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

To chapter 6 

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

to chapter 4

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.

to chapter 6

SGA Scrapped Fanfic Book 1 Chapter 4 Power play

To chapter 3

Power Play

(the following chapter needs rewriting, it needs to be longer or dropped, it needs to actually divulge the plot of the episode it's circulating around to those who havent seen the episode, right now it reads a comment as much as a bad fanfic)

Felix Hoglund was woken by a load sound, he sat up totally disorientated, the last days had been hell on them all, as soon as they had gotten power distribution working in a way that McKay was pleased with some Athosian kid had let out and energy being that had proceeded to eat several generators so that had to redo it. No one of the scientists or technicians had gotten nearly enough sleep.

"All available members of the scientists report to the briefing room for emergency briefing, the intercom said, that was the sound that had awoken him. Hoglund reached for his clock then realised it was still set for earth time so it didn't matter anyway, he pulled on his clothes and hurried to the nearest transporter. On the other hand he thoight if the Athosian kid hadn't let out the energy being they maybe still wouldn't know about the transporters. Installing generators was much less of a toil when you didn't have to lug the cases up and down all the stairs. He met Zalenka outside the transporter. Hoglund supressed a jawn.

"Do you know what this is about?" Hoglund asked.

"The off-world team has gotten stuck inside a space gate because  a drive-pod wouldn't retract"

"Isn't mckay there?"

"Yeah but there isn't much he can do from the back of a jumper, atleast not whe he's only got 38 minutes"

"Why thirty eight minutes?"

"Maximum time a wormhole cna remain open"

"Ok I'll have to read up on that"

Zalenka pushed the button for stargate controll.

"Time to save to save mckay then" Hoglund muttered, "I thought you didn't like the guy, Zalenka said stepping out of the transporter.

"I don't but if he dies then Kavanagh is in charge" they started walking towards the stairs.

"Is there anyone in your department you like?" Zalenka asked while hurrying up the stairs.

"Not really, a few I don't mind that much though" Hoglund muttered before walking down the stairs to stargate operations and the briefing room.
 He entered the room finding Peterssen arguing with Kavanagh. he sat down and turned to Grodin.

"I heard what happened what do you need me to do?"

"You know Kavanagh is really the head of your department with Rodney away, right?" Grodin responded not looking away from his calculations

"Yeah but he seems busy" Hoglund smiled and nodded towards the arguing doctors further down the table.

"Yeah, I think he's kind of missing the point" Grodin looked away from his calculations and shrugged, then paused. "You read ancient right?"

"I read latin, and ancient is very similiar so I manage"

"Start looking for similiar incidents in the ancient database" Grodin suggested. Hoglund went of to wind a unoccupied console.

Five minutes later he retentered the briefing room. Kavanagh was fuming over something.

"Weir's been here?" Hoglund asked and say down next to Simpson while sitting down.

"yes" she said, then it added, "We recommended they close the hatch. It at most buys us time though, you found anything?"

"Oh yeah there are over three million black box entries in the ancient database. over five hundred thousand ones for ships in roughly the size of a jumper. at least a half of those entries contains the word stargate somewhere in the information. I'm sure I could become a scholar when it comes to ancient technology and it's development here but finding something useful here in time to save the people we got trapped is propably not that likely"

"Start from the back the jumper was the model they used when they left Altantis and whatever malfunction caused this has obviously not been fixed yet" doctor Wagner suggested from a few seats away.

"The chances of actually solving this is still negligible" Kavanagh sneered. "atleast you can see that right Hoglund" Hoglund met his eyes, Kavanagh was probably right, but Hogludn wasnt going to say that, in front of the entire science team.

"How about we discuss this when we don't have a deadline" he suggested, Kavanagh didn't look exactly pleased with the response. But Grodin and several of the other scientists nodded. Hoglund started going over the black box entries by a keyword principle, which is easier said than done in a language that you don't speak properly but haven't been fully translated by anyone yet. About five minutes later Simpson and Kavanagh began arguing over something. Then they were interuppted as Weir entered the room.

"You're supposed to be working on solutions." she chided them. Kavanagh gave her an irritated look.

"We think the Jumper must be damaged for this to have happened in the first place. Ancient systems are too advanced for this to have been pilot error." he pointed out.

"So?"

"So depending on the extent of the damage, we can't rule out a catastrophic power feedback in the drive manifold." Hoglund almost buried his head in his hands instead he took a sip of coffe and held his tounge. In a situation like this you need to be brief.

"Without the technobabble, please." Weir told him.

"Doctor Kavanagh was pointing out that there is a very slim chance that with the cockpit controls interrupted and the pod damaged, the main drive could overload." Simpson tried to explain, but that was little better.

"She means to say explode -- especially if McKay starts nosing around inside the control conduits to retract the drive pod manually. And he will. I know I would."Kavanagh still wasn't getting the point across.

"Zelenka is working on simulations. I just came from there." Weir said.

"If there is a catastrophic overload, the full force of the explosion will break up the Jumper, follow the burning fragments through the Stargate like a bomb." Kavangh was beginning to sound upset. Weir nodded then turned to Simpson.

" You think the risk of this happening is minimal?" she asked

"In my opinion, yes." Simpson responded and stood glaring at Kavanagh. Weir looked up on the rest of them.

"You all agree?" She asked, Hoglund nodded, the thing he didn't get was that Kavangh wasn't a bad scientist he should know better than to get hung up on details like that.

"Then we take the chance." Weir concluded.
 Kavanagh stood and crossed his arms glaring first at Simpson and then at Weir.

"I thought it was important to point out the risk."

"Fine. You did. Now please, worry a little bit more about their lives and less about your own ass." Kavanagh made a irritated sound again "Twenty three minutes."  Weir said to the room. then left. Kavanagh stood there for a few moments then he hurried after her.

Hoglund turned to Simpson as soon as Kavanagh had left.

"If mckay doesnt make it through this Kavangh is going to make your life a hell for opposing him on this you know that right?"

"That one? he wouldnt dare try soemthign like that, evne if he was in charge" then the dime dropped for Hoglund, if the gate shield was closed it was almost certain that Kavangh would end up in charge it was a coup. A few minutes later Kavangh came back in an even worse mood than before. As soon as he sat down Hoglund stood up.

"I'm going for some more coffee" he said and hurriedly left the room. He found doctor Weir in her office.

"Do you mind if I disturb you one second doctor?" he asked

"Come in Hoglund please tell me you havent also got a case of bruised ego"

"No, I am a genius don't get me wrong" Weir's look grew stale and Hoglund continued "But I'm not the one who's going to solve this, no this is about Kavanagh"

"What about him?"

"You do realsie that if it should come to the worst he'll be acting head of science on atlantis right?" Weir looked liek she was goign to snap somethign at him, then decided not to. Instead she took a deep breath.

"What are you implying Hoglund?" she asked him.

"I'm implying nothing doctor" Hoglund said and stood.

"I know what you are implying" Weir said coldly "And one might argue that if  I assumed Kavanagh didn't want McKay to survive and so took him out of the order the person next on the list would be yourself. and that you are here suggesting this proves you have thought about it, where as I cannot be sure that Kavanagh has."  Hoglund paused for a second, had he been conspiring to take control of Atlantis himself, perhaps subconsciously. He wasnt sure he really like that part of himself but he smiled anyway.

"I have said what I came to say, what you make of that is up to you" he said. Weir started to say something but then there a buzz over the intercom.

"Doctor Weir, doctor Zelenka thinks he has found something". Doctor Weir dismissed Hoglund with gesture then hurried out into the controll room.

Later that evening he was sitting working on his report in the main science lab, he had decided to leave his suspicions about Kavanagh out of the report, better not remind Weir more than nessecarry. He heard the door and turned, McKay entered.

"Ah Hodlund, haven't seen you all day" he walked up to one of the desks and seemed to be looking for a paper.

"No but you did manage to wake me up this morning" Hoglund joked.

"Sorry to let me and my team being in mortal danger upset you sleeping schedule" McKay retorted.

"Would have been ironic, wouldn't it, the great Rodney McKay the worlds foremost expert on stargates killed by a stargate."

"I'm laughing on the inside" mckay found the paper and turned towards the door again.

"Watch out for Kavanagh Rondey" Hoglund said watching the screen.

"Kavanagh? Please he doesn't have the guts to try to conspire against anyone"

"Unless that's just an act" Hoglund pointed out turning toward him. "I might just be paranoid but paranoia and a long life go together"

"Paranoia also goes well with a failed career,t I hear" Rodney muttered. Hoglund gave him a cold glare then shrugged and turned back to the screen

"Suit yourself, McKay" he said. Mckay stood there for a while then he shrugged too and left. What really made Hoglund angry was that Mckay was probably right, if they had contact with earth what he had said to weir today might well have gotten him sent home. People really wasn't his thing. He closed the laptop he'd finish the report tomorrow.


to chapter 5

SGA Scrapped Fanfic Book 1 Chapter 3 The Archimdes Prinicple

To chapter 2


 The Archimedes principle

(this chapter needs to be longer, consider adding more characters and what they are doing as of this moment)

Hoglund and several other scientist, the so called people that arent complete morons, as McKay so eloquently put it, were gathered in the main energy chamber. Peter Grodin had been quite correct I his assusmption that they were low on power. In fact mcKay had put it quite well when he looked at thr readings and proclaimed that they were screwed.
“We need to interface out power generators with these systems” Kavanagh said. “It may buy us the time we need to find a sustainable solution”
“Thats's assuming that the naquadah generators can even supply the required effect, which they can't, by a long shot” McKay answered him.
“If we overclock them they might” Suggested Simpson.
“You're talking about overclocking a nuclear reactor” another scientist that Hoglund didnt know the name of pointe out.
“If we cannot extend the lifetime of the forcefield, we're all dead anyway.” Hoglund retorted.
“Because of the time constraints that's atleast what we must assume for now” McKay agreed. “Simpson, Hoglund get started on it, I must inform doctor weir”
“We'll get it done” Hoglund said.
“good and Hoglund?”
“yes”
“Dont hook them up without first talking to me or doctor weir”
“Don't be they guy responsible for setting of a potential nuke... that's good advice” Hoglund said sarcastically then followed Simpson.

Several hours later Felix was sitting leaning back against the wall in the power controll room. He was sweating so much that it looked like he had taken a shower. Doctor Simpson was sitting half sleeping against anothe wall. McKay entered the room.
"Shouldn't you be working?"
"It can't be done. I've shut the generators down on the verge of overload five times. And we're approaching a third of the required power."
McKay nodded.
"Pack up the reactors and get them to the gate room, I'll inform Elizabeth that we need to evacuate." He left the room again. Hoglund struggled unto his feet slowly then walked over and shook simpson to wake her.
"Uh... Hoglund?" She said. "Should we keep trying?"
"Nah. McKay doesn't belive it'll work we're supposed to pack the generators and prepare for evacuation." He pulled her to her feet and started putting the generators in the case.
"We can't abandon this city now. Think of what we might learn from it."
"There may still be ancients in this galaxy if we live we can find them and learn. If we go down with the city we lose any such chances."
"But this is the only gate that can dial intergalactic"
Hoglund secured the last reactor down into the case.
"If we can learn why, we can duplicate those conditions." He closed the case. And activated his radio "This is the main power room we have the naquadah generators ready for transport."
"This is McKay I've sent down a technician with a trolley for them.  Get to the gate room" the radio razors back at him. Hoglund looked at Simpson she still looked very disoriented hopefully it was just fatigue bit the worst case scenario was of course radiation poisoning. He steered her towards the stairs. If there had been some kind of leak the risks of her rubbing it of was small. Or well it wasn't small, but the chances he wasn't already affected was astronomically slim. He felt the city start to rumble. To late McKay he thought as the lights started to flicker. One of the technicians showed up in the stair and grabbed simpsons other should and they sprinted up the stairs as fast as they could with her. Hoglund realised that even with the threat of certain doom this was how he liked it. Only a guys guts and intelligence between him and death. This was what he had been missing his entire life. They came up to a platform with windows facing the dark green ocean water. If it wasn't for the lights of Atlantis they would never have been able to even see that they were under water. Sunlight doesn't pierce very far into water. Then all the lights went out and they felt a strong lurch under their feet.
"What was that" the technician asked.
"Accelaration" Hoglund said. "They have fired up the stardrive" he realised as soon as he had said it that it was impossible. The ZPMs were empty.
"Not the stardrive" Simpson said. For the first time in hours sounding vivid. 'The Archimedes principle" she pointed out. The increasing accaration knocked Hoglund down to the ground before he found answer. There he lay on the floor as he though the window saw the surface of the water conning closer and more sunlight reaching them. Then he saw a spire on the other side of the window pierce it, and then more of them. If they had gone at this speed into the water rather than out of they would have been obliterated, now instead there was another lurch as the fact that they had less resistance to their movement was counteracted by that any air above the surface no longer contributed to their accelaration. But an obeject in motion the size of manhatta. Doesn't stop easily and they lifted several meters of their equlibrium before gravity caught up to them. For a moment it was as if they were weightless then they with a thundering crash landed in the ocean again. Hoglund got on his feet slowly. He felt like he was going to throw up. Radiation poisoning he thought for a second before concluding, sea sickness. He would have to get used to it he supposed, because when he looked out the window he saw ocean with no end. He reached for his radio to report in just to realise that he had smashed it totally when the city had crashed back into the ocean. The technician looker at him nodded and called them in instead. Simpson was also getting on her feet. Strangely she looked much better of. Adrenalin Hoglund guessed. Which probably meant her earlier symptoms had simplybeen dehydration.
"Brilliant" she said looking at the ocean. "A magnetic anchor, when power levels drop to a specific point it releases and the city raises on buoyancy." Hoglund nodded at her words. It was bloody brilliant. He found a panel next to a window touched it and opened a door to a balcony. He felt a rush of fresh air, not cold, the climate was propably atleast temperate, but much colder than the steaming hot air still raising from the power distribution room. He hadn't realised how much the heat had bothered him until it was gone. Radiation poisoning? Bah he had been nearly as dilerious as Simpson.
He stepped outside. Sunlight for the first time since he had descended down into NORAD. He drew the salt air into his lungs. It tasted like home. hhe was now at least 90% certain that the sea was actually water. Wind and sun maybe they could run the city of that. Then another thought came to him. The ascent had used potential energy. The city could'be done the ascent and descent thousands of times over a very long time automatically. It was brilliant. The question was ofcourse if a ZPM could even be recharged by conventional means.
"Doctors" the technician said "doctor McKay wants to see the both of you in the briefing room" Hoglund nodded. McKay propably wanted him to start working on the power supply again ofcourse he'd need someone to replace Simpson who still looked like she could throw up any minute. "We'll be right up" he said.

The science team was gathered in the briefing room again.

"so what's out situation" Mckay aksed the floor.

"Well, the ZPMs are entirely drained, the last shred of energy was used to power shield during the ascent of the city" Peter Grodin, informed him.

"Was it possible to interface our generators with the city?" Mckay turned to Hoglund.

"Yes now that we don't have to power the shield it should be doable, but we still don't have enough for anything but the most primary functions... we might be able to stretch the capacity of we move the generators closer to the things we want them to power"

"I want you to take a few technicians and get that done when we are done here." He looked them over "Anything else I should know before my meeting with Shepard and Weir?"

"We found spaceships, small ones they might be intended to go through the gate" one of the doctors pointed out,

"That could prove to be useful, ok meanwhile try to find out what you can and please don't break anything" He left the room. Hoglund heard several members of the science team grumble at the last comment. Hoglund wasn't surprised though, knew McKay, he knew this was Rodney Mckay on a good day.

To chapter 4

SGA Scrapped Fanfic Book 1 Chapter 2 Departure

To chapter 1 Decisions.

See the comments i made in the beginning of chapter 1 for the reasons I scrapped this book of the fanfic.

 Departure

(this chapter needs to be rewritten, all nietzche references needs to be exchanged for some quote that would actually make daniel jacksson concerned)

Doctor Felix Hoglund stepped out of the elevator, he wast to find of the cold war vibe of the chaynee mountain facility, he didnt really enjoy having so much people around him either. Everyone seemed really tense and he didnt know a single one of them. Once out the elevator he followed his escort towards the 'gate room' he still now two weeks after receiving the brief not
really shake the feeling it was all an elaborate hoax. He had looked over the math on this stargate ad he had known for years that wormholes were theoretically possible, but that was far from being told that they not only existed but could be used for travel.
He suddenly saw afamiliar face in a corridor to the side, he stopped.
“mcKay!” he called, doctor mckay had been standing talking to a tall woman with short blonde hair in an air force uniform. Now he turned around.
“Hoglund” he said walking over to Felix. They shook each others hands, the blonde woman had coem with McKay also shook his hand introducing herself as “doctor Samantha carter”
“Doctor?” Felix said surprised, “I would have guessed a military title from the way you're dressed”
“I am also an air force colonel, and leader of Sg-1”
“oh yes I remember reading you name in the missions reports, its an honour to meet you colonel doctor carter”
“just go with sam or samantha will you?” she smiled.
“So this is all real?” Felix felt compelled to ask, McKay rolled his eyes, Felix had forgotten how condescending that man could be soemtimes.
“Yes this is all real, I can understand its a little hard to grasp at first” Carted said with a wide smile.
“Then there's an issue that I really need to run by the both of you”
“go ahead”
“The stargate according to to the files disintegrates into a energized matter stream just before the event horizon of stable wormhole to reintegrate you on the other side, right?”
“Yes, thats correct”
“Then is it really transporting you and not destroying you in one place an creating an exact copy at the destination?”
“That would be an issue should you conscientiousness disappear during the transit but you are aware throughout the transfer process.” McKay pointed out.
“How is that even possible, how can I be conscious if I have no physical body”
“Well its impossible to know for certain since the science is so beyond us but its likely that the stargate transfers your consciousness separate as energy and then places it back in the body at the point of reassembly.” McKay offered
“we also know that consciousnesses can exist without a physical body under certain conditions” Carter pointed out.
“Are we talking about a soul here Samantha?”
“I'm not really sure what we're talking about, the phenomenon is called ascension and its as far beyond the people who first built the stargates as the stargates are beyond us”
“interesting... I'll have to read up on that” Felix said “well now i have to run if i'm to catch up with my group, I'll see you later McKay, and nice to meet you Samantha” He hurried after his group.
“He's not half as bad as you made him out to be McKay” Carter pointed out.
“Oh yes he seems all charming at first but then he gets fascinated by something an goes of pursuing his own agenda letting everyone who depends on him down.” McKay looked really worried, “And You've just given him his new fascination”
“What do you mean”
“What do you think will happen when he reads up on ascension?”


“Doctor Jackson right?” A voice asked. Daniel looked up from his notes. There was a man standing in the door to his office, about middle length, dark blonde hair drawn up into a pony tail and a Pegasus expedition uniform denoting him as a member of the science staff. Daniel stood up and shook his hand.
“You must be one of the new guys” he said.
“Doctor Felix Hoglund” the stranger introduced himself.
“Scandinavian?” Daniel guessed sitting down motioning Hoglund to sit in the other chair.
“Yes Swedish actually, how did you know”
“Brytning och efternamn” Daniel answered in fluent Swedish.
“My accent and my surename? And here I thought I was fluent in English, ah well I guess I cant compete with a linguist”
“So what can I do for you doctor Hoglund” Daniel asked.
“I read the sg-1 mission reports and understood that you had been ascended, what the reports doesn't properly explain is how it happened, is it possible to ascend without the help of an ascended being or is it not?”
“I got to say I'm a little surprised, most people here just go blank when I start with my 'meaning of life kind of stuff' as Jack so politely put it, you're one of the first who seems genuinely interested in the subject”
“I live for knowledge, Dr Jackson, so everlasting life and all the knowledge in the universe have a certain appeal to me”
“Well I cant help you much, without being an ancient you cant ascend without the help of one who is already ascended, and even that only happens under extraordinary circumstances”
“Why is that?”
“Because they're really not supposed to help people ascend. Some, like Oma Desala, who helped me ascend, breaks the rules and does it anyway but I think there's a limit on how often they can do it without risking the wrath of the others”
“But she ascended you?”
“Yes, but only after I gave my life to save millions of innocent people, and I dont think she would have done it if I had done so expecting to be ascended”
“So it basically ends up a paradox the only people who can ascend are those who do not want to?”
“I hope our wisdom will grow with our power, and teach us, that the less we use our power the greater it will be.” Jackson said with a smile, and then when hoglund didnt reply looked a bit dissapointed.
“Sorry Jacksson, I have no idea” Hoglund admitted.
“Thomas Jeffersson”
“Oh, well not american so I wouldnt know... 'The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else. And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else'” Hoglund replied with a grin. Jackson looked slightly discomforted.
“Nietzsche” he said “If you want to get on the good side of the ascended ancients I would avoid Nietzsche and Machiavelli... I also wouldn't quote the former around US military personnel, a few of them seem to believe Nietzsche was a nazi” Jacksson looked at his clock then stood up and grabbed his jacket “We should go down to stargate operations, this is going to be an historic day you know” Then he realized something “Did they let you go up here all by yourself?”
“The trick is acting like you have every right to be there” Hoglund smiled and stood.

They parted ways just outside Stargate operations Hoglund went to the gateroom and Jackson up the stairs to the controll room.
“Daniel” Brigadier General Jack O'Niell greeted him “I see you found our run away doctor”
“Yes he had some questions regarding ascension” Daniel said.
“Of course he did” muttered McKay over at his keyboard shooting a meaningful look toward colonel carter.
“So what do you make of him? Another egghead?”
“Eggheads don't quote Nietzsche at you, except maybe for the platitudes”
“So, God is dead?” O'niell aksed, meanwhile sergant siler came up and told mckay he was needed to hook up the ZPM.
“Which of course also goes for military personnel... No he spoke of will to power”
“and?”
“and Nietzsches writing on the subject was a major influence on a certain german disctator”
“I know you were right with the whole pyramids were built by aliens thing. But you know Hitler is dead...” When Daniel didnt respond jack looked worried “Please tell me Hitler is dead daniel,not some gould who can make himself return again and again”
“I would be very suprised if he was, no that it a perfectly good example of humans being just as evil. I may be reading way to much into a of statement, many people read nietzsche”
“But we're not sending many people into another galaxy”
“Only the best of the best...”
“No”
“No?”
“No you're not going with them”
“I wasnt going to ask”
“Of course not”

Hoglund entered the gateroom, the room was already full of people representing all the nations comitted to the endevour. Some military personel came though behind him and Hoglund had to step out of the way.

"Does anyone speak what these guys are speaking?" a young lieutenant asked openly the room mentioning to the people beside him.

"Nope but they are speaking Czech" Hoglund commented, another guy wearing the Czech flag-patch and science colours, hurried up tot hem and started translating, when he had gotten the lieutenant's message across and the lieutenant has hurried of Hoglund turned to the Czech guy who had known English.
“Dobry den” Hoglund said in broken czech and extended his hand. “Felix Hoglund, Sweden”
The Czech doctor looked surprised but took his hand.
“Radek Zalenka, Czech republic” he said, then “Mluvíte česky?“
“Actually no, only hello, and the primary colours, lived next door to a  czech exchange student back at the university” Hoglund smiled
“Well it's more than most do” Zalenka said and shrugged “Have you done this before?”
“Wormhole travel or wormhole travel to another galaxy?” Hoglund responded, he was starting to feel slightly ill.
“Either?”
“Not really no”
“Its funny a few months ago, I would have told anyone who asked extracting zero point energy was impossible and wormholes was...”
“...Science fiction. I know what you mean, I've spend half my life telling people modern physics doesn't really work that way, then again I have a nagging suspicion that for all the technical marvels of that thing” Hoglund gestured towards the gate “no one really understands the science behind it”
A few feet away from them two American airforce officers where greeting each other, one of them without a word showed he disliked the other. Zalenka saw where Hoglund had been looking.
“Major Shepard is a late addition to the expedition, just like yourself, I heard General O'neill had to order colonel Sumner to accept his as part os his force”
Hoglund opened his mouth to respond when doctor Elizabeth weir enter the gate room.
“Can I have everyone's attention please” she said loudly walking up to the ramp. Everyone went quiet. “All right here we go, we are about to try and make a connection, we've been unable to predict exactly how much power this is going to take...” upon hearing this Hoglund could help smiling, McKay will have hated, not being able to determine that. “ and we may only get the one chance at this so if we are able to achieve a stable wormhole, we're not gonna risk shutting the Gate down. We'll send in the M.A.L.P robot probe, check for viability and go. Everything in one shot.” she pasued for a moment, Hoglund observed her carefully, her rethorics were excellent, no wonder she was considered one of the best international negotiators in the world she continued “Now, every one of you volunteered for this mission and you represent over a dozen countries. You are the world's best and brightest; and in light of the adventure we are about to embark on, you are also the bravest. I hope we all return one day having discovered a whole new realm for humanity to explore, but as all of you know, we may never be able to return home. I'd like to offer you all one last chance to withdraw your participation.”
Hoglund knew everyone else was looking around them for people who backed out, of course none of them could do so in front of everyone else,a master stroke actually, this way Weir reinforced the idea that it was their own decision into everyone's mind while really imposing her own will upon them. He wondered if she knew it herself. If so then the nice kind doctor he had met on his interview was in fact one of the most dangerous people on the expedition, perhaps even more dangerous than Mckay, and way more dangerous than the stone faced colonel who was eyeing every person in the room. Hoglund didn't he kept his eyes on Weir, none of the others not even Zalenka, who's company he actually tolerated, really mattered, he threw one glance towards the colonel again, who met his eyes.
Fool, Hoglund thought, five minutes and he was already doing exactly what weir wanted him to do. He shoot a glance toward major shepard, the major was actually keeping his eyes fixed at weir, as well. A much smarter and more dangerous man than the colonel Hoglund was willing to bet.
“begin the dialing sequence” Weir simply commanded. And left the room. Hoglund felt himself swallowing as the gate begun spinning. Maybe this was just some elaborate hoax there was no way a ring no matter what material it was made of could actually make a wormwhole was there? But he really knew that it was not the case, no one used a massive bunker under Norad and some of the worlds most famous scientists for a hoax. The existence of the stargate program also explained where McKay had been the last couple of years.
He heard the colonel say something to the major and listened up.
“I'm sure you'll warm up to me once you get to know me sir” the major responded.
“So long as you remember who's giving the orders” the colonel said started walking away.
“That would be doctor weir right?” the major said with a smile. Smart enough to realise it but not smart enough to know when to shut up obviously, something of a joker, in both meanings of the words.

“Chevron eight is locked” a voice said over the intercom and a massive vortex of unstable energy burst forth from the circle. Everyone started applauding.
“They really did it” Hoglund whispered. The lieutenant from earlier had returned and stood a few feet away and now turned to Hoglund with a look of surprise.
“We do this all the time doctor” he said. “its nothing strange”
“That's because you dont understand the magnitude of what you do all the time Lieutenant...” Hoglund threw a glance at his name tag 'Aiden Ford' is said "...Ford" he added. He made a gesture of desperation with his hands “it's supposed to be impossible”
“Well its obviously not” the lieutenant answered and walked up to take his position in the military formation.
“Obviously” Hoglund muttered.
The Colonel started walking up the ramp bellowing orders at the top of his lungs.
“Let's go, people. We don't know how much time we've got. Security teams one and two, you're up first. All other personnel will follow on our signal. Once on the other side, keep moving, clear the debarkation area. On my lead.”
Hoglund scoffed, he'd met colonels who could whisper and still get obeyed, this sumner figure was beginning to feel like a caricature.
“Hold on Colonel” he heard a voice say. Weir re-entered the room picked up her backpack and walked up the ramp to him. Hoglund grabbed his own pack. “We go through together” weir said. Good of her not to let herself be run over by the military detachment, not so good to openly challenge them. Time would tell if here strategy would win out. The colonel responded something but Hoglund was to far away to hear it. It seemed he had agreed because Weir fell in right behind him. She paused right before the event horizon before taking one last look back against the control room and walking though it and Hoglund suddenly realised it was the first time she passed through the gate to, well he could understand her hesitation better than she probably could. Hoglund was hoping he'd manage to get though the gate before throwing up of anxiety. Funny he had heard people call him cold and callous, he didn't feel that way, just because he didn't show his feelings didn't mean he didn't feel.

“Expedition team move out” He heard general O'Niell say over the intercom, Shepard and Ford paused before the event horizon too and said something to each other before ford jumped backwards through it. Not the way Hoglund would've done it, the gate should conserve the momentum after all, or the energy principle would start breaking down. But thej again the leiutenant had done this before.
Shepard gritted his face and stepped through.
The last soldirs passed though quickly after him, they had probably all done it before, then the civilians started moving, McKay came running down to walk though as the first science team member, show of, Hoglund thought. Then he was awarded as McKay stopped before the gate, Hoglund walked up next to him.
“You haven't done it?”
“Shut up, Hoglund” McKay responded.
“What happened to being the greatest expert alive on this thing?” Mckay shot him an irritated glance then stepped though. Hoglund grinned his anxiety gone, if McKay did it, it was obviously perfectly safe. He stepped though the gate. Carter had been right he could 'see' the matter stream being transferred though a dark void, his mind active all the time, though not active as it usually was, this place made it hard to concentrate. He stepped out through the event horizon on the other side.
“Conservation of momentum” he said nodding to himself. “Any particle passing into the event horizon will thus also have to pass out. It's brilliant, and those rings must be quantum states of spatial displacement” Then he realised where he was. A large dark room two stories high all lit in a unearthly blue light.
“Everyone else find an open spot and park it” the colonel bellowed. Of course thought Hoglund if there wasn't enough space on the receiving end there was no telling what would happen. He wondered if McKay had studied the phenomenon, then again McKay wasn't as much curious as he was interested in getting credit. Inductive science wasn't his thing.
Hoglund walked down a few steps in the rear end of the room and put his pack down. Amazing, this place was obviously ten thousand years old yet it could've been left yesterday for all he could see. Weir said something in her com and a bottle cam rolling through the gate then it shut down.
Hoglund walked over to one of the lights, and layed his hand on it. It was cold. Hoglund searched his bag for his digital thermomenter, he increased the sensitivity of it and checked around the lightsource, there was no heat pattern, the light gave of no heat whatsoever or such infinitesimal amounts that his gear could not pick it up, At this setting his own breath would cause it to go wild... at this setting his own breath should cause it to go wild why didn't it? Exactly body temperature he realised. The air all the air was kept at a perfect temperature for human inhabitance. Impressive.
This city was doing things beyond the technology of modern man for such basic things as light and temperature, the people who built this city must have been so incredibly advanced.
“Can you help us with this?” a man from the science team asked Hoglund. He along with one of his colleagues was dragging a large crate.
“Sure” Hoglund said. Grabbing it and helping pushing it down a ramp “What is it?”
“Naquadah generators” the other scientist, a short dark haired woman, responed.
“Naquadah?”
“The material the gate is made up of, it is extremely fissionable, yielding enormous amounts of high grade radiation, but next to nothing of the low-grade slow decay variations” the first scientist explained. “How did you end up here if you haven't even been cleared to know of naquadah?”
“Kavanagh, dont be an ass” the female scientist retorted. “I'm Doctor Fiona Simpson by the way, and this is doctor peter Kavanagh ” she added to Hoglund.
“Doctor Felix Hoglund” Hoglund introduced himself.
“I've heard of you, you're the scientist who caused the breakdown of the swedish particle accelarator arent you”
“No I'm the guy who happened to be in charge when it happened to break down” Hoglund said through gritted teeth. “I'm also the guy who fixed it, with ducttape and wire I might add”
“And we're all very impressed” Kavanagh retorted. Hoglund suppressed the desire to sigh, he wondered how many socially maladjusted geniuses that had come through the gate. This guy was even more unpleasant than McKay, McKay at least didn't get that he was being obnoxious this guy just didn't seem to care.
“What is that?” doctor Simpson, broke into their verbal sparring. She released the crate and started walking down the hallway towards a beam of light somewhat different than the ones given of from the light fixtures. “Oh my god” she said as she came up to what appeared to be window.
Hoglund caught up with here, then realised she had put it quite well.
“Atlantis indeed” he gasped.
“How is this even possible” Kavanagh asked, “Judging from the distance to the surface there shouldn't be any sunlight piercing to this depth.”
“You're assuming this sun has the same properties as out own” Hodlund pointed out. Kavanagh nodded.
“Of course a higher energetic wavelength will lead to a greater amount of photon tunneling.and thus greater illumination at a greater depth”
“Perhaps that is why the city is sunken in the first place, if the light is energetic enough it may not be very pleasant” Simpson suggested
“If it was that bad it wouldn't have liquid water” Hoglund corrected her. The realised something “Assuming that is water”
“Some kind of silicide then?” Simpson put forward.
“You are still just basing it on the assumption the sun is sufficiently energetic not to allow liquid water” Kavanagh pointed out.
“True without breaking the surface its nearly impossible to try the spectral properties of the sun.”
“We're under water” one of the technicians came down the stairs and informed them”
“We know”
“Kavanagh, Mckay is looking for you” The technician informed him. “Down two flights of stairs” Kavanagh made an irritated sound then went in the direction the techinician had indicated. The technician introduced himself as Peter Grodin head technician for the mission.
“Maybe you two can tell me, how come the water pressure doesn't break the city at this depth its not exactly a battysphere.” The technician asked Hoglund and Simpson. It was a valid point, Hoglund scanned though the window down towards the city then saw it.
“Some sort of forcefield, ingenious, the amount of power required must be massive” Hoglund pointed out. Grodin looked a bit shocked at this statement.
“Don't you have a PhD too” Simpson asked
“Yes electrical engineering, how massive?”
“well if we do a diophantime approximation and say each of these skyscarapers is 300 meters high and has a base of 15 times 15 meters then each of them would have an outside area of 18000 square meters, say there are 150 of these spires that's a exposed area of nearly 3 million square meters, the gravity seems to be roughly the same as earth so the water pressure would be too, under at least a hundred feet of ocean its roughly 300 kilopascal so the force exerted at the structure of the city at any one given time is 810 billion newtons. Roughly the same as holding up 81million tonnes... metric tonnes” By now both Simpson and Grodin was staring at him.
“What?” Hoglund asked.
“And I guess that answers Kavanagh's question of why you are here” Simpson responded diplomatically.
“The reason I ask is that when we started up the control room earlier it seemed the energy reserves was quite low, one or two per mill of the capability.”
“Well that depends on...” Simpson began
“No” Hoglund cut her of “Go find McKay tell him this, it's better we assume we're in trouble and are wrong than the opposite” He looked out the window again and saw an air bubble release itself from one of the buildings “We are in trouble! Go!” he shouted. Grodin was already speeding up the stairs asking in his com where mckay was. “Simpson you go that way” Hoglund said pointing down the hall “find other members of the science team tell them to start shutting thing of, anything that is not necessary” I'll go the other and the do the same. They both took of in their respective directions.


Again parts of this may be salvageable, but parts will have to be rewritten as  I make changes to the main character and attempt to add a villain in there somewhere.

to chapter 3