Chapter 17

  The weapon had unleashed its fury, obliterating the wraith vessel in a blinding flash of light. From the satellite, the Lantean beam emerged, a force so monumental that it dwarfed every weapon in the arsenals of the Asgard—and far surpassed those of the Goa’uld. Freyr and Reva stood transfixed, both in shock and awe at the devastation wrought by the Lantean weapon’s platform. Yet amidst the chaos, a wave of relief washed over them; they had survived their maiden encounter with the wraith, and their presence in this galaxy remained shrouded in secrecy.

  Amos stepped back onto the Skidbladnir, a familiar weight lifting from his shoulders as he crossed the threshold of the ship. Immediately, Reva was there, her arms sweeping around him in an embrace that felt both warm and electrifying. “I thought I would never see you again,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion, tears shimmering in her eyes.

  Though Reva was derived from technology, she was evolving into something profoundly more human with each passing day. Her expressions and gestures echoed those of human women so closely that it was easy to forget the wires and circuits that underpinned her existence. Her capacity to love was untouched by the superficialities of the physical world; she was crafted to adore her creator, and without him, she grappled with a sense of emptiness.

  Seeing her tears, however, jolted Amos. He had always perceived Reva as impervious to the spectrum of human emotions, especially sorrow. He gently cradled her head with one of his hands, pulling her closer, as he enveloped her in a long, reassuring embrace. In that moment, their worlds felt intertwined, bridging the gap between metal and flesh, creator and created.

  Freyr walked up to the two lovers triumphantly. His pompous stride highlighting this important victory. “You are victorious once again Amos Fyree!” said Freyr. “Tales of your heroism will once again fill the halls of Gladsheim. Today has been a great victory. We now have an effective weapon to defeat Anubis and his new fleet”.

  Amos let go of Reva, kissing her one last time and made his way towards Freyr. “Thanks Freyr but this is only one of the weapons I wish to get while in this galaxy,” Amos rebuffed. Freyr’s eyes widened, as they always do when moved by something Amos said. “Surely, this weapon is more than enough to take on Anubis and the Goa’uld when they complete their new fleet,” said Freyr.

  Amos looked at Freyr, shook his head, placed his hands on his hips, and said, “No. This weapon is not enough to defeat the combined forces of Anubis and the System Lords, in fact his shields might even be strong enough to deflect it.” Both Reva and Freyr looked at Amos with confusing looks on their faces.

  Amos continued, “Even if we mass produce this weapon and put it on every ship in the Asgard fleet we still won’t be a match for Anubis’s shields and weapons.” Amos printed a bottle of gatorade with his wrist matter converter and sat down in his seat.

  “In the future, Anubis builds a weapon so powerful it can wipe out an entire planet. Not only that, his shields become so advanced that they can refract an energy blast back at an enemy ship destroying the ship in the process,” said Amos as he drank his gatorade. “Yes, this is an important first step, however we must continue on our mission if we ever want to defeat Anubis and the System Lords.”

  Freyr was moved by Amos’s words. He could not comprehend that Anubis had shields that could withstand even lantean beam weapons. The Asgard only had one weapon on their ships – ion cannons. It was Earth that encouraged them to diversify their portfolio of weaponry. The effectiveness of Earth’s kinetic weaponry on the Replicators reaffirmed their need to diversify their arms. The development of Earth’s BC 304 class vessels epitomized Earth’s ability to diversify. Each battle cruiser boasted railguns for point defense, tactical missiles, nuclear warheads, and asgard designed energy weapons. In the end, Earth’s vessels were able to stand side by side Asgard vessels and even destroy superior enemy ships where the Asgard had previously failed. Even so, Freyr wondered what other weapons existed that were stronger and could do a devastating blow to Anubis.

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  The crew of the Skidbladnir finished their work on the Lantean satellite weapon. Reva was able to add the lantean beam weaponry to the bow of the Skidbladnir, making this small ship the most deadly vessel in the Asgard fleet.

  “Where to next, Amos Fyree?” Freyr asked, glancing at his companion with eager anticipation. “Yes, my love, where are we headed next?” Reva chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

  Amos, ensconced in the captain's chair, swiveled thoughtfully, his mind racing. They had acquired Lantean beam weaponry; now, all they coveted were the legendary Lantean ships. Turning his attention to Reva, he posed a crucial question. “What do the SGC mission reports reveal about the location of Lantean warships?”

  Reva leaned forward, her fingers dancing over the Asgard computer's interface as she initiated a search for information on Ancient vessels. “The first ship the Atlantis expedition encountered was called the Aurora… oh my god,” she suddenly halted, a mix of shock and curiosity crossing her face as she unearthed a startling detail in the SGC mission report.

  “What is it, Reva Fyree?” Freyr pressed, his brow furrowed with intrigue.

  “It says here that the Aurora is inhabited by Ancients!” Her voice trembled with a blend of excitement and dread.

  Amos felt a wave of intensity wash over him at the revelation. “Ancients! Living, breathing Ancients,” he mused, remembering the tales of SG1, the Atlantis expedition, and the Destiny’s crew meeting these magnificent beings on their journeys. But the stories often carried a somber weight; nearly all of those who had encountered Ancients had faced loss, their fates sealed by the relentless passage of time or the fury of battle.

  “Reva, do the reports mention anything about the Lanteans' state of health?” Amos inquired, the urgency of the moment pressing upon him.

  Reva sifted through the report with renewed focus. “Ah, yes, here it is,” she began, her voice dipping into a solemn tone. “It states that the crew of the Aurora has been in suspended animation for over ten millennia. Their bodies aged beyond repair and many had perished before the expedition made contact. Tragically, the Atlantis team was unable to revive them, trapped, unable to break free from the ship’s systems. All of them… died.”

  She leaned back in her seat, the gravity of the Aurora's fate heavy in the air, as the weight of history whispered around them.

  Amos, after hearing this, was moved by the demise of the Ancients. Having a crew of Ancients on their side would be formidable and could set the stage for something else, something greater. However, they did not have the technological means to bring back the Ancients – not now at least. Bringing back the Ancients would have to wait.

  “Reva, have there been any additional findings regarding Ancient vessels in the SGC mission reports?” Amos inquired, his voice laced with a mixture of hope and urgency. Reva’s eyes narrowed as she delved deeper into the database, scanning the endless lines of data for any traces of the fabled Ancient warships.

  A triumphant smile broke across her face as she exclaimed, “Ah ha! Here’s one. Colonel Shepard and his team encountered a world known as Taranis. According to this report, the inhabitants possess a Lantean warship—an Aurora class.” The words hung in the air, vibrating with the promise of adventure.

  Freyr, leaning back in thought, replied decisively, “We should investigate.”

  Amos nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. “Reva, input the gate address for Taranis into the navigational computer and plot a course,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

  Yet a shadow of concern marred Reva’s brow as she turned to Amos. “But what about the Ancient satellite? The Wraith could come searching for their destroyed vessel. If it lacks shields, it would be vulnerable to destruction.”

  Amos paused, absorbing Reva’s words. He glanced towards Freyr, seeking a solution. “Freyr, is there a way we could utilize Asgard beaming technology to transport the satellite with us?”

  Freyr furrowed his brow, contemplating the feasibility of the idea. “No, I wouldn’t recommend attempting to beam the satellite. Given its size, it would overload our buffers during a prolonged hyperspace flight.”

  Amos countered, “But Freyr, my people managed to teleport an entire building into space using your beams. Surely this satellite could be handled similarly.”

  Once again, Freyr firmly shook his head. “You’re considering using Asgard beaming technology as a storage device. While teleporting the station over a brief duration might be possible, the buffers on this ship aren’t equipped to handle such a large object without risking molecular degradation.”

  Reva, determined to rescue the satellite, interjected, “What if we left the shields behind? The Asgard provided us with portable shield generators; we could use those to give the satellite a fighting chance.”

  “No,” Amos stated, shaking his head resolutely. “Instead, let’s consider towing the satellite. It should be feasible to pull it along with our onboard tractor beam through hyperspace.”

  At this, a glimmer of agreement flickered in Freyr's eyes. “You’re right, Amos. That just might work.”

  With calculated precision, the Skidbladnir maneuvered into position above the newly restored satellite, enveloping it in the powerful embrace of its tractor beam. Reva then set the course for Taranis, the ship shuddering gently as it once again slipped into the vastness of hyperspace, ready to uncover whatever mysteries awaited them on the distant world.