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| SFM Nugget Realname: Satnam Join Date: May 2006
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Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0 | The Asgard Conundrum The prior had been chanting, for nigh on 12 hours. The robes kept him warm, and he longed to return home, to be amongst his people. But the gods called him to duty, and he would ensure that these unbelievers would either convert, or be put to the sword. Evil could not be allowed to exist, no matter... |
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08-18-2008, 05:52 AM
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| I am at that, not to mention wondering why McKay would ask if he could still get it up, lmao. |
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08-22-2008, 11:04 PM
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| and as promised, another update for you to gorge yourselves on..please enjoy...have a good night.. Forseti looked back up at the screen. Oh he would never forget that day. It seemed as though a long lost part of him suddenly awoke, and he felt hunger. Though this was not hunger for food, rather hunger for vengeance. He wanted to destroy the Ori vessel, and to beam all the Ori on the planet into nothingness. He managed to regain control of his emotions, and asserted his will. So this was what it was like to be emotional? “Forseti? Are you gonna be okay?” the marine was concerned, as Forseti seemed to have phased out. “I am well, thank you marine. Prepare for battle.” He moved a stone on the console, and the chair moved towards the display, which showed the system they were in, the position of the Asgard vessel and an incoming icon, which was the Ori ship. It would be upon them soon enough. “What about colonel carter and the other personnel on the planet?” the marine asked a most pertinent question. “The gate has been activated, and the SGC personnel are moving through. The injured are most likely being carried through first. The drones are providing effective cover, and whilst I am detecting many Ori life signs, there are not as many as there were before. One of the drones has been destroyed. We do not have much time. It would appear obvious that colonel carter has the situation down on the planet under control. The Ori vessel is jumping in.” The ship shuddered a few moments later, and again. The Ori were firing at the Asgard vessel with purpose. “Shouldn’t you be firing back?” Forseti looked at the marine. “I am simply buying time for the strategic retreat through the gate, which should take less than one minute to complete. Shields will hold, so please do not worry.” The ship shuddered again. Back on the planet “Alright, everybody out! The drones will cover our retreat! Lets move it!” Carter responded to Ori weapons fire near her position by firing back and catching the soldier square in the upper body. The rest of the personnel had rearmed and began firing as they withdrew towards the gate, taking fire from many positions. The drones remained in front of the retreating personnel, using their shields to absorb the energy weapons fire, protecting the humans. Carter looked around her, drone in front, drone to the left and right of her. She took out her tablet, and selected the targeting systems, whilst taking fire. She highlighted the drones with heavy weaponry and selected the gate area. As the area flashed red on the screen, the drones moved to take position at the gate. She could see the rest of the personnel moving towards the gate, which gave her hope. Tablet in hand, she withdrew behind the retreating drone in front of her. She took a quick look at the Ori, and could see that they had begun pushing the attack, with more and more soldiers moving forwards, concentrating in the area that they had just vacated, and smiled. She pressed the button on her tablet, and ran for the gate. The drones closed the gaps between themselves, coming closer together at the gate. As carter and the last of the SGC personnel jumped through the gate, they opened fire with everything they had, decimating the front line of the Ori lines. The two drones which had retreated earlier, fired their mini missiles into the air, and then went through the gate. The drones began to retreat through the gate, until the last one fired a last burst, and disappeared. As the gate deactivated, the soldiers jumped to the DHD. They surrounded the gate area, awaiting the commander, who was en-route. Whilst they stood, they could hear a strange sound, getting louder as it got closer. One looked up, to see a number of fast moving, smaller objects heading towards their position. Before he could say anything, the mini missiles struck their positions, detonating in their midst, sending dead Ori soldiers flying in every direction. The blast threw up large amounts of flora and fauna into the air, along with dust. The ensuing fireball from a single incendiary mini missile set alight all in the vicinity, burning all the Ori and killing them. The stench of burning flesh permeated the air. Back on the Asgard ship The console beeped, as the ship shuddered yet again, from another blast from the Ori ship. “The SGC teams are away. Shields are at sixty percent. It is time we fired back.” He moved another stone, and this time, the Ori were surprised. Plasma beam weapons shot out at the Ori ship, hitting it direct amidships, followed by blasts from the main Asgard pulse weapon. As the Ori vessel moved away, the Asgard ship pursued it, firing into it’s shielding again. And again. And again. At which point the shields of the Ori mothership collapsed, and this time Forseti refrained from firing. Rather, a small pulse blast from the main weapon hit the engines, disabling them. “I believe it is time we made ourselves scarce.” He moved another stone, and the Asgard ship became enveloped in a bright white light, before disappearing completely. On the Ori mothership “I can no longer see the vessel on sensors. I cannot detect them at all.” He turned around, to see the eyes of Adria. “It does not matter. I am unable to detect them myself. It seems the Ori do not wish us to trouble ourselves with this. Make repairing the sub light engines your greatest priority. I will communicate with our forces on the planet. Now go, and fulfil my wishes.” She watched as the prior bowed, and moved with haste to the engine room, barking orders at Ori soldiers standing guard near Adria. She looked ahead, to see the planet down below. It seemed the Asgard had found a way to penetrate the shields of Ori ships. How, she did not know. But they would pay, nonetheless, for none could be allowed to challenge the power of the true gods. Matthews woke up, in unfamiliar surroundings. It seemed he had passed out again. He couldn’t feel any pain, but found that he was very stiff as he moved. He had been healed. Most likely by a prior. He quickly checked his person, but could not find any weapons. “It is good that you have awoken. The Orici is coming. She will be here within a few hours to interrogate you personally.” The prior had moved inside the tent, with a number of Ori soldiers by his side. One was holding his rifle. “All of your weapons have been confiscated. I healed you, to ensure that you were of sound enough body and mind to face the Orici. She has many questions.” He laughed, and then walked out. Matthews had to hold his anger in check. If Adria were en-route, it would be a good idea to wait for her. He smiled. He would have vengeance, and he would not have to wait for long. As he looked to his side, he found a table with food and drink. He moved over, and helped himself, thinking that there was no sense in wasting time. He was going to die anyway, and he might as well make sure he died on a full stomach. The prior stood there, watching him. “I can see that you are not bothered that you will most likely die. Just like your wife and your child.” The sergeant stopped eating and looked towards the prior. “Really? And how would you know that?” His hand stopped mid air. “Because I was there. I ordered the extermination of all the unbelievers on that wretched planet, down the last child. Those who do not believe in the Ori must die. It is that simple. There can be no leniency.” His malevolent smile evident. The sergeant could feel the anger growing. “I personally enjoyed watching the death of all the unbelievers on that planet, and took heart in the fact that there would be less of you.” The sergeant moved forwards, clenching his hands tightly. The soldiers moved forwards. The sergeant smiled, as he stepped back, and lifted his left boot, to press something on the inside. The prior and the soldiers just stood there as he did so, not thinking twice. They all stood there, unmoving. Matthew’s was waiting for the sign, which came momentarily. |
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08-29-2008, 11:05 PM
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| and here we are again..enjoy |
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08-29-2008, 11:05 PM
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| A feeling of discomfort overtook the prior, and he began to sweat. Slowly at first, but then it started to get worse. He tried to reach out with his mind, but found that it was now impossible, and he threw a look towards the sergeant who moved forwards with purpose. The soldiers attempted to intervene, but he broke the neck of the first one within seconds, and as the other soldier threw down his rifle and attempted to take him down, he surprised him with a leg sweep and jumped on top of him. He struck the soldier in the front of the neck, smashing his windpipe, and left him to suffocate. The wrangled cries of the soldier trying to breathe filled the tent, until he died. The sergeant faced the prior next who was, for the first time, scared. The prior was no soldier, and knew that he would be killed quickly if he did anything, so he stood his ground and tried to bluff his way out. Matthew’s smiled. A deep, wicked smile, with the blood lust evident on his face. He began to breathe harder, and deeper, as he placed both hands on the priors neck, pushed him to the floor in front of him, and tightened the grip of his hands. The prior attempted to release himself, but he had no way of fighting off a trained soldier. He struggled, and pleaded with the sergeant to be merciful. “Mercy? As you have shown mercy to women and children? The only mercy I will give you is death by my hands. Now be silent.” The calm in the sergeants voice was horrifying. The gargling sounds from the throat of the prior could be heard quite clearly throughout the tent, if you had been there. The prior’s face lost all colour, and his struggling ceased. Nevertheless, the sergeant applied more pressure, and broke his neck, before throwing the prior’s lifeless body to the floor. As the body hit the floor, the sergeant raised his hands, looked at them, and began crying, dropping to his knees and placing his head in his hands. Forseti watched the Ori mothership. He had engaged the phase defence mechanism, and the ship was now completely safe. “Why aren’t they firing at us?” the marines moved forwards, to watch the screen. “We basically reverse engineered what you call Merlin’s device, and applied that ability to this ship and others as a defence mechanism. They are unable to discern our presence no matter what they try.” He moved his head back towards the screen. “Shouldn’t we leave now? The SG teams managed to get through the gate. We should go whilst we have good fortune.” The marine looked at Forseti, who looked straight back. “You are correct. Engaging maximum sub light.” A distant hum seemed to reverberate throughout the ship as the ship moved away from the planet. “We will come out of phase once we have left the vicinity of this system. From there, we will jump into hyperspace and rendezvous with our colleagues and friends.” The marines appeared to be somewhat happier, less tense than they were before. When the Ori shields were down, the sensors picked up an energy anomaly, centred around a single life sign. Adria He surmised that the Ori would now come looking for the Asgard when they had a moment, most likely in an attempt to destroy quite possibly the only race capable of countering the technological superiority of the Ori. The Asgard vessel sped away, out of the system. Several hours later, a group of Ori fighters escorted a single craft from the Ori mothership down to the planet. A large contingent of Ori soldiers awaited the passengers of the craft, at the Ori encampment. As the craft touched down, the commander walked forward. When the platform was lowered, he knelt down, as did the other Ori soldiers. |
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08-29-2008, 11:06 PM
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| “Orici, it honours me greatly that you have chosen to come here. Please accept my apologies for not being prepared enough to give you the victory that you asked for. I will do better if you give me the chance.” “Commander, please, stand up. You were cheated of this victory. Even the Ori know this. You have no need to fear any reprisals from me. Please walk with me.” The commander’s heart beat faster. He was quite nervous, as he had never seen the Orici before, and so as he looked up, he caught his breath. Fine cheek bones, beautiful hair tied back, fire in her eyes, and a grace and elegance that he could not place. The gods had indeed chosen wisely, and the whispers and rumours amongst the Ori forces were correct. That she was indeed easily the most beautiful woman ever to have graced their eyes. “Commander, are you okay? You seem lost.” She smiled at him. “Forgive me Orici, but I have never looked upon the face of the one who will lead this galaxy out of the darkness. I am humbled by your presence, and yet at the same time exhilarated.” The Orici placed her arm into his, and walked with him to the camp. “Now, tell me of this human prisoner. The one from the SGC.” Her eyes lit up, and flames engulfed her pupils. She listened to the commander as he spoke about the seizure of the planet, after its former occupants, the Sodan, had been neutralised. How they took over the network, and took control over the system. How they had laid the trap for rumours of a Jaffa force that would attempt to take over the planet. And how they had been surprised that it was, in fact, SG teams from earth, supported by somebody else; the Asgard. How the SG teams penetrated the gate area, connected some kind of a device to the network, and the Ori retaliated by sending all their reinforcements to pin them down. The lone SGC soldier who had managed to take out so many fighters before finally succumbing. The drones decloaking and causing mayhem. How they had managed to take out one drone, before the SG teams were able to get through the gate and escape. As they neared the encampment, he spoke about discovering the body of the human, who was very badly injured. His subsequent healing and imprisonment. The commander had not noticed the time go by so fast. He was happy to explain everything to the Orici, just as she had requested. He seemed disheartened that he would have to leave her presence. “Commander, I would like to thank you for your time. Now, I have a mission for you.” The commander stood to attention. “Yes Orici.” “There is a planet, that we are about to claim, for it has quantities of neutronium that we require to continue to wage a successful war here, rather than depending on infrequent supply from our home galaxy. I am sure that we may find trouble, and therefore I want you to take the best of your troops, and to make safe this planet for us.” “Yes Orici. I will prepare the troops now, and head back to the mothership, where I will send a communiqué to the rest of our fleet to assemble this army. We take this planet, and I will make it safe, or I will die trying.” He bowed to the Orici, who smiled. “Such loyalty will be rewarded with ascension, commander. Go now, and make preparations. The prior on the mothership has been told about this plan, and will assist. He is expecting you. I bid you good luck, and farewell.” She walked away from the commander, straight towards the tent in the middle. The commander arose, and felt a renewed sense of hope. With that, he looked towards the ring platform on his left, and walked towards it. As he stepped onto the platform, he disappeared and re-appeared onto the Ori mothership. He walked with purpose towards the communications room. |
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09-01-2008, 02:17 AM
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| As always, you amaze and leave us wanting for more. I look forward to the next update. |
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09-06-2008, 04:34 PM
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| hello everybody..late update today..i had some serious issues with logging onto the site last night..and so i was unable to update the story...here is a quick update foryou..the next one will be in 2-3 weeks..my hands seriously hurt, and my back is killing me..as always, please bear with me.. thanks for reading |
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09-06-2008, 04:45 PM
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| Adria walked slowly, greeting her loyal followers as she walked towards the tent that held sergeant Matthew’s. She would first attempt to read his mind, before draining his knowledge forcefully. Or she could try to talk to him first. That particular thought had crossed her mind. As she neared the tent, she focused on the seizure of his weapon. She stopped, as she had suddenly noticed that there were no guards outside his tent. A smile ran across her lips. She had to give these humans credit. They never stopped for a single minute. As she walked through the opening, she saw Matthew’s, standing there with his weapon. It had since been disabled, so she wasn’t sure as to why he had retaken possession of it. She placed her hands on her hips, and stood there smiling. Also noticing the bodies of two Ori soldiers and the prior. Not bad. “Why am I not surprised that you SGC personnel are such stalwarts of the ‘must escape’ platoon?” “I would prefer not to make this personal, but it seems I have no choice.” He gripped the rifle harder. “Alright. I’m going to be merciful, and let you take one shot. After that, however, I will cleanse your mind, inside and out, before taking what secrets you have.” Adria folded her arms together and just waited for the shot. Matthew’s smiled, and remembered his wife and daughter. “You took away my wife and my daughter. And for what reason? Origin? Our daughter was innocent, why kill her?” The tears welled up in his eyes, and the lump was back in his throat. Adria rolled her eyes. “All who do not follow origin must die. It is that simple. Does that answer your question?” He smiled, as he took out his locket to look at the pictures of his wife and daughter. He gripped the rifle and spoke clearly. “Die Ori scum.” Adria almost laughed but didn’t have time, as the whole area vanished in front of her eyes, in a massive fireball. Now that was a surprise. The rifle detonated, sending a massive shockwave outwards, destroying everything, before sucking it all back up. The mushroom cloud went up into the atmosphere, and the sound was deafening. Thankfully, the necklace protected her. But she couldn’t say the same about the rest of the Ori encampment. As the cloud dissipated, she looked around. The entire area, amidst the mountains, had now been levelled. Great. This planet now held no further interest. There were still fires, especially burning vegetation. She concentrated, and the fires in the entire area went out. At least there was less smoke. The sensors beeped on the Ori mothership. The prior’s staff glowed, and the screen in front of him lit up, showing him the situation on the planet. The nuclear blast was evident on the screen, and yet the prior did not seem very worried at all. He deactivated the display, and walked towards the chair. As he sat down, it lit up. The mothership changed orbit, and the blast itself was viewable from the chair. He heard footsteps behind him, and knew that it was the commander. “Take a squadron of fighters down to the planet and retrieve the Orici. She will be the only one alive.” The commander moved forwards, and saw the devastation of the blast. His heart leapt into his throat. Orici! He thought. “Do not concern yourself with the safety of the Orici. She has the necklace of Celestis, which was given to her by the Ori themselves. It protects her at all times.” The prior arose from his chair, and walked past the commander and out of the room. The commander was slightly relieved, but still had reservations. He decided to wait until he saw the Orici himself, and then walked away from the bridge to continue preparations. Adria was actually quite surprised at the detonation of the rifle. She knew that he would try something, but not this. She deliberately did not shield herself using her abilities, just to see what would happen. And lo and behold, a massive explosion and the death of all those Ori followers. Damn! She stopped walking, and looked round. Silly girl! She thought. There are no remains after a nuclear blast! She carried on walking back to where the landing area used to be, and sat down on the floor. Patiently, she waited for the craft that were already on their way. Forseti watched the display. He determined that they were now far enough away to de-phase and jump into hyperspace. As he moved the stone and followed through with the command, the sensors beeped. He moved another stone, and looked at the display. “Marines, it is with great regret that I must inform you that sergeant Matthew’s has passed away.” He felt sad as he divulged the news. The marines looked at each other. “How do you know that?” asked one. “The logs from the last connection with the battle glasses, reveal that he set a self destruct command by voice only. I was unable to determine his whereabouts before we left, and was forced to consider him dead. It would appear that I was wrong. The rifle appears to have detonated, and the resulting explosion emitted a certain number of sub space frequencies, which I am now detecting. I am sorry.” Forseti was genuinely down. Whilst he had only known the sergeant for a little while, he had been befriended by his down to earth nature and sharp senses. He would miss him. The other marines lowered there heads. As they did so, he moved another stone and the ship jumped into hyperspace, to rendezvous with their friends. On the Asgard homeworld The high council had been given the news by Thor. They could not believe it. He was still alive? And he had a plan. Very risky, very dangerous. But still a plan. Half the council wanted to proceed with their original plan, the other half were undecided. Thor had made a very good case, which managed to convince the naysayers. “I still believe that the Ori will monitor our frequencies, in an attempt to discern the status of our civil war.” The murmurs were evident. The high council had never debated so hotly about anything else in their history. Suddenly they went quiet, and Odin spoke. “Supreme commander Thor. You have our permission. Take whatever you need, and whomever you need. Carry out his wishes. Allow the Ori to see our civil war. We believe you are right, and that they will come here, and attempt to destroy us. It is time.” At that, he stood up and beamed out, followed by the rest of the council. Thor was left with an empty chamber. But then he, too, beamed out, only to appear back in his ship in orbit, where others were waiting. He looked at Heimdall and Loki. “The council has agreed. The plan has been set in motion.” “Excellent news. The last of our ships has been dismantled, ready for the occasion. Everything has now been put in place. All that remains is the invitation.” Heimdall looked at Thor. “I will send the signal myself, but not yet. We must play our roles convincingly. Otherwise we will be unsuccessful.” “I have finished with the sphere generator. It is currently under test and simulation. We should have the results we need soon. I do not anticipate any problems, especially as they are of his design.” The three Asgard nodded in agreement. “Then let us proceed. The time is almost upon us.” Loki and Heimdall beamed out, leaving Thor to his thoughts. He looked at the console in front of him. The console that contained the device that Anubis had implanted into this brain, and then used to download his knowledge, and himself. It had lain there, without purpose. But now, he had a reason to use it. And he would do so. He moved the stone on his console, and the ship moved away, to an undisclosed location. |
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