NationStates Jolt Archive

Ever since the end of the Great Civil War and the conception of the Zereul Class battle carrier and the Kingmaker Class battleship, the dated Prometheus Class battle cruisers had been totally refitted with new technology and were delegated the task of exploration and hosting diplomatic events. The NGSS Transversa was one of the oldest of such vessels. Notably, it had been the place where the treaty was signed for the alliance between the Corporation and the Galactic Republic of Anagonia, but this time it was not tasked with such a prestigious duty. It had been assigned the duty of mapping out the outer edges of the Milky Way galaxy.

After nearly eight months away from its home base in the Criun System, the Transversa was prepared to make its trek home. The last thing that it needed to do was to make one last hyperspace jump to the next system so its mission could be considered completed. On its bridge, Colonel Mike Allison waited for a moment as his crew prepared and finally gave the command. The vessel entered hyperspace for only about twenty seconds then quickly came out of it.

Allison leaned forward in his command chair and directed an order at the sensors operator. “Irby, run a full sensor sweep of the entire system.”

“Yes, sir.” The young brown-haired airman promptly replied and began pressing the numerous buttons that were imbedded in his console.

Allison then leaned back in his command chair and sighed happily. Just one final scan and he could finally go home to his wife after all these months. Mmmm… he thought to himself. It’ll be great to taste her home cooking again.

“Uh, Colonel,” the airman said, interrupting Allison’s thoughts. “We have an unidentified vessel near the second planet in the system.”

Allison leaned forward in his chair obviously interested in this. “What’s its status?”

“Slight movement forward, but unfortunately the sensors cannot detect anything specific at this distance. And it does not identify with any of our records either.”

“Very well, let’s take a look then.” He nodded to the helmsman. “Helm, take us to the third planet. Full speed.”

The Transversa made a slight turn and bolted towards the only red gas giant in the system. Along the way, the shields were raised and its weapons were powered up. The crew would not take any chances.

Upon reaching their intended destination, Allison stood from his chair and commanded, “On screen and magnify.”

The viewscreen changed from the usual tactical display to one showing the vessel in question and the blue-green planet below it. The silver vessel appeared to be much larger than the Transversa, most likely a kilometer smaller than the Zereul Class battlecarriers, and was definitely more heavily armed, even alarmingly so. It also lacked the chunkiness that seemed to be the norm in the Northrop-Grumman fleets, and instead was quite sleek. The crew stared at the screen in astonishment at it. They had never seen anything quite like this.

“Damn, she’s big!” commented Allison. “Irby, what do the sensors show now?”

“Apparently, the propulsion drives are not working, and there does not appear to be any life signs.”

“Hmmm…could be a derelict ship…launch a probe to make sure nothing’s there.”

“Yes, sir.”

The cylindrical probe was launched out of one of the landing bays and made its way towards the strange vessel. It continuously scanned the vessel and relayed the information to the Transversa. The sensors showed no detectable life signs, a limited breathable atmosphere aboard, and possibly some small levels of power output. The probe circumnavigated the vessel three more times before it was recalled back to the landing bay. Meanwhile, aboard the Transversa, Colonel Allison looked over the screens on the sensor console and rubbed his chin in thought. This certainly was something the Corporation could be interested in.

“Rowe.” He turned to the communications operator. “Send an encoded transmission back to Earth and tell them what we’ve found and request that they send a science team out this way.” Rowe nodded and went to work while Allison looked at his watch. The fastest time for anyone to get back would be about a week and a half. He sighed and sat back in his command chair. That would be a long time to wait.

Nearly two weeks after the discovery of the derelict vessel, the First Carrier Battle Fleet arrived at the location of the Transversa to provide the much needed security for the scientists that would be sent aboard to study the internal workings. The flagship of the fleet, the NGSS Zereul, was by far the largest vessel there and was under the command of General William Harris, a fifty-year veteran of the Air Force Space Command and the Commander in Chief of the Northrop-Grumman Air Force Space Command. He had experienced many conflicts during his career including the ESUS-Shivan War and the Civil War, but he rarely ever participated in exploration like this.

As he rested his aging body in the command chair aboard the Zereul, he could not help but be reminded of Indra Prime and the Temporal Incursion Fleet because this derelict vessel had a slight resemblance to what they had. He remembered his few but interesting interactions with them. They had the ability to erase an enemy out of the space-time continuum, but like most people, he did not understand how they did it. He just knew that it worked. Chuckling without even realizing it, he was glad that the Corporation did not dabble is such complicated things.

Harris snapped himself out of it and directed an order to one of his officers. “Major, see to it that the science teams are ready and have them transported ASAP.”

“Very well, sir.”

The major immediately saluted, which the Harris returned, and the General slowly returned to his thoughts.

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A small science team that consisted of only three people was assigned to this mission. Their main goal was to see whether or not the derelict vessel was operational. If it was, then they would have to fly it back to Northrop-Grumman space where it would be carefully studied. If it was inoperable, then the only other option was to salvage all they could, with the assistance of other science teams, and destroy the vessel.

The team was promptly teleported aboard the vessel into what was believed to be the main bridge. They stood motionless for a few minutes as they gazed at everything around them. The room was quite large by Northrop-Grumman standards. It was adorned with a combination of white, silver, and cerulean blue paneling and rows of active computers lines the walls making various noises.

The room remained silent until the leader of the team, Gregos Sørensen, looked over to the young red-headed woman and spoke up. “Lara, I need you to find the vessel’s schematics or preferably, its internal layout on one of the computers. We need to find out where all the internal components are just in case any are damaged.”

Gregos then turned to the tall Noldorin elf standing next to him. “Saremer, find the propulsion console and attempt to bring the engines online.”

Lara and Saremer both nodded and attempted to find the correct console. Lara had the most luck because the schematics could be brought up on almost every computer console. She sat down on one of the padded seats and looked over the screen. That’s odd, she thought. The dimensions are…wrong. She turned looked over to Gregos, who was trying to find the power controls.

“Gregos, there’s a bit of a discrepancy with the dimensions of the insides of the ship with the outsides.”

“Oh?”

“When the Zereul scanned the Novus Astrum, the length of the ship was eight-point-one kilometers. Now, it states on the computer that the inside is ten-point-five kilometers long. It just isn’t possible.”

Gregos pondered for a moment before he replied. “There must be a malfunction in the system. Measure the main bridge with the laser and recalibrate the system. That should work.”

“Alright, I’ll get to it right away.”

Before Gregos returned to what he was doing, he asked, “Novus Astrum?”

“That’s apparently the name of the ship. It says it right here one the screen.”

“Ah, I see. Carry on.”

Lara nodded and began to set up the equipment to measure the dimension of the room. Meanwhile, Saremer had found the propulsion console and was attempting to understand how to power up the engines. From what he could decipher on the screen, the Novus Astrum was propelled by something called a Di Spatio-Temporal Field Displacement Coil. He did not know how it operated exactly but it was definitely something to study when they got the ship back. Pressing a few buttons and turning the one dial caused something new to pop up onto the screen. He studied it carefully and figured out that the engines were powering up which would take at least three minutes.

Back on the other side of the bridge, Lara had finished measuring the bridge and had recalibrated the systems. She ran an internal scan of all the compartments, and after a few minutes, the system displayed the exact same dimensions as before.

“Damnit,” she muttered. “Gregos, the length hasn’t changed.”

“What the hell?” He was dumbfounded. “Alright, we’ll have someone physically measure the length when we get back to port. Right now, we need to get this vessel up and running. Saremer, how are the propulsion systems coming along?”

“I believe the engines are operational.”

“Very well.” Gregos pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie hanging from his coat. “Zereul, this is Science Team Alpha. The propulsion systems are now working. We are preparing to use the drives to head back to the Criun System.”

The reply contained a little static but was still understandable. “We read you, ST-Alpha. You have clearance to attempt an FTL jump. Good luck.”

Gregos looked up and over to Saremer. “Alright, lets go home.”

Saremer nodded with a little smile and pressed a row of buttons on the console in front of him. The Novus Astrum moved forward away from the planet and immediately disappeared. Through the viewscreen on the Zereul, General Harris watched this and assumed that it was a success, but he would know for sure when the fleet returned back to Northrop-Grumman space.

A week later, the Novus Astrum reappeared in an uncharted region of space, completely missing their intended destination. On its bridge, Gregos Sørensen looked at the viewscreen and was already becoming irritated. First, for the past several days he had to eat the only food that was brought along, MREs, which to him was like eating cardboard. And now, he had to face the fact that for some reason they were not where they should be.

“What the hell happened?” he asked Saremer.

“I believe we underestimated the power of the propulsion systems and overshot the shipyard by…” He glanced over to the computer screen. “…several thousand light years. It may have to do with the amount of power that was being diverted into the propulsion systems at the time.”

“Can you recalibrate them and try again?”

“Quite possibly. It should only take a minute.” Saremer pressed several buttons on the console in front of him. It was only a brief moment before the Novus Astrum once again moved forward and disappeared, hopefully heading to its intended destination.

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After a few days of traveling, the Novus Astrum had arrived at the shipyards above P3X-719 in the Criun System much to the relief of the waiting researchers who had already assumed the worst for the science team aboard. As soon as the vessel was docked, nearly a hundred researchers poured onto it hoping to uncover its many secrets. Some were found nearly right away like the strange organic metal that made up the outer skin of the vessels. Others were found by trial and error like the subspace echo field generator which cloaked the vessel and gave the impression that there were many cloaked vessels in the area. That had accidentally been activated and nearly caused the nearby fleets to fire on everything that even resembled a cloaked vessel. Luckily, no one was hurt and it was quickly turned off. One piece of technology that was found was unique. Some researchers believed that it was an energy converter, but others thought that it could be some sort of navigational computer. None of them were entirely sure so it was decided that the only way to find out was to connect it with one of the original stargates. The stargate that had been found on Earth back in the 1920’s and had been moved from the Stargate Command (SGC) in the former United States to the one in Northrop-Grumman was brought back out of storage after it had been replaced with the Mark II stargate. It was lowered down the long shaft that went through the mountain where the SGC resided and was connected up to the control and power systems through the use of the old capacitors.

The day finally came when the power converter was to be tested. The blast doors were lowered over the main control room and the access hallways leading to the gate room. Inside the main control room was the research staff including Dr. Chester Mason, the director of the main research facility and the head of numerous projects including the research and construction of the regular and orbital stargates, the Zereul-class battlecarrier, and the new class of city-ships. Also, in the room was the regular SGC staff including Air Force Brigadier General Stephen Clayton, the commander of the base.

It had been previously decided that the first thing to try was to dial a seven glyph gate address, so Dr. Mason rolled up to the keyboard in his motorized wheelchair and pressed the glyphs on the specially made keyboard. He then hit “Enter” and the stargate’s inner track began to spin. One by one the chevrons lit up and locked until finally the seventh locked and the wormhole was established to P3X-719. Seeing the wormhole was stable, he looked at the screen next to him. There appeared to be only a marginal increase in the energy efficiency, but it was not enough to make a difference.

Next, he attempted to have the stargate dial an eight glyph address to an allied homeworld of the Corporation’s. Again, the chevrons lit up and locked like usual and connected to the planet. This time Dr. Mason read the screen again and made an observance that the power converter works more efficiently when more power is being run though it. He was about to disengage the wormhole when the alarms began going off all over the room. The stargate began drawing around a hundred times more power than it should be. Lights all over the base began to dim as the gate was attempting to use whatever energy was readily available. Suddenly to the surprise of those in the control room, the wormhole disengaged.

Then, the stargate began to hum quite loudly as if it was going to explode. The scientists knew what was going to happen and attempted to get through the blast doors in the room but they were stuck shut because all the power was being drawn into the gate. Out of nowhere, the stargate started to dial out automatically. Dr. Mason called one of the technicians and told him to sit at the other station and read out what was being sensed by the computers.

“Chevron one, encoded,” the technician announced. “Uhhh….circuit breaker temperature is approaching one-hundred-twenty degrees.”

The stargate continued to lock its chevrons incrementally up to the eighth when the technician noted something strange.

“Chevron eight is….encoded?”

Dr. Mason turned around with a look of amazement. He knew that the stargates normally went up to only eighth chevron and never in his life had he ever seen one go up to nine.

“What’s the temperature, Myers?”

“Three-hundred-fifty degrees and still climbing.”

“I don’t know how long it can take this kind of an overload.”

The inner track of the stargate kept spinning for five minutes before the ninth chevron locked and a split second later, the event horizon swooshed out from the center of the stargate. It then receded backwards until it had created a spinning, funnel-like effect coming out of the back of the gate. Finally, the spinning movement stopped. A stable wormhole was established using the ninth chevron. No one in the control room believed what they were seeing. To them it was totally impossible.

As they stood there in amazement, they had forgotten about one thing: the temperature levels. Just then, the capacitors on the gate began to severely overheat and melt. Thousands of sparks poured out of them and the event horizon began to flash numerous times as the instability rose. Finally, the wires melted together, short-circuiting the entire electrical system running to the gate. The circuits blew and the wormhole disengaged.

“Damn,” Dr. Mason commented in disbelief, but as the typical overenthusiastic scientist he was, he turned his wheelchair around and began rolling towards the General’s office to call the Chairman.

General Clayton stopped him halfway. “Where are you going?”

“Calling Chairman O’Neill. He really needs to see this. We’ve connected to a ninth chevron planet!”

Clayton folded his arms across his chest. “And managed to destroy about a quarter million dollars worth of equipment. He’s not going to be too happy about that. It’s coming out of your paycheck, not mine.”

Dr. Mason ignored Clayton and sped off to his office to call the Chairman. Meanwhile, Clayton shook his head and began to issue orders to get the mess cleaned up before the Chairman arrived.

Obviously not the kind of person who liked to wait for any length of time, ninety-nine year old Dr. Chester Mason rolled his motorized wheelchair back and forth near the elevator doors as he waited for the Chairman. Every now and then he glanced up through his thick glasses at the digital display above the doorway to see what floor the elevator was currently on. He sighed and looked up at the numbers again. They were descending. Rather excitedly, he rolled the wheelchair back a few feet and faced the doors. Finally after a few seconds the display read “Sub-28” and the heavy steel doors slid open. Clutching his service cap in his right hand, a tall man wearing a double-breasted overcoat with five general’s stars attached to each shoulder board stood in the center of the elevator along with his much shorter, blonde-haired elven wife who wore a heavy fur coat.

“I just can’t seem to get rid of you, Chester, can I?” The man in the general’s overcoat chuckled.

“Jack, I’ve already retired once. Too boring, so I came back. Why should I retire and let everyone else have all the fun, eh?”

“Oh yeah, lots of fun. Poring over equations all day. That how I want to spend my life,” Jack replied sarcastically.

“But I do get to occasionally blow something up.”

“Well, yeah, there’s that, but I do that a lot already.”

“I know all about that.” Dr. Mason laughed. “So you’re both probably wondering why I called you down here.”

“It isn’t one of your crazy inventions, is it? I’m still having problems with the coffee maker, vacuum cleaner prototype you gave me. I still keep getting fuzz in my coffee.”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Dr. Mason waved for them to follow him down the long grey concrete hall. “Remember the derelict ship that was found by the Transversa about two months ago? Well, we took a device out of it and hooked it up to the stargate to test a theory. To make a long story short, something happened and we connected to a nine-chevron planet.”

“Wait. I thought it could only go to eight.”

“That’s what we thought, but then this happened. I don’t know exactly why. Although, I believe that it has something to do with the device.” They finally arrived at the side blast door leading into the gate room and Dr. Mason slid his keycard though the reader. “We have it right in here. Oh and Jack, we brought out the original stargate out of storage for this experiment.”

The blast door slid open revealing around nine technicians putting the final touches on the new higher-voltage capacitors and the device which was being protected inside of a large metal case. Meanwhile, some Marines were dragging the old burned out equipment out of the other blast door to dispose of. In the center of all this stood the stargate looking as magnificent as it did back when it was the only one in the facility.

Jack stepped past Dr. Mason and walked up the grated ramp leading up to the stargate. It had been years since he had been in the presence of it, and so many memories, good and bad, returned to him. Everything from the joys of exploring new worlds all the time to the pain of losing his old team to whatever took Atlantis. He sighed a little and wished he could be out there on that adventure again, but he turned around to his wife who was talking with Dr. Mason on the other side of gate room and realized that he was on an entirely different adventure now.

Meanwhile, Jack’s wife, Siri, was discussing the things that were found aboard the Novus Astrumwith Dr. Mason.

“What is this that I hear about this new propulsion system that you have found aboard the vessel?” she asked.

“Well, the Di Spatio-Temporal Field Displacement Coil works much better than our hyperspace window generators. It takes our current drives nearly two hours to travel from Earth to the Criun System, but with this more advanced system we can cut that time down to under an hour, maybe faster.”

“Excellent.” She nodded happily. “When can we get a working copy made?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s an extremely advanced system. Five years would be the fastest, but seven or eight years is more likely.”

“I see. I have read your other reports concerning the weaponry, subspace echo field generator, and the organic metal. It is all quite fascinating. Keep me apprised of anything else you may find. The technology aboard the Novus Astrum should greatly increase the strength of our military.”

A technician pulling away a ladder from the side of the stargate called out. “Dr. Mason, the new equipment is all ready.”

“Very well.” He pivoted his wheelchair towards Jack. “C’mon, we’re about ready to start.”

The three of them moved back from the gate room into the main control center. The thick blast doors were promptly closed in front of the massive control room windows, and the technicians were already sitting at their stations.

Jack looked up at one of the monitors and asked, “This is safe, right?”

Dr. Mason continued to type away at his computer as he replied a little too fast, “Well, there are now certain protocols in place that will prevent an overload of the stargate and the plasma reactor should not experience any such problems with the power requirements that this experiment will require. Also, the new capacitors should hold our fairly well against the voltage that is going to be flowing through it, and the new circuit breakers will trip if anything becomes too dangerous.”

“This is safe, right?”

“It is.”

“Alright, carry on.”

Once again, Dr. Mason had the stargate dial an eight glyph address to the same planet as before. The inner track spun, and the chevrons lit up and locked like usual. In just a few short minutes, the stargate was finished dialing and had connected to the planet. Everyone in the control room waited. Suddenly, the stargate began drawing a hundred times more power than it usually did, but this time, the lights did not dim because the technicians had made sure that extra power was available from the civilian power stations. Then, the wormhole disengaged.

As what everyone had expected to happen, the stargate began dial automatically. One-by-one the chevrons engaged until the eighth one had locked. Then the inner track of the stargate spun for several minutes before the ninth chevron locked. Then the event horizon burst out from the center of the stargate. It then receded backwards until it had created a spinning, funnel-like effect coming out of the back of the stargate. A few seconds later, the spinning movement stopped and there was a stable wormhole leading to whatever lay beyond the event horizon.

“Send a MALP though,” ordered Dr. Mason.

A six wheeled, motorized probe with numerous sensors imbedded into it rumbled up the ramp and through the event horizon.

The technician next to Dr. Mason announced, “MALP reaches destination in 5…4…3…2…1…MALP in position. Now receiving telemetry.” He looked over the monitor in front of him. “I’m seeing some sort of futuristic room design. Nothing like I have ever seen before.”

“What are you reading on the atmospheric sensors?” asked Dr. Mason.

“Radiation is well within norms, oxygen levels are perfect, temperature levels are around seventy degrees Fahrenheit, and the gravity is equivalent to Earth’s.”

Jack spoke up from the back. “So what now?”

“We send a team.”

“Excellent.”

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A few minutes later, SG-2 was standing at the base of the ramp in the gate room. They had their usual BDUs on and were carrying their P-90 submachine guns and zat’ni’katels. The FRED, an eight-wheeled carrier for tools and supplies, had already gone through the event horizon to the other side. All that was needed now was authorization to begin their mission.

In the control room, Jack leaned over to the microphone and gave the command that he had not given in over twenty years. “SG-2, you have a go.”

SG-2 saluted simultaneously and walked up the ramp together, finally stepping through the event horizon.

Location: UNKNOWN
Allegiances: UNKNOWN

Travel through the Stargate had become something of a fact of normalcy for Ryan Wilson. Having traveled to nearly one hundred and seventy five planets starting as a newly recruited officer in SG26, then as temporary leader of SG7, then finally as Team Leader of SG2, Colonel Wilson was as experienced with off-world travel as anyone on the base. In fact, he had the most experience to date, since the retirement of the one and only SG1 team all those years ago. Fellow Team members, Major Danielle Rheinhard, Captain Travis Fielding, and Dr. Owen McAdams had followed his lead on more than sixty off-world missions. Despite having the absolute best training that money could buy and the cutting edge of state of the art technology, they were about the see that nothing they had encountered previously would be able to prepare them for what they were about to experience.

Just as they stepped through the puddle, they tried to brace themselves for whatever they may find on the other side of the wormhole. Before they left, they were told that the technicians had been able to track the wormhole to a Black hole identified on ESUS star charts as PSR BH 432-1, which according to Dr. Mason, was impossible. Wilson had reminded Dr. Wilson that the stargate was still connected somehow to a nine-chevron stargate, of which they also had thought was impossible. Not knowing what they would find on the other side, they prepared for the worse. As they arrived through the stargate on the world that theoretically couldn’t exist, they were astounded by what they saw.

The stargate was in a large pristine, white, dome-like structure with a large corridor cutting straight through the center of the dome and another corridor exactly the same in shape and size intersecting the dome perpendicular to the first corridor. The stargate was located opposite of this corridor on the far side of the dome. Oddly enough, this massive structure was completely empty of people. Col. Wilson looked around at the surroundings his team has been dropped in and immediately ordered his team to secure the stargate. Moving with near perfect precision, Major Rheinhard, Captain Fielding, and Dr. McAdams began to move to take positions that would allow them to control the most area with the least amount of exposure. While they were moving into position, a large crest over the tunnel directly opposite the stargate finally caught the Colonel’s eye. Shaped in the form of star, four angstrom symbols were positioned around a single central circle with four blue bolts of lightning aiming at the circle. He called out to McAdams.

“Owen, take a look at the crest over there. Does that look familiar to you in anyway?”

McAdams glanced over at the distance crest, and it did indeed look familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“Sir, I know I have seen that symbol before, but I’ll be damned if I know where I saw it last. Something that I find interesting is that it incorporates the Point of Origin on the Earth Gate. So, if I had to guess, I would say that the people who built this place are a group of descendants from Earth.”

This was startling. Was it even possible? A group of humans from Earth, who have the capability of constructing such a place? To Ryan, it was nearly inconceivable. All of a sudden, it came to him.

“Holy mother of…”

Catching the intonation in her commander’s voice, Major Rheinhard came up beside him to find out what had just happened.

“Sir?”

“Major, this is beyond all possibility. I thought they were all dead. How the Hell is this possible?”

Before she could inquire as to what he was going on about, the room suddenly disappeared around them and they materialized instantly in some other part of the facility. Looking down at his hands where his P90 had been, and then looking up to see his officers patting their chests trying to find out where all their gear had gone to, he realized they have just been moved to another place and all their weapons and gear had been taken. This cannot be good, he thought.

He called out to the room that apparently had no windows, doors or anyway out.

“I had better get it back.” (referring to his gear)

Suddenly, a voice was heard from right behind them.

“Don’t worry, Colonel Wilson, you are completely safe.”

He whirled around to see a stunning woman standing just inside a doorway that had not been there a moment before. Seeing as he had no way to defend himself or even make himself look imposing, he decided to be diplomatic. He sized her up in a matter of seconds. She was a tall woman, appearing to be about 1.75 meters tall, had dark brown hair and eyes to match. She was the ultimate definition of beautiful. Her clothing, while not being distasteful and revealing, obviously was designed to accentuate her features.

Feeling an attraction right at the beginning, the Colonel decided to make the first gesture of peace.

“Hello. We mean you and your people no harm. Seeing as you already know my name let me introduce the other members of my team. This is…”

“Yes, Colonel,” she interrupted. “I already know your team. You are Major Rheinhard, you Captain Fielding, and you Dr. McAdams. All from the planet Earth.”

As each of the team members’ names were mentioned they each gave a slight nod.

Never liking to be at a disadvantage in a situation like this, Col. Wilson took the initiative to find out what he could about their Situation.

“Alright. You know who we are. Would you please tell us, who YOU are and where WE are? We are not blessed with telepathy like you apparently are, not to mention, all the other blessings you seem to have been given.”

The obvious flattery was not lost on the strange beautiful woman. She laughed softly at the Colonel’s attempt to soften her by flattering her.

“You’re right Colonel. My apologies. I was told you and your team would be a bit overwhelmed with what you saw in the Terminal. I am Tirara Vinan, commander of this facility. You are among friends. You and your team are in a Military Command Facility located in a Time Dilation Field just outside your space/time universe. Welcome to the nation of Indra Prime.”

Colonel Wilson appeared to be quite perplexed as was the rest of his team. He knew that if this really was the nation of Indra Prime then he must find out all that he could. This is going to be one whopper of a story to tell back at the SGC, he thought just before he spoke to Tirara Vinan again.

“In our…universe, Indra Prime vanished many years ago without a single trace of where anyone had gone. I distinctly remember when we sent ships out to attempt to find any sort of clues, but when they returned with nothing, we had assumed that everyone was dead. What happened?”

Tirara always had a slightly amused look on her face, and that look was slightly increased when Colonel Wilson asked that question. She couldnt remember, how many times,nor in how many ways she had been asked this question or one just like it. She motioned them to follow her as the wall flowed aside like it was just water to let them through. As they began walking down a corridor similar to the one seen from the Stargate Terminal if a bit smaller, SG2 could see people going about their duties in the facility. Throughout the many corridors they saw, there was a general feel of ease and relaxation with no sense of hurry. Tirara saw that they were taking in all they could while they were there, but undoubtedly had many questions. So she began to answer the questions before they even came up.

"Many years ago, many of YOUR years ago, the nation of Indra Prime had been faced against an enemy so powerful, it quite effectively shattered the Indran Domain. Crews, stations, outposts, even entire planets found themselves fighting for survival against a race of being called the Suchae. After many years of conflict, my ancestors managed to defeat the Suchae and permanently drive them from our realm by sacrificing many millions of lives. Many of our vessels and outposts were destroyed by a massive temporal incursion that occured in what you refer to as the Triangulum Galaxy. Those vessels that were not destroyed were knocked off course and thrown many millions of years into the past. When they crash landed on a distant planet in Triangulum, they had no choice but to remain at that point in time. They lived out the remainder of their days, but not before subsequent generations had been born.
After many many years, they lost all knowledge of who they were. They became a totally separate race of humans. Scientists who survived the Great Cataclysm soon came to realize that they had absolutely no choice but to remain as they were, when they were. This unescapable decision rested with the fact that the descendants of this small faction of Indran People, would infact become the race that the original Indrans referred to the 'ancient race'. Unbeknownst to the Indrans just after the civilization had been formed, their descendants would be the ones that would develop the Temporal Crystal that would one day be found and power the Indran Temporal Technological Machine.
That was the bulk of the remainder of the Indran Civilization. The few that had managed to survive the War and survive the displacement, salvaged the second Temporal Observatory and came to the conclusion that it was necessary for the advancement of the rest of the universe if Indra Prime as a society were to dissapear. Every trace of Indra Prime, save internal records of other civilizations were removed from the universe. Ships, planets, stations, even entire star systems were temporally and spatially displaced. That is, of course, all the vessels that were not going to be necessary for the advancement of the timeline."

As they passed through by a wall that was slowly shifting close, the team could see a holographic environment that was testing the stability of the surrounding temporal dispersement field. The team stopped to get a better look, but Tirara motioned for them to keep following her. The Colonel knew he saw something of significant interest, so he had to ask the question.

"Alright. I dont know what I just saw in that room, but just looking at it for a second gave me a massive headache. What was going on in there?"

With the ever present smile in her eyes, she attempted to explain where exactly they were.

"Colonel, I dont know if you will be able to accept this, but as you are aware, your stargate apparently connected to a blackhole when you hooked up the Navigational Computer from the Novus Astrum and it dialed the ninth chevron. Back just before the Indran Civilization dissapeared, we knew of your role to play in the upcoming return of Indra Prime. So the Novus Astrum, which was soon to be the pride of the Indran Fleet, was left cloaked and out of the way until the right time for you to find her. It was necessary to place her in that location for you to find her so you could connect the NAVCOM and reach PSR BH 432-1. It is necessary to use the intense gravitational distortions created by the black hole to allow a wormhole to punch beyond its protective cover of subspace and allow it to penetrate the temporal dispersement field that is holding the Time Dilation Field together. They operate in conjunction to form a subtemporal bubble of space/time that can last indefinitely. This facility is generating that combination of fields. You are in this facility. Time as you know it, does not exist here."

Colonel Wilson stopped dead in his tracks. He scrutinized her very carefully.

"If time doesnt exist here, then just how old ARE you??" he asked incredulously.

Tirara laughed out loud this time with the smile as bright as ever in her eyes.

"Colonel, I thought you were a gentleman!" she said in mock horror. "You know its never polite to ask a lady her age!"

Getting a little bit more serious, but with the light of the laughter in her eyes, she gave him the information he was looking for, at least in part.

"Well, Colonel. I am one of the original command staff of the Temporal Incursion Fleet High Command. That should give you an idea about that. But enough with my age, we are at our destination."

The Colonel and his team looked around at where they had stopped. It looked like any other section of the corridor, it had the same white, silver and cerulean blue glow. He could not see any identifiable markings on the bulkhead anywhere.

"OK, I give. I have no idea where we are. And how do you people know where things are if they all blend in?"

"Well wait and see Colonel. You are about to see the core of this station. The Temporal Dispersement Field Generator and the Time Dilation Core that keeps this station from being pulled back into normal space/time."

She walked closer to the wall and quite suddently, yet quite fluidly, the wall flowed aside like an iris and revealed a small observation deck overlooking the Stations Generator and Core.

Colonel Wilson and the rest of SG-2 stood in complete awe of the massive room around them when they stepped out onto the apparently open observation deck that jutted out from the side of the room. The sheer size of the open space dwarfed even the largest of the Corporation’s football stadiums. One of the first things that could be noticed when entering the room was the tall cylindrical core that rose several thousand feet from the floor to the top of the white dome. The core emitted a low humming noise at it operated and it even glowed a bright cerulean blue that reflected off of the silver and white walls. At the base of the core and moving vertically were bolts of energy that burst out of the core and struck the walls in certain locations.

Dr. McAdams whistled and commented, “Impressive. The power requirements just to operate this must be astronomical.”

Meanwhile, Colonel Wilson glanced down through the transparent floor and noticed the bolts of energy rising, coming closer and closer to the observation deck. He assumed that they were safe here. There was not a reason why Tirara would have led them somewhere where they could get electrocuted, would she? It still made him jumpy when it was only inches from the bottom of the observation deck. Suddenly, a bolt of energy ejected from the core and came at the team. SG-2 was startled and most of them flinched except Colonel Wilson, who stepped back quickly, tripping over Dr. McAdams and sending both men crashing to the floor. The energy was soon deflected by an invisible shield and sent into the wall nearby.

With a slight grunt, Colonel Wilson got up from off of the floor, followed by Dr. McAdams. They both twisted their bodies slightly and several popping sounds could be heard.

“I can say this,” Wilson spoke to Tirara and smiled. “Your people like to build things that are big…and flashy.”

Colonel Thomas Sunday Junior, MA ACS, had been afraid he would be caught several times before now. Nowhe knew what he was looking at, and it seemed like time to reveal himself to the assembled masses.

He picked up his pace, using his camo and AG systems to conceal his presence, in order to get into the front of the little group.

He appeared. Nearly 7 feet tall, a simple faceted plasteel form, menacing in its size and lines, carrying something the size and general shape of an M-60 from modern earth. "Nice to see y'all again. I know the good people from The Corporation, and I have my suspicions about the rest. Tell me if I'm right. Y'all're from Indra Prime. I'm Colonel Thomas Sundy Junior. And y'all have got to be the biggest disappearing act of all time."

Colonel Wilson and the rest of his team were startled by the sudden appearance of this man and stepped back quickly, nearly tripping over one another. Normally, in this sort of situation, they would have drawn their weapons and took aim at the man, but unfortunately all theirs were taken away earlier.

Nevertheless, Wilson decided that there were not any other alternatives available to him so he took a somewhat diplomatic route and spoke Colonel Sunday. “Alright, Colonel, obviously you are not Indran. Where did you come from and how did you get here?”

Colonel Wilson and the rest of his team were startled by the sudden appearance of this man and stepped back quickly, nearly tripping over one another. Normally, in this sort of situation, they would have drawn their weapons and took aim at the man, but unfortunately all theirs were taken away earlier.

Nevertheless, Wilson decided that there were not any other alternatives available to him so he took a somewhat diplomatic route and spoke Colonel Sunday. “Alright, Colonel, obviously you are not Indran. Where did you come from and how did you get here?”

"I followed y'all." He paused for a moment, letting the gun sag and attatch to his armor, before reaching up and removing the helmet, revealing his face to everyone involved. He then removed a gauntlet, very calmly, opened a pouch at his waist, and removed a pack of cigarettes. He tapped one out, and held it out armslength in front of him, as a meter long gout of flame leapt out and lit it. He then put it to his lips, took a puff, and visibly relaxed. "Weren't all that hard, we got info somethin was goin down, and here I am. You saw how I appeared outta nowhere, so followin you wasn't that hard obviously. Now, if I'm right, I need to be talkin to that lady right there. Cause we need some help, and if Indra Prime is still out there, they may be just the big guns we need right about now."

Tirara leaned back against the rail, looking at the strange character that had just appeared in front of her and the SG Team from Northrop-Grumman. Unlike the ‘seasoned’ officers that were representing Northrop-Grumman, she was able to hide her surprise much more effectively. She studied the man, trying to ascertain his true intentions. From all outward appearances, he seemed to be completely relaxed in this situation, however, with all the years of mental training Tirara had received since childhood, she could tell that he was still tense at being in a situation that was one he did not expect. She didn’t want him to have any more leeway than he already did by just being on her base. She made a small gesture with her hand and the sensors in the wall picked up on the subtle move and immediately fired a pinpoint laser from a hidden emitter in the wall across the shield chamber. In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, the laser vaporized the cigarette and left a stunned face on the newly-visible Colonel. Seconds later, (summoned by another unseen gesture by Tirara) the platform overlooking the shield generator disappeared in the same fashion the Northrop-Grumman team was whisked away from the Stargate, when they first arrived.

When they materialized, Colonel Sunday was no longer wearing his protective suit, nor had access to his weapons, just as the Northrop-Grumman team had been relieved of theirs. Instead, he was wearing a slick white and silver uniform (or what could only be described as a uniform) which seemed to be tailored specifically for him. He looked down at the new threads, and was even more uncomfortable, being in the company of a group of people who had the ability to do things this quickly. He looked up at Tirara, who was now leaning against a table in the same room. SG2 looked at their surroundings, but having seen and done the things they have done since they arrived on the Indran Base, they were less shocked than the Colonel from Mini Miehm was.

“What the…”, the Col. Started to say.

Tirara, with the ever present twinkle in her eye looked at the Colonel and smiled. Though this time, it wasn’t the pure warm smile she shared with the Northrop-Grumman team. It was more along the lines of a soldier and a predator mixed with the knowledge of absolute dominance over an enemy or in this case, a potential enemy.

“Welcome Colonel. I am Tirara Vinan, commander of this facility. Your initial estimates were correct. This is the Military Command Facility for all Indra Prime Forces. However, in this place, we hold absolute power over space and time, so what reason would we have to trust you? You have followed an ally of ours, covertly, and trespassed onto the most secure Indran Facility in the multiverse inside a Time-Dilation Field just outside normal space/time. For that, I should kill you where you stand. Mini Miehm stood against Indra Prime in the battle over the Space Hulk many of your years ago. What possible motivation would I have in hearing you out or for that matter, even forstall releasing you into the Null Space that surrounds this outpost?”

"Ahright, first thing, you owe me for a cigarette. Them's expensive back home. Now, as for lettin me live. Here's how things've gone since you disappeared. EVERYTHING is falling apart. ESUS is dead, Alliance of Naggeroth is good as dead. Galactic Empire is in civil war. There's nothin left, there's a power vaccuum, and pretty soon someones going to start playing the Temporal card again. We already got a whiff of some of it coming, when that starts up things could get all shot to hell. There's only one group out there that can stop it, that's y'all. We were never close friends before, butnow we have a mutual need, cause when someone breaks the STC, even you have some trouble puttin things back together. You need us to keep youinformed, we need you to keep everything hanging to gether, or preferably make sure it doesn't happen. What do you say Commander? Is your security worth it?" He would have pulled out another cigarette, but they were gone with his suit, so he couldn't very well do that... "And could I get my cigarettes back? You caught me in the middle of a nicotine fit when you did that..."

Tirara took the words in and without even flinching, she acknowledged to herself that the single, most unlikely thread plotted in the Temporal Observatory somehow managed to dominate every single thread that had been predicted. Somehow, the timestream given a percentage chance of 0.0068% chance of happening bypassed the most promising thread that dealth with the continuing advancement of the ESUS and steps made toward restoration of Galactic and Universal Order. Despite her outward appearance of total control over the situation at hand, she felt all those years of dedication and pride in her fellow citizens drop a bit. Despite all the predictions, despite all the theories, the safety net Indra Prime had put in place all those years ago, did not hold up. The Galaxy was dying. She promised herself at that point, that as soon as this problem was resolved, she would head down to the Lead Scientist overseeing the Temporal Observatory and grill him for answers. Unfortunately, she already knew the answer. Even with the virtually unlimited intelligence they had at their disposal, even they could be wrong in some situations. Usually the problems were minor. Never anything of this magnitude. She sat quietly a few seconds after the Colonel finished looking at him, but staring at nothing in particular. Those seconds were all that he needed to tell that what he had said, came as a surprise to her. Tirara stood up from her reclined leaning position on the table and slowly began pacing the room. She paced for a few seconds then stopped to look at the Northrop-Grumman team also in the room, who had just witnessed the entire exchange. Now, every eye in the room was on her. She looked back at the Colonel with the twinkle in her eye gone along with the smile that always adorned her face. Now they could see, the cold and calculating General that commanded the base that would soon become enhanced with wartime efforts. When she spoke next, everyone in the room immediately realized, this was a woman who had the capability of leading vast armies into battle, who had the strength and determination to protect the one thing her nation held most dear, and the drive to see it through to the end. She finally spoke up.

"Alright Colonel. For the sake of argument, lets say that I believe every word you say. What makes you think Indra Prime has any desire or capability for that matter to stop the Galaxy from tearing itself apart at the seams? What has the Galaxy done to deserve such protection from us? Many years ago, we invested money, supplies, ships, even the lives of our Men and Women in an effort to protect the Space/Time Continuum. At every turn, we were met with hostility and resentment. We didnt HAVE to do that. We CHOSE to do that. We CHOSE to safeguard the lives and securities of all future generations of every civilization! In doing so, we were met with contempt and arrogance. In result, it had become time for Indra Prime to depart and let the Galaxy grow and learn to stand on its own. Now that the freedom from our 'tyrannical oversight' has turned into the Chaos you so fervently feared, you want us to return?! So I pose the question, what, in the name of all things Holy to you, do you think would make us want to return?!!"

Tirara took the words in and without even flinching, she acknowledged to herself that the single, most unlikely thread plotted in the Temporal Observatory somehow managed to dominate every single thread that had been predicted. Somehow, the timestream given a percentage chance of 0.0068% chance of happening bypassed the most promising thread that dealth with the continuing advancement of the ESUS and steps made toward restoration of Galactic and Universal Order. Despite her outward appearance of total control over the situation at hand, she felt all those years of dedication and pride in her fellow citizens drop a bit. Despite all the predictions, despite all the theories, the safety net Indra Prime had put in place all those years ago, did not hold up. The Galaxy was dying. She promised herself at that point, that as soon as this problem was resolved, she would head down to the Lead Scientist overseeing the Temporal Observatory and grill him for answers. Unfortunately, she already knew the answer. Even with the virtually unlimited intelligence they had at their disposal, even they could be wrong in some situations. Usually the problems were minor. Never anything of this magnitude. She sat quietly a few seconds after the Colonel finished looking at him, but staring at nothing in particular. Those seconds were all that he needed to tell that what he had said, came as a surprise to her. Tirara stood up from her reclined leaning position on the table and slowly began pacing the room. She paced for a few seconds then stopped to look at the Northrop-Grumman team also in the room, who had just witnessed the entire exchange. Now, every eye in the room was on her. She looked back at the Colonel with the twinkle in her eye gone along with the smile that always adorned her face. Now they could see, the cold and calculating General that commanded the base that would soon become enhanced with wartime efforts. When she spoke next, everyone in the room immediately realized, this was a woman who had the capability of leading vast armies into battle, who had the strength and determination to protect the one thing her nation held most dear, and the drive to see it through to the end. She finally spoke up.

"Alright Colonel. For the sake of argument, lets say that I believe every word you say. What makes you think Indra Prime has any desire or capability for that matter to stop the Galaxy from tearing itself apart at the seams? What has the Galaxy done to deserve such protection from us? Many years ago, we invested money, supplies, ships, even the lives of our Men and Women in an effort to protect the Space/Time Continuum. At every turn, we were met with hostility and resentment. We didnt HAVE to do that. We CHOSE to do that. We CHOSE to safeguard the lives and securities of all future generations of every civilization! In doing so, we were met with contempt and arrogance. In result, it had become time for Indra Prime to depart and let the Galaxy grow and learn to stand on its own. Now that the freedom from our 'tyrannical oversight' has turned into the Chaos you so fervently feared, you want us to return?! So I pose the question, what, in the name of all things Holy to you, do you think would make us want to return?!!"

"You won't be alone. Emperor Remiel, Emperor Roger, Empress Nightshade, many will stand beside you this time. Chronosia. The Galactic Empire. Everything that is left of the power in the galaxy needs someone to rally around. You have power, you have influence, and you have numbers. Chronosia will side with you, Mini Miehm, the remnants of a dozen empires and a hundred kingdoms. You'll have help this time, but we can't do this alone. We need help too. We've been trying to getthe ball rolling, but there simply aren't enough of us, and we don't have the power. You have power, we have numbers. Do we have a deal ma'am?"

Tirara resumed her slow pacing while the colonel was trying to make his case to her. Despite her intense initial response to the arrival of the news of a faltering galaxy, she was already planning steps that her nation would have to take in the upcoming campaign, though not one iota showed. She continued to pace at a slow rate, considering all of her options and what the colonel was requesting. She already knew that she was not going to execute him, and that she was going to accept his offer, but she couldnt make it seem like they would capitulate so quickly. She gave it a few more moments before she stopped and turned face him.

"Colonel, despite all of the reticence we have encountered when dealing in these matters, you bring to light an obvious need for leadership and command ability in the times ahead. We will do as you have asked, we will provide our knowledge and our technical expertise to lead the restoration of peace throughout the Galaxies. However, before a single Indran is moved beyond our Haven, I will require a meeting with all the leaders of these nations who are calling for our assistance. If we are to join with you, an alliance must be formed, a leadership must be chosen. This alliance will be based on a number of conditions that are required and non-negotiable. Number one, we will NOT be lured into the beauracracy of an Alliance. If we are to join, Indra Prime will be the leaders of all military actions in every military campaign, unless we give operational, temporary operational control, to another nation. We will be equal in rank to the highest member of the alliance and we will hold the positions of Senior Military Commander as well as Chief Intelligence Commander. Number Two, If an order is given from Indran Military Command, it MUST be followed. No more pussyfooting around trying to make sure all people are happy with the results. This is war. If all we all worry about the way people feel, your order will fall before it has a chance to succeed. If we are in this, we will be in this to win. Number Three, NO ONE, save the leaders of the alliance will know of our base of operations in this Haven. We have remained hidden for all these years, and no one will track us down. If we find out our trust has been betrayed, that individual, individuals or that nation will be dealt with quickly and harshly.

In return, The Indran Temporal Incursion Fleet will be reinstated on the new classes of vessels we have built, and they will act as the vice of which you wanted to clamp down on the chaos that reigns throughout the galaxies. This alliance must be held in the highest regard for all members, everyone will be respected and honored in the manner in which they deserve."

Tirara resumed her slow pacing while the colonel was trying to make his case to her. Despite her intense initial response to the arrival of the news of a faltering galaxy, she was already planning steps that her nation would have to take in the upcoming campaign, though not one iota showed. She continued to pace at a slow rate, considering all of her options and what the colonel was requesting. She already knew that she was not going to execute him, and that she was going to accept his offer, but she couldnt make it seem like they would capitulate so quickly. She gave it a few more moments before she stopped and turned face him.

"Colonel, despite all of the reticence we have encountered when dealing in these matters, you bring to light an obvious need for leadership and command ability in the times ahead. We will do as you have asked, we will provide our knowledge and our technical expertise to lead the restoration of peace throughout the Galaxies. However, before a single Indran is moved beyond our Haven, I will require a meeting with all the leaders of these nations who are calling for our assistance. If we are to join with you, an alliance must be formed, a leadership must be chosen. This alliance will be based on a number of conditions that are required and non-negotiable. Number one, we will NOT be lured into the beauracracy of an Alliance. If we are to join, Indra Prime will be the leaders of all military actions in every military campaign, unless we give operational, temporary operational control, to another nation. We will be equal in rank to the highest member of the alliance and we will hold the positions of Senior Military Commander as well as Chief Intelligence Commander. Number Two, If an order is given from Indran Military Command, it MUST be followed. No more pussyfooting around trying to make sure all people are happy with the results. This is war. If all we all worry about the way people feel, your order will fall before it has a chance to succeed. If we are in this, we will be in this to win. Number Three, NO ONE, save the leaders of the alliance will know of our base of operations in this Haven. We have remained hidden for all these years, and no one will track us down. If we find out our trust has been betrayed, that individual, individuals or that nation will be dealt with quickly and harshly.

In return, The Indran Temporal Incursion Fleet will be reinstated on the new classes of vessels we have built, and they will act as the vice of which you wanted to clamp down on the chaos that reigns throughout the galaxies. This alliance must be held in the highest regard for all members, everyone will be respected and honored in the manner in which they deserve."

"Let's rock. You give me back my suit, and give me 5 minutes on the other side of that gate, and we'll have at least one Emperor on his way out here. That'd be Master Rog. If thisisn't an acceptable meeting point there are places where we can not be located. We will assemble our "League", perhaps on one of the Emperor Battleships, or perhaps on the Battleglobe itself. That's a secure enough l;ocation with Dahak guarding it. Whatever you decide once you meet them, I can garauntee that if we hadn't gotten the information we did, when we did, this could never have happened. Your Haven is almost impossible to find unless you know exactly what to look for. I'll leave the rest of the arguments up to the diplomats. I've made my case, such as it is." He paused for a moment... "You still owe me that cigarette..."

“Damnit,” Colonel Wilson mumbled to himself after hearing how Sunday arrived here. He knew that, because of this, he would have a mess to go back to at Stargate Command. It wasn’t so much the paperwork about this now apparently large security leak, but instead was the fact that the Chairwoman was waiting back there to hear about this expedition. She was known all around to be quite obsessive when it came to security even to the point of nearly stabbing the person who told her something was wrong about it and those around her continuously watched their words.

Wilson sighed and spoke aloud to Sunday. “I certainly hope you’re not going through to our gate. Remember, we do have an iris and it will be closed.”

“Damnit,” Colonel Wilson mumbled to himself after hearing how Sunday arrived here. He knew that, because of this, he would have a mess to go back to at Stargate Command. It wasn’t so much the paperwork about this now apparently large security leak, but instead was the fact that the Chairwoman was waiting back there to hear about this expedition. She was known all around to be quite obsessive when it came to security even to the point of nearly stabbing the person who told her something was wrong about it and those around her continuously watched their words.

Wilson sighed and spoke aloud to Sunday. “I certainly hope you’re not going through to our gate. Remember, we do have an iris and it will be closed.”

"Why'd y'all do a damn fool thing like that? How the hell else am I supposed to get outta here, huh?"

“Well, we could very well open it for you if we had some of our gear, the GDOs in particular.” Wilson paused for a moment before he continued. “And the reason that we have an iris is so that we don’t have unauthorized people coming through into a...well…supposedly secure facility.”

“Well, we could very well open it for you if we had some of our gear, the GDOs in particular.” Wilson paused for a moment before he continued. “And the reason that we have an iris is so that we don’t have unauthorized people coming through into a...well…supposedly secure facility.”

"Heh. It's pretty hard to stop what you can't see, or detect, or hear... Though it looks like we all need bits and pieces of our gear back from our hosts."

Tirara listened to the bickering that was going on between Colonels Wilson and Sunday of Northrop-Grumman and Mini Miehm respectively and decided it was time to send them on their way. The same Indran Transportation beam swept through the room and deposited all six people back in the debarkation area around the stargate however, the room was not as they left it. SG2 and Colonel Sunday looked around and saw massive amounts of activity being done, apparently all done by the Indran Transportation Beams. Smooth crates were beaming in to one section of the dome, which could be assumed were supplies and other necessary things for the deployment of their troops. Defensive positions were being 'constructed', as the artifical embankments were slowly molding themselves out of the floor. Devices completely unknown to the foreigners were periodically being transported into the rapidly transforming Defense Facility. The visitors looked around and were totally amazed at the level of work being done, apparently on such short notice.

Colonel Wilson of SG2 turned to Tirara and did a double take. She was no longer wearing the flattering dress she had been wearing to this point. She was in what could only be described as an impressive military uniform, not unlike the outfit that was worn by Colonel Sunday in the conference room. He was quite taken aback at how flattering the anthricite-colored uniform flattered her, yet displayed her as the high ranking General she truly was. Noticing that his host was wearing different clothes, he remembered that his apparel had been changed and looked down to find all his gear, weapons and GDOs included, were in a nice pile at his feet, along with the other members of his team. Behind them, against the wall, stood Colonel Sunday's ACS suit (and his cigarettes). They all quickly donned their gear and as they were finishing, a low rumble was heard and movement at the ceiling of the dome caught everyone's attention.

What could only be described as a fluid motion, the white ceiling flowed away from the apex of the dome, leaving behind a clear observation dome with one impressive sight to behold. Right above them was a vessel unlike any they had ever seen before, in both its tremendous size and design, framed by the swirling color of the Time Dilation Field. From the nose of the vessel to the rear-most portion of the engine ports, it followed along the same design patterns found on this base. Smoothly swept back from the tip of the bow, to the 'tendrils' at the stern, she looked like she was one of the fastest vessels ever constructed. There were no hard lines about her structure and unlike the rest of the Indran Base, she did not have the peaceful display of white on her exterior. Her hull was the same color as Tirara's uniform, giving her a sleek and deadly look. Colonel Wilson turned back to Tirara, looking impressed, inquired about the ship above.

"Commander..., or is it General? Which do you prefer?"

Getting that twinkle back in her eye, yet remaining ever so representative of the dedicated Indran Military Command, responded.

"You can refer to me as either. As for the question you stopped in the process of asking, That is the new Phaeralon Class Flagship. The first class of Phaeralon Flagships were in the Indran Regular Fleet many millennia ago. Now she leads the new Temporal Incursion Fleet into battle."

Quite suddenly, the Stargate activated sending out the normal kawoosh as it happens with normal operations, catching the visitors off guard.

"We have reconnected back to Stargate Command on your planet. Please put into motion the meeting we require of the Alliance."

She handed both Colonel Wilson and Colonel Sunday a small silver data pad.

"Those pads are biometrically sealed to your fingerprints and tuned to your retinal patterns. No one else will be able to access the data on those pads. On them, you will find coordinates for the location where our Fleet will meet yours in your space/time along with a copy of the requirements for the meeting of the Alliance and our demands for the meeting to take place. We will expect to see at least a representative vessel from Northrop-Grumman and from Mini Miehm at the coordinates indicated.
"Also on your pad," she said speaking to Colonel Wilson "There are detailed instructions on how to integrate the NAVCOM you linked to your stargate without having to risk catastrophic overload. Both data pads also contain a unique access code to reactivate the NAVCOM, as by now, your scientists will have learned that they cannot reactivate it. Only by inserting these pads into its slot, will the NAVCOM reactivate and allow connection back to this base."

She gestured to the activity going on around her.

"As you can see, we are preparing for unwanted gate travellers. If the shield in the Stargate fails, then we will protect our base. The only way the shield will be lowered, is if the data pad is on your person. Consider it as our version of your GDO. You are all cleared to return back to your planet."

"Alright. Let's rock. Just gimme a few minutes to smoke this thing before we get going. You smoke in the suit and the underlayer starts actin funny, offended like. So, gimme a minute, I'll get this done with, nip through the gate, and get a transmission through to Roger. We'll meet you in a few days, and we'll see who we can bring with us." He lit another cigarette, and took a few puffs. "I think that this will be good."