The Anunnaki Unification, Book 3: A Stargate SG-1 Fan Fiction Story

by Michele Briere

  They looked at the man lounging in a chair, one leg thrown negligently over the arm. Cigar smoke was blown into the air.

  “I need to talk to you,” Jack said. “After the meeting.”

  “Alright,” Enki shrugged, not acknowledging an order, just the request.

  The room was full. The council representatives sat around the table while their attendants waited around the sides of the room. Jonathan was present as the interm-Tau’ri representative, Inanna, Jonas, Teal’c, and fifteen other worlds who could make the meeting. The sound of hooves sounded on the brick and the Mulakma representative, Atis, trotted in, his beaked head held high and proud.

  “Late as usual, Atis,” someone around the table snorted.

  “When one of my wives wishes my attentions, who am I to refuse her?” Atis said. There were chuckles around the room. “All of Mulakma offers condolences to Chulak.” Atis made a deep bow to Teal’c. The big guy stood and returned the gesture. “And I personally offer my sincerest wishes to the memory of Master Bre’tac. He spoke with me, warrior to warrior, and offered advice on how to speak with….. others.”

  “Thank you, Lord Atis,” Inanna said, bringing the meeting together. “I believe this meeting was called by General O’Neill. Jack?” Inanna sat and offered Jack the floor. He stepped forward and placed a thin box on the far end of the table.

  “Well, folks, I’ll get to the point,” he said. He smacked the box and motioned to Sam. “Bre'tac never stood on ceremony when it was time for duty, so let's follow his example. Between the mines on various planets, a generous gift from the Masharu, and the hoard from Anubis’ warehouse –thank you, Teal’c- the Tau’ri have a large supply of naquadah. Colonel Carter and her team have come up with a proposal for its usage. Sam?”

  Sam got the box to work and presented herself to the room. “Our first priority, to be honestly selfish, is to get our planet’s power supply entirely on naquadah enhanced generators. We have a few cities working on it and the pollution problem is diminishing greatly. The amount of naquadah needed is minimal, however, so there is a great deal sitting around waiting to be made into ships and whatever else we can come up with. It’s the ships I’d like to talk about today.” She tapped on the control for the box and images began to appear in the air above the box.

  “Cool,” Jonathan commented, leaning in closer to look at the holographic images.

  “We took the technology from the Goa’uld communication balls,” she told him, pleased at his reaction. “These are plans for patrol ships,” she told the group. “At the moment, we are thinking three ships per sector, two for military, one for science and medical, with one larger… mothership, as it were… to monitor each sector. The motherships can hold a compliment of five hundred and the patrol ships will hold a crew compliment of two hundred people. Give or take. Both types of ship will have adjustable quarters for non-human crew members. Such as nest-boxes for the Mulakma.” Atis dipped his beak at her.

  “And pillow rooms?” Ninurta asked.

  “Pipe down in the peanut gallery,” Jack said, waving a finger at him.

  “You can negotiate pillows with the ship’s commander,” Sam told him. Ninurta perked up and she shook her head. “Anyway. We are not suggesting replacing ships belonging to individual worlds; these ships belong specifically to the Unified Worlds. If any members would care to donate their ex-Goa’uld ship for an update, it would help distribute the naquadah further.”

  “Sam?” Jonas raised his hand and she nodded to him. “What about worlds without naquadah? Will they benefit from the supply you are holding?”

  “That will depend on the planet,” she said. She walked slowly as she tried to formulate the words she knew would be needed when the question was asked. “We will assist worlds that are full members. We can help them to advance themselves, but we will not hold their hands. I’m sure you all understand the damage that can happen to a society that is not allowed to grow on its own.” There were reluctant acknowledgments from around the table. “Many worlds are doing fine all by themselves. Look at Langara. Believe me, I understand how frustrating it can be; there are many things that the Asgard …. and others…. are still refusing to tell us about.” She paused to look at Inanna. The queen smiled passively and sipped her drink.

  “We would like to build a ship factory,” Sam said. “We need input from everyone as to a recommendation for a planet to build this factory on. Earth certainly isn’t large enough.” She toggled the computer to begin showing them schematics. People around the room began to wander closer.

  “All the ships will be on exploration patrol,” Sam said. “The science ships will spend their time exploring mostly deserted cities and planets, digging up information on the culture that lived there. They will be the ones who will put together the missing pieces of the Human puzzle and to assist with planet-wide epidemics. We don’t mean to be exclusionary, Lord Atis; our world is missing a great many people. Of course, the ships will be available for anyone who has a need for their services. The military vessels will be patrolling their sector, checking in on member planets and keeping an eye on closed-worlds. Each ship will also have teams specially trained for First Contact missions.”

  “Sam?” Jonathan raised his hand. She nodded at him. “Have you been watching Star Trek reruns?” The few people present who understood the reference chuckled.

  “Hey, they had some great ideas way ahead of their time,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “A lot of military and medical application concepts came from Star Trek. Like Colonel Davis’ idea of the hand-held MRI.”

  “And laser guns,” Jonathan agreed. Jack pointed a zat at him and he quickly ducked under the table.

  “Anyway,” Sam continued. “We considered dividing the galaxy up into quarters, but decided that left too much space for pirates and others to begin occupying out of the way places. By sectioning off five patrol areas, we can cover more territory in less time and be on hand quicker in case of an emergency.” She paused and looked at the room. Everyone was captivated by the ships dancing in the air. “That’s our proposal for the Unified Worlds to approve. Or not.”

  “I’m assuming that the center of this patrol would be…. Earth?” Inanna asked.

  “Not necessarily,” Sam said, shaking her head. “We're pretty much out in the middle of nowhere, so it wouldn't make sense for Earth to be the center. If we can come up with a planet appropriate to our ship-building needs, we can also put in office space for the UW. That would be the center of the pie.”

  “What about Dakkara?”

  They looked at Teal’c.

  “Where humanity was first made into First Primes,” Daniel commented from the peanut gallery.

  “Indeed,” Teal’c said, giving a nod. “I would need to speak with the Jaffa Nations council on this matter; however, I can see no greater tribute to the memory of those that have gone on before. Although the Ancient weapon on Dakkara no longer functions, the rest of the buildings do. There are plenty of rooms for office space and a large gathering auditorium. We are also excavating the sites where the Ancients built their ships. Dakkara is, I believe, made to order.”

  “T, the council will need to understand that the Jaffa won’t be the overseers,” Jack said. “If they agree to allow the Unified Worlds to use the office space, it would be under our own control. They can’t just evict us when we don’t play their game. They will be donating it, in perpetuity, to the Unified Worlds.”

  “I understand,” Teal’c said as he frowned. “There will be many that will not understand and will resist. Dakkara is a sacred place to all Jaffa.”

  “It’s a sacred place for us, too, T,” Daniel said. “Those First Primes were from Earth. They are our ancestors, too, and by resisting the Goa’uld they saved the First World from further occupation. They will be honored for their sacrifices. In fact, I think a memorial of some kind should be created. Maybe a statue to stand in front of the main council building or a memorial wall showing the stages of Jaff
a enslavement and development. It can be concluded with Bre’tac’s story.” He looked meaningfully at Jack and then around the table.

  “Wonderful idea, Daniel,” Inanna said, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “Teal’c, how about telling the Jaffa council that if they will donate the planet to us, we will hire their best artist to create an appropriate memorial for the original First Primes, and the Jaffa Nation will have their own section of offices and living quarters? Will that help to ease the way between us?”

  “It might,” Teal’c said thoughtfully. “Could you provide images of such memorials from Earth?”

  “I’ll get them for you,” Daniel promised.

  There was agreement around the table and murmurs of discussion.

  “Good,” Inanna declared, signaling the next order of business as Ninurta completed his notes. “For some unpleasant news. We have a complaint from citizens of Balistar. This complaint was smuggled out to us by an underground organization which says that there are quite a few missing persons. Coincidentally, these missing persons are all people who oppose their government’s action of disappearing people who oppose the government.”

  “Are they still on probation?” Jack asked.

  “They are,” Inanna nodded.

  “Get a team in there and get to the bottom of it.”

  She held up a finger to mark a point in the air. “Which brings us to something I would like to discuss with the council. As most of you know, there are a few people who are developing more advanced mental abilities. Should we set up a special force made up of these people, and if so, how do we set limits to what they can and cannot do? We may start with good intentions, but how do we keep from creating monsters?”

  “How many are available to us at this time?” asked Kendra from Cimmeria.

  “That information shouldn’t be made available,” Jack said before anyone else could speak. “For security reasons. We wouldn’t want someone getting hold of you and forcing you to talk. We will identify those individuals who show promise, work out protocols for them, and figure out the internal policing. As for Balistar, we can throw a team together and send them in for an inspection. Has anyone taken the liberty of starting some notes on security?”

  “I have,” Jonathan said.

  “Good. You can head up security,” Jack said, not surprised. It’s the first thing he would have done. “Put together a list and we’ll discuss it.” Jonathan’s eyes flashed for a moment and then settled.

  When the council was concluded, Jonathan cornered him.

  “I’m going to ask nicely that you stop giving me orders,” he said quietly. Jack paused.

  “I’m sorry. You’re right,” he admitted. “Are you up for taking command of security?”

  “I don’t know,” Jonathan said. “I’m actually happy doing some farming, teaching, and taking care of Daka and Rushell, once we get her home. I don’t want to get involved in bureaucracy again. I’m doing this as a favor until Hayes can get here.”

  “Well, I certainly can’t force you to do anything,” Jack said. “I think you’re bullshittin’ yourself, though. We both know you won’t be able to sit still if something happens and we both know you’ll kick yourself from one end of the galaxy to the other if something happens and you could have prevented it. If you still need time, you take your time. I have a lot of it. I’ll ask Jonas to do psychic investigator if you’ll forward me your list of recommendations. I’d rather get the list from you.”

  Jonathan gave a nod and turned.

  “Hey.” He turned back. “Who’s Rushell?”

  “Little girl,” Jonathan said. “She’s about six, from some small mining colony. Most were wiped out in an earthquake. She’s deaf. Enki said it looks as though her eardrums were destroyed. Don’t know if it was an accident or not, but it’s an old wound. He’s going to grow her new ones.”

  Jack nodded thoughtfully. “Was she treated well?” he asked.

  “Not really,” Jonathan said. “A disability in a mining colony makes for a waste of food and space.”

  “Well, bring her around so we can help her forget,” Jack said. Jonathan gave a nod and turned again. “Jonathan.” Jack waited. “I’m sorry. You deserve to be a father, too.”

  Jack yanked on the back of his neck as he walked through the village to find a drinking mug filled with anything. He spotted Rya’c and a few other Jaffa and joined them, crashing his head onto the table. Someone put a mug in front of him and he felt a hand caress his back before someone sat next to him.

  “That was a good meeting,” Daniel said. “I didn’t realize so much had been accomplished already. Sam’s concept went over well.”

  “Is it possible that Jonathan really doesn’t want to work with us in this?” Jack mumbled from the table top.

  “Yes, it is,” Daniel said. “He has a different soul, remember? He could do the job, he certainly knows how, but it wouldn’t make him happy. Self-determination, Jack.”

  Jack took a long drink from the mug, making a face at the raw taste of the local hooch.

  “We’re getting a new grandchild,” he commented. “Little girl named Rushell. She’s deaf. Until Enki can fix her.”

  Daniel reached out and examined the bowls of fruit and bread before choosing a purple sphere that he knew was sweet and juicy.

  “He is happy.”

  They looked at Teal’c who had come quietly to the table.

  “Jonathan,” he said. “He is happy. He is no longer you, O’Neill; he has become himself. Caring for his son and his new family makes him happy. He is the center of their home.”

  “Happy?” Jack looked at him. “T, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that before.”

  “Were it not for the Goa’uld, caring for our families are where we all would have been,” Teal’c said. “I wish that I had been here to watch Rya’c grow up and to help him. His mother suffered greatly in my absence.”

  “Father, you were always here when I needed you here,” Rya’c said, not looking at his father who stood behind him. “You are here now. I miss mother and I wish you would have been with us when I was a child, but you are here now.”

  Teal’c gave Rya’c shoulder a squeeze and took a piece of bread and cheese as Jack looked around. SG personnel strolled casually through the village with Jaffa friends, children ran and played with wooden training staves, non-human aliens wandered around greeting new friends, Grant was taking lessons in the training circle, a group of smaller children were chasing a familiar red bird through the nearby woods, Sam took Daka from Jonathan’s back to hug the child, and a Mulakma was giving rides to squealing children while parents watched with slight looks of concern. Jack drank the rest of his fermented juice and leaned backwards until he was against the ground. Daniel and Teal’c looked down at him and went about their conversing with the rest of the table.

  “Jack, Enki said you wanted to talk with him. He has time now, if you want,” Inanna told him. Jack got up from the dusty ground with a groan, tweaked Daka’s side, making the boy giggle, and excused himself, walking back to the conference room with the queen.

  Most of the council representatives had left the meeting room to socialize and stop by Bre’tac’s home. Jack took a look around, noted those still present, and sat across from Enki.

  “You need to practice the shields, Jack,” Enki told him. “You’re broadcasting very loudly. And I think I may know what’s happening with you.”

  Jack was blank. “I didn’t tell you what the problem was,” he said.

  “I just told you you’re broadcasting,” Enki said to the simple child. “Here’s what’s happening. You know about timelines, right? Of course, you do. The closer we get to a particular timeline, the most likely timeline that we will take, the more you are picking up on it. Some timelines are nodes within time; events that happen on multiple timelines. Think about it as a live electrical current that you can sense. Remember that time doesn’t exist on the quantum level, so, in the right light, the past, p
resent, and future are all in existence in the now. The closer you get to the future-now, the more you are able to sense its presence.”

  “I’m clairvoyant?” Jack questioned, not quite believing it.

  “No, just good at reading the writing on the wall,” Enki said.

  Jack considered it and knew he’d have to sleep on it. For many nights. “Is that how you guys turn up at conspicuous times?”

  “Sometimes,” Enki admitted with a quirk of his mouth as he re-lit his cigar. “It gets easier after a thousand years or so.”

  Jack pursed his lips as he thought. “Is there anything I could have done to help Bre’tac?”

  “No,” Inanna said, leaning over and touching Jack’s arm. “He was old, Jack; it was his time. Only a sarcophagus and a symbiote would have helped, and you know he wouldn’t have wanted that. He was ready.”

  Jack nodded and tilted his chair back, shutting his eyes with a groan. “Alright. So how’s our boy, Grant, doing?”

  “He’s no longer walking around and jumping at shadows,” Ninurta said. “We’re having to use a little tough-love to teach him not to intrude, but he’s learning. You were right to send him to us, Jack, he’s a walking disaster. He’s giving all of us shielding practice.”

  “And if he’s unable to learn?” Jack asked.

  “Then I will deal with him,” Enki said. His grave look was all Jack needed to know.

  “He’s a good kid, don’t get me wrong,” Ninurta said. “He just isn’t used to controlling his own mind and this is a unique experience. He was flying a little high on himself until he caught his buddy, Jonathan, in the middle of a romp with us. It did cause him a moment of introspection, though.” There were snickers from Shara, Gibil, and Erra, and a smile from Jonas. The men had their heads together over a list of potential security people. Considering the needs, the list wasn’t very long and contained a mostly Anunnaki contingent, with a couple of Tau’ri and Langaren names. The Furlings seemed to be guiding, but not really interfering, which meant Enki, Inanna, and Ninurta wouldn’t be on the psi-patrol.