Beyond - Legends Return of the Lost Ones (SW-SG Crossover)

Title: Return of the Lost Ones
Characters: OCs, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, SG-1, others to come
Time frame: Post-Endor, Pre-NJO. Season 8 and on for SG.
Summary: Stumbling across an old derelict floating in space was not unexpected. However, this ship was not like the others...as Luke would soon find out. Opening up entire galaxies of new people...yeah, this was going to be interesting.
Genre: Adventure

AN: This story could be subtitled 'Sky-Guy's newest attempt at making SG/SW work'. It's been some time, long enough that I figured- especially since this version is cleaned up comparatively -that it was easier to post this instead of reviving the old thread. The clean up done here, and the fact I'm posting this on another site, will hopefully keep the inspiration going this time. Let's see how it goes.

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Outer Rim, New Republic/Galactic Empire border​

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16 ABY​​

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"We are coming up on the derelict Master Skywalker," a dark-haired man spoke up.

"Thanks for letting me know Sunri, contact Leia and let her know we found it," Luke Skywalker, the young head of the New Jedi Order nodded slightly.

"Of course sir," Sunri Oceanrider answered, tapping his comm officer on the shoulder.

After that was done, the middle-aged man continued to pilot the freighter towards the massive derelict ship currently filling its viewports. It was a good twice as long as the typical Star Destroyer, but it looked…old… like it had been sitting in deep space for centuries, if not millennia. Even with that it had a recognizable docking bay that the large freighter was heading for; ready to drop off the two-hundred-man team that was assigned to exploring the ship. Floating behind them, the Liberty, a Victory-class Star Destroyer, kept an eye out for any Imperial ships.

The border between the New Galactic Republic and the newly coined Imperial Remnants was volatile and fluctuating at all times. Discounting warlords, the majority of the war had turned 'cold' in a way. There were no grand battles like Endor, not for some time. Even so, sitting at the border between the two states was not a safe position to be. The Imperial Starfleet may have been crippled, but it retained more than enough force to do quite a bit of damage if it really wanted to.

So, it was a sensible precaution to keep a ship nearby, for security purposes. It was just a shame there wasn't a better one than an old Victory that could be spared.

"Careful in there Luke," Han Solo's voice came over the comm systems from said Star Destroyer, "We can't have you getting yourself killed."

"When am I ever not careful Han?" Luke replied with a small smile.

"Not even answering that kid," Han shot back, though the Jedi could tell he was grinning.

Luke smiled back, as the freighter entered a massive hangar on the old ship. Unsurprisingly, the hangar was dark, only what appeared to be shuttles sitting in the blackness. Whatever power the ship used had probably run out centuries ago. The only light was the freighters own spotlights, illuminating the hangar as its ramp began to lower. Inside the ship, Luke walked among the space-suited Republic Marines, his own spacesuit feeling uncomfortable on top of his robes. But just as with the Liberty, it was a very sensible precaution. Uncomfortable or not, it was very doubtful there was any breathable air left on a derelict of this apparent age.

"Okay everyone, no one knows much about this derelict, in fact if General Solo hadn't had a malfunction we most likely never would have found her," Luke smiled slightly, as a couple of the others chuckled lightly, "We don't have the crew to get this vessel running, so concentrate on clearing the rooms. A salvage team is on its way, but they won't arrive for a while yet, let's make sure it is ready for them."

"Yes sir!" the Republic Marines chorused before marching down the boarding ramp and spreading out, taking cover behind the 'shuttles' in the hanger, not staying in the open for more than a few seconds. Luke followed them out, not quite as cautious, but he did have his lightsaber drawn and ignited, shining a soft green light on the darkened hanger, beyond the bright white of the freighter's lights.

As the group swept through the hanger they didn't find any bodies of the crew, just the shuttles, none of a recognizable design. Luke just continued walking past them, following a group of the Marines, who were checking every nook and cranny for Imperials or pirates. So far they hadn't found anything, but one could never be too cautious. Once they reached the door that led to the rest of the ship, the marines took up staggered firing posts, almost one hundred blasters aimed at the door. When a couple privates pried open the door, nothing happened however. There was no rush of blaster fire or air, just...silence.

As such, a scout was sent forward, creeping through the door and down the halls. Luke sighed softly, settling in for the long wait it may take to find anything. He couldn't sense anything out of place at least, and while he would be the first to admit that despite his 'mastership' he wasn't the equal of a Jedi of old...even he would sense hostile intent. So at least there was that.

That being said, after a few minutes a voice came over the comm links, "No sign of Imperials or pirates. It's safe to come out here!"

The Colonel in charge of the Marines nodded and gave a quick hand gesture, sending half his group down the hall, leaving the remaining fifty men to guard the hanger. Luke swept by these guards, heading out to help explore. The corridors of the vessel were just as dark as the hanger, if not darker since they lacked the benefit of a freighter's lights to brighten things. Quite frankly it was a miracle that even the gravity was working after Force knew how long this ship had been abandoned. A curiosity as well...why would the gravity still be working? That was some seriously durable technology, to say the least.

Shaking those thoughts from his head, Luke followed behind one of the marines who seemed to be heading towards what could only be the ship's bridge. Or, at least what he assumed was the bridge, considering the forward positioning of it. Once they reached the room it was to find an area with a large viewport and chairs surrounding the wall mounted consoles, which seemed to confirm his theory. The dim green light that his lightsaber spread around the room was only barely enough to see, so Luke walked to the viewport, hoping to get more light from the starfield. Behind him, the marine that had found the bridge cocked his head slightly to the side as a message came over his comlink.

"Master Skywalker! The engineers found what appears to be the engine room. They are trying to restore main power now…somehow this ship still has the power necessary after all these years," the Marine called out, a confused note to his voice.

"Understood Corporal. Tell them to hurry if possible," Luke answered, raising an eyebrow slightly.

One could hardly blame him for that. If this had been a Star Destroyer, it wouldn't have had any chance of restoring power after how long it had- probably at least -been floating out here. To hear that its generators were in working order, and could be reactivated was a bit of a shock. Soon enough though, lights flared to life around the bridge as main power was finally restored. A humming sound came from the ancient consoles, most of them showing status reports, in a very ancient form of Basic. Luke walked around the consoles, soon joined by Sunri and a group of marines. As the group studied the consoles, they found the ships name, Redemption. Or at least that was what the translations said, since it was nearly impossible to read the original name.

Not that Luke couldn't appreciate that name, letting out a rueful chuckle at the irony of it.

"I have never seen a ship quite like this General. It is ancient, extremely so, but nothing seems to be wrong with its systems, even the reactor is still operating at about 80 percent capacity," Sunri spoke up, fairly gushing with excitement.

"That's good to know, but have you found any clue as to who this ship belonged to?" Luke asked with a smile, curious as to what exactly they had stumbled across. And more than a little amused with his partner in this mission.

Sunri frowned slightly before going over the ships systems again, "It belonged to someone called the 'Furlings'. Though...it says there are..."

Before the man could finish, the comm systems built into the spacesuits came to life again, "Master Skywalker sir? We seem to have found stasis pods of some sort. They still had power even before the reactor came back up. But...the occupants are human sir."

Luke frowned at that. Stasis or cryo pods had gone out of use almost as soon as hyperdrives became reliable. Even on the dustbowl that was Tatooine, no one used such ancient technology any longer. And Luke should know, since he was something of an amateur historian these days considering his searches for Jedi artifacts. Even more odd was the fact that the people in the pods were human, and that they had been drawing power for however long this ship had been here.

"Are you sure they're alive?" the Jedi asked.

"As near as I can tell, they are sir," the Marine replied.

Luke tapped a finger on the helmet of his suit as he frowned slightly. They knew nothing of this ship really, or who had built it. Furling was a name he had never heard before, and they certainly weren't a member of the Republic. It was possible this ship was from the Unknown Regions though. That being said, those pods probably held the crew. If they woke one of them up...was that the alarm?

"What's happening?" the Jedi Master asked, seeing one of the consoles flashing by Sunri.

"I'm not sure!" the resident scientist answered, "when I read the words on this console, the alarm went off."

"Err...Master Skywalker? One of those pods is opening. And the life support kicked back in."

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And indeed, deep in the hull of the Redemption one of a long line of stasis pods opened up, the human inside slumping to the floor as their mind overloaded from waking up after centuries of sleep. The Marine who had been talking to Luke walked up to the human slowly, both out of caution and not wanting to spook...her?

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" he asked, though he didn't expect her to speak Basic by any means.

The woman looked up past her red hair, frowning at the Marine, "Who are you? Why have I been woken up?"

The Marine just blinked, the woman's words sounding like gibberish to him. Even with the type of language training that any member of the Republic military went through, it sounded nothing like Basic, Huttese, or any other language that came to mind.

It seemed like the woman realized that too, as she reached out a hand. The Marine almost raised his A280 blaster rifle, as some sort of device flew into the woman's hands...almost like Master Skywalker or Commander Korr pulling their lightsaber to them. But the woman didn't appear hostile, as she fiddled with the device before holding it up.

"Speak, the device will translate your language," the woman said.

The Marine gave her a blank look, before she pointed to her mouth, then the device. Realization dawned on the man, as he started to speak again. The device lit up as he spoke, getting brighter the more he said. Eventually, the woman held the device to her head, the light flashing its brightest before going out. The woman shook her head slightly, before speaking again.

"Can you understand me now?"

"Yes ma'am."

The woman smiled at that, "Good...now, who are you and why are you on my vessel?"

Of course, the Marine didn't have the real authority to answer that question. Who knew who this woman really was after all, or how she would react. So he just lowered his rifle slightly, and held a hand out to help her up. He was a bit impressed with her though. That was quite a fancy translator, if it could basically download Basic into her brain. He'd never seen something like that before, considering that Protocol Droids were still- and really always had been -the go-to thing for translating.

"I don't have the authority to answer that ma'am," he said once the woman was on her, rather shaky, feet, "but I can take you to the bridge. My commander is there."

Naturally the woman looked suspicious at that. Her blue eyes bored into the Marine's head, giving him the distinct feeling she was reading his mind. Eventually, she turned her head aside and nodded slightly. Taking that as his cue, the Marine locked his HUD onto Master Skywalker's signal and set off for the bridge. The woman from the pod followed him, casting sad looks at the rest of the long line of pods. The man could hardly blame her for that. Who knew how long she had been stuck in that pod, and if the rest were even still working. Really, he felt a cold chill run down his spine at the idea of being awoken from sleeping for centuries, at the least, without the knowledge of if his friends were still alive.

Something of a miracle the woman was functional...

That being said, it didn't take long to reach the bridge though, nor was it hard to find with the light from the consoles shining into the still-dim hallways. Power may have been restored, but only emergency lighting was active as of yet.

"I have the woman here Master Skywalker," the Marine said, saluting as he walked into the bridge.

"Thank you," the Jedi in question smiled warmly, before waving a hand, "You should probably return to your unit. I can handle things here."

The Marine nodded, spinning on his heel to rejoin his team. He didn't really want to be around when the strange woman found out how long she'd been asleep...

For his part, Luke watched him go, before turning to the woman. Both the Jedi and the woman stared at each other, before frowning at the exact same moment. Luke felt that she had training in using the Force...but he didn't recognize the method. Neither Jedi, nor Sith. And as for the woman, she was wondering how someone other than her people had developed access to her powers. That shouldn't have been possible...

"Are you the commander?" both asked in unison.

A few Marines chuckled at that, before Luke smiled ruefully and clarified, "Sorry...are you the Commander of this vessel?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, I am. Commander Naverra Latia of the Alteran Navy, and this is my vessel."

Luke's eyebrow rose as he heard that, "I can't say I've ever heard of that name before."

"And I'm surprised you haven't, as you can use the same powers we have only recently developed," Naverra replied, perhaps with a bit more bite than she intended.

"The Force?"

"If that is what you call it. Now...who are you, why are you aboard my ship, and what year is it?"

The Jedi Master smiled slightly. This Naverra reminded him of Mara, albeit with the wrong eye color. Blunt and to the point, and asking good questions while she was at it. Of course, he promptly shuddered at the idea of those two meeting. One Mara was enough. More than enough, really.

"I'm Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master and General in the New Galactic Republic. As for the year, our calendar probably won't mean anything to you," the Jedi replied.

Naverra sighed, and walked to a console. Luke kept a close eye on her, but he sensed no hostility from her. Nothing but resigned curiosity, as she looked at the console. The redhead entered commands into the console, and her face paled slightly as she read what it said. The Jedi was worried by that, and was about to walk over and see if she was okay, before the 'Alteran' began speaking again.

"Ten thousand years? If we weren't in Furling pods I would be dead by now..." she muttered, before a green light started to shine from one of the other consoles.

Naverra and Luke stared at it, before panicked transmissions came from the engine room of the Redemption.

"Master Skywalker, we think the hyperdrive just started! We can't stop it either!"

Luke's eyes widened slightly, as Naverra ran to the console. She didn't know these people, but they can't have been stupid enough to start the hyperdrive...can they? Reading over the status readouts, her own blue eyes widened. These people hadn't started it. It was the failsafe!

"Sentinel! Stop this at once!" the Alteran barked out, looking directly at the green light.

There was no response however, as energy continued to flow through long dead conduits, powering the hyperdrive of the derelict ship.

"Luke! What the kriff is going on in there?!" Han's voice came over this time. The normally unflappable smuggler-turned-General sounded panicked. And one could hardly blame him, considering the strange derelict had just started flashing power readings higher than an Imp-Star.

"The hyperdrive is starting Han! Get clear, you can't do anything here!" Luke shouted back, before turning to Naverra, "Can you stop this?"

She shook her head, "No I can't. Sentinel isn't responding. This is a failsafe to take us back to Avalon...I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to."

"Avalon?"

"My home galaxy. And the ship is expanding the window to take that cruiser out there with us. It seems to believe we need an escort."

Luke paled, before he quickly contacted Han again, "Are you clear? The ship is going to take you with us if you aren't Han!"

"We can't move any further Luke. It's got some sorta tractor beam on us."

And as the crew of both vessels watched, a brilliant blue-purple flash of radiation opened in front of the Redemption, as the large vessel moved forward at superluminal speeds, taking the Liberty along with it. None aboard knew what to expect, even Naverra. After all...

Who could predict changing the fate of multiple galaxies from one random discovery?

 

AN: Well, this chapter's a bit on the short end for my current style, but it's basically the same as the old chapter 2. Like I said before, for the first three chapters, that's going to be the case. I'm cleaning it up and adding new material...but still basically the same bones of the old one. As such, we move to a different perspective in this chapter.

I am glad to see all the interest this got though!

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Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy, Orbit of Planet Saturn​

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Ten days later​​

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"Lord Anubis, the fleet has assembled and is ready for your orders."

"Excellent, broadcast a message to the planet, give them one chance to bow down to their new God."

"Of course my Lord."

Floating in orbit above the planet 'Saturn', the Goa'uld Anubis looked down on the planet of the Tau'ri projected in hologram form. The planet that Ra had found, but had proven to be his downfall, and the downfall of so many other System Lords. Were there any part of the corrupted creature left that could feel gratitude, he might have felt it for the Tau'ri. They may have been the cause of the destruction of his former Mothership, but they had also removed his competition. It was partially due to their interference, that Anubis had regained his former power so much earlier than he had thought would be possible. Killing Ra, Apophis, Sokar, and so many other System Lords had thrown the Goa'uld into chaos.

Chaos that the partially ascended Goa'uld had used to his advantage.

And now, here he was, in his secondary flagship in the home system of the planet that had first rebelled against Goa'uld rule. A planet that had, no matter how helpful to his goals, been independent for far too long. It was well past the time the Tau'ri learned who the true rulers of the Galaxy were, and even more importantly, who their true god was. Anubis would give them the chance to learn that lesson, as he was far more merciful than Apophis ever would have been.

Fools. The Tau'ri, Apophis, all of them.

The hologram technology he had stolen from the mind of Thor came to life, depositing him in the heart of the 'White House', as his torture of Tau'ri agents had informed him of. Pitiful...disunited, the Tau'ri would never stand united. However, were he to force the so-called 'United States' to surrender, the rest would fall in short order.

Even if the defiance so typical of their race meant they fired their primitive weapons into his hologram. Anubis might have felt a flash of amusement, were he capable of it. Instead, he merely spread his arms, as the primitive bullets flashed through his hologram. The moment the Tau'ri stopped firing, their god began speaking, giving them the one chance to surrender and see mercy he would allow.

"I am Anubis."

One of the Tau'ri, grey hair marking him as an older man, walked forward. His eyes tracked Anubis, clearly sizing him up. Anubis allowed it, having noted the way others deferred to this man and had tried protecting him. It was likely this was the 'President' his prisoners had mentioned.

"You've got to be kidding me..." the Tau'ri muttered, staring at the cowl covering Anubis' 'face'.

"Are you the leader of this...nation?" the Goa'uld asked, reminding himself that there was no united leader of this planet.

"Henry Hayes, President of the United States of America," Hayes nodded back, "One nation among many."

"No more. Bow before your God," was all Anubis would say to that.

Even if he were being merciful, he would not treat the Tau'ri any differently than any other servants.

Hayes just smiled widely, shaking his head, "Nope, not going to happen. However, I am willing to discuss the terms of your surrender."

My surrender?! I am a GOD!

The only emotion Anubis was capable of truly feeling, was anger.

"If you have weapons capable of fighting mine, you would have used them."

"Don't let the suit fool you, we're going to fight," Hayes continued to grin.

Anubis was finished with his merciful offer, "You bring destruction upon yourselves."

"Never going to happen!"

Realizing that the merciful hand of their god had been rebuffed, Anubis cut his hologram. Once more devoting his attention fully to his bridge, Anubis looked out at the massive yellow world, rings illuminated in the light of the distant star. To their credit, his loyal Jaffa had already known what he was going to order. Their god would not be rebuffed, and have no consequences of that action. A hyperspace portal removed the view of 'Saturn' from the partially-Ascended Goa'uld's view, before his vessels dropped out scant seconds later.

The blue orb that was Tau'ri...Earth...floated in front of him now. Anubis looked out at the world, that had defied him and so many of his lesser counterparts. No more.

"So be it. If the Tau'ri will not surrender, a demonstration will force their hand."

The destruction of a Tau'ri naval formation should serve as a worthy demonstration. Several Ha'tak floated to a point over one of the planet's oceans, orienting their heaviest Staff Cannons at the surface. A flurry of golden plasma bolts rained down from the heavens, the fist of a god denied his right. While Anubis himself would never know nor care, the USS Nimitz and its battlegroup were the target, and all they saw before they died were flashes of golden light. Light that burned the sky, brushing clouds and the handful of fighters in the air aside with equal ease.

First was the Nimitz, its hull cracked and keel shattered with only a handful of bolts. Metal melted, thrown into the air. Bodies were vaporized, as the ship flew apart in a massive explosion. The escorts were soon to follow, taken out, one after the other. Destroyers, Cruisers, Frigates...all took one or two bolts before detonating or just simply ceasing to exist. The only survivors would be the submarines hiding safely under the ocean's surface. For a certain value of safe...ruined ships, superheated water...these surrounded the submarines, cutting them off from all communication with the outside world.

This display of power got Anubis' message across well enough. The Tau'ri had no means of fighting his vessels, or they would have used it before he destroyed their primitive ships. The defiant humans had no choice but to surrender and acknowledge him as their rightful ruler...thereby doing what Apophis had failed, and retaking the First World.

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However, what Anubis hadn't counted on was the typical tenacity the humans of the Tau'ri had. Despite waiting for some time after his demonstration of power, they still refused to bow down to him, even now. Thousands of their people and one of their naval groups destroyed, and they remained defiant. And the ingenuity of some of their people would continue to surprise even him.

"A cargo ship just dropped out of hyperspace over the southern continent my Lord!" a Jaffa called out.

SG-1. No System Lord would dare intrude on my fleet in such a way. Nor would the Tok'ra have a reason to journey to the southern pole of this planet. However...

"Send the Gliders and Al'kesh to destroy them. They must not be allowed to land," Anubis ordered, calmly watching the blue-green world below him...not showing the anger seething under the surface.

He naturally knew that somewhere on Earth was an Ancient Weapon. And it would appear the Tau'ri had found it for him. SG-1 had angered and pleased him in equal measure before, and they continued to do so. It was merely a matter of destroying their defenseless Tel'tak, and then the weapon of the Ancients would be his. No Goa'uld would dare stand against him, not when he added that power to his fleets.

"Yes my Lord," his first prime, Her'ak, replied eagerly.

With that response, a large number of fighters and bombers flew down from the large fleet Anubis had gathered over the planet, all of them angling for what the Tau'ri called Antarctica. While the fighters did their jobs, the larger Ha'tak's hovered over Earth, keeping anyone from leaving or entering the orbit. Not that they had any real reason to expect anything. While Anubis had long ago called the Asgard's bluff, the rest of the System Lords were still too terrified of the diminutive race to even think of attacking Earth. And, having called the bluff, Anubis was well aware the Asgard lacked the requisite forces to try and attack his mighty fleet.

Nor would any System Lord be foolish enough to stand against this fleet. Yu and Ba'al had tried, and the former had suffered for it over Abydos.

However...the mighty fleet was suddenly thrown out of formation as a massive blue ship dropped out of Hyperspace in the middle of the formation. A smaller white dagger came out right next to it, flaring its engines to slow down. None of the Jaffa and minor Goa'uld on the ships recognized the design of either ship. But Anubis did recognize the blue one, though even to him the dagger was a mystery...an unwelcome mystery. And the sight of these vessels made the typical Goa'uld temper come roaring to the surface.

Furlings! They should be extinct, I made sure of that. There have been none since Ra was forced from the Ancient World.

Seething under the surface or not, Anubis maintained the calm facade that inspired such loyalty from his Jaffa. Turning slowly to his loyal First Prime, the partially Ascended Goa'uld gave out his orders.

"Open fire on those vessels that dare intrude on their god's territory."

If Her'ak was surprised by this order, he hid it remarkably well, a feral grin crossing his face, "Of course, My Lord."

He relayed the order to the dozens of Ha'tak floating around the Flagship, all the vessels except for Anubis' own reorienting to fire on the intruders. Golden bolts flashed forth at a blistering rate of fire, battering the blue ships green shield. However, it was safe to say that if the Jaffa weren't confused before, they certainly were now. The only shield colors they were familiar with were their own golden ones, and Asgard blue.

Not to mention the fact the vessel barely flinched under a barrage that would have destroyed an older Agard vessel.

The white ship next to it lacked any obvious shield, as there wasn't the characteristic 'dome' of light around the ship. Yet, none of the golden bolts marred its pristine surface, let alone blow holes in the hull. That was something that even Anubis, with all the knowledge he possessed, could not make sense of. No ship had a shield that did not create a dome of energy. Nor did any vessel possess armor strong enough that his upgraded weaponry would not harm it.

Even more oddly perhaps, neither ship returned fire. They just took the attack, no outward signs there was even a crew aboard.

"They aren't even fighting back my Lord!" Her'ak reported gleefully.

Anubis merely frowned...there was something at the edge of his partially-ascended senses, something aboard the Furling ship. As he tried to probe what was there, the Goa'uld was shocked to the point that his eyes, if he had any, would have been widening. A feeling he had not sensed since Daniel Jackson had attempted to stop him over Abydos. A feeling he could never forget.

An Ancient!

Right as he thought that, both of the ships fired off green bolts at his fleet. There was no warning, not that Anubis would have expected one.

The Ancient-upgraded Ha'tak took several bolts to destroy, but even the Asgard wouldn't have been so effective. In the first barrage, the Furling ship claimed three Ha'tak, the dagger two. Needless to say, the Jaffa were in shock at this destruction. Those who had seen Osiris defeat Thor were even more incensed than the others...they had seen an Asgard Mothership destroyed by their Lord's Ha'tak...these upstarts were able to do more than the Asgard?!
Anubis knew better than that...for he quickly remembered why the Furlings had been the main military force in that little Alliance of theirs, until the Asgard had taken up that mantle.

The Ancients and Nox were always more concerned with their culture. Weak, were it not for their advanced technology. Technology that I will take as my own, one day. The Asgard were nowhere near as advanced, it is only now that they equal my forces with my Ancient knowledge. The Furlings however...they were always a thorn in our side.

The Furlings had always been militarily inclined. They were nearly as ferocious as Jaffa in combat, and that had shown in their ship design. Where Anubis' Jaffa would underestimate the singular Furling warship, the god would not do the same. Even at the age of that vessel, it was more than a capable threat to his forces. And the dagger was impressive in its own rate...firing from more weapons and faster firing weapons than he thought could fit on that small of a ship. It was only slightly larger than one of his Ha'tak, yet far more powerful.

It appears to use similar weaponry as the Furlings. Where did they come across...

Then there was the fact at least one Ancient was aboard that Furling ship. A fact that should have been impossible, on every level. There were no Ancients left. They would never intervene on the lower plains, no matter the fact their 'children' were being shown their true god. The fact there was an Ancient here...something was very wrong. Anubis could see past his righteous anger, and recognize that fact.

As such, he maneuvered his Flagship past the wreckage of the destroyed Ha'tak, firing its own weapons at the Furling ship. His flagship was the mightiest ever built by Goa'uld hands, even without the Eyes. Against an ancient Furling vessel, it should be no contest.

Thus, a battle had begun over Earth, despite everything the people below had done to prevent such an event.

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Admiral Volshe , Tim Battershell

 

This looks good. I've always wanted to write a SG-1 and Star Wars crossover. Keep me updated.

 

Will do. Also, glad to have another reader!

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FES Redemption, Hyperspace​​

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The tunnel of hyperspace surrounding the Redemption was both familiar, and very unfamiliar at the same time. It bore the same twisting colors as the more familiar hyperspace Luke was familiar with, but it turned in a way totally alien all the same. With this hypnotizing view in the background, the Jedi had been meditating and trying to get a feel for what was happening from the Force. In this, he had been joined by Naverra, who was understandably curious exactly what a 'Jedi' was. The last she had known, her own people were the only ones developing the powers that Luke had shown. Sans, perhaps, the Nox. And the ease with which he used the powers was astonishing, to put things mildly.

Though, of course, Luke himself was quick to point out that he wasn't that well trained compared to the Jedi of old.

Thus, the two of them sat together, meditating on what was going on, while Luke's small crew did what they could to repair systems damaged by age and neglect. Unfortunately, just as the Republic soldiers struggled with technology totally alien to them, neither Jedi nor Ancient had any insights to offer. Obviously, they were heading to their destination via-a fail-safe that Naverra had set up before going into cryo. But what was going on at the destination eluded both of them. Naverra knew that the destination was Avalon...but she couldn't say where it would be, not without access to the navigation systems...locked down by her AI.

"The Force is in turmoil," Luke commented, flicking his blue eyes at the woman next to him.

"Your powers are similar to mine, but," Naverra smiled slightly, "I can't tell what you mean."

The Jedi's own face shifted into a smile, "I might have to train you then."

"Trained by a human," the Alteran rolled her eyes good-naturedly, "I never thought I would see the day."

Both Jedi and Alteran shared a laugh at that. In the ten days they had been cooped up on this ship, the two had struck up a quick friendship. Granted, a friendship built as much on mutual curiosity as anything.

"Master Skywalker, we have finished what repairs we can make on our own. Most of the ship is back in workable condition," of course, Sunri was quick to interrupt the friendly verbal sparring.

Luke nodded at the excitable man, "Good job Sunri. Any sign when we are coming out of hyperspace?"

Perhaps it was because the Force had a sense of humor, but the moment Luke asked that question, the ship shook slightly as it came barreling out of hyperspace. The Liberty shot out right beside it, though the Star Destroyer had to flare its engines to slow down since it wasn't designed with a Furling hyperdrive in mind. Both ships slowly came to a halt over a bright blue world...surrounded by pyramidal warships. While none of the Republic members recognized the ships...Naverra did. The designs had changed over the centuries, but...she would recognize the snakes anywhere.

"The Goa'uld...how have they come to Terra?" she muttered, a tinge of anger in her voice.

"Goa'uld?" Luke asked, as the fleet of pyramid ships slowly began to turn to face the new arrivals.

Naverra turned to answer, when a barrage of golden bolts came firing from the Goa'uld ships. Remarkably similar to turbolaser bolts, if less powerful, the shots shook the Redemption as its green bubble shield came to life to take the impacts. Naverra stumbled slightly, as Luke looked surprised at the type of shield being used. Both of them recovered quickly though, Naverra already going into 'Captain' mode and barking out orders...at Luke's crew.

"Ready the weapons! How is the shield holding up?!" the redhead shouted.

Confused though they may be, the New Republic crew was experienced. By now, they had all used that device of Naverra's to allow them to read the screens on the consoles scattered around the bridge.

"Weapons are armed, shields are holding at 90%."

"No communications from the...Goa'uld."

"It's just them up here ma'am! No defense systems on this planet."

Luke walked up to Naverra as that was said, and put a hand on her shoulder, "Who are these Goa'uld, and why did they shoot us without even trying to talk?"

The Alteran turned, and sighed, "The Goa'uld were a new race when I left Pegasus. Warmongering parasites that survive by taking over other race's bodies. They lacked a fleet of this power however...and I believe they are trying to enslave Terra, likely for hosts, though I am confused why the Asgard or Furlings have not come to help...or why no Alteran ships are here."

Naverra sent a worried look out the bridge window, illuminated by golden flashes against her vessel's shields. She bit her lip slightly, frustration bubbling to the surface along with the worry. She knew...she knew that the Alteran Navy had been a mere shadow of its former self. It was why she was in a Furling ship to begin with. The war against the Wraith...

No...don't think about that. Don't think about how long it has been...

Even so, if the Goa'uld had come to Earth, the Asgard or Furlings would have let her people know. Even with the losing war against the Wraith, they would have sent ships back. Unless...unless they had lost.

For his part, Luke merely nodded, "That sounds...disturbingly familiar."

Memories of the Ssi-Ruuvi attacking Bakura came to mind. Different species and methods...remarkably similar outlook. If the Goa'uld looked to enslave worlds for hosts, it was exactly like the reptile-race enslaving worlds for Entenchment. Understandably, these were far from fond memories for the Jedi Master.

"Luke, are we just going to sit here and let them shoot us? Because that's stupid kid," Han's voice came over the comm systems, sounding more than a little frustrated.

Luke opened his mouth to answer, a small smile crossing his face, "Han, you never did change. We should at least try to talk first..."

"Luke..." the Alteran next to him stiffened in shock.

"Wha..."

Both Luke and Naverra shuddered as a dark feeling came over them.

What is this...it feels like the Dark Side, but...this is even worse. Not even the Emperor felt like this. This is darkness on a level I've never felt before. What could be so evil to feel like this...?

"This is wrong," Naverra muttered softly, as the feeling retreated in what felt like- even to her -shock.

"Very wrong," Luke nodded, "I've never felt darkness quite like that. Not even from Sith."

Turning away from the redheaded woman, the Jedi walked over to the communications console. The crewmember there moved aside slightly, giving him full access to the systems. Nodding his head in thanks, the blonde man contacted the Liberty directly. For once, he was inclined to follow Han's lead. Shoot first, ask questions later. With what Naverra had claimed about the Goa'uld and that dark feeling...

Talking wouldn't work, not here.

"No...fire everything we have," Luke replied to Han's message.

"Fire!" Naverra added, somewhat redundantly even if she felt the need to command her own vessel.

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With that order, the sleek blue warship turned, presenting its primary weapons to the Goa'uld fleet. Along the sleek, outstretched wings, turrets turned and aimed directly at the pyramidal warships. And the same was true along the long nose of the craft, as the largest weapons of the Redemption targeted the enemy. Green bolts of plasma shot forth the moment the targeting was complete, punching into the Goa'uld's golden shields. Next to the ancient Furling warship, the much newer Liberty did the same, equally green turbolaser fire lancing forth.

While it was surprising to Naverra that the Ha'tak survived multiple hits, they didn't last very long. Unknown upgrades or not, thousands of years of development or not, the first Ha'tak still died as turbolaser bolts punched through its shield. Tough armor held for a split second, but the green bolts still went clean through the Ha'tak, blowing hull plates aside and destroying the bridge. The ship fell out of formation, flames licking its hull from the damage. The same happened with the first ship hit by the Redemption, with the exception of it blowing apart in a fireball that damaged the shields of unlucky ships nearby.

"Two Goa'uld ships destroyed!" a Republic crewmember shouted on the Liberty's bridge.

Han Solo nodded, a rare serious expression on his face, "Keep it up, don't let those guys recover."

"Yes sir!"

The smuggler-turned-General looked back out the bridge windows, feeling out of place. He would have preferred being out there in the Falcon with Chewie by his side, but he knew where he was needed. And that was commanding this old rust bucket of a Star Destroyer.

Rusty or not, I'm glad I'm not on one of those things. Whoever thought pyramids make for good starships needs to be shot.

"Goa'uld are turning to target us directly!"

"Guess they don't like us blowing them up," Han's smirk was cocky as ever, "Show 'em what we've got!"

Engines flaring, the brilliantly white Star Destroyer oriented its turbolasers to where they could target a pair of Ha'tak that had moved to attack it directly. Golden beams flashed forward from the pyramids, pounding into the Victory's shield grid. Han's smirk was slightly strained at that, as his borrowed ship shook around him. Those shots weren't anything special, but kriff if there wasn't a lot of them. The shield was holding strong for now, but enough shots...

Come on, shoot back already.

Han wasn't psychic like Luke by any means, but his mental order still seemed to go through. Having finally retargeted the enemy, the heavy turbolasers along the Liberty's flanks opened fire. Green bolts shot forth, targeting one Ha'tak at a time. Golden barriers sprang to life around the floating pyramid, flashing along the impact points of the turbolaser fire. These flashes grew in number, as more and more weapons were oriented on the Goa'uld warship.

"Their shield is failing!"

Even as the officer shouted that, turbolaser bolts broke through the barrier shield of the Ha'tak. Green fire burned through its hull, blowing the vessel apart. Without missing a beat, the turbolaser crews turned their weapons on the other Ha'tak.

"Their weapons aren't very strong," the Liberty's technical Captain pointed out.

"Nope," Han nodded, "Fast though."

"Very. We can't keep up with this rate of fire, not in a Victory."

"You've got that right."

Even so, the Liberty and Redemption worked very well together, both drawing equal amounts of fire. As the second Ha'tak blew into a massive fireball, this fire grew even more intense. Golden bolts came even faster and fiercer than before, shaking both ships heavily. Han found himself leaning against a console, as the golden plasma did its utmost to ruin his day. It wasn't getting through...yet. But how long that lasted...

"Shields still holding strong," a crewmember called out.

"That flagship is turning to attack us!" another shouted, as the largest Goa'uld ship moved into position.

The obvious flagship, the source of the darkness Luke had felt, was indeed turning its massive bulk towards the extra-galactic ships battering its fleet. While smaller than an Executor- indeed, the Redemption was slightly larger herself -the flagship made up for that in fitting very rapid firing weapons. Where the Ha'tak were faster than the Liberty, the flagship was an order of magnitude faster than that. When it had finally oriented correctly and opened fire on the Redemption, it fired faster than the rest of the fleet combined. A veritable stream of golden bolts came forth from its hull, all hitting roughly the same spot on the Furling warship.

A small grimace crossed Han's face at that. He wasn't particularly worried about Luke, not yet. That ship he found wasn't weak, from what he had seen. But even so, that much firepower probably would punch through, if given enough time.

"Fire the missiles!" that woman, Naverra, shouted over the comm systems.

Han might have been annoyed that someone was shouting orders at him, but he saw the point.

"You heard the lady," the former smuggler turned to his own crew, "Fire the missiles."

A swarm of missiles swept out of the launchers on the Redemption, soon joined by the Liberty firing off its eighty concussion missile launchers. Most of the missiles from the Furling ship malfunctioned due to their age and state of disrepair. They either fell away soon after launch, or blew apart well short of their targets. But the few that got through did immense damage to whatever they hit. Massive fireballs came to life in the Goa'uld formation, as missiles impacted golden shields.

The ancient-upgraded craft shuddered as Furling missiles collided with them, the detonation of the devices draining their shields and burning off hull plates. When the concussion missiles from the Liberty reached the Goa'uld ships, they shattered damaged hulls, setting off reactors and fuel stores. Flaming debris was all that was left of a dozen Ha'tak by the time the missiles had finished their job.

"The fleet is pulling back," came the report, as the Ha'tak began to condense their formation to make it harder to hit them with another missile barrage, if only from enhanced anti-missile coverage.

"That isn't going to help much," Han commented.

It was hard to dispute that point. Where there was once over thirty Ha'tak, now only a dozen remained. The flagship was untouched and continuing to fire on the Redemption, but most of its fleet was gone. However, the missiles had been expended, and it would take too much time to reload the launchers for another barrage. It was entirely turbolaser now, and as a missile boat, that was one thing the Victory-I was less than stellar at.

That aside, the simple fact was that the Goa'uld fleet was at a disadvantage from the start. If they had focused fire on one of the ships they were facing, it might have taken it down. But they divided their fire, and it came back to bite them. As yet another Ha'tak burst into flames from turbolaser fire, it became clear to the Jaffa aboard the ships that they were losing this fight. Panic didn't take hold of them...yet.

That would come when a third ship broke the surface of the planet that Han had put out of his mind.

"A ship is coming from the planet," the sensor officer reported, "it's small, barely a corvette."

Heads turned to follow this ship, on both the Liberty and Redemption. Blocky and utilitarian, it made the Falcon look advanced. Primitive railguns fired from its hull, shooting at the hostile flagship. If turbolasers couldn't take that ship down, nothing this...corvette...could do would do so. Han could give them points for bravery if nothing else though, took some nerve to attack in that primitive a ship.

But it wasn't the corvette that was what would cause panic among the Jaffa. No, that was what followed the oddly low-tech warship. Golden missiles, hundreds of them, curving around the small ship into the remains of the Goa'uld armada.

While the Redemption and Liberty's missiles had battered down the Goa'uld shields before blasting apart hulls, these darted clean through the shield and burrowed into the hull seeking weapons, power supplies, and fuel storage. One or two 'drones' took down a Ha'tak, while hundreds of the little weapons blasted into the flagship. They carved trenches through the armor, destroying anything that vaguely resembled a weapon or shield emitter. Several of the weapons blasted right into the bridge of the ship, before finally hitting the reactor and sending up an explosion that shattered the wrecks of burning Ha'tak nearby, and was seen by anyone on the surface who happened to be looking at the night sky.

Those who hadn't seen the stream of gold light shooting into the heavens to begin with, of course.

"The outpost...it still survives?" Naverra muttered in amazement from the bridge of her vessel, as the last of the drones faded from sight.

"That was your people?" Luke asked curiously.

The redheaded Alteran nodded, "I can only assume so. Though why did they wait so long?"

Luke had no more idea than she did, and both were distracted by Sunri, "Master, Commander, that ship is trying to contact us."

Both the Jedi and Alteran nodded, as the viewscreen mounted above the bridge window came to life. A bald human face appeared, on a primitive bridge. The man held the air of a commander, even if he wasn't in a position of power. Luke found himself comparing the man to Admiral Ackbar, even if the comparison was somewhat absurd on the surface.

"This is General George Hammond of the USS Prometheus," the man began, "while I'm thankful for the help against Anubis, who are you?"

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