NationStates Jolt Archive

WARNING: LOTS OF PICTURES

Several million years ago, an ancient race of unknown origin… known solely as “The Ancients”, landed on Earth. They built a massive city on the continent of Antarctica, which was at the time a tropical landmass.
Over time the ancient race was infected with a lethal plague, they decided to protect the primitive races on Earth at the time by launching the city into the air above Antarctica. To hide the city from the primitives a phase shifting cloaking shield was installed. Its power source, the Zero Point Modulator, would only allow for the shield to be deactivated once, as the deactivation sequence used much more power than the actual running of the shield. Once deactivated the shield ZPM would need to be replaced.
The city would be run by five separate ZPM’s that would activate when the city is once again inhabited.

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Veskaland’s “Ancient” Research facility: Antarctica

Doctor Elisabeth Weir stepped out of the lift that had lowered her 20 kilometres under the surface of Antarctica. Several technicians and scientists were busy studying various pieces of Ancient technology. One man, named Peter, was studying a florescent yellow organic ancient missile on a table.
“Peter,” Doctor Weir nodded to him.
“Doctor Weir,” he smiled to the older lady and returned the nod.
Elisabeth walked over to a stone-like chair that Doctor Rodney McKay and Doctor Carson Beckett are talking over.
“You see?” Carson frowns at McKay, “Nothing.” He stands up out of the chair.
“Carson. Get back here.” McKay calls.
“I could sit in that bloody chair all day long and nothing would happen,” Carson’s strong accent identifies him as a native Veskan, from Titan. “It’s a waist of time. Excuse me Doctor Weir.”
McKay walks over to Doctor Weir frowning slightly.
“He’s not even trying.” McKay complained to Weir.
“But he’s the one that discovered the whole gene thing.” Weir replied.
“I know, he told me that he wished that he never discovered it in the first place.” McKay retorted.
“Really?” Weir looked surprised by McKay’s response.
“I know. Can you believe it?” McKay confirmed.
“We could always test you a third time Rodney.” Weir smiled.
“Oh ha-ha. That’s very funny.” McKay rolled his eyes.
“We only know of a handful of people who are genetically compatible with the Ancient technology. And despite your heroic efforts to interface ours with theirs; we need every one of them to sit in this chair, including Doctor Beckett.”
McKay crossed his arms and sighed, “What am I supposed to do? He’s afraid of the thing.”
Doctor Weir looked at the chair, and then back to McKay, “this chair controls the most powerful weapons system known to humankind. I’m scared of the thing!” Elisabeth smiles slightly then becomes instantly serious. “But every time someone sits in it we learn something more about the Ancients that built the lost city of Veska. Carson should be proud to be genetically advanced.”
“He’s not really advanced,” McKay corrected, “it’s just a random characteristic.”
“This is really bothering you, isn’t it?” Weir looked at McKay, “this whole genetic thing.”
“Oh,” McKay rolls his eyes again, “I am clearly over come with envy.”
At this point Veskaland’s top archaeological scientist, Doctor Michael Haines, runs up to Weir and McKay. She said, “Just the people I wanted to see,” and quickly walked away.
Elisabeth and Rodney look at each other quizzically.
Michael walked back up to them slowly, “follow me.”
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Inside Michael’s lab all sorts of scanners and gizmos line the walls, in one corner a whiteboard with six symbols drawn on it is pulled towards the middle of the room.
“We've gotten closer and closer to finding the location of the lost city but it turns out we've been looking in the wrong place all along.” Michael points to the whiteboard, “Now we thought we had a Stargate address, six symbols representing co-ordinates in space that determine the location of the planet the ancients went to after they left Antarctica. Now recently we determined a seventh symbol.” Michael drew the ‘Earth’ Stargate symbol. A triangle without a base with a small circle above the apex.
Weir nodded, “The point of origin. Earth.”
“That’s not it.” Michael smiled.
“Then your address is incorrect.” McKay said smugly.
“Not incorrect,” Michael smiled broader, “incomplete.”
Michael wrote another symbol in between the sixth and the seventh.
“What are you saying Doctor Haines?” Weir asked carefully.
“It's an eight symbol address.” Michael smiled, “What we're looking for may be further away than we ever imagined, but it's not out of reach.”
“Veska!” McKay exclaimed.
“Veska,” Michael nodded, “I think we can go there.”

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A helicopter flies over Antarctica towards the research facility, inside are Brigadier General Peter Rawlings and the pilot, Major John Sheppard.
“Apache, Black hawk, Cobra, Osprey” Sheppard said into the microphone in his helmet.
With the helmets on the radio is the only way the two officers can communicate with each other.
“That’s a lot of training for the Antarctic,” Rawlings commented.
“It’s the only continent I never set foot on,” Sheppard replied.
“It’s one of my least favourite continents,” Rawlings mused.
“Yeah? I kinda like it here,” Sheppard smiled.
“You like it here?” Rawlings asked, putting heavy emphasis on “like”.
“Yes sir.” Sheppard confirmed, “Be there in about ten minutes, sir.”

Back in the research lab, McKay is still trying to get Beckett to sit in the chair.
“Look we've been through this I'm not your man,” Beckett begged.
“Keep moving,” McKay ignored Beckett’s pleas and continued to push/drag him to the chair.
“I’m a Doctor.” Beckett said, “A medical Doctor.”
“There is nothing to be afraid of.” McKay chided.
“You don’t understand,” Beckett explained, “I break things like this!”
“This device has survived for millions of years in tact,” McKay assured Beckett, “It will survive you. Now sit down.” McKay pushes Beckett back into the chair, “Close your eyes and concentrate.”
Beckett sighs, “Again, nothing.”
“This time just try and imagine an image of where we are in the solar system,” McKay said.
Beckett closes his eyes and appears to be concentrating, his eyes open, “I think I feel something.” McKay looks excited until Beckett continues, “I think it could be lunch related.”
McKay looks down at him crossly, “Carson. Shut up and concentrate.”
Beckett closes his eyes like before. This time the back of the chair glows a dull blue and the missile that Peter was working on shoots up off its stand and rams into things, causing them to explode.
“What’s happening?” Peter calls from underneath a table.
Beckett sits frozen to the seat. Not daring to move. “What did I do?”
The drone flies up and passed the elevator Doctor Weir was riding to the surface.
“Get us back down there!” she yells to the elevator controls.
The drone breaks out of the glass roof of the facility and out into the air.

OOC: Hey, a novellisation of Rising! ;)

Carry on, I'm curious to see if you stick with the wraith and things, and if you plan to set up an international team as in the show.