Chapter 14
Three days had slipped by in the luxurious confines of the Fyree Penthouse, perched high above the vibrant skyline of Valhalla. As the sun began its ascent on the third day, both Amos and Reva stirred to life, honoring their promise to reconnect with the bustling city below. Amos carefully extricated himself from the warmth of Reva’s embrace, delicately shifting her arm from his shoulders, and padded to the kitchen in search of nourishment.
With a practiced ease, he activated his virtual tablet, seamlessly linked to the Asgard printer, and conjured up a plate of chicken and waffles—the comfort food of his Chicago youth. Balancing the steaming dish in one hand, he made his way through the scattered remnants of their stay, eventually reaching the glass door leading to the balcony. Outside, a cozy dinette awaited his presence, and he settled into a chair, gazing out over the sprawling, futuristic city as he savored each bite while juggling several ongoing projects on his tablet.
In that moment of serene concentration, the balcony door glided open, and a familiar figure stepped into view.
“Good morning!” Reva chimed, her voice radiating warmth. “Good morning, my love!” Amos paused, his gaze lifting from his work. He leaned over, brushing his lips against hers, momentarily distracted by the sight of her in a casual white shirt, unencumbered black bra, and a g-string she had whimsically printed after their previous one had met its end. Clutched in her hand was a vibrant plate of sausage, pancakes, and a medley of fruits—breakfast crafted with the skills he had helped her acquire.
Reva gracefully settled beside him, digging into her meal with an eager enthusiasm. As she enjoyed her food, her eyes drifted to a peculiar silver device hovering just above Amos's tablet. “What is that?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Amos set down his fork, retrieved the small black tablet, and beamed at her. “This, my love, is a Kino,” he replied. The device, shimmering with a life of its own, hovered effortlessly in the air. “It’s utilized by the crew of Destiny during exploratory missions. It can record video, collect atmospheric data, and serve as a personal assistant.” He paused, his excitement palpable as he continued, “I’ve been piecing together a next-generation model. More specifically, I aim to merge it with Asgard matter conversion technology, which would allow us to print supplies in the field.
Before she passed, my old boss, General Carter, dreamt of creating mobile matter conversion technology. While we had robust synthesizers back at Stargate Command and on our ships, the application in the field proved too unwieldy. Her vision was to store schematics for everything we might need—food, weapons, even small ships—onto a disk, and utilize a portable synthesizer to produce anything an SG team required on missions. The potential was incredible, yet General Carter struggled to miniaturize the Asgard computer core to make it feasible," Amos explained, his voice carrying the weight of both nostalgia and ambition.
Reva reached out and grasped the ethereal orb suspended in the air, her fingers tracing its smooth surface as she meticulously examined its unique shape and complex structural composition. After a few moments of playful experimentation, she summoned her own Asgard-designed tablet—a remarkable piece crafted by Amos—using only her mind. She then began to immerse herself in a project of her own.
“There, finished,” she announced with satisfaction.
Sitting atop the sleek Asgard printer were two sets of striking black bracelets, each adorned with intricate wiring and subtle circuitry that glimmered under the ambient light. Barely dressed in a white shirt, a black bra and thong, Reva moved gracefully to the printer to collect her creations, radiating confidence. “What are those?” Amos inquired, his curiosity stirred.
“Wrist matter converters,” she explained, her voice laced with excitement. “Rather than relying on the Asgard computer core, these wristbands tap into the nanites within our bodies to act as a neural interface and quantum processor. All you have to do is think about what you desire, and the bracelets will handle everything else.”
Amos eagerly seized a pair of bracelets, slipping them onto his wrists. With a focused thought, he extended his hand and envisioned a refreshing glass of orange juice. Almost instantly, a glass materialized in his palm. “Holy Shit, Reva, you’re absolutely brilliant!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing with wonder. “It never crossed my mind to incorporate our own nanites into an Asgard core.”
Savouring a bite of her fluffy pancakes, Reva adorned her wrists with a matching set of bracelets. In an instant, a steaming cup of coffee manifested before her, and she took a slow, deliberate sip, the warmth enveloping her senses. “Being brilliant is my reason for being,” she whispered, the rich aroma of the coffee swirling around her.
“Of course, we’ll still need disks and a larger converter to create larger devices,” Amos continued, his mind racing with possibilities. “But this new technology is undeniably a step in the right direction. Perhaps if I incorporate the bracelet’s technology into the kino I created, we could significantly enhance its capabilities.”
As if summoned by his thoughts, the tablet displayed a new version of the kino, with two sleek slits at both the top and bottom of the orb designed for crystal disks. In the center, a large, circular visor made of a striking blue material gleamed with potential. This innovative orb was poised to serve dual purposes, acting as both a reconnaissance probe and a potential holographic emitter, portable transporter, and mobile matter converter.
Amos felt a surge of excitement; he realized that, with more fine tuning, this device could lay the groundwork for everything the late General Carter had envisioned.
With their meals completed and their breakfast cleared away, the duo prepared to leave their penthouse, ready to explore the sprawling city that awaited them.
Amos wondered if the Asgard were worried about him, it had been over three days since he and Reva had ventured out of their apartment and he told Kvasir not to be bothered for that length of time. Still, the Asgard were gods of voyeurism and Amos couldn’t help but wonder if there was an army of them outside his Penthouse door waiting for him and his new love to emerge. To his surprise, when Amos came outside there was no one to be found. It appeared as if Kvasir had upheld his request.
As Amos and Reva walked down Valhalla’s glistening streets they noticed a large fleet of ships hovered over the old Replicator capital. Amongst those ships was Skidbladnir, Freyr’s vessel. Freyr had arrived from Othalla and thousands of Asgard were flying and gating into Valhalla attempting to make this world their own. Amos had warned the Asgard of flying to Valhalla. The enemies of the Ancients, the Wraith, controlled these stars and closely watched for any other powers rivaling their own. If the Wraith were to find out about the Asgard; if the Wraith were to discover the Milky Way, Amos’s trip to the past would lead to what the Asgard feared the most, an externality they couldn’t handle. Their only hope, that the Wraith were sleeping. When the Atlantis Expedition first arrived in Pegasus, they made this mistake: they woke the Wraith. If the Wraith would have remained asleep they would have traveled in Pegasus undisturbed. However, that did not happen, and the Wraith nearly destroyed Atlantis several times. Amos knew the Asgard would be careful, so all he could do was hope that their armada in Pegasus would not garner any suspicions.
As Amos and Reva navigated their way to the towering spire at the heart of the Lantean City ship, they marveled at the flurry of activity surrounding them. The streets were alive with a vibrant throng of Asgard, their presence a testament to a newfound energy coursing through the city. “Heil, Amos and Reva!” called out one of the Asgard, their voice ringing with warmth. “Gooan Morgin!” chimed in another, a friendly smile lights up their face.
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As they strolled along the winding paths of Valhalla, the curious eyes of their fellow Asgard began to fixate on the small wristbands and the ethereal orbs that floated closely by. Whispers of excitement danced through the air, hinting at the significance of their presence. Farther along, in another vibrant corner of the city, the news had spread like wildfire: Amos and Reva had finally emerged from their three-day mating ritual, apparently a celebrated event that captured the attention and imaginations of all the Asgard on Valhalla.
"Are you certain Kvasir?” Freyr asked.
“Yes, Commander Freyr.
Amos was clear that he and the woman were not to be disturbed for three days in order for the human mating ceremony to be a success. I had offered my assistance but he rebuffed my help. I can only hope that the two were successful in the end.”
In the dimly lit expanse of the corridor, Freyr spotted Amos and Reva walking towards him, their figures framed by the gentle hum of conversation. “Amos! Amos Fyree!” Freyr called out, his voice echoing with eager anticipation. “Do spare a moment for me will you?”
With a mutual glance, Amos and Reva shifted their course, drawn by the familiar presence of their old friend. Inside the chamber where Freyr awaited stood the respectable Penegal and the esteemed members of the Asgard High Council, who had arrived by ship to survey their new dominion.
“Ah, Amos! How do you fare today?” Penegal inquired, his gaze warm and inviting. “Excellent! I’ve never felt better,” Amos replied with a bright smile that could rival the sun.
The Chancellor’s attention then shifted to Reva, who stood beside Amos, her face aglow with unrestrained joy. “And what are we to call you, young lady?” Penegal asked, his voice imbued with the wisdom of ages.
With a slight hesitation, she replied, “My name is Revelation. Revelation Fyree, though you may call me Reva.” The use of Amos’s last name came with a soft uncertainty, yet Amos seemed unfazed by her modesty.
Reva extended her hand, reaching for Penegal’s webbed fingers in a gesture of goodwill. The ancient leader was momentarily taken aback by her warmth; here, in the shadow of the cruel and merciless Replicators, stood a young woman embodying kindness and gentleness that felt almost out of place in their troubled reality.
Penegal, Freyr and the rest of the Asgard High Council motioned for Amos and Reva to take a seat. “It has come to my attention that not only have you too been mating for the last three days but you have also made several technological breakthroughs as well, is that true?”
Amos almost forgot about the Kinos following him and Reva, they were silent devices that floated around its users, and without noise emanating from them, forgetting their existence was easy to do.
“Ah yes, we’ve been very very busy,” Amos said with a smug look on his face. The kinos suddenly emerged from behind Amos and Reva as if they were busy analyzing the molecular composition of the alien host.
“These are Kinos”, said Amos proudly. “They are the second generation of a device used by the Ancients millions of years ago to act as probes when discovering new worlds. I’ve recreated the technology but added several new features including a neural interface, holographic emitters, as well as matter conversion technology. It is my hope that we can not only use them to explore new Stargates but also use them to print anything we need using preprogramed crystal disks holding schematics of various devices. This was technology General Carter was working on at the time before she passed away, with the knowledge of the Ancients I was able to complete it,” said Amos tearing up at the mention of General Carter’s name. Amos brushed off his doleful disposition and sat up straight.
“Reva, why don’t you show them what you made this morning,”. Reva lifted up her wrists, displaying her new bracelets. “These are wrist matter converters, they use our nanites to replace the Asgard computer core as well as act as a neural interface. All one has to do is think, and the item you want will appear in your hand. Observe.” Reva held out her left hand and a virtual tablet appeared.
“Extrordinary, simply extraordinary!” yelped an Asgard councilor.
“As long as the bracelets are intact all one has to do is think about what they need and the bracelets will be able to synthesize it instantly,” Reva finished.
The Asgard exchanged glances, clearly impressed by the remarkable inventions of Amos and Reva, particularly the replicator technology that had given life to Reva in the first place. It was the kind of groundbreaking development that could very well solve the Asgard's long-standing cloning dilemma. "If it's not too much trouble, could we request a few of those for ourselves – the Kinos and the bracelets, I mean?" one of the Asgard leaders ventured cautiously.
As the council members weighed the significance of this technology, Amos’s expression shifted. A look of seriousness settled on his face, and then, seemingly out of nowhere, he blurted, “Sure, you can have our new technology, but it’s time for us to go.”
The council fell silent, taken aback by his abrupt declaration. Penegal, recovering first from the shock, leaned forward and asked, “We can offer you a full-time position, Amos Fyree. Handsomely, I might add. Are you really ready to leave us behind?”
“Yes Penegal, sadly it’s time to go.” Amos responded with a deafening tone. “I’ve been in your custody for nearly a month now and I believe it's time for Reva and I to go our own way,”.
The wise grey chief of the Asgard looked at his fellow councilors trying to figure out what to do or say next, even still their faces and demeanor were downcast.
Finally, Penegal shocked the room: “Fine. You and Reva may leave. You were never our prisoners. You have helped us tremendously. The anti replicator technology, this city, all of the tools and devices you’ve made have accomplished more for us than our best scientists have accomplished for the last 100 years.”
A serious look fell on Penegal’s face as thoughts of Amos and Reva’s future weighed heavily on his mind: “Where is it that you want to go? Back to Earth, perhaps. Our scientists have no clue on how the device that brought you here works so you are still trapped in this time. Shall I get in contact with Stargate Command for you so they can prepare accommodations, then?".
Amos looked at Penegal and the rest of the High Council and said, “No, don’t let Earth know that I’m here – at least not yet. Over the past three days Reva and I were looking over the SGC Mission Reports and there are a lot of important events that happened this year. We want to try and stop them,”.
A council member, irked by Amos's audacity, leaned forward, challenging him with an incredulous look. “Are you suggesting we should alter Earth’s timeline as well?!”
Amos met his glare unflinchingly. “Yes,” he replied with unwavering resolve.
At that moment, another Asgard councilor interjected, caution etched on his face. “Amos, tread carefully on your quest to alter time. You risk triggering a devastating chain reaction. It is precisely why the council has kept you here for such a long duration.”
With Reva’s hand firmly in his, Amos leaned closer, locking eyes with each member of the council, his intensity piercing through the shadows of their dark oval eyes.
“By the end of the year, the System Lord Anubis will nearly kill Supreme Commander Thor and completely wipe out the Tollan people.”
The room was heavy with silence, each councilor’s face etched with a mix of devastation and dread. “The System Lord Anubis is building a fleet of ships more powerful than anything the Asgard or Tollan currently possess,” Amos declared, his voice steady despite the tension. “It is also highly possible that the Tollan government has already been compromised and is working in secret with the Goa’uld to build weapons that could destroy Earth. “With those ships, and those Tollan made weapons, he could conquer the Milky Way galaxy with nothing standing in his path.”
From the far end of the table, an Asgard raised a skeptical brow. “That’s impossible! Both the Tollan and the Goa’uld are centuries behind us in technology. How could Anubis have weapons as formidable as you claim?”
Amos sighed deeply, rolling his eyes in frustration. “Because he’s like me. Anubis and I are in possession of the knowledge of the Ancients.”
A curse slipped through the Asgard’s lips, realization dawning. The thought of a Goa’uld wielding the knowledge of the Ancients could prove catastrophic if true. Just a sliver of the Lantean repository in Anubis's hands could shift the galaxy’s balance of power drastically.
“Long ago, Anubis tricked an Ascended being named Oma De Sala into Ascending him. When the others of her kind found out they resisted him. They were able to forcibly descend Anubis, but only partially. He is now a half ascended Ancient.
“A half ascended Ancient!” a council member yelled, their voice teaming with dread.
Suddenly, Amos stood up from his chair and lifted his hands and proceeded to plead. “Please give me a ship – A small, tiny ship, so I can locate weapons and allies I know can defeat Anubis and bring stability back to the Milky Way Galaxy – I know that I’m not from here but as long as I am here I should do some good“.
Penegal turned to Amos, his voice steady, “Very well, but I would like Commander Freyr to accompany you.” Freyr, who had been silent throughout the discussion, finally spoke up, “I have worked alongside Amos Fyree for some time now. It would be my honor to join him on this audacious mission.”
A glance exchanged between Amos and Reva revealed a shared sense of relief, and they quickly embraced the idea of Freyr's partnership. “That sounds excellent, thank you, Penegal. There's one more thing I need for this journey,” Amos continued, determination in his tone.
“What is it, young Amos?” Penegal inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
“I will need three Zero Point Modules,” Amos requested, referencing the powerful crystalline sources within the city. “Have your people located them yet?”
“Indeed, we have,” Penegal replied, his expression reassuring. “There are countless modules scattered throughout the city. I’m certain we can spare more than just three. Do not worry, Amos Fyree; this mission will be sanctioned by the Asgard High Council. If your claims hold truth, we must do everything possible to ready ourselves for war with the Goa’uld. In addition to the Zero Point Modules, we will also entrust you and Commander Freyr with Asgard power cores and some of our most advanced technology.”
Gratitude filled Amos and Reva’s hearts as they thanked the members of the Asgard High Council for their generous support. With a sense of purpose, they exited the meeting room, knowing that within twenty-four hours, they would embark on an intergalactic quest that could alter the fate of three galaxies forever.
