.
The leader's head is snapped like a twig and he falls down dead. The others soon follow. It only takes moments.
Ryk'l looks up. The man and the woman stare down at him. There is power and fury in those eyes.
"Tell you what," the man says. "How about a deal? We heal that wound and you answer our questions?"
Ryk'l blinks. He can tell the wound is fatal.
The man looks at the woman...who frowns, sighs, blows out a breath before bending down and placing her hand over the wound.
Ryk'l has a sharp intake of breath as he feels warmth and energy...and the pain fading. When it's gone the woman stands up straight. Ryk'l looks and feels. The wound is gone. Completely.
The man offers his hand.
Slightly hesitant Ryk'l takes it and is aided to his feet. "How did you heal me?" he asks.
The woman snorts. "It's obvious isn't it. I'm a God."
Ryk'l's faith in the Gods has been wavering a lot lately. That is why he contacted the Tau'ri.
"So how about our questions?" the man asks.
Ryk'l nods.
"Great. I'm Kal-El," he introduces himself.
"And I am the Great, beautiful and bodacious Goddess Glorificus who will send your soul to the worst place imaginable if you lie to us," she warns.
"We've been having a bad day," Kal-El slightly elaborates on the warning. "So I do advise you do not push our patience."
That is when there is the sound of more staff weapons charging up.
The two make a sound of annoyance. They all turn to find 6 women Jaffa aiming their weapons at them.
"The Hak'tyl," Ryk'l says.
"You know of us?" the dark-skinned leader queries, her expression severe.
"Only as rumour."
That answer seems to satisfy her. She signals to one of her fellow warriors who marches forward to the fallen Jaffa, reaches under the armour and pulls out a squirming, squealing silver snake like creature. A Goa'uld symbiote.
Glorificus seems like she has had enough when the man places a hand on her arm. "Please. Let this play out. We do need answers," he says in a low tone. Her eyes narrow but she seems to restrain herself for the moment.
Meanwhile the leader is having a heated conversation with another of her group in Goa'uld.
"What are they saying?" Kal-El asks Ryk'l.
"They're debating whether to kill us or take us to their leader," Ryk'l answers. He sincerely hopes it is the 2nd option. He has no wish to die.
The whining sound of a death glider seems to end the debate.
"Ishta will decide their fate but we cannot remain here...and there are questions that need answered," the leader all but decrees. She looks at the 3. "Come with us. We can promise you you will be safe until we have spoken to our leader. She alone will decide your fate."
"That's not much of a promise," Ryk'l scoffs.
"Then you can die here and now," the angry one who argued with the leader decrees.
"We accept the gracious invitation," Kal-El says smoothly.
Glory rolls her eyes but does not argue, seemingly allowing this to play out further.
A death glider soars overhead.
The 3 are escorted back to the Stargate where one of female Jaffa starts dialling before it springs to life
"Hmm," the man ruminates. "Artificial wormhole using constellations as targeting coordinates. If I can study it I should be able to use it to create a doorway back," he says to Glorificus.
The woman's eyes seem to light up in response, her whole demeanour lifting.
They then enter the gate and are whirled away across the galaxy. Mere moment after they leave the gate activates again and emerging from the water-like event horizon emerges SG-1, not realising they have missed all the action nor the consequences that the arrival of Glory and Kal-El are about to have on the galaxy.
Version 2
With the Wraith Hive Ships bearing down on them the Atlantis Expedition has no choice now. They have to evacuate and then destroy the city so there is no possibility that the Wraith will find Earth.
Dr Elizabeth Weir and Major John Sheppard enter their codes to activate the self-destruct when the Stargate flares to life.
"We've got an incoming wormhole!" Dr Rodney McKay reports.
Marines rush to aim their weapons at the Stargate.
The Gate Kawooshes.
"Receiving IDC," Rodney reports.
"Who is it?!" Sheppard asks.
"Stargate Command!" Rodney says in elation and surprise and shock.
"Are you sure?" Elizabeth wants to be.
"Positive!"
"Lower the shield," she orders the protective energy field around the gate to be lowered.
Rodney does so…
"There's an energy spike!" Radek Zelenka reports.
"What?!" Rodney splutters and looks at the gate diagnostic. Indeed there was an energy spike. An enormous amount of energy was pouring into the gate.
"Rodney?" John pushes him.
"I...don't know. There's much more energy than normal flowing into the gate."
"If it doesn't stop soon the gate's capacitor's will reach maximum empathy and then explode," Radek says.
"Shut it down!" John orders.
"It's an incoming wormhole. I can't!" Rodney shouts back.
"Put the shield back up!" Elizabeth orders...but it's too late as 2 figures emerge from the event horizon.
A human man and a human woman...or at least that is what they look like to the uneducated.
The man is tall with dark hair and blue eyes, well built, dressed in some sort of strange...armour? It tightly adherers to the man's body but resembles a sort of armour. It's dark blue with red boots and a red cape attached. On the chest was a symbol, a shield with a red sharply angled mark amidst a sea of black. Two horizontal lines at the top and bottom joined by a diagonal line going from top left down to bottom right.
The woman was different. Shorter than the male by close to a foot actually with long curly blond hair yet she for a female she looked toned and an aura of absolute power radiated from her. She was wearing her own form of very stylish looking armour. Not blue like the male. Blood red, sleeveless, fastened up the front with leather straps and finishing off with a skirt fanning down to knee height, gauntlets around her wrists, boots on her feet.
They look around, clear unhappy expressions on both their faces. Expressions that make you pity the fool that provokes their wrath.
Soon behind more figures start to appear. Men, women all in the same uniforms of black and blue with the same mark as the man, only smaller on the top left of their chests.
The man signals with his hands at the people in the gate room and the figures move in a blur.
Next thing everyone knows is being held in a vice-like grip, down on their knees, unable to break the hold.
All the time more of the people emerge. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens. They are all tall, fit, powerful looking. It's without question an army.
The first two who emerged stride up the stairs, their eyes looking around until they fall upon the captured.
"Who is in charge here?" the man demands to know, his deep baritone voice conveying power and authority.
"I am. Dr Elizabeth Weir," she introduces herself. "Look I don't know how or why you're here but we have to leave..."
The woman snorts. "Did you just try and tell me what to do?!" she says with frightening ire.
The man gazes at the computer. "Self destruct? Now why would you do that?" he asks. He looks at the woman. "We don't have time to do this the long way," he says.
The woman's lips curl upward into a most frightening smile. "Oh goodie. Dinner time!" she proclaims cheerfully. She steps up to Elizabeth, places her fingers on the side of her head...and the next thing anyone knows is that those fingers have penetrated deep into her skull.
Elizabeth cries out in pain while the woman cries out in virtual orgasmic pleasure.
In moments it's over and Elizabeth's head sags listlessly. She's still breathing though.
"Oh that was good," the woman says in a post-coital like sigh.
"What the hell are you people?!" John splutters in shock.
The man ignores him and clears his throat.
The woman reaches up, places her hands on either side of the man's head...only no fingers penetrating the skull this time. There is instead a soft glow under her hands.
"Interesting," the man says. He turns to a young man behind him. "Aron, take a squad, capture every person here and bring them up here."
"Yes Father," the man says obediently with a nod and he and several others vanish in a blur and a gust of wind.
"Kira," he calls out.
An attractive young woman with red hair steps forward. "Yes Father?"
"Take as many as you need, sweep out and scan every inch of this city. I need to know its current condition."
"Yes Father," she replies obediently as she rounds up several more and they two vanish in a blur of motion and a gust of wind.
"We will need the 2nd command code to override the self-destruct," the man says to the woman. He then looks at the captured people, assessing them. "Him, the Major" he points at Shepherd, noting his rank.
The woman smirks.
"Ah, look, can we talk about this?" John asks.
"Sure. Give us the command code," the man replies with a hard look.
Nothing.
The man sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in a frustrated manner. "We have had a really bad day so I'll only say this once; On the count of 3 my beloved will do what she did to your friend and simply take the knowledge. I can make no promises what is left of your mind afterwards," he warns. "1..." he starts the count and the woman makes one step closer to John.
"2..." he continues as the woman takes a 2nd step.
John can't give them what they want. He can't. That would mean surrendering the city. Better to see it, him and whoever these people are blown to bits.
"3..." the man finishes as the woman takes her last step and repeats what happened to Elizabeth, shoving her fingers into John's head.
In mere moments it's over and John's head droops listlessly.
"What have you done to him?!" Rodney demands to know.
He's ignored as the man and woman march over to the computer and input the 2 codes needed to shutdown the self-destruct.
As they do this their children are fanning out across the city, capturing all who reside here.
Or to put it another way the City of Atlantis is coming under new Management.
And the fate of two galaxies is about to change irrevocably.
Author's Note: Like I said in my summary a couple of unfinished alternate versions of my Glory-ous New Universe chapter. One set in Stargate SG-1 Season 7 Episode 10 Birthright with the Hak'tyl and another set in Stargate Atlantis Season 1 The Siege Part 2. Thanks to everyone who has previously written reviews.