söndag 24 november 2013

Summary Stargate Fanfic

Ok if you at any point think you'll read my SGA fanfic series then this outline is pretty much as much spoiler as spoiler gets. Just saying

The point of this story isn't really Hoglund, never was, he's a macguffin of sorts, a vessel for bringing the story forward, the real main characters are Sora, Tyrus and the genii (espeically Athor, and the Radim siblings). Hoglund is mostly there as a pair of eyes for the reader to look through (since it's much harder to tell a story from the perspective of a an alien)


Book 1
Rising - the storm
9 episodes

Hoglund arrives in Pegasus and explores atlantis along the science team and some combat tecnicians under the command on Captain Nathan Jones.
Several deaths and unexplained cases of sabotage, later Hoglund realises Jones is behind it and during the events of storm (but before the evacuation) they fight and Hoglund kills Jones.
Hoglund is then evacuated from Atlantis along most of the crew. once on Manara he gets himself drunk (he's just murdered a former friend it seems like the way most people would deal with that)  and while being drunk he meets and tries to hit on sora who rifle buts him in the face and dumps him in a cellar.

The book is about how Hoglund about Atlantis and it's inhabitants (rather than just relying and caring about himself, "I'm not a psychopath I just had a hard life")

Book 2
the eye - the siege part 2 (ish)
10 episodes (+/- 0-1 episode)

We follow Sora through the events of the genii occupation of Atlantis. then after she's taken prisoner (/surrenders) we follow Hoglund as he interviews her and they find themselves affected by the stockholm syndrome.
Hoglund goes offworld a few times and encounters what appears to be ori woshippers (and learn of the events that really led up to the latintian-wraith war)

This book is about how Sora's influence on Hoglund force him to view pegasus from the point of view of it's inhabitants. It's also a book about how Sora comes to terms with lanteans and the actions of her people in relation to them.

Book 3
The siege part 3 (ish) - coup d'etat
17 episodes (+/- 0-1 episodes)

After the events of the siege captain William 'Bill' ______ of the SBS (who firsts whows up during the siege) is assigned to atlantis and is given an offworld team. He recruits Hoglund as his science officer and Sora as his alien liaison.
A cold war situation develops in Pegasus, with Atlantis and the geniistruggling for influence over other culture and worlds. Sometimes they tear down corrupt regimes but just as often they find themseves helping local warlords stay in power to prevent the genii from taking over.
Then come coup d'etat Sora tries to warn the lanteans about trusting Laden, and says he'll be worse than Cowen they let him.
Even after the situation is resolved Sora is disillusioned with Atlantis and starts speaking about leaving the city. That she may be of more use to pegasus if she returned to the genii.

Book 4Michael - The return part 1 (ish)
13 episodes (+/- 0-1 episodes)

With peace with the genii established Atlantis turns it's attention back to the wraith threat. With the first Michael situation arising Hoglund and sora is pro whiping the wraith out they are after all wraith. After first contact with the Asurans the team does several raids on Asuran outposts to capture technology and preferable ZPM's. Hoglund holds that the Asurans may be the ones chance they have of truly unlocking the secrets of the ancients.
When shepard is captured by Kolya the team uses Sora's genii contacts to try to track him down. Instead they find indicators of how Ladon has been wielding/abusing the power of his office, and considering that Atlantis is allied with him Sora grows ever more inclined towards leaving Atlantis.
When the ancients return and the expedition leave Sora goes to find the only genii commander who could oppose Ladon the legendary commander Athor. Hoglund tries to defect to follow her but is found out and brought back to earth. There he is disbared from the stargate program because he tried to go AWOL.

Book 5
The Return part 2 (ish) - missing
17 episodes (+/- 0-1 episodes)

Hoglund stuggles on earth to find a way to return to Pegasus. Meanwhile Sora seeks out commander Athor and convince him to come out of retirement and start a resistance movement again Ladon.

Hoglund finds some pieces about the great library (turns out the one in alexandria was a pale copy of an ancient one) that he brings to daniel jacksson and thus gets acess to the stargate. Now hoglund expected the library to be  a hoax but it turns out to be the real thing and ancient outpost, inside it Hoglund finds a reference to a atlantis class city ship in pegasus and manages to go awol on SG-1 when the library comes under attack from ori.
He joins up with sora and Athor (who doesnt like Hoglund becuase his son was killed by shepard and lanteans like lanteans) he brings their breakaway faction to the city that becomes known as the lighthouse.
Ladons genii name them terrorists and the department of homeworld security puts out a warrent for hoglunds arrest as a deserter. Once Atlantis comes back under earth controll they also have to avoid Atlantis teams sent out to capture hoglund. At the same time Hoglund raids asuran strongholds (as well as caches of ancient tech left by atlantis) to repair the lighthouse.
Captain ____ is tasked with leading a new SG team specifically founded to bring Hoglund in, on special request from ladon that "Atlantis deals with this menace it has created". Captain ___ however avoids capturing Hoglund and even manages to aid him a  few times, since only ladon and the DHS seems to be the least bit intrested in Hoglund it's allowed to slip by.
When given the chance he tells Hogund about becketts death. But soon after than Hoglund meets beckett who has ascended (with help), Beckett tells Hoglund that michael is still alive and and using has a lab on Hoff where he tries to unlock the secrets of the Hoffan drug. Hoglund and sora and their team plans to attack and destroy the lab.
Meanwhile a IOA special agent has taken over the hunt for Hoglund and somehow finds out he'll be on Hoff (maybee someone betrays hoglud to ladon who then tells the IOA?)
They all clash on Hoff and are trapped by michael's forces, they find that michael has tried unsucessfully to clone beckett, ascended beckett tells them it wont work since a clone lack the energy component of the original person.
Beckett is forced to use his ascended powers to get them out of there safely but is then quickly stopped by the others. Michaels lab is destroyed but but michael gets away with the drug and a clone that seems to have awoken after the ascended beckett dissapeared.

Book 6
the seer - search and rescue
14 episodes

Under the ever more pressing the ever more pressing threatof michael's hybrids Hoglund Sora and Athor decide to join forces with Ladon's genii. Because of this Hoglund is given a teporary pardon by the IOA (or actually by Carter).
However when the assassin attempt on Harmony is foudn out Ladon blames Hoglund's faction again. Upon running into beckett again Hoglund theorizes that the ascended may have dumped Beckett's nergy component into the clone body when they deascended him.
sora and hoglund meets sora's father who has been made a runner, in order to protect them he has to leave though.
As hoglund sets up to help rescue teyla ladon attacks them, Hoglund submerges the lighthouse rather than let it fall into genii hands. Ladon launches a nuclear bomb agaisnt the city and while the shield and the water soak up most of the blast Sora is in a  weakened section and gets hit by the radiation.

Book 7
the seed - inquisition
11 episodes

Hoglunds faction seeks out cultures in the galawy to find the pegasus federation in order to marinalise Ladon's power. But it is inflitrated by genii loyalists. When shepards team is taken by the genii captain ___ comes to Hoglund for help the trail leads them to ladon. Sora is begining to sugger from heavy symptoms of radiation poisoning.
Hoglund's faction commits to a coup agaisnt ladon and Hoglund kills ladon. Athor, blames Hoglund as a lantean for the civil war and assumes command of the genii. Hoglund returns with Sora who is slipping into dilerium to the sunken lighthouse. He tries to get help from atlantis but atlanstis has problems with the genii because of his actions and Woolsey wont even speak to him.

book 8
The prodigal - past the end of the series.
Hoglund seeks a cure for sora but but even after he gets help from beckett he's told that at this point there's nothing he can do. The last wave of radiation was the final straw to her otherwise high lifetime exposure to radiation. If Hoglund had gotten her to backett right after it happened then maybee. After Atlantis returns to earht hoglund relaises that the ascension machine (from tao of rodeney) could let her live beyong her mortal lifespan. He hijacks a traveller ship upgrades the warpdrive to intergalactic (yeah he can do that I'll come up wth some plebotheum) he goes to earth and infiltrates atlantis gets sora to use and survive the ascendometer. Hoglund beams her back to his ship, she awakens jsut to see earth assuming the ship to be threat open fire upon it from atlantis. She says goodbye to Hoglund before the ship blows up.
A broken Hoglund is brought to trail for his actions in Pegasus, but then he starts blaming athor for sora's death and escapes and somehow get's back to pegasus where he is to unleash a superweapon upon the genii capital, but relaises he has lost it when Sora appears before him and tells him he shouldnt. The SG people arrive to stop him to see he already has started to stop it. With Mckay's help hoglund stops the machine but the transports mckay out of there was the machine blows up killing him. Shepards team and captain ___ goes down to the surface to meet athor, who promptly betrays them and reveals he had planned most of the events to be able to avenge his sons death on shepard. But then Dahlia Radim leads an unbloody coup agaist him, saying that unlike Ladon and Athor she won't kill he predessecor becuase as a reign begins it continues. She asks the lanteans to take Athor into custody then Athor draws a gun to shoot shepard but is himself shot in the arm by an unknown gunman. Who turns out to be Tyrus. Tyrus kneels over the bleeding athor and athor says soemthing and athor replies "You did one mistake Athor, you shouldn't have let my daughter die" before killing him.

then we pan to a scene where Bill standing on a pier of atlantis, Sora and Hoglund comes up to him, and he asks them if they are really there.
"I'm sorry bill you know we can't answer that" hoglund said
"This is where our path diverge William" Sora smiled. and then they faded away.

lördag 23 november 2013

The Trail Of Koronus

Karhellion limped down the mountainside towards the simple structure that was the shrine of Koronus. Of course it was not one of the great shrines, Koronus had few great shrines, the temple in tor achare was unique in that respect. No this shrine was little more than a cave that had been extended with an atrium. The southern kingdoms deemed the simple shrines of Koronus as barabaric, as they did many of the customs of Chrace. Of course they never said anything about the equally simple shrines of Isha that could be found everywhere on Ulthuan. The cult of Isha had held little power since the time of aenarion but the elves had long memories. Karhellion staggered under the weight of the white lion on his shoulders. The southerners belived thta only those seeking a place in the pheonix king's white lions did the rite known as the trail of Koronus. They understood so little, a fair few chracians attempted the trail and while only those who who had conquered the trail could join the phoenix king's legendary bodyguard there were other functions that also required it. Such as becomming a priest of Koronus, like the old elf that rose to meet him from one of the benches before the temple.
Haraldar was not specifically the priest of the shrine, the shrines of Koronus had no permanent priests, anyone may make use of them, all those who had undergone the trail might count themselves as priests of Koronus in some respect, except those sworn to other duties that was, and thus kept an eye on the shrines they happened to live nereby or travel past. Only the great temple in tor achare had a permanent detatchment of priests. Haraldar had gone further on the path of Koronus than most however, Karhellion's father even said he might one day become the high priest of the cult. Karhellion felt fortunate that such an esteemed man may be in charge of his trail.
The old elf stood, the elves lived long lives, and when one was old enough to truly show age then one knew they were truly ancient.
”The young hunter returns” He said with a smile, Karhellion was a bit disturbed by the fact that he seemed to have fangs like a canine. His voice was unlike the soft voices of most of their people it was a deep rumble almost as if there was the roar of a lion somewhere deep inside it. The old elf was quite unlike the priest of other realms to haraldar had served as a white lion for twohundred years before dedicating himself to the god, he was the largest most muscular elf Karhellion had ever seen, even in chrace and his eyes reminded the younger elf of a bird of prey. Two others emerged from the shrine, other who had undergone the trail and begun down the path of Koronus, but no one related to Karhellion. That was by tradition, though no living relative of his had gone through the trail anyway.
”I have slain the beast” Karhellion gasped and let his burden fall on the ground. It had not been an easy fight, the ancients claimed that once the trail had been undertaken with ones bare hands, and they say that the current captain of the White lions had done it that way, but today most wielded the woodsman's axe. Even then a white lion was a fierce and merciless opponent. ”I have beaten the trail of the god” he roared in satisfaction lifting his axe to the skies.
”Not yet you havent, boy” one of the others said he was a fairly young elf perhaps ony a century or so older than Karhellion himself but with a massive scar right across his face, Karhellion didn't know his name, it was not required of him to know their names, he had been told that the lion cloaks around their shoulders was all he needed to know. But from the scar clearly made by a weapon and not by a beast and his bearing that he was a warrior, perhaps even one of the white lions. The old priest nodded.
”You have killed the beast, but Koronus is the good of the hunt not the good of killing, if it is that elation you seek only the cyrathii can slake your thirst. The goods of the Asur will never ask you to kill for the sake of killing”
”I don't understand” Karhellion respended confused, he was standing there bleeding from a dozen places and the priest wanted to discuss schemantics.
”The hard part of the trail is still before you” the last of the older elves, he was older than the scarred one but yet his hair was still brown rather than white as the priest, the priest was large but this elf was even larger. Karhellion entered the shrine with the two older elves followign him. There were no chairs in the shrine intead there were animal hies left there was offerings by hunters in ages past, the two older elves sat down on them, and so did the young hunter. Then the priest entered with a bowl in front of him. He sat down on the hides so they formed a circle with him right across from Karhellion and set the bowl seemingly containing blood in the middle. He removed a few obejects from his robes and handed to the other two elves.
”You must never speak of this part of the ritual” the scarred one said.
”Just like you came here unknowing of what this trail was truly about, so much all others come here unknowing” the other elf said.
”You may turn back after we have explained, there is no shame in it but you will not have passed the trail unless you go forward” the priest said.
”I mean to go forward”
”Never promise to make a decision until you have heard the terms of it boy” the scarred one growled. In this light with the light from the candles on the wall playing in his eyes he looked almost as a lion himself.
”You will go into the realm of spirits daemons and gods, and face the spirit of the lion you slew...” the large elf began.
”The realm of chaos?” Karhellion asked terrified.
”Not the realm proper, into the border that separates this world from that one, the spirit of the lion has not yet passed through to the realm of death”
”It is dangerous, you may end up dead, or a drooling maniac with all sense blasted from your head, or possessed by the very animal you killed hunting the wilds as if you were a lion” the scarred elf said, but for some reason the large elf shot him an irritated glance. But the priest acted as if nothing had happened.
”Do you mean to go forward” the priest asked ”You may leave if you wish, you may come again as many times as you need but you'll need to redo to the first part of the trail again. No one has suceeded after having turned away twice”
The large elf muttered something under his breath, did he say something of Khaine? Karhellion wondered.
”I mean to go forward” he said again.
Good, then this is what you must remember” the priest began.
We serve Koronus the lord of the hunt” the large one said and put the obeject he had been given, and small bone brick into the bowl.
But all elves are of Isha” the scrred one growled and put what he had been given into the bowl, a small tuft of hair it seems.
And what is given can never be taken” the priest finished.
The last part was a part of the prayer of Isha, 'Isha who are one with the elves and ulthuan gives us freely what we need, what's given cannot be taken. And what has been given must eventually be returned' A reminder of that however long lived the elves were still mortal, and when they died returned all they were to Isha and Ulthuan.
The priest put his hand over the bowl and it seemed to ignited into flames.
Breethe deeply and face the what you have taken” all three of them said. Karhellion bent forwards and ihaled the smoke, and the the world seemed to disolve.

He awoke many hours later, on the floor of the shrine, alone. Yet not alone. He stood wearily. That had been rough, the older elves had been right slaying the beast had been the easy part, this was so much harder. He was Karhellion, yet he was no longer Karhellion, what had been taken had been given.
He left the shrine, the large elf sat outside in the sunlight, now thathe knew what to look for he saw the similiarity to a big cat bathing in the sunlight. The elf didnt open his eyes as the younger elf approached. ”The others are hunting, so how did it go?”
We are one” the elf who was once Karhellion said and sat beside the older elf.
Of course” the older elf laughed, and the younger elf realised he had canines to. ”had you not become one you would both have been torn apart by angry daemons”
You didn't tell me that”
Suprisingly few fail, those who did would have been lost to Khaine anyway. Bloodlust is in our nature but if we cannot controll it... how did you do it”
I surrendered” Karhellion said ”Eventually” he then admitted.
I fought my beast for hours and hours, neither giving in, chaos had a grip on that ones soul, and perhaps khaine a firmer grip on mine that I would have admitted, but we shed ourselves of that as we fought and finally we realised than neither could conquer the other, not in that realm, and became one”
A chaos touched lion... you are Korhil” the younger elf gasped. The captain of the White Lions himself.
I am Charandis too, but I dont need to explain that to you”
What of the others?”
I have never asked Akenash, of his fight, I did not stand for him, Haraldar stood for me, he spoke to his beast rather than fighting it, he always does”
Always?”
You have stood unto the path of the great hunter, every time you hunt and slay a beast part of it will become part of you. Nothing as deep as the lion you are now one with, but still a feeling that you will come to know. Come now young cub it is time for us to join the hunt” he stood offering the young elf the skin of the lion he had slain. The skin he had once worn and would now always wear.

tisdag 15 oktober 2013

The Fall pt1

Elyash entered the main circuit chamber alogn thousands of others running, the circuit was overloading, jsut when he had thought there was no emotions for him to experience tahat he had not he, and those with him through the link they had in the warp aswell as the fact that they were still linked throught the circuit, was introduced to an entirly new one terror. Fear was one thing that they had experienced thousands of time reliving the battles their ancestors fought against the necrotyr, but terror like this, perhaps if any soulstones had been recovered from the battles with the c'tan themselves there woudl have been terror but now it was an entirly new emotion. Elyash looked around him several faces was savourign the emotions letting it flow through them and flow out of them.
Fools! he thought they are taxing the circuit furhter. He for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, and probalby would be several lifetimes for non eldar, mastered his emotions and shut them of from the glowing warming vastness of the warp. He felt isolated abandoned and cold. But it was better than dead. Still a deep dark place in him hungered for death, the final sensation, the one thing he had not experienced, the soulstones could share all experience up to death but what happened after was not part of this realm and so could not be stored in the stones. He shut that emotion of too. How long had it been since he had done that, chillingly he realised it was probably decades ago. And he was one of the circuit technicians, he had to be responsible once in a while, others here had probably gone centuries without even thinking. He saw his childhood friend Aldeyesh close by, Aldeyesh had spend his last two centuries eating sleeping and experienced his childhood love Adana, though he had never really been with her, he had experienced her through the eyes of another, through the circuit. Adana had been dead for atleast ten years now Elyash realised. It was a chilling thought, the circuit had been contructed to allow the eldar to share their knowledge with common generations, not to share what should have been a private matter with every eldar in existance.
They reached the open area before the dias holding the controll stone of the circuit. The main controll stone, set in place by Avernia of Atash more than million years ago. She had created the first circuit that all other circuits on the other maiden worlds had grown out of. The greatest creatrion of the eldar people, and it was shining with inner light, pulsating like a heartbeat. about to crumble unde rthe pressure of all the emotions flowing thorugh it. The eldar had grown to many, used the circuit to lightly and now it was failing. Even shielded from it and the warp Elyash could feel the warmth of the circuit burning him. The crown stopped, but Elyash and several other circuit technicians hurried towards it, not thta they had any real idea what to do, this wasnt suposed to be possible, the circuit was suposed to grow to allow for more inout if it was strained. It's scope should be that of the warp itself, infinite. But it was not so. The flashing got faster and stronger, Elyash saw eldar men and women collapsing on the floor screaming. Their pain spilled over into others, most never thought of shielding themselves, some probably didnt even rememeber how. Then the flashing and the heat got so instense that Elyash had to stop. Then a single flash and the circuit was quiet. Totally quiet, totally dead. In horror Elyash looked on it, the stone conencted to the circuit here and on thousands of worlds grew cold. Then he saw it, a little girl was standing naked before the main stone. He wondered what she did there then felt a rush of uneasiness as the emotions of his fellow eldar flowed over him, admiration, reverence and sexual desire. He turned to look at them in shock, she was a little girl such emotions for a child was wrong, the sight that met hi eyes chilled him, several hundred eldar behind him had collapsed their eyes was empty their souls was gone. Other was caught in some kind of trance staring at the girl. Elyash turned his eyes back to her, he knew her. She was Hevenra the daughter of Avernia, the first eldar ever to submitt an experience into the circuit, and she had been dead for at least a hundred thousand years. Elyash had seen her through the eyes of others as he went through his traning. Even seen the ceremony when the circuit was first opened.
She opened her eyes and looked at them, if he had not shielded himself he knew those eyes would have consumed him, had he not worked for close to a millenia with the circuit he wasnt sure how much diffrence his shielding would have done.

I thirst” she said, she walked up to one of the technicians and touched him, he collapsed into a pile of convulsing flesh then stopped moving. Even shilded Elyash knew he was dead. This wasnt Hevenra, this was the infinity circuit, the thirst of the eldar race given form. And she would consume them all and still thirst.
Then he felt something else, something even more fundamental than the compulsion to seek out desires, it made the blood boil in his veins and pushed back her effects on him. He knew if from the old memories, the attack command, the call of Khaine. The very reason for the eldar to exist. He smelt burnt ozone and turned. At the end of the hall stood a giant armoured in burning armour, his hand dripping with blood and a mighty curved sword in his hand. Atleast that was how Elyash experienced him, the psychic emissions was so strong they clouded the physical form of this being.

Thirster in the dark!” it said looking at she who thirsts. ”I am the reaper of souls, I have come for you!”

Raphael gets an assignment

Raphael hesitantly entered the chamber. Being called before the primarch himself was an honour, and he could think of no way that he could have made himself worthy of it. The room was large but despite that it was wholly dominated by one massive table in dark oak. Totally round. Around the table stood chairs, here the primarch would meet the company captains under his command, it was as far as Raphael knew a replica of a similiar room from which the lion had ruled on Caliban. The room was mostly deserted now, there was only one person in it besides himself. If person could even be used for such a being. The table was large and took up most of the space of the room, yet it seemed small and unimportant besides the giant who sat in the largest chair. His armour was gilded with lions heads wings and vines, yet the armour seemed bland before the majesty of the man in it. The primarch Lion el'Johnson, the lion son of the forest. He sat absolutely still beside the table, staring out in the distance lost in thought.
Raphael knew better than to disturb the lord of the first legion, so he stood silently by the door. A company captain might have allowed to sit down, Raphael didn't know, the inner circles rules was for the primarch and the inner circle to know. It didn't matter Raphael wasn't inner circle or even a company captain, for him it was unthinkable to sit in the presence of this demigod. As was it to force his presence on him.
For a long while he stood there looking at his lord and master, then the lion suddenly shook his head as if to physically shake a thought out if his head, he suddenly realised Raphael was there, he didn't look surprised and definitely not startled, but there was a slight widening of his eyes that betrayed that he was a bit uncomfortable that Raphael could have entered the room without him noticing. Then a moments hesitation, Raphael wondered if his company captain had been wrong and the primarch had not sent for him after all.
”It's captain Raphael now isn't it?” The lion finally said.
”Yes my lord primarch” Raphael answered with relief. The lion did not ask him to sit and Raphael did not ask to.
”The Imperium has won a massive victory at Ullanor, the emperor is retiring to Terra to build his Imperium leaving one of his sons as warmaster of his forces” The primarch told him.
Rapahel opened his mouth, but the primarch interrupted him.
”It will not be me” there was a hint of bitterness in the words ”The emperor has seen it fit to a point my brother Horus to warmaster” not bitterness... concern?
”A fine choice my lord, the Luna Wolves are second only to us, Horus is a good general”
”That he is, but sometimes to clever for his own good” the lion muttered then continued ”The emperor has taken his personal honour guard with him back to Terra, all eighteen companies. As well as the full force of the legio custodes. He has asked that each of the primarchs send a force to act as a honour guard for the new warmaster. No specifics to how large this force is to be have been given so I will send captain Kellaniel and five hundred space marines” Half as many as had been in the emperor's dark angel's honour guard, not few enough to make it an insult but few enough to show that the lion considered parading not to be the duty of the space marines and this new warmaster not the emperors equal.
”I understand” Raphael said, wondering if the primarch truly knew how much he read from the situation. The primarch laughed, it was a dry bitter laugh but a laugh none the less.
”I sincerely doubt that captain, which is why you are here, I will make you understand”
”Sire?”
”Your commanders have said you are something of plotter captain, always looking to peoples agendas, always seeking to gain an advantage. While I may normally have no patience for such behaviour amongst my Dark Angels, there are times when... special talents... may be useful”
Raphael's mind raced, considering what the lion had just said he tried to not to do it but he couldn't help but run through the information sort it and evaluate it, it was simply his nature. He thought he knew where the lion was going with this and it frightened him, because if it was true then...
”Do you remember when we first met, captain?” The primarch asked, the question took Raphael aback but how could he forget.
”In the hall of servants, on my home world, after we had cast down the tyrants and joined the Imperium, you spoke to all of us who would be given the chance to become space marines”
”Yes, we stood under the statues of your gods, and I told you the imperial truth, do you remember what you responded?” How could Raphael forget he a mere human had spoken out of turn to the primarch of the Dark Angels legion, and almost contradicted him.
”While it may be true that there are no gods, the things that the servants worshipped were real, whatever they are I have felt their presence their thirst” Raphael cited himself. One of the marines of the lions bodyguard had lifted him from the ground in one hand and told him to deny the existence of false gods, and Raphael had done so. He did not think the primarch had remembered the incident nor that the boy who spoke out of turn was the captain who stood before him.
”Yes, you could feel their thirst, I though nothing of it at first but then they told me you were a psyker” the lion said ”And that thirst, if you felt it again, would you recognise it captain”
Raphael was startled was the primarch saying what he thought he was saying?
”I... but... the Imperium doesn't believe in gods or daemons, what...?”
”My reasons to ask is for me to know captain, what is for you is to obey, answer my question”
”I would recognise it my lord” Raphael said quickly ”That is if i was to reach out, which I am forbidden to do by the edict of Nikkea”
”And if I were to order you to reach out” The primarch said beginning to stand.
Raphael went down on one knee, clasping his right hand over his chest and lowering his eyes.
”As you said my lord, for me is to obey, you are my primarch, for me your words is the will of the emperor” He heard how the primarch sat down again, and that dry laugh.
”You truly do speak like a politician captain” the lion scoffed ”Very well this day it suits my purpose. You will accompany the honour guard sent to my brother Horus, you will... keep your eyes and ears open”
”For what my lord?” Raphael dared to ask though he doubted he would be given an answer.
”I'm not sure, but I have a feeling you'll know should the time come. You may leave me captain”
Raphael got on his feet bowed again though the lion no longer paid any attention to him, and and turned to leave.
"Captain" the primarch halted him "Should you encounter any other worlds with similiar religions to that of your home world, I would very much want to hear of it, now you may go" Raphael bowed again and left. The primarch had been right he had not understood, but he planned to remedy that. Parts of it he had understood, the lion wasn't sure about the imperial truth, it was concerning that he would think that the gods of the servants may be out here as well. As concerning was being asked to spy on the warmaster. They had always been told how the primarchs was united, a brotherhood, set on protecting mankind. Turns out there was at least some sibling rivalry. And being ordered to break the edict of Nikkea, regardless of what he had told the primarch Raphael was fairly certain the order to do so had not come from the emperor. He could not imagine the lion being disloyal though. The primarch of the first legion had his flaws, Raphael knew that well enough, but lack of loyalty was not one of those. Raphael hurried towards the bays, he had to try to get a word in with Anntheus before word got through of his reassignment.

måndag 26 augusti 2013

The Legend of the Dark Swordsmith part 1

It is common knowledge in the solar system that the finest swords there is are those made by the Gallagher clan of the imperial corporation. Other lesser sword makers may try to deny it but the legendary sword of this clan far surpasses anything anyone else have forged, seemingly possessing supernatural powers and abilities. Even amongst the magnificent blades of the Gallagher clan there is many different sword smiths who each have had a different capability for swords crafting. The greatest of them is the nigh mythical founder of the clan Owain Gallagher who as one of the first disciples of cardinal Nathaniel Durand I, first learned to combine the art of mentalation and metallurgy, and forged the legendary blade that the cardinal would use to defeat the dark apostle Algeroth in single combat. The mightiest blade ever forged, which was scattered as it destroyed the host of the apostle (though other versions of the tale hold that the blade was tempered in the sacred blood of the cardinal and thus died alongside its master)
Though this blessed connection has protected the clan from the superstition that would otherwise surround the wielders of such power there are other darker moments in the history on the Gallagher causing the blades to be treated with awe and respect. Most clansmen knows that the power of all Gallagher swords may not stem from such a benevolent source.
The story of these tainted claymores begin in the golden age of peace before the return of the dark legion. A younger son of the core family Gallagher itself proved to be a swordsmith surpassing all of his kin except the legendary liege himself. His name was Robert Gallagher, but he'd forever be known as The Black Gallagher.
Robert was a weak child born with yet black eyes and hair and pale skin. He was not considered fit for politics martial training or the art of swordssmithing. Robert refused to accept that he locked himself away and practised the swords-maker's art day and night until he by pure skill could compensate for the weakness of his body. His swords were marbles far superior to anything that Gallaghers had forged since the beginning of the clan. His family openly acknowledged that they had been wrong not to teach Robert but at that point there was nothing more they could teach him. Robert began seeking knowledge elsewhere. He sought the blades left by Owain to learn what he could from those, he sought the counsel of the brotherhood to learn to weave the art into his blade even better. But yet his final goal, that of surpassing Owain, eluded him. It is not known how or why Robert Gallagher was turned to darkness but the clan claims that amongst the blades he collected to study was several relics of the dark legion that might have corrupted him. But others claim that the dark Gallagher turned.to darkness willingly and that the clan is jet trying to absolve itself of any guilt for his fate.
The tale of how he was discovered goes like this. Roberts father had finally passed away and he left the clan in the hands of his oldest son William. Furious that his massive contributions had been ignored Robert refused to attend his funeral. William came to his smithy to talk to him and the argument got so heated they came to blows with each other. Long since Robert had ceased to be the sickly child. Now he was a giant amongst men larger and stronger than any other man. As William stuck him the true reasons for Robert's changed physique came to light. Necrobionics sheer as his skin was broken. Before the horrified eyes of his brother Robert fled. Perhaps he knew he could not take on the entire clan perhaps some vestige of human guilt drove him away. Regardless it would not last.

SGA Scrapped Fanfic Book 1 Chapter 7 The sword in the stone

This is the final chapter of the scrapped contunuity, it's meant as a reference to the sword in the stone and knight that col. Mitchell faces some year later in sg-1. 
(The following section needs rewriting, supplement ancient swordsman for wraith full time and consider removing miller)

Hoglund along doctor Petersen and lt. Miller was going over some areas of the southern pier. They had been checking out dark dank closed down rooms and labs for several hours. Mckay had not permitted pwer to be wasted on these areas yet, only specific potions of the city along with mpst of the east pier and the main tower was powered at any one time, but doctor weir wanted to know if any of the labs here merited a generator so they were lugging one around. But the labs here didnt seem to hold any great breakthroughs. At least not the type they could realise what it was in the time they had alloted for each room. Several rooms contained empty racks that lt.Miller suggested might have been weapons racks. It was possible the south pier have contained the military contingent of Atlantis. then as they came down the ramp into the basement of a large building they came upon what looked somewhat like an arena, or at least the bottom rows of one. It was roughly ten meters across and perfectly circular and around the sides where empty weapons racks, behind those racks where two rows of stands, clearly not meant for audience but more like a place to wait. Petersen found a jack to plug the generator into and soon they had the lights on.
"So what do you think?" Petersen asked Hoglund, he was surveying the arena with disintrest, to some extent Hoglund could understnad his position, it was after all only a well lit open room. It however told much that they didnt know about the ancients, gladitorial games didn't exactly match their profile, on the other hand their language had been the root of latin and the roman had fought gladitorial games so it's possible they got that tofrom the ancients.
"Bread and Circuses" lt Miller suggested as if he had read Hoglunds thoughts.
"Somehow I doubt it" Hoglund said "No evidence we've seen so far have shown the least intrest in the glory of personal combat that such an idea would suggest"
"Ancient is the..." Petersen began.
"Yes thank you petersen I am well aware of that, but considering the rest of this building seems to be military rahter than entertainment aligned i'd say an exercise ground"
"An ancient dojo, their version of the room on the eastern pier we use for gym" Miller agreed.
"Militarism like that doesnt sound like the ancients we know about either" Petersen argued.
"Sure the universe is infinite and all but they didn't fight a century long war against the wraith with philosophers" Hoglund muttered and stood unto the arena. All of the sudden there was a blusing flash and beam scanned him.
"What in the..." Miller began but was intrupted by a calm cool male voice, obviously the ancient counterpart to the female plain voice used by the humans of earth.
 The words were in ancient and while most expedition members spoke ancient the speech banks of this computer must have been damaged because the words made no sense. Something about judging and chosing. Then in the middle of the room a weapons rack like those at the side suddenly appeared. It had to be ahologram but Hoglund started walking towards it anyway.
"Hoglund!" Miller called after him "You really shouldnt do that!"
"I'm fine, i just want to look at the design of the ancient weapons!" Hoglund called back.
"No really, Hoglund, Don't!" Peterssen shouted too. They kept on, Hoglund ignored them, Milelr could be excused he guessed he was a military man he was paid to be paranoid, but he had expected Petersen to be more curious. He was a scientist after all. Hoglund reached the rack. There were plenty of weapons there, one was a small stick with one side crystaline, it loked somewhat like a roman gladius but you held the side that would be the blade on the gladius. And then a relatively normal pistol, the innards of it seemed to be made from the same crystaline material as the crystal side of the stick. And then a sword, stuck in a stone. Hogludn paused at it, there were other weapons but this was literally a sword in a stone. Well if atlantis was real why not the sword in the stone, he reached out to touch it.
And found that it was solid, it hadn't been there when they entered but now it was as solid as his own gear. He wondered if the items had been transported there or simply integrated from energy. The he heard the voice again, it was still impossible to understand what it said, but this time it was clear where it came from. An elder man stood a few meters away from him, Looking straight at him also with a sword in his hand. the voice came from him.
"Some help here" Hoglund shouted then looked for his colleges and found them hammering on an invisible wall. Oh he thought that was what they had been shouting about earlier. He turned his agtention to the man before him.
"Abort!" he tried, the old man shook his head and said something else incomprehensible, then took a step toward him with the sword drawn. Hoglund threw himself away from it, when he was a kid he had fought with wooden swords just like most kids, he hadn't been very good at it though. "Apsraho!" he tried. same message again. Hoglund sprinted round the rack so it got between him and his pursuer, unfortunatly all weapons but the sword had dissapeared from the rack, probably in the very moment he had touched the sword. Even more unfortunatly the ancient stepped right through the rack and came at him again. Hoglund sprinted to one side but far to late the blade dug into his side. Or it would have if it had been a blade of steel, but it wasnt, it was still only an illusion, but it gave him some sort of high voltage shock as it passed through him though. Hoglund collapsed on the floor. The hologram said something again, and made a motion for him to get up. Hoglund felt  a flicker of hope maybe if he didnt get up he'd forfit and shut the program of, instead the hologram advanced again. He roleld away from the blade as it split the ground right where he had been a moment earlier. He jumped over to the sword in the stone and drew it. At least that worked, he then turned and lunged towards the hologram. Who simply sidestepped him and hit him in the side again. While not an acute wound as the similiar swords wound would have been, Hoglund knew that if he kept getting hit he would eventually die from those shocks, death by a thousand cuts. He got up again, the alternative was just layign down and die. He had hoped that the scanning had perceived his ability and set the dificulty accordingly,, that didn not seem to be the case it was probably broken just like everything else here. The move that the holgoram had just made, Hoglund had read enough about swordsfighting to know that it masterfully executed. Hogludn began backing away from the hologram, towards his friends. The hologram came after him, slowly but surely, it didnt need to stress, it didnt need to force battle, if a machine could be confident in it's own victory this holographic representation was it. Hoglund chanced a glanc eover his shoulder, Petersen was working on a console.
 Hoglund looked back to the hologram just in time to throw himself away from the blade, he landed on his back. Fortunately the hologram did seem more reluctant to advance when he was regaining his feet.
"Do you think you can fix the speech circuits of this thing at least!" Hoglund shouted over his shoulder.
"Look I told you not to walk in there, I told you not to touch those things!"
"Can we save the I told you so speech for when one of us is not in mortal peril?"
"when you chose the sword I assumed you knew how to use one" Petersen snapped back.
"Cant we just cut the power" Miller suggested.
"If we do that without reducing the load on it first the generator will overload" Petersen snapped irritably. He pushed a few butttons. "I have rebooted the speech program!"
"Abort! Apsraho!" Hoglund tried again.
"I am sorry but due to the parameters of this scenario only the administrating officer may order the termination of the exercise"
"I guess he's talking about you peterssen!" Hoglund roared and actually managed to parry a blow from the hologram  before it snuck it'sblade under his guard again and shocked him.
"I would have a lot more time if you weren't such a bad swordsman!" Hoglund was going to respond but had to duck a few swordstrikes and decided that he didn't have time to shout at Peterssen.
"What are the parameters of this scenario"
"A close combat drill meant to prepare soldiers for facing xenoform 2312-3,in close combat, full realism,the parameters is based on all known close combat encounters with xenoform 2312-3"
"What is xenoform 212-3?"
"third encountered evolution of xenoform 2312, the iratus bug, 2312-3 has been designated..."
"Wraith" Hoglund interrupted him. The hologram hadn't been chivalrous to him he realised, it was closer to a cat playing with it's food.
"That is correct"
"Why are you resembling an ancient then?"
"This hologram takes it's likeness of it's creator High councillor Moros of the Atlantis council, but if considered preferably" the hologram stood still for a second then the old ancient man was repalced by a snarling wraith.
"Wonderful" Hoglund muttered. He was so dead, perhaps Teyla of Major Shepard could take on a wraith but there was no chance in hell he could. Maybe if he had a gun, he didn't like guns but he preferred them to death.Normally this was where he would start considering another way to get out of this mess but the arena was empty except the empty weapons rack in the middle and he only had an hologaphic sword.
"hoglund!" he heard Peterssen shout "The shut down command isnt working" He had Miller and Petersen though. Not the best odds but they might be able to do something. he sprinted away from the wraith knowing it would run after him. he had never been face to face with one in real life, but he had read enough reports.
"Is it a locked console?" He shouted
"What?" Petesen answered, Hoglund was just about to asnwer when he felt a shock in his back and collpased. This wasnt good he needed time to execute his plan even if it worked.
"Is the console locked into the simulation mainframe?" the wraith was done playing it slashed his arms and raised his hands, he didnt know what it would do but it was meant to simmulate death utter and final so he had a feeling he would not like it.
"No"
"then run a full citywide diagnostics"
"What?"
"Just do it" Hoglund rolled out of the way but before he could get on his feet the blade stuck him again. the wraith hologram grabbed him and turned him to face it, it lifted it's hand again. then stopped. Hoglund rolled away and grabbed his sword again."About time" he shouted the wraith slowly like if it was moving in glue turned towards him. "I've had enough of you" Hoglund spat at him and ran his sword into the hologram. In a single instant the sword disappeared and the wraith disappeared and the walls around the arena disappeared.
"Not a bad idea" Petersen said. "overload the system and hope it creates lag in the simulation"
"No thanks to you" Hoglund muttered.
"I'm not the one who walked into a combat simulation despite the objections of everyone else"
"I'm still curious about the sword in the stone, it is  weird that it would be represented as such"
And so it's over no more parts of this, when i get time I'll start afresh.  

SGA Scrapped Fanfic Book 1 Chapter 6 The gift of Prometheus

To chapter 5


The gift of Prometheus

(The following chapter needs a quality update, consider making it more available to readers not familiar with he plot of SGA, consider writing the important parts of it from Soras perspective, keep the comment about smart redheads though, nice reference to mckay's dumb blondes comment)


The crashed puddle jumper had become something of a project for Hoglund, as soon as he got on his feet again he started working on restoring it to it's original state. Fortunately Atlantis had a more than ample supply of spare parts for puddle jumpers, with the exception of drones , main drone storage could only be accessed through the ancient control chair. There was however still some drones in the jumper bay drone storage. It was oddly relaxing to get to pour ones attention into a single thing instead of bewing asked to out our fires so to say. Beckett had ordered him to take a couple of weeks of and since Hoglund handled boredom pretty badly he had decided to do this in his free time. Right now he was finishing up the blown drive pod he had already fixed the one he had burned out on his flight back to Atlantis, he still didnt remember that flight, Beckett said that if he was ever going to regain that memory it would probably have come back by now. If it hadn't his state had been such that his short term memoery had simply been unable to imprint into long term memory. Kind of like when a person is really really drunk. Which of course reminded Hoglund that he hadn't been drunk for over two months. Not that he had an alcohol problem, well he didn't have a problem with drinking to often, he had a habit of drinking to much when he did drink and doing stupid things but hey who didn't have that problem. Anyway he was finishing up the drivepod when he hears voices in the stairs to the jumper bay. He turned to look and met Mckay and shepard arguing about soemthing.
"Look all I'm saying is that you might want to cut back on the addiction, the chances we find anythign remotly like coffe beans in this galaxy is quite slim." Shepard said.
"That would only really work if i was the only one drinkign coffe Shepard! But all the scientists does and most of the technicians"
"Not eleven cups a day"
"Well Mckay only drinks eleven cups of warm water with a slight hint of coffe taste so I don't think it counts" Hoglund interjected.
"Is tthat suposed  to be another 'nordic people drinks much stronger coffe than anyone else' joke Hoglund?" McKay asked him dryily.
"It isn't a joke when it's true Rodney" hoglund said and took a sip from his own cup standing on a crate beside the pod "I havent ahad a decent cup of coffe since I left earth, in fact i havent had a decnt cup of coffee since I left europe."
"Maybe you should listen to him Mckay, Hoglund has a certain experience when it comes to neural stimulants" Shepard said jokingly. Hoglund's grin faded.
"You know that offer to have something thrown at you still stands Shepard."
"Threatening to assault a  superior officers Hoglund that'll look good on the ol' resume"
"Meh already got one of those"
"Really?"
"No not really" Hoglund said, But close enough "So where is the grand adventure of this time?" he changed the subject.
"Mckay forgot his scanner in the jumper but then it's of on foot in glorious pursuit of Tava beans"
"Farming eh?" Hoglund smiled "I heard there was talk of rationing"
"You did, did you? Now that' weird since it has only ever been said on a senior staff meeting" Shepard shot Mckay an annoyed glance.
"Seems like you have a leak, complaining that we're running out on coffee, on your senior staff" Hoglund said with mock surprise.
"Hey that could mean Peter he drinks just as much coffe as I do... or Zelenka...  Hey at least I don't fill half the cup with grounds!" Hoglund smiled and did a mock salute with his cup
"Nordic and proud of it Rodney"
"I've never met two people who argue as much as the two of you" Shepard shook his head in disbelief "Go get that stuff you needed Rodney. We've got to go talk to some amish over food trading" Rodney looked liek he was going to say somethign then hurried into jumper one and started digging around for stuff.
"It really bothers you doesnt it? That weir send you out for food?" Hogludn asked.Shepard was quiet for a momenr while he considered what to say.
"The Hoffans were nut's I'll be the first to admit that..." he begun
"Actually Carson will be" Hoglund interjected with a sad smile. he had still been in the infirmary when Becket got back from Hoff, It was weird seeing the usually jolly Carson Beckett so depressed. Shepard just ignored the comment though.
"... but they did prove that there are cultures out there with the potential to strike back at the wraith, we shoudl be out there finding them and giving them the means to do so" he continued.
"I disagree there with you major, meddling with other cultures usually ends in disaster look at the effects of imperialism that certain countries still suffer from on earth."
"The prime directive like in star trek?" Mckay asked now carrying a bag.
"Not exactly, I mean how often haven't we wished that the ancients would get of their high horses and help us. That you have a general principle of not interfering doesn't mean you can't make exceptions to that principle. Resting on a set of absolute ideals isn't wisdom it's fundamentalism, I'm just saying we should be careful"
"Elizabeth has given us medicine, antibiotics and vaccines mostly to trade for food, are you opposed to that?" Shepard asked.
"Our knowledge is the only thing we have to bargain with and medicine is probably the best way to uplift another culture, Weir knows this why do you think you're offering antibiotics and not p-90s?"
"A fair point but if it helps our chances of defending this city"
"Believe me major I'm willing to go further to save this city than you are"
"Yeah that thought keeps me up at night" McKay muttered "Teyla and ford are propably waiting for us"
"I should get back to the repairs anyway, hmm maybe another cup of coffe first" Hoglund commented with a grin towards McKay. But he didn't appear to have heard him as he and shepard were already leaving.
A few hours later Hoglund was working on some of the internal system, nothing primary he had fixed all those already, just convenient thing, mostly relating to the neural interface. Not that he or anyone else really understood those systems but once you had the blueprints of how things where supposed to work it was fairly easy to get it to work. A know on the rear hatch made him turn around. It was lieutenant Miller.
"How are you doing doctor?"
"Lieutenant" he greeted the soldier, saving Hoglunds life was a good way to make him think a lot better of you, "Really well actually, I'm thinking of taking her out for a test flight soon"
"do you think she'll fly again?"
"I'll bet you a month's salary that she'll fly just fine"
"I'm surprised you even want to go near a jumper after what happened, even more so this one"

"I had an old motorcycle in collage, when I wasn't studying is was usually working on it, it was nice to have some real world applications for the things i learned. This is the same thing, just on a more advanced level"

"I never held you for a tinkerer, anyway doctor Weir wanted to talk to you and Grodin"

"What about?" Hoglund said and got up

"Apparently shepard's new genii friends arent quite so amish" Miller said as they were walking down towards weirs office.

"How so?"

"I think you should hear this from Weir" he said and gestured him towards her office, he looked genuinely concerned.

Goglund entered, Grodin was already sitting in one of the chairs, Weir sat in her chair behind the desk.
"Doctor Weir you asked me to come down here?" Hoglund asked said.
"Yes, please sit doctor" weir said and pointed at the other. Hoglund sat down, he was a little surprised to be included like this he had both Kavanagh and McKay as his superiors on the primary science team and Zelenka on the secondary one. He had also never really got the feeling Weir trusted him.
"You've previouslt expressed some thought on the uplifting of other cultures we encounter doctor" Weir began. "Would you care to begin by making the point you have on that"
"Enlightened selfintrest, doctor Weir, I believe in courses of action that will in the long run yield a return of investment. When it comes to uplifting other cultures the effects have usually been probvlematic so i believe one should be careful when it comes to that, do you belive that the vaccinees and antibiotics you gave shepard to trade with will cause a great change to the genii society?"
"Unfortunatly we are no longer talking about a simple trade of medicine for food, the genii turned out to be a little more technologically advanced than we first suspected, they want c-4"
"c-4? Why would they want c-4? Sure it got it's uses but p-90's would propably do most people more good"
"They need it to solve their super criticality problem" Grodin said. Hoglund say and thought abut what c-4 coudl be good for and the comment passed him by then he realised what Grodin had said and looked up at him with surpise "Super... are you telling me they are building nuclear weapons?"
"Yes, that's why you are both here, they appear to be formidabble though ruthless yet major Shepard is reccomending we work with them long term towards the goal of defeating the wraith, i want you two to advice me"
"Well my initial reaction is that I'm against teaching people to make WMDs" Grodin said.
"In most cases I would agree with you Peter, handing over weapons that may pose a very real threat even to us is usually a very bad idea, but on the other hand we suspect tat the wraith know we are here, we have no shield and no weapons. These are exceptional circumstances, and we may have to employ exceptional measures."
"But you said it yourself Felix, these weapons pose a threat to ourselves if the genii should prove not trustworthy"
"Teyla spoke of these people as very trustworthy and of some of them as close friends, but the impression I got from Major Shepard was more that of a police state, who at the least provocation threatened to leave them in the path of wraith culling"
"It's possible they are like athosians a hard but fair people, who are as they are becuase of the hardships of the galaxy, but we cant be sure, I dont believe we should teach them these things until we know for certain"
"Yeah I agree with you Peter I usually want dinner and movie before I teach my dates to build nuclear weapons"
"Charming" Grodin said with a  wry smile to Hoglunds wit.
"Major Shepard is going on an op with them right now, he's asked Miller and Markham to fly two jumpers to the genii homeworld and remain cloaked if things should not go as planned, that will have to do for now, thank you gentlemen" she motioned at the door and they both left.
Miller was still waiting outisde.
"So what do you think?" he asked
"These genii can either become a bigger problem than the wraith or our best chance of beating them" Hoglund responded.
"Shepard asked me to take a jumper to the genii homeworld, so do you think your jumper is up to it?"
"Only if I get to come along"
"Sure, but I'm flying, I remember last time you did"
"Well at least now maybe I can get rid of all the got poisoned on my one of-world mission jokes"
"you always get's jibes about the worst of-world op you've been on, that is until one actually turns ugly then the jokes stop and you wish that you had jokes instead of guilt"
"Then maybe i don't mind that much"

"You'll get there anyway, everyone does"


Almost twelve hours later they sat and played cards in jumper two, they had parked the jumpers so close to each other that you could walk from one to the other without becoming visible, they had test flown Hoglunds jumper for a while, then he had callibrated soem systems and then they had tried again and that was nearly six hours ago now. As of now Hoglund was busy emptying the pockets of the second Atlantis off-world team through poker. He had never been much of a chess player, too slow paced and long term planning, but poker he had always been good at, it required the ability to adapt to the unpredicted. He was however starting to get the feeling that the others had tired of the game by the time the gate fwooshed, and an uncloaked jumper came through.
"Ok men this is our que, you know what to do!" Miller shouted and jumped to his feet. Hoglund took his money out of the pot and stood up too. He and Miller took the right flank while Markham took the left, they both hovered in stealth mode, half a kilometer (or half a click as the military would have said) away from  the place shepard had touched down by. Alongside Shepards team was an old stout man in a grey uniform, he walked up to a few other people in grey uniforms, one who was a totally adorable curly redhead. Hoglund made the screen magnify on the scene, and while miller was looking at the conversation Hoglund felt himself watch the reheaded girl instead.
"Hoglund!" Miller snapped "You should be minding your job" Hoglund snapped out of it just to see the older man say somethign and close to twenty genii soldiers heavily armed storm shepards team from the bushes.
"A shame" Miller said, "Now you won't get to talk to her"
"Is this going to be the new jibe?" Hoglund sighed, then again he could live with it she was really pretty, even when holding a gun traield at an Atlantis team members head. Teyla, he realised, yeah she would probably have to change her opinion on the genii after this.
"Well I lied too jumpers two and three execute" Shepards voice sounded over the com. Hoglund manually deactivated the cloak, that was one of the neural interface function that still wasn't working. he realised that redheaded girls or not it was good to be back in service. He had like repairing the jumper but there was a kick in being on active duty he had already started to miss. the idea that people depended on him. but also the flawless execution of  plan.
"Jumper two" shepard said that was Markhams jumper, Hoglunds jumper wasnt the real jumper two it was actually jumper 8, the numbers where written in ancient on the dashboard, but it had been designated jumper 3 for the purposes of this mission. Jumper 8 had simply been missing when they first discovered the ships, there were still three jumpers missing from the bay probably destroyed in Atlantis' last stand.
"prepare to fire on my mark"
The leader of the genii made a gesture of surrender and his men lowered their weapons, jumper two didn't fire, of course Shepard hadn't given his mark so there was no reason for them to do so. Shepard took something from the genii leader then they baoreded their jumer and all three jumpers turned towards the gate.
"Mission accomplished I guess" Higlund said. "I could get used to this"
"Not all missions is abut spying on pretty girls and playing cards you know"
"As long as this wasn't a once in a  lifetime opportunity" Hoglund said with a jawn.

After they returned to Atlantis, Grodin was working on hooking up the device they took of the genii to the ancient devices. Hoglund asked McKay.
"Who was the readhead? And why did she look so upset" Mckay turnd towards him Hoglund sounded genuinly intrested in another persons feelings.
"Sora, her father and her built the device" he motioned towards it.
"Didn't you say these guys had just invented the combustion engine? How did  they manage to dechiper wraith data?"
"They seemed to have worked on it for a very long time, before finally cracking it quite recently"
"So who's the genius the girl or her father?"
"I really can't tell, but if they keep advancing id say the girl"
"How do you figure?"
"her father went with us on the mission and..." he glanced at Teyla "...got killed by the wraith"
"Ok so what does Teyla have to do with it?"
"They were firends and teyla was with Tyrus when he got shot by the wraith, the genii thinks that by leaving him she is resposible for his death" part of what he said most have drifted over to Teyla because she turned and gave Mckay a harsh glance. Hoglund lowered his voice.
"So she did leave him?"
"How would I know?" mckay retorted irritatatedly "All I know is that there is something Teyla isnt telling us, why do you care so much?"
"He couldnt keep his eye's of her" Miller said with a smile.
"Oh.. I guess she was kind of cute, I prefer blondes"
"I've always had a thing for smart redheads"

to chapter 7

SGA Scrapped Fanfic Book 1 Chapter 5 Delirium

Delirium

 (the following chapter needs rewriting, there needs to be more references to the plot of the chapter early on, its quite apperent I had no idea what would be the plotline when i first wrote the introduction=

Hoglund was sitting slumbering with his back against a tree, it felt good to be out of Atlantis, of course going of world was for more important people like the esteemed Rodney McKay but when they had discovered a crashed puddle jumper on the mainland, Shepard had assigned first lieutenant Lou Miller to keep an eye on him. Hoglund wasn't overly fond of military men but Miller and he was the same age and miller had been an engineer prior to joining the airforce so they got along decently. In truth their job at the moment was keeping an eye on the jumper as energy was being transferred into it's fuel cells from a generator they had taken with them from atlantis. Which was probably why Hoglund had been placed on the mission, he had proved quite good with the generators and he had the ancient gene so he could activate any ancient systems himself. Or the fact tat he had read blakc box entries from jumpers before during the whole jumper stuck in the Stargate issue.

But considering the situation on Atlantis right now, with the whole spy issue neither the lieutenant nor Hoglund minded that much to get out of there. Of course it was the Athosians who had found the jumper, so they probably wouldn't be here if the Athosians hadn't felt compelled to leave Atlantis in the first place.
Miller kept joking about it being paid vacation, he usually commanded one of the off-world teams, the intention had been to have Shepard command one and colonel Sumner comand the other but with Sumners death the comand of one had fallen to Miller as the second highest military officer of atlantis, havign seniority on  lt.Ford. Despite the vacation jokes the boredom had eventually got to Milelr who had gone to see if the Athosians needed any help, watching a battery charge didn't really take two men anyway. Which was fine by Hoglund, the jumper had crashed down on the edge of a rocky beach. it had probably gone down over the ocean but had been going so fast it had bounced on the surface tension until it impacted the beach. Truth be told Hoglund didn't think he'd get it working again, ten thousand years of decay was probably to much. Then he heard a sound from the jumper, and sat straight up. Or perhaps not, the redundancy of this technology was marvelous. He walked over it and touched the back panel of it. slowly but surely it opened with a groan as of some wild beast. the stench that met him was unbelievable, ten thousand year sof seawater that had stewed inside the machine. Yes true jumpers was waterproof, Zelenka had even suggested they might be able to fly under water, but nothing held tight against the elements for then thousand years. It had held relatively tight though which meant that any seawater that had gotten in had not gotten out. there was probably an entire ecosystem living in this thing. Hoglund stepped away from the hatch again. He needed a new plan, the innards of the jumper needed to be cleaned somewhat if he was going to be able to find how to repair it, but he sure as hell wasn't going to go in there with a cloth and his bare hands. He went through his own gear, and found nothing useful, then he went through the lieutenant's supplies and found nothing. sure plenty of grenades and some c-4 but he wanted to save jumper not blow it up. What he really needed was pressurised water but then again with it nose down in the beach the way it was the water wouldnt flow out of it anyway. moving the jumper was out of the question... or was it, one of the drive pods was shot to hell, and propaby the reason it crashed, the other one wasnt all that bad. it might be made to give one last push in reverse. Hoglund entered the jumper thankign his luck that Zelenka had found the control circuits for the drive pods, Hoglund dug through a half gallon of desposited algae to get to the circuit hatch then coupled his tab up to the right circuit and left the jumper. It was propably not safe to be inside it right now. He set the settings for the curcuit to full, he'd propably burn up all the energy he had fed into it thus far doing this, and there was no guarantee that it would survive pulling itself free. then again if it didn't it was probably in to bad shape for anything but spare parts anyway. he activated the circuit, and was knocked to the ground by spraying mud stones and sediment. Something hit him hard. Not as intended he thought before passing out because of the pain.

"Doctor! Are you all right" a voice asked, Hoglunds head hurt like never before and the voice was like nails on a chalkboard for him. Hoglund sat up, at least that's what he intended instead he got halfway toppled over and threw up. "Doctor? What happened here? It looks like a bomb went down" Lieutenant Miller, Hoglund realised, he finally managed to sit up. He was covered in the very thing he hadn't wanted to clean up himself, and several, far to large for comfort, rocks was scattered in the mud around him, one of them had probably hit him and knocked him out. He looked over to the jumper. it was now resting in the shallow water of the beach. The engine pod he had intended to activate was fine, the other one appeared to have exploded. He had activated a broken engine at full power. the blast crater was actually quite impressive though not as impressive as it would have been if there had been a catastrophic overload.No a safety catch had probably activated and that had blown with all the energy that was loaded in the capacitor at that moment. If there had been a catastrophic overload they would probably have seen the explosion from Atlantis and that is if the Naquadah generator had not been  caught in the explosion because then it would have evaporated half the coastal area.
"Don't be the guy who sets of a nuke" he laughed to himself.
"What? Sorry Hoglund but what are you talking about"
"I miscalculated a bit and nearly blew myself... what is the phrase... to kingdom come?"
"You said something about a nuke?"
"The generator" Hoglund said and motioned towards it luckily it was stating a good distance up on dry land "we wouldnt want that to get caught in the blastzone now would we"
"Have you gone crazy?" Miller asked worriedly.
"I think I might have taken a blow to my head"
"Several actually" the lieutenant gave him a compress "Saw a chopper go down in Iraq, some of the guys we pulled out of it still looked better than you, those of them who were lucky that is"
"And the one's that wasn't lucky"
"Dead on impact doctor"
"As I said slight miscalculation, but hey it got the job done"
"yes, and nearly got you killed in the process, I'll radio in for pickup, doctor Becket should have a look at that head"
"No need I'll have this thing up and running in no time then we can fly it back to Atlantis and Becket can give me some asprin." He got on his feet and grabbed the generator and headed for the jumper.
"Doctor!" Miller shouted "You are in no shape of flying even if that thing wasn't an antique!"
Hoglund just ignored him and entered the jumper he puled down the circuit panels and started orientating himself, more than half of them were broken. And that was not accounting any hardware that might be shot after the crash then ten thousand years of decay and followed by the explosion just a few moment ago.

Lieutenant Miller radioed Atlantis.
"Atlantis base this is Miller come in please"
"This is Atlantis base" chief engineer Grodin responded
"We had a malfunction with the jumper we were sent here to fix, Doctor Hoglund took a blow to his head and now he's acting very strange. We could use a lift out of here."
"Ok, Markham is on his way in jumper one" then there was a pause "Doctor Becket is coming along, he says keep Hoglund laying down"
"That could be a problem, he is intent on repairing the old jumper and flying it home"
"That's not an option lad" Becket cut in "His strange behaviour could be a sign of cerebral swelling or even bleeding, if that's the case he's in big trouble and moving around is just going to make that worse, as for flying after a blunt force trauma, no bloody way"
"I'll deal with him, just get here" Miller said and walked up to the jumper, at lest he tried, he walked straight into some kind of forcefield, it knocked him of his feet. "What the hell" he muttered as he stood.
"Sorry lieutenant but I cant let you stop me" Hoglund said from inside, he looked at a optic circuit. "Inertial dampeners? I can do without those"
"Doctor you really need to lay down, you could..."
"I have a radio to you know, I heard Becket. They underestimate me you know, by far" he switched a few other circuits.
"It doesn't matter how good you are at this stuff, you can't fly a jumper with one drivepod!"
"Please SG members have done way worse stuff"
Lieutenant Miller gave up he walked away and opened up the radio frequency again.
"This is Miller what is your ETA" he heard Hoglund scoff something about military jargon.
"We're two minutes out" Markham responded. "We can see the smoke from the explosion"
"Good, Atlantis base, Hoglund has activated the jumpers shield how do I shut it off"
"This is Grodin speaking, it can be turned of remotely by a control found in all jumpers, the inbound jumper will have those and can shut the forcefield down"
"Let's hope we have that long" Miller answered.

Hoglund felt like an observer in his own body, he could think but when he tried to transfer his thoughts and actions to his body they came out wrong. He knew there was several issues that were important here, one was the lack of a body of the person who crashed this in the first place. The second was a flashing light on the hud saying the location of the jumper was several hundred miles from where it had supposedly crashed. He just couldn't get to what it meant. He had managed to get stabilisers and a drive pod operational by sacrificing inertial dampeners cloaking weapons and all secondary systems. Somewhere he remembered shutting the dampeners of was a very bad idea. He just couldn't process it properly. Despite what Becket had said he knew it wasnt he trauma, he had been like this when he had decided to try and fly the jumper free in the first place.
He saw a second jumper come into view, he moved the control circuit from the shield to the stabilisers and activated his remaning drive pod, the pod coughed a few times and then fired up, and the jumper lifted of the ground, now he just had to find Atlantis, unfortunately navigation was one of those systems that he had salvaged to get the jumper running.

Just as jumper one landed the other jumper took of, not fast not gracefully, more like if someone had placed a very old steam engine on wings and made it fly. Jumper one opened it's hatch long enough for Miller to get on board before taking of after the other jumper.
"Markham! Bring us up alongside him!" Miller ordered Markham as soon as they took of.
"yes sir" Markham responded, then hesitated "There's no way for us to get aboard that jumper sir"
"Just do it sergeant, we'll figure something out" Miller said.
"No problem, sir" Markham said and followed the other jumper.
"Lieutenant, you mind telling me how he got injured in the first place" Becket asked.
"He tried firing up a broken engine pod, weird too he was the one who told me it would blow if we tried doing that"
"That doesn't sound like a mistake Hoglund would normally do, could he have been in an altered mental state already then?"
"It's possible, but if not cranial bleeding then what? People don't just go insane for no reason doctor"
"Can't say for certain until I get him under a scanner lieutenant" Miller turned back to Markham.
"Where is he going?" he asked him.
"can't say for  sure sir, he keeps drifting to one side now that could be intentional but also a result of him flying on one engine" Markham paused "How is he even doing that? Shouldnt the jumper go into a  spin?"
"The ancient systems are probably to some degree able to compensate for that" the jumper in front of them suddenly made a massive turn to the other side. and once again was steering towards Altantis. Miller pushed the radio button.
"This is Miller, I'm aboard the jumper but Doctor Hogludn managed to get his jumper in the air before we could get to him, he's heading towards Atlantis Atlantis base please advice"
"This is Bates sir, major Shepard is currently offworld,You may have to consider shooting him down"
"I would rather not Sergeant, he has a naquadah generator on board, the resulting explosion would take us down with him."
"But should he crash into Atlantis with that the resulting explosion might sink the city" Grodin cut in.
"I am aware of that doctor, but I need alternatives"
"I'll see what I can do"


Peter Grodin had once again assembled the Atlantis science team as well as his own technicians in one of the Atlantis conference rooms.
"We have a highly unstable jumper carrying a small nuclear payload heading towards the city, we have about half an hour to find a solution or the pursuing jumper will be forced to shoot it down"
"Less than half an hour actually" kavanagh pointed out "Destoyign the jumper will cause the generator to explode and if the explosion is close enough to the city it wont atter if it blows up on the landign pad or gets shot down by the other jumper."
"Thank you doctor Kavanagh" Groding said witha  strained voice "Now someone who has an actual useful suggestion?"
"We could attempt to raise the shield momentarily" Simpson pointed out.
"How would that help us?" Johnsson replied
"It would mean we could blow the jumper up closer to the city without harm but there's no guarantee we could actually raise the shield even for an instant" kavanagh said.
"I meant that we might be able to prevent Hoglund's jumper frome ntering the city" Simpson argued.
"No way we have enough power for that, now one short burst of energy..."
"We could power up the drone chair and shoot it down ourselves"
"...No power..."
Grodin sat down beside Zalenka.
"I hate to admit it but we need Rodney on this"
"When he gets back from offoworld it will be to late" Zelenka responded.
"He might be able to get the chair to work though, not that I like the idea of shooting Hoglund down"
"If we had the chair we might be able to force the jumper on autopilot actually, but we don't so it doesn't matter really" Zelenkka said, looking at the scientists shouting at each other in the middle of the room. Grodin sat up straight, he had an idea.
"Could it be done from another jumper?"
"A jumper has a lot less range than the control chair, even if we could get them to work like that by the time we got in range it's be to late"
"There's a jumper within range right now" Grodin pointed out.
"That could work, they do have two pilots with the ATA gene on board"
"I meant just activate the autopilot"
"the autopilot is designed to fly a fully functional jumper and we can't be certain Hoglund havent already salvaged it in order to restore flying condition, but MiIller is a pilot he could land it remotely"
"That's assuming we can get the connection to last that long"
"Doesn't have to be that long, he dont need to fly it just the landing, but it's assuming they can adapt the neural feed to accept two inputs at once"
"We could design the system in one of our jumpers here and send it to them"
"I'll go start on the jumpers" Zelenka said standing up.
"I'll go boot up the neural link program from the database" Grodin said and they both hurried away leaving the other scientists to their debate.

Twenty minutes later the radio in the jumper buzzed to life.
"Jumper one we think we have a solution" Grodin's voice said.
"This is jumper one, we're listening"
"Ok Miller we'll transmit a program that will allow someone to temporarily control the other jumper from the copilots chair, we recommend you do it considering the state of the other jumper and that you have actual pilot training."
"Transmiot the program" a light lit on the dashboard "Ok i think we got it, what do we do?"
"Just open it it's plug and play, it's possible that the strain might deactivate your jumper entirely, if that happens someone needs to reinitialize it at the rear circuit hatch."
"You know I really don't need a task to make me feel needed here" Beckett noted nervously
"It is important Beckett" Grodin pointed out, "It's just sheer luck that there are three of you with the gene in one jumper at once"
"Oh I do feel really lucky" Beckett began but Miller made  a gesture for him to be quiet.
"is there anything else we need to know?" he asked
"The circuits for this kind of thing are different from most others so Hoglund shouldn't have touched them but after ten thousand years they might be really bad anyway. There's no telling how long the connection will hold, don't activate it until the last second."
"Thank you Atlantis base, jumper one out"
They were quickly approaching Atlantis, the jumper right infornt of them was visibly straiend from flying on one drivepod for so long and also without amny other systems.
"Let's hope he even makes it as far as the  city" Miller commented, none of the others responded, they wer elal following the path of the damaged jumper with terror, their haerts skipping a beat every time it made a large cringe.
"he should have activated the bay doors by now" Markham commented.
"If that function still works" Miller anwered him "Open the bay doors" he order him, then he sat in the co pilots chair. He touched the file Atlantis had sent to him and then placed his hand on the neural interface. At first nothign happened and he got a sinking feeling in his gut then, a small window opened on the HUD showing what was in front of the second jumper. He lfet it respond or rather try to respond to his commands. It reacted slowly as if unsure how to react to his inputs, but slowly it began slowing down as he willed it to. he tried to make it stand still in the air to hoer and descend like they were supposed to be every time he got it close it made a sudden movement. At first he found it very annoying then he realised that the other jumper could not hover on one drive pod at least not without inertial dampeners. He would have to fly it slowly in a circle to land it. Slowly but surely he took it downwards towards the floor, ten meters left, five meters left then at two meters left he felt as if someting snapped and the hud window died. At the same time all the lights in the jumper died.
"Bloody hell" Becket shouted from the back and threw himself at the rear circuit console, at first nothing happened and they started to fall, then with a  whine the jumper rebooted and stopped the motion. while all this happened Millers eyes were fixed at the other jumper as it's last engine pod died and it crashed into the ground below it. Fortunately it appeared that the generator had not been damaged because nothing else happened. Markham landed their jumper and they met several technicians trying to crowbar the rear hatch of the damaged jumper open as soon as they got out of their own. Grodin and Zalenka was with them.
"Nice flying lieutenant" Grodin greeted him.
"Your solution didn't last long enough for a fully controlled landing, how come it didn't blow?"
"The inertial dampeners seems to have activated just as you lost control of it, perhaps Hoglund managed to get his act together again, or it was some fluke in the programming" Grodin responded
"I'm a little concerned he didn't open the bay doors, was the controls simply broken or was he unable to do so for another reason." Zalenka said
"I can't say until I get to him but at least with the dampeners on there's some chance he survived the last crash" Becket responded.
"Some chance?" Grodin said horrified.
"Well if he was severely injured before flying that thing he didn't make it much better by such a bumpy ride and a crash at the end."
With a whine the rear hatch gave up and the technicians pulled it open.
"Maybe we should go first doctor there could be a leaky generator in there" Grodin said to becket.
"There could also be a dying man in there" becket responded and waved the medical team to follow him as he entered.
Hoglund was unconcious on the in one of the pilots chairs. Becket gave hima  quick goign over.
"No spinal damage he should be safe to move" he observed, then felt on his head "Doesnt appear to be any severe head damage either, he picked up a flashlight from his pocked and opened Hogludn eye, and lit into it. I'd say poisoned or in severe allergic chock, we need to get him down to the infirmary. he motioned the medical teams to lift him onto a trolley then turned to Miller. "Did he eat anything you found on the mainland?"
"He found some berries we put in our breakfast oatmeal, he said he knew what they were he used to pick them at home when he was a kid"
"We're in another bloody galaxy there are no plants that are the same here as on earth, don't eat anything that haven't been cleared by the botany department!"
"But if they were poison why am I fine?"
"Some people react stronger than others to these things some not at all" he hurried after his team.

Many many hours later Hoglund awoke in a bed in the infirmary. What the hell hapened? He aksed, or well he tried to ask instead he just made a groan. But he heard someone move in the vaccinity.
"Doctor Becket! doctor Hoglund is awake".
"Thank god for that" He heard Becket respond and then the doctor was leaning over him. "How are you felling Felix?" He asked.
"Water... please..." he managed to get out. Someone held a glass to his mouth and he drank. he then settled back, "What happened?" he asked.
"you had a severe concussion and few broken ribs, but the large problem was the reaction to those berries you ate"
"Berries? Why do I have a concussion?"
"Memory loss is common after trauma, or the poison might have something to do with it"
"What?"
"You ate some strange berries in the mainland, almost blew up a jumper then tried to fly a broken jumper carrying a naquadah genrator back to Atlantis."
"So I did something stupid and nearly got everyone on atlantis killed" Hoglund said with a ironic smile, his head hurt when he did ti though so he let it fade "I'm so going to get fired"
"No one is blaming you son, you're not the first person to do something stupid on their first time off-world"
"I wasn't of world, just the mainland"
"Anything that isn't  earth is off-world" Beckett pointed out "Now the interesting part is that the concussion likely saved your life, it made you vomit, which reduced the amount of poison that you body actually managed to take in."
"Jay for blunt force trauma" Hoglund said then felt himself drft away.

he awoke later, feeling much better, he heard voices in the distance so he sat up.
"You can't volounteer someone else major" he heard Becket argue some distance away.
"I knew you would want to help"
"It's not about that!"
Hoglund opened his eyes, Becket and Major Shepard was standing a dozen meters away arguing about something.
"Morning Carson, Morning Major" he said sitting up. they both turned towards him surprised.
"You do relaise it's almost midday right?" Shepard answered him.
"Not where I have been I promise you that" Hoglund said with a weak smile, he had started to get his memory back.
"You know I got to try some of those berries you found" Shepard responded.
"I am going to throw something at you major" Hoglund promised.
" you look more like you're goign to throw up on me, you had us worried there fora while doctor"
"A while?" How long was I out"
"You've been drifting in and out of it for a week" Beckett told him.
"Paid vaccation" Hoglund smiled "Did I miss anything fun?"
"We captured a wraith, got him down in a holding cell"
"yeah sure"
"Actually they did, it's kind of a long story"
"Which actually reminds me, you fund that ancient pacification device right? Jolt a person when it feels anger or hostility"
"It registers certain body chemicals and administers a  non lethal chock, the ancients used it on violent criminals instead of prison, that way they could rehabilitate by conditioning away unwanted behaviour instead of incarcerating" Hoglund said.
"Would it work on a  wraith"  Shepard asked
"No" Hoglund responded shaking his head.
"no?" Sherpard looked suprised nearly offended "Just no?"
"The wraith have very diffrent body chemicals from us" Beckett clarified.
"What if you modify it?" Shepard tried, Hoglund buried his head in his hands, military people! he thought.
"It's not that simple!" He expased.
"Why not?"
"Because the wraith is by far closer to the Iratus bug than it is to a human, it has none of the body chemicals we do and  they're not even close enough that they have corresponding body chemicals" Beckett explained again.
"See this is why I need you to work with the Hoffans, you know these things"
"Ok but next time ask me before you tell Elizabeth that I'll do it"
Hoglund leaned back again, he was tired and he had a feeling that whatever this was about it would make itself known to him soon enough. He had no idea what an understatement that was.

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