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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by DKeith2011 » 2018-01-30 07:20pm

Will the SGC be coming out of the shadows now that the big immediate threats have been dealt with?

With clear evidence of very capable and friendly life out there willing to trade resources and technology I would think the powers that be would be looking to take advantage as soon as possible.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by fnord » 2018-01-30 07:46pm

How does the PTB taking advantage of trade with friendly life out there require blowing the lid off? How is it to the specific advantage of said powers that be?

We've already had a massive transfer of Tau'ri nuclear weapon material to the Terrans (who then bolted on naquada for an extra bang) that was disguised as strategic arms reduction.
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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-01-31 12:59pm

The IOA may disclose the Stargate int he gap between this story and the next. But don't expect to see much detail beyond "this happened" because that'd involve waaaay to much politics for my taste.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

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Post by DKeith2011 » 2018-01-31 03:08pm

Understandable.

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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-01-31 04:23pm

It certainly wouldn't be painless, and it would get mentioned, but it would be recounted along the lines of Adama or Lethbridge-Stewart asking O'Neill "How's the clean-up going after xyz?" An after-the-fact, broad-strokes version, rather the character-viewpoint flashbacks to when Warspite jumped away from the Colonies.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by DKeith2011 » 2018-01-31 05:20pm

Just imagining all the vindicated back-slapping going on at the History Channel makes me smile.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by Sky Captain » 2018-02-01 03:17pm

I think Stargate program remaining secret after Apophis attack at the end of Season 1 was major brainbug. No way it could be kept secret after those 2 Hataks blew up in low orbit spreading debris all over Earth destroying countless sattellites, some entering atmosphere and falling in random locations across the globe to be collected by meteorite hunters, analyzed by hundreds of labs, many outside the US influence and it wouldn't take a genius to discover those pieces of unknown material are remains of alien spacecraft that blew up in Earth orbit.

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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-01 04:57pm

Yeah, the "we must keep it secret" thing started to bug me after a while.Especially after "Fail Safe" in season 5 where you had actual amatuer astronomers spotting the big honking space rock only to be silenced by the ubiquitous black vans. And I have no idea how they got away with explaining the loss of the USS Nimitiz and her entire battle group as "a meteor shower."
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by DKeith2011 » 2018-02-02 05:33pm

The Antarctica battle alone should have blown the lid off.

A fleet of alien ships getting ripped to pieces by ascending ribbons of light should have been plainly visible to anyone with a decent pair of binoculars or back yard telescope.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by Sky Captain » 2018-02-02 06:50pm

Also when US started to build adavaced spaceships it would inevitably mean major aerospace companies like Boing and Lockheed Martin getting involved. Now just imagine the pressure from private sector to declasiffy and comercialize the technology.

Devoting few episodes to Stargate program going public would not change much in the general plot, there never was much attention to civilian life on Earth in the show anyway..

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-02 06:57pm

You make some good points, it's given me some ideas for how to handle the post-reveal exposition in the final Epilogue chapter.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-04 09:18am

Here we are, the penultimate chapter (sigh).

Epilogue Part Two: A Hero’s Return
Terran Orbital Space
One Month Later


The Task Force had made the long journey back from Pegasus as separate units. The Teal’c of Chu’lak had struck out on her own towards Ida and the Asgard shipyards she sorely needed, her speed slowed considerably by the damage she had taken over Lantea. The Samantha Carter and George Hammond had towed the crippled Daedalus back to Earth; they would remain there providing continued technological assistance and refits for both the Prometheus and the nearly-completed Odyssey and Korolev.

The Terran and Colonial ships had continued their jumps back to Terra. It had been a long and strange journey for the crews; none of them knew exactly what awaited them in the future. Many had joined the Fleet to protect Terra from the Cylon, and then the Wraith, menace. But now there was no threat on the horizon, and the Terran Commonwealth Navy and the Colonial Fleet faced a long peacetime.

There was no fear that the Fleet would be cut back with no enemy to fight, the Terrans wanted a strong fleet to safeguard their world and begin to fulfil their role in the Second Great Alliance as the heirs to the Ancients. The Colonials knew that while they couldn’t make their fleet bigger with their small population, they couldn’t afford to reduce it either, there just weren’t enough other jobs available in New Delphi for the hundreds of spacers who might choose to leave.

For two of the officers in the Fleet, returning home held more than just the promise of seeing their families again. Both Commander Wallace and Commander Fischer hoped to be given command of one of the next wave of Battlestars. They both felt that they had a good chance of being offered such a post; while there were more senior officers available, they had both seen battle and distinguished themselves. They were modest enough not to admit these feelings to anyone else however, so the return held a considerable amount of trepidation for them.

In the Warstar’s CIC, Commander Wallace stood at the central plot table opposite Captain Davies as they approached the final jump that would take them to Terra. Both men were excited at the thought of being home and taking some leave and relieved that the gruelling Pegasus campaign was behind them. Wallace was keeping an eye on the final jump preparations while Davies was reading a dispatch that Admiral Jellicoe had passed to him, a message from the Admiralty bearing news that was at once both good and bad. He needed to keep a straight face however so he could only chuckle internally rather than out loud.

Navigation reported that both the ship and the Task Force was ready, and from Fleet Ops Jellicoe gave the order to jump. The clock began counting and many of the crew unconsciously held their breath – as this would be their triumphant return it was hard not to feel excited.

Davies tucked the message form in his pocket and looked at his XO.

“Looking forward to getting home Phill?” He knew the answer of course, but it passed the time.

“Absolutely. I had a message from my bother last night that my second nephew was born that morning. I can’t wait to meet the little guy.” That was plain to see; Wallace’s face was lit up with delight at the prospect. The man didn’t have a wife and children of his own yet, so he took a great deal of joy in being an uncle.

The Captain chuckled. “Well after all this you’ve got a good chunk of leave time coming to you, I suggest you spend it with them and avoid all the women who’ll be chasing after one of the Heroes of Pegasus.” That was said with a wry smirk, both knew how the popular media was portraying the commanders, and indeed everyone, who were involved in the mission. Some loved the adulation and couldn’t wait to bask in it, but most were faintly embarrassed at it all.

Phill smirked back. “Yeah that’s a good plan. As for the women, well, I want someone who loves me for me, not some popular hero-image. Someone will come along eventually.”

Davies nodded. “I know what you mean. Remember what your father always says though.”

His XO chuckled fondly. “Yeah, “Son, if you wanted a normal life, you should’ve been an accountant.” I couldn’t miss out on all this though.” As he spoke, he looked around the large CIC with mixed feelings: even if he were given his own ship, he would miss serving on the Warstar.

The jump clock reached the last few seconds, curtailing their chat. The wave of disorientation passed over them but both were seasoned enough by now to barely feel any ill effects. The feeling passed and the sensor display began updating. The Ops Officer began the usual post-jump report.

“Jump 165 completed, sensors coming back up now.” They’d been forced to shorten the distance on the jumps as the drives on the Victorious and Warspite were showing strain and no-one wanted to be left behind so close to home. “Pre-jump calculations and post-jump coordinates are in alignment, we have arrived in orbit over Terra.”

There was a smattering of applause at that. It was good to be home. Tactical called out, as expected.
“Multiple contacts. Reading IFF’s…all friendly. The rest of the Fleet has turned out to meet us.” He pulled up an external camera feed for the Captain and XO to see.

Phill spoke softly, just enough for Davies to hear him. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.”

It was indeed. The massed ships of the Terran Commonwealth Navy were waiting for them in formation. At the centre was the huge bulk of the recently recommissioned Battlestar Eridanus, her hull now the same gleaming white of the other ships. Beside her was the other veteran, the Lionheart herself. Above and slightly behind were another three Battlestars, the newly-completed Indomitable, Illustrious and Vanguard. The destroyer flotillas, now numbering thirty-six ships were formed up around the Battlestars in squadrons of four, while the sixteen Explorers were formed up in neat rows. It was a stirring sight for any of the returning crews.

Phill though and a question, and it brought about the first stirrings of hope within him. He had consciously decided not to be hopeful but this sight overrode that.

“Why are Intrepid and Temeraire still in dock? Surely they’d have been finished with the other three.”

Davies smirked once again. “They’re waiting for their Captains. We need to get to the launch bay, we’re expected on Olympus Base.”

Olympus Base Flag Briefing Room,
One Hour Later


The room was occupied by the senior officers of the two fleets. Admirals Lethbridge-Stewart, Adama and Jellicoe stood in a row at the front, the Captains and Executive Officers of all the Battlestars, both those in the Task Force and those that stayed at Terra, filled the seats. There had been a flurry of greetings, and in the case of Kate Stewart and Lee Adama, grateful reunions with their fathers. Now though, everyone was settled; they knew they faced a number of long debriefings but this was something else, something special.

The moment had come. Lethbridge-Stewart cleared his voice.

“Listen up everyone. Commander Wallace, Commander Fischer, front and centre.” The two officers moved forwards. As they reached the front, Adama, acting as effective second-in-command, handled the rest of the protocol.

“Attention to orders!” He called out. The assembled Captains, Commanders and Colonels stood and snapped to attention in finest parade-ground fashion. Lethbridge-Stewart smiled at his subordinates before unrolling a scroll, the accepted method of conveying such an important moment. The Terran Admiral began to read.

“To all those here present, be it known that these Officers of the Terran Commonwealth Navy have shown themselves to be capable and skilled warriors and leaders. They have proven themselves in both war and peace to be men of honour and courage. Let it further be known that the Commanding Admiral of the Terran Commonwealth Navy, with the support and approval of the President of the Commonwealth and the Senate of Terra, do hereby promote these officers to the rank of Captain, with all the duties and privileges associated with that rank. This promotion is effective immediately.”

As he finished, Captain Davies and Commander Wallace had stepped up beside their seconds to present them with their new badges of rank. The insignia firmly attached, the two newly-minted Captains saluted their Commanding Admiral before shaking hands with him, Adama and Jellicoe. The Commanding Admiral was not quite finished with them yet.

“Captain Philip Wallace, you are hereby ordered to assume command of the Battlestar Temeraire and bring her and her crew to a fit state for service in the Commonwealth Navy.” He smiled and shook Phill’s hand again before turning to the other new Captain, who had a carefully-controlled smile on his face as he realised what was next.

“Captain Brian Fischer, you are hereby ordered to assume command of the Battlestar Intrepid and bring her and her crew to a fit state for service in the Commonwealth Navy. Congratulations to you both. Now, about face!”

The two Captains turned about to face their fellow officers who saluted the pair in one smooth motion. Phill and Brian returned the salute, and then Adama called out “At ease,” which was the cue for the audience to break out into applause. Debriefings could wait, for now, it was time to celebrate both the promotions and that they were all still here.

Battlestar Temeraire CIC,
The Next Day


Captain Wallace strode into his (his, he thought gleefully) CIC with purpose, returning the salute of the Marine guard as he passed through the hatch. He looked around with pride at the men and women dutifully manning their stations. His XO was Commander Watkins, an old comrade from the Barham – in fact a suspiciously large number of the lost Battlestar’s crew had found their way aboard the new ship: his Operations, Tactical and Air Ops Officers had all come from his old crew, as had most of his pilots and Marines.

Watkins saw him enter and called, in a strong clear tone that instantly cut through the usual chatter

“Captain on deck!” The crew snapped to attention. Phill nodded appreciatively as he walked up to the plot table.

“As you were.” He looked around again, drinking in the sights and sounds of his ship. She still smelled new, that strange scent known to sailors and spacers across the universe. It would take a few weeks for the “new” smell to fade, but for now, the corridors gleamed, the hatches and valves smelled of fresh sealant and lubricant, the uniforms were perfectly pressed. It was a good feeling.

He looked over a few reports as the ship’s clock ticked closer to midday, Lemuria time, when he would take the watch. All the times he’d had the watch before, on the Barham and the Nemesis, didn’t quite compare to this, for now he was not merely standing in for the Captain, he was the Captain and while the job had a lot of responsibility and pressure, it brought its own rewards.

The clock chimed and Phill looked at Watkins.

“XO, you’re relieved, I have the conn.”

Watkins grinned at him. “Captain has the conn, I stand relieved.”

Phill reached down and tapped in a note for the log. “Well XO, what state are we in?”

“All crew are aboard and all dock workers have left the ship. The Air Wing is waiting for us out past the outer marker. All compartments are manned and all systems are operational. Temeraire is fully at your command, Sir” Watkins answered formally, but with an irreverent smirk. It seemed that the Saul Tigh School for XO’s had spread further than Phill realised. Not that this was a bad thing, Saul had been an excellent and highly effective Executive Officer and had now proven a solid Commander as well.

“Very well.” Phill reached down and picked up the ship’s intercom. “All hands, this is the Captain, prepare for departure. Set Condition Two throughout the ship. Seal all airlocks and retract all moorings.” The handset was returned to the cradle. Phill turned to his Ops Officer.

“Signal the Dock Master and request permission to depart.”

“Aye Sir.”

Preparations continued even as Ops spoke to Olympus Control. Far aft in Main Engineering Chief Rogers began the process of diverting power to the thrusters and bringing the huge sublight drives to a ready condition.

Back in CIC, Ops turned to the Captain. “Olympus Control has granted departure clearance, all moorings retracted. We’re good to go Sir.”

Phill smiled. “Very good. Helm, thrusters only, all ahead full.”

“Thrusters only all ahead full aye Sir.”

In the stern, four powerful manoeuvring engines roared to life, pushing the mile-long warship out of her berth. Slowly, inch by inch, she cleared the huge superstructure until finally she was out in free space and heading for the outer marker.

“We’ve reached minimum safe distance Sir” reported Watkins.

“Very well. Engineering, activate sublight drives. Helm, all ahead one-third, bring us up to the rest of the Fleet and take station at the rear of Nemesis. Air Ops, begin recovery.”

A chorus of “Aye Sirs!” answered him. He stood back and watched his crew at work. So far, things were going well. Air Ops called up the ship’s CAG, patiently waiting with the other squadrons for this moment.

“Hazard, Temeraire, landing clearance granted, both bays.”

”Copy that, on approach to port bay.”

All told, Phill mused as the Cobras began their landings and his Battlestar pulled up alongside the Intrepid and the Indomitable, things were finally looking up. He’d had to fight in two vicious wars, but maybe his little nephews would only know peace. It was definitely a worthy goal.

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So there we go, only one chapter left now.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.

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Post by fnord » 2018-02-04 10:19am

As he finished, Captain Davies and Commander Wallace had stepped up beside their seconds
Wha? Shouldn't that second one be Lee Adama (as Fischer's previous captain, since Wallace's previous captain is already there)?

As Wallace and Fischer were promoted on the same day, how does that seniority tie get broken? Date of commission?

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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-04 10:26am

Damnit, I'd thought I'd caught all the typos. Yes, it should be Lee Adama, probably why I got confused since he's a Commander as well.

As for seniority, Terran practice is line officer takes precedent over staff officer, and then time in grade. With Wallace and Fischer, it'll come down to alphabetical order, so Fischer beats out Wallace.

Interestingly, this means that the senior Battlestar Commander at present is Arthur Pendragon, though he doesn't have a ship at the moment, followed by Mikhail Kirov and Lee Adama. So the current chain of command runs:

Lethbridge-Stewart -> William Adama -> John Jellicoe -> Wayne Davies -> Arthur Pendragon -> Mikhail Kirov -> Lee Adama -> Kate Stewart -> Stephen Garrett -> Saul Tigh -> David Beatty -> the three as-yet-unamed new Battlestar Captains -> Brian Fishcer -> Phill Wallace.

Stewart and Garrett were already Captains when they took command so they beat out Tigh, Beatty and the rest (but not Lee, but he's only slightly senior, as in a few weeks, to Bad Wolf and Abraxas), Saul got promoted to take over the new Big G before David Beatty took over Warspite, and the five new Captains are all at the bottom of the list.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.

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Post by U.P. Cinnabar » 2018-02-04 12:33pm

Is there anything left on the Twelve Colonies to scavenge? Will they be re-colonized now that the Cylons are gone? Will Terra pursue an open immigration policy allowing former Gou'ald slaves and ex-Wraith cattle to call Terra home, and boost the population?

Will Terra encounter the Ziru Sirka and touch off the Interstellar Wars?

(Traveller reference)

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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-04 12:40pm

A good few chapters back there was mention that the Explorer ships are searching the Colonies for anything salvageable - that's where Eridanus came from. As for re-colonising them...no. Not for decades at least. They just don't have enough people to make them even remotely sustainable yet.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

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Post by U.P. Cinnabar » 2018-02-04 12:53pm

I saw that after I posted. Getting older, don't do it.

As for the second question, that's partly why I asked about the Terran Commonwealth's immigration policies, as that's one way to boost the population that doesn't
involve mandatory procreation.

(or cloning, which is anethma for obvious reasons)
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Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-04 01:17pm

It's not the Terran Commonwealth that has population issues - they have about 5 billion people. It's the Twelve Colonies that have an issue - they only have about 60,000 people left. Well, soon to be a few thousand more thanks to a population boom caused by reaching Terra and being safe. Even if we're generous and assume it's evenly spread, that's only about 5,000 per Colony. There's just no way they can repopulate their old worlds even if those world's hadn't been nuked flat without a massive amount of help from Terra. Which they'd get, but they're already indebted to the Commonwealth to the tune of a lot of money and help.

And frankly, those 60,000 people have gone from the edge of the abyss to what is practically Paradise on Terra. They'd be fools to try and leave that to struggle for generations to rebuild their worlds.

Terra is open to immigrants, be they former Jaffa, Goa'uld slaves...or the leftover Cylon population on Dar'mok (something that will get mentioned next time), but it's not really an issue for them. The remnant Colonies aren't really interested in admitting immigrants to shore up numbers, because they want to preserve and rebuild their own civilisation and culture over time, which is difficult enough without having a load of offworlders coming in as well. They're going to be kinda xenophobic for a while, and given their situation it's not hard to see why.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

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Post by U.P. Cinnabar » 2018-02-04 02:59pm

Toasters immigrating to Terra. That's bound to go over well with the Colonists, especially if they're insular and xenophobic.

Even if the Cylons settle anywhere on Terra other than New Delphi.
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Post by DKeith2011 » 2018-02-09 07:14pm

Depending on the time jump leading up to the (hopeful) next arc, do you think it's likely that Earth will adapt Terran/Colonial ship designs or stick with it's own designs?

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Post by U.P. Cinnabar » 2018-02-10 12:02am

E_F's already said the Tau'ri are going to stick with their own ship designs.
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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by DKeith2011 » 2018-02-10 01:07am

Ah, missed that somewhere.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-10 11:51am

So here we go, the final chapter, and a whopper at just under 4,000 words

Epilogue Part Three: Reflections on Things Past
The Admiralty, New Delphi, Terra,
Two Years Later


William Adama finished reading the last report from the stack on his desk and set it down with a sigh. Things had finally settled down after two long and turbulent years; the long peace they had hoped for after the end of the Pegasus Campaign had not materialised. There had been too much change, too much upheaval in the galaxies for things to settle immediately. The human worlds in the Milky Way and in Pegasus had spent millennia under the yoke of a tyrannical species and with that threat swept away in such a short time (eight years for the Goa’uld, barely one for the Wraith) a great deal of cultures and civilisations suddenly had no central, unifying pillar, be that serving their “God” or surviving the cullings. It had been naïve of them to believe all those cultures would be able to immediately stand upright and interact with others without pain, violence and bloodshed.

Things for the Colonial Remnant had been better than most however. Their population had almost exploded, now standing at a shade under eighty thousand, and New Delphi was a thriving city, one of the most dynamic and motivated on Terra. Not three weeks before, he and Laura had officially opened the brand-new Caprican Institute of Technology, their first university. It had been an incredibly satisfying moment, even if it had required him to wear his full dress uniform including his Star of Kobol.

That thought made him glance over his shoulder at the display case behind his desk, the huge starburst medal at the centre. He was proud of the honour, he really was, but he didn’t particularly enjoy wearing the damn thing. For one, he had never placed much emphasis on showing off awards to others and bragging about them. He knew what he had done to earn it and that was enough. The other reason he disliked it was that the medal itself was rather heavy and uncomfortable to wear.

The Colonial Remnants had indeed found Paradise, even if the Fleet still had to fight to defend it. The Fleet itself had grown larger than he had anticipated; the Terrans showing their generosity once again. Now each of his four capital ships led a full Battlestar Group, comprising the group flagship, four of the Challenger class destroyers and two of the new Legend class cruisers.

The Legends were a design that the Terran shipwrights had dreamed up not long after the Second Great Alliance had been formed. They had recognised that they needed a mid-sized ship to provide heavy escort for the Battlestars and if needed a centrepiece for a destroyer flotilla. The ships were a full kilometre long and resembled a squashed Lionheart class Battlestar, in that they had the same engine section, central hull and wedge-shaped bow section, but there the similarities ended. Instead of flight pods arrayed outboard and below the centre hull, the midsection was thicker and wider, mounting a lot of point-defence mounts, turbolasers and missile batteries. The space saved by not including storage for an Air Wing was used to house expanded missile magazines, giving the ships considerable endurance.

The bow section held a trio of megalasers, though there was talk of replacing those with a cut-down version of the Ancient satellite weapon system at some point, once the technical wizards got the bugs worked out.

All told the Legends made a potent addition to his Battlestar Groups and he was glad that the eight he had been assigned (and the sixteen destroyers) all bore Colonial names and battle standards, even if their crews were Terran in origin. They were in fact crew exclusively by Terrans who had decided to transfer directly to the Colonial Fleet rather than the Commonwealth Navy, avoiding any confusion with the different rank structures.

The Terran portion of the Combined Fleet was also up to full strength again with the completion a year ago of the Battlestar Phoenix, commanded by Arthur Pendragon who had chosen the name himself, refusing the offer to name her Excalibur in honour of his previous ship. He had felt that the mythical, eternal fire-bird was an appropriate name for the new colossus.

And colossus she was. Built more along the lines of Eridanus than the Lionhearts, she was almost half again as large as her older fellows, twenty-two hundred metres from bow to stern, bristling with point-defence lasers and one hundred and twenty turbolasers, nearly double what a Lionheart carried. Her extended flight pods, with the Colonial-inspired “upside down” emergency landing deck running on the underside, housed two hundred and forty Cobras, plus two squadrons each of Scimitars and Scythes. The bows held no less than six megalasers surrounding a smaller version of the Warstar’s superlaser, it had proven to be about half as powerful as the original version, but this was more than enough to shatter heavy ships in a single salvo. A complement of forty heavy missile tubes rounded out her anti-ship punch.

She, along with the Eridanus and the five newer Lionhearts, had all already tasted battle. The Goa’uld and the Wraith were gone but there were plenty of people left looking for a fight. The Lucian Alliance, a grouping of criminal organisations that had emerged from secrecy in the wake of the fall of the System Lords, had managed to amass a reasonable size fleet and were using it to vigorously defend their territory from outsiders as well as raiding other worlds and transporting vast quantities of a dangerously addictive drug that was spreading across the galaxy, a plant variety called Kassa. The Tau’ri and the United Colonies were committed to stopping this trade, having seen the damage the addiction could cause. They had made it clear that they would intercept any shipments outside Lucian territory but the leadership did not want a full scale war, so shipments within the Alliance’s territory were off-limits.

Of course, the Lucian vessels were rarely willing to part with their valuable cargoes so fighting and skirmishes were inevitable, the most damaging being the battle over Langara, homeworld of former SG-1 member Jonas Quinn, when four Lucian Ha’taks had tried to deliver a massive kassa shipment by force. They had been stopped by the expedient method of Eridanus and Temeraire, and their Battle Groups, jumping in right on top of them. Someone on the Lucian ships had panicked and opened fire and the Battlestars returned it. After thirty furious minutes of powerful salvos crisscrossing back and forth, the Ha’taks had been destroyed, although the cruisers Athena and Kraken had taken heavy damage, as had the destroyers Delphi, Boskirk and Sanctum.

That had been far from the worst engagement though. The Lucians were annoying but not a serious threat. The most difficult problem had been the Free Jaffa Nation, despite the steadfast support many of their High Council had shown to the Tau’ri and the United Colonies (mainly in gratitude for finally killing Ba’al). One of their leaders, Gerak, had chafed at abandoning the old ways, had opposed any alliances with the Tau’ri, the United Colonies or the Asgard, saying they should stand alone as the Jaffa had always done.

His arguments swayed many hardliners, those who were a part of the Free Jaffa not because they truly believed they should be free but because their “Gods” had been caught in the Asgard blitzkrieg and annihilated. They were still slaves at heart and would follow their First Prime in place of their Goa’uld masters.

Arguments had given way to feuds and vendettas and finally, a year ago, into all-out civil war. It had been bloody but thankfully brief, primarily because Gerak had made a huge mistake. He had felt that he needed to cut away the support of his opponents Bra’tac, Teal’c and others and prevent the Tau’ri or the United Colonies from interfering. In typical Jaffa fashion, he felt the best way to dissuade them was to hit them first. He had taken the bulk of his fleet and launched simultaneous attacks on Earth and Terra, hoping to split the human response and achieve a local superiority.

It had been a costly mistake, as the humans were forewarned and prepared.

Over Terra the two dozen Ha’taks had come face to face with the entire Combined Fleet, backed up by the new and improved defence platforms around the greatly-expanded Olympus Base. The Nemesis and the Phoenix had opened the battle with their superlasers, obliterating six Ha’taks in short order as they quick-charged the guns. The massive megalaser salvo from every Battlestar, cruiser and destroyer that followed claimed another ten targets, their shields overwhelmed, their hulls incinerated, their crews dead and gone before they realised it. The final ships died to a volley of enhanced groundstrike missiles from Warspite and Pegasus, the fifty gigaton warheads surrounding and vaporising the huge pyramidal ships. The entire battle lasted two minutes and not a single shot from the Jaffa ships had been fired.

The battle over Terra had been a lot closer, for here the Tau’ri had only four ships, the recently refitted Prometheus, hanging back as a flagship and support vessel, and the repaired Daedalus in concert with the new Odyssey and Korolev supported by F-302 squadrons and the weapons platform in Antarctica. It had been close and bloody and the Tau'ri ships had all taken damage, even if they given far worse than they had taken.

The refits on thePrometheus in particular had proven successful; the SGC and Homeworld Security had recognised that the X-303 would never be able to stand and fight like the larger BC-304’s, so she had instead been completely rebuilt with Asgard help. Gone were the fighter bays and the missile launchers. Now she carried expanded facilities for flag officers, stronger shields and a huge spinal Asgard-designed plasma beam cannon, with Terran-built laser cannon mounts as a close-in armament. This was coupled with powerful sensors, communications and ECM gear to make her the perfect back-line support ship.

The Ancient drone weapons had finished off the bulk of the Jaffa fleet, and the quintet of Battlestar Groups that had arrived as reinforcements cut off Gerak’s retreat, but the battle had repercussions far beyond the collapse of Gerak’s faction. The various governments that made up the IOA and the Atlantis Expedition had been forced to reveal the Stargate, the existence of aliens, and the Second Great Alliance. This was not done by choice, but simply because they could not keep it a secret any longer.

In truth, disclosure had been an inevitability for years. Too many things had happened in and around Earth orbit for it to be kept secret. The destruction of Apophis’ attack force, the crash of the Beliskner, the naquada-laced asteroid Anubis had sent towards them, the crashing Ha’tak later that year, all culminating in the complete loss of the USS Nimitz had her whole group to a “meteor shower.”

Now though it could not be hidden, because this battle had seen a mostly-intact Ha’tak crash-land in the Chesapeake Bay after conducting a brief bombardment of several European cities before a drone salvo had disabled it and forced it out of orbit. Prague, Stuttgart, Calais and Bristol had all taken hits, luckily they were not the full-power planetary bombardment shots but the damage was done and impossible to conceal. The fact that the Ha’tak had caused a small tidal wave when it hit the water caused considerable damage along the American coast, and the hulk of the crashed ship was visible from a long way inland. The secret was well and truly out.

That disclosure had been greeted with a volatile mix of reactions. Many had been indifferent, most had been excited about the new technology the announcement brought; naquada and neutrino-ion generators spread like wildfire, providing clean, cheap energy. Terran medical science delighted millions suffering worldwide, and the plasma forges had been combined with the Asgard beaming system to create the ultimate recycling system; any rubbish or waste could be broken down into constituent elements and recombined into usable raw materials. The revelations brought a lot of good to the world.

It had not been universally welcomed though. The Middle East had exploded into violence: whether this was based on religious fanaticism over the existence of aliens or a nationalistic realisation that without a global oil dependency they had no say in global affairs any more no-one was sure. Seemingly every nation in the region struck out at their neighbours, seemingly determined to grab as much territory and as many people and resources as possible. The rest of the world responded to stop the bloodbath, and the Terrans helped.

The cruisers Franklin North and George Shtarker, along with four destroyers, took up positions hovering over the region, five thousand metres above the ground, their shields raised and their point-defence batteries shooting down any plane, missile or rocket that flew within range, while turbolaser batteries conducted pinpoint strikes to eliminate the logistics tails of the marauding armies. It had proven effective, but there had been consequences.

A Chinese General, one who was more than a touch paranoid and had never agreed with his government’s support for the IOA and the Americans, saw this alien intrusion as intolerable and took action. The twelve ICBM’s under his command were launched, half aimed at the Terran ships over the Middle East and the others at the USA. They had all been intercepted and the missile base responsible had been blasted by a precise superlaser strike from the Phoenix, high in orbit.

Needless to say that had put a damper on the relations between China and the other world governments, but things had eventually calmed down. The disclosure of the Stargate Program did have one advantage, with no need to keep things secret ships could be built much more quickly, already the 304’s Apollo, Conqueror and Sun Tzu had been commissioned by the Americans, British and Chinese respectively.

They would be needed. Adama sighed once again and reached for his coffee. While the outright combat had cooled down and Earth was stable once again, things were far from safe. The Lucian Alliance was still causing problems, kassa and its effects were spreading across the galaxy even if the pace had been slowed. A new religious movement called Origin was gaining momentum as well, spread by mysterious missionaries called Priors. It seemed benign enough, and certainly a good deal less harmful than the proclamations of the System Lords or the worshippers of the Wraith, but it was still troubling somewhat.

Over in Pegasus things were likewise unsettled. The Genii had emerged from hiding to find the Wraith annihilated and with their centuries-long goal achieved by someone else, things had not gone well. Chief Cowen had been usurped in a bloody coup d’état that had seen several nuclear weapons detonated on the surface of the Genii world, and his successor, Kolya, still bore a grudge against Atlantis and Colonel Sheppard in particular. The Genii had begun recruiting other worlds and civilisations into some kind of federation, one with the eventual goal of taking back the Pegasus Galaxy for themselves and throwing the humans from Earth and Terra out. They were not a threat yet and wouldn’t be for many, many years but they still needed to be monitored.

He sighed again. At least getting to and from Pegasus had become easier. Carter, McKay and Bazelgette had gotten together and devised what they called an intergalactic Gate Bridge, a chain of Stargates floating in the void that passed travellers on from one to another in the chain until reaching Midway Base, where they changed gate systems and proceeded on to either Earth or Terra. Midway Base itself was a large structure and served as a support base and way-station for ships making the voyage between galaxies.

This was where Bazelgette had really excelled himself. He had devised what could best be referred to as a jump-gate, a form of external FTL drive that could jump Battlestars between any two such gates. It was, in effect, a Stargate for ships. The power requirements were immense but the Asgard had helped, supplying their neutrino-ion generators to power the jump gates over Terra and Atlantis and at Midway. Now, a Battlestar could jump from Terra to Midway, move over to another jump-gate and then move on to Atlantis in a matter of hours. The jump-gates took time to charge and cool down and could only take one ship at a time, which was why multiple gates had been built at all three sites, enough to move a complete Battlestar Group at once.

This had been the final help from the Asgard however. Bill’s thoughts darkened. He had grown to respect the small grey beings a great deal over the past years, and now circumstances had driven them apart.

Six months ago, it had been discovered that something, or someone had corrupted the Asgard genetic database, meaning that every new clone generation would suffer crippling degenerative diseases. Despite the best efforts of Heimdall, the SGC, the Terrans and the Nox, this could not be reversed.

The Asgard had not gone quietly into the night however. They once again put their faith in their technology by constructing the Ark in an empty star system halfway between Earth and Terra. The Ark was a vast computer complex the size of Earth’s Moon, armoured and shielded to withstand anything short of a supernova. The Asgard uploaded their minds to the Ark, abandoning their bodies. Those minds, coupled with the vast computing power of the Ark, would spend a thousand years decompiling the Asgard genome, eliminating the corrupted elements and restoring them to how they had been thirty millennia before. The outer decks of the huge construct held docks for the entire Asgard Fleet which had carried every single one of them from Ida. Orilla’s star had, like Halla’s, been collapsed into a black hole to prevent any remaining technology falling into the wrong hands.

The Asgard had set up a temporal field around the Ark, so that while a thousand years would pass for them, only ten would pass for the wider galaxy. They were committed to their allies and the protected planets and could not stay away for long. They had handed over all the needed plans for the technology they had given to Earth and Terra, along with the systems needed to build them, with barely a second thought.

Thor had asked the Tau’ri and the United Colonies for just one thing before he left for the Ark: “Watch over us while we sleep.”

And they would. A permanent Fleet presence had been established. One Battlestar Group was always present in the Ark system, and Sentinel Base, a powerful battle station, was well on the way to being completed and at least one Tau’ri ship joined them on patrol as well. The Asgard had done so much for them, they would honour their friend’s last request.

Now however, Bill was faced with a difficult problem. With just fourteen battle groups available (including the Command Group centred on Nemesis and at double strength with four cruisers and eight destroyers) he had to maintain the defence of Terra, keep one group watching over the Ark, maintain patrols of the Protected Planets and provide a deterrent force against the Lucian Alliance. He also had to keep another group in the Pegasus Galaxy to support the expanded Atlantis Expedition (which now included a strong Terran and Colonial contingent). Finally, he needed to have ships patrol the dead worlds that were formerly the Twelve Colonies. The Explorers had long finished their salvage survey, the Eridanus being the only thing of note, but he, Laura, Jellicoe and Kirov were determined to maintain a presence there. It would be practically impossible to try and resettle them for at least another few decades but for now they remained sovereign Colonial territory.

Even with the expanded Fleet, he barely had enough ships and men available. At least the constant patrols and minor skirmishes had been highly effective and seasoning his largely green crews. He grimaced at that, at the job that Lethbridge-Stewart and given him. The Terran remained as Commanding Admiral of the Commonwealth Navy and as CINC of the Combined Fleet, while Adama was the Colonial Admiral of the Fleet and effective second-in-command to Alistair. Which meant he was also the Chief of Operations for the Combined Fleet, responsible for deployments, manpower and training. Last time he had grumbled about this to Vice-Admiral Jellicoe, who had kept his flag aboard Nemesis and filled the post of Commander Battle Fleet, the younger officer had smirked at him and reminded Bill that he’d said he’d seen enough of frontline combat.

Bill had retaliated in a sensible and mature fashion by glaring at him until Jellicoe stopped sniggering, and then poured them both another drink.

He just didn’t have enough ships and men to deal with any new problems. Luckily, he thought, there weren’t any new problems on the horizon.

Sagittarius A*, Supermassive Black Hole, Milky Way Galactic Core
Mere Moments Later


Fate, it seemed, delighted in messing with poor Admiral Adama. At the centre of the Milky Way was the huge black hole known to the Tau’ri by the somewhat uninspired name of Sagittarius A*. It was heavier than two hundred million stars, even the Asgard and the Alterra had never bothered calculating its precise mass. The vast accretion disc was lit up with brilliant colours as matter was pulled over the event horizon, brilliant waves of x rays and gamma rays shooting out, only barely fast enough to escape the tremendous gravity well. No living beings had been this close in twelve thousand years. Only a handful of species had the technology that would allow them to get this close and leave unharmed, and those species that did never bothered.

There, in a stable orbit around the event horizon, floated the huge Furling Beacon. The structure was twenty kilometres across, most of it taken up by huge energy collectors that siphoned off some of the torrent of radiation thrown off by the accretion disc, turning it into useful energy for the almost ludicrously strong engines and shields needed to keep the beacon safely in place.

At the beacon’s centre was the single most advanced and powerful sensor array in existence. It monitored every star in the Milky Way and every other galaxy within ten million light years, waiting for a very specific set of conditions to be met, the conditions that would activate the very special communications system and summon the Furlings back to their region of space.

It was believed by the Asgard and the Nox that the Furlings had gone off to fight some much greater threat and they would return when they triumphed, or failing that would not return at all. This belief was wrong. The Beacon was there to summon the Furlings from their slumber when the threat they had foreseen reached this galactic cluster. And with every passing moment, those conditions crept closer and closer to being a reality.

Finally, after two years, the Beacon detected the subspace echoes of the rigged ZPM bomb that had obliterated Lantea in a false vacuum collapse. This was the final trigger. The communications system activated, sending its signal out into the ether. They had a year, perhaps slightly longer, before this great threat arrived in known space.

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And there we go folks, the end of the story!

So we cover a lot of exposition here, and hopefully set up the fact that while the Tau'ri and United Colonies are the most powerful factions, they are far from being totally dominant, and are stretched thin. Yes, the Ori are around and the Priors are spreading the Good Word, but in my version it's a hell of a lot gentler, with less burning at the stake and more "be nice to each other." Of course, they could merely be a ploy by the Ori to gain more followers peacefully, and use the energy drawn from the worship to destroy the other Ascended once and for all. Or not, I haven't decided yet. After all, it's been a very long time, the Ori may well have mellowed considerably and are no longer as terrible as the Ascended Alterra believe.

And yes, the Furlings are coming back for the sequel. I am currently planning the sequel in my head but I haven't yet nailed down exactly what this threat is. It's difficult, because I need a threat that can plausibly take on the United Colonies and the Tau'ri, and the Furlings without being a curbstomp for either side. This is proving quite difficult.

However, some present candidates are:

-The Tyranids from 40K
-A temporally-displaced Imperial Crusade Fleet, also from 40K (though for either scenario, I'm not sure what the Furlings would be)
-The Magog from Andromeda (this actually seems to fit quite well, and the Furlings can be the Vedrans who set up the Commonwealth in that alternate universe, conveniently about 10,000 years before the MAgog show up, and their home system was lost and "cut off from the slipstream" during the Fall of the Commonwealth)
-I am also considering the Borg, also from an alternate/parallel universe (something both SG1 and Star Trek have in abundance) with the Furlings taking the place of,say, the Voth or other powerful anti-Borg faction.

Other suggestions are welcome.

A note on the new Legend cruisers, yep they are named after, well, Legends. So Kraken, Hydra, Chimera, Franklin North and George Shtarker are some chosen names. Possibly may include ships named for other Star of Kobol Winners, so expect to hear mention of the Cassandra Cameron, James McKenna or Artemus Bowman in future. The eight Colonial vessels of this class are all named for Lords of Kobol (so they have Zeus, Prometheus, Athena, Poseidon, Hades, Demeter, Hera and Heracles, while the twenty-two Terran ships have more general "legendary" names (beasts of myth, the two lost Heroes of Terra among others). the Colonial Destroyers are all named for cities (hence Deplhi (Caprica), Boskirk (Virgon) and Sanctum (Geminon)).

A final note on the various Admirals and chain of command: Lethbridge-Stewart is boss man of the TCN and overall boss of the Combined Fleet. Adama is boss-man for the Colonial Fleet and XO for the COmbined Fleet, but Jellicoe is the operational fleet commander.

For a real-life comparison: Lethbridge Stewart is the CNO/First Sea Lord, Adama is VCNO/Second Sea Lord, and Jellicoe, aptly enough, is commander of the Grand Fleet, the frontline commander. Alistair and Bill stay back at Olympus Base or the Headquarters in Lemuria or New Delphi while Jellicoe is embarked ont he fleet flagship Nemesis, and frankly "Commander, Battle Fleet" sounds way too awesome to not use :D
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.

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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by U.P. Cinnabar » 2018-02-10 01:08pm

Not the Kilrathi?! I wanted to see if Lionheart was the Heart of the Tiger.

If you go with the Magog/Spirit of the Abyss, it would be interesting to see how the Combined Fleet fares against the World Ship. And, the Drago-Jerkoffs.

And, whether or not the United Colonies/Alliance successfully incorporate PSPs into their battlestar designs.

I still say you should go with the original masters of missile spam, the Vilani.
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Re: The Thirteenth Tribe (nBSG/SG Crossover)

Post by Eternal_Freedom » 2018-02-10 03:40pm

As tempting as the Kilrathi are, I only ever played Wing Commander: Prophecy, so my only real knowledge of the angry cat people comes from SFDebris' Wing Commander III review. And I have no idea who the Vilani are.

This is why I'm leaning towards something from 40K or the Magog, I know the settings well enough to flesh out and build on the ships and capabilities. The 40K idea interests me more, as if I wanted to I could include my own hidden faction, the Hellrazers, and their flagship Gloriana class 27km-long battleship Hellfire, as a force sent by the Furlings to aid them.

If I did go with the Magog, I don't think the Niezcheans (sp?) would appear - this would be the Furlings/Vedrans retreating to their home universe knowing the Magog will have detected that false vacuum collapse and coem to investigate.

Point-Singularity Projectors as Battlestar weapons? Intriguing....I've no idea how well they would work agaisnt energy shields though.
Baltar: "I don't want to miss a moment of the last Battlestar's destruction!"
Centurion: "Sir, I really think you should look at the other Battlestar."
Baltar: "What are you babbling about other...it's impossible!"
Centurion: "No. It is a Battlestar."

Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.

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