The distant future

This species that the Scáil faced were unlike any they had ever seen before. Mainly of tall build, with pale skin, brilliant blue or green eyes and black to white hair, they stood defiantly before their attackers. It was also clear, as they struck several devastating blows on the Scáil fleet, that they had an advanced knowledge of technology. Hundreds of white, metallic ships, streamline and easily manoeuvrable, struck blow after blow on the Scáil ships. One of the vessels, clearly the mother-ship, had several symbols printed on its side, SG-1.

Slowly, this species defeated the Scáil and when only one ship remained, one of them opened their lines of communication. For a moment the Scáil felt certain this was some kind of trick, for that face on their screens was instantly recognisable. "The First", they hissed angrily, as their ancient enemy smiled at them. "No", she replied coolly, "We are not the first. My name is Tara, Commander of the SG-1 and we are the Nua Saol". She leaned closer to the screen, "Leave this Galaxy and tell your people, tell them we are coming. Tell them, that their time is coming to an end".