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Chapter 222: Shockwaves Part 3 New
Chapter 222: Shockwaves Part 3

Research Station Alpha, First Moon of Enchantment, February 7th, 2002 (Earth Time)


"No, no - that column needs to stay. It's far too easy to realise that the data has been tampered with if the basics are wrong."

"That's data directly taken from Apophis's experiments, Loki. How could anyone know they have been tampered with without the original data?"

"It is obvious if you have experience with such experiments - and Nirrti will have such experience, Morrison. No, if we want to feed her data that won't be of any use to her but actually sabotage her research, we have to be far more subtle!"

"That presumes that she actually has advanced her research past this point already. And if she did that, why would she care about Apophis's research?"

"If she knew the exact extent of his research, she wouldn't have bothered with sending a ship to steal his data. So, the fact that she tried to raid his laboratory proves that she is still ignorant of his research, Morrison. If she had merely wanted to stop a competitor, she would simply have bombarded the entire installation from orbit."

"Unless she wasn't after the data, but after the resources. She must have had a spy in his court to know about the laboratory in the first place, and a highly-placed spy at that - few knew about the place. So, we cannot exclude the possibility that she actually was behind Apophis in her research - at least in that specific field."

"If Nirrti were still at that level, after dedicating thousands of years to her research, and even risking her position as a System Lord for it, then we wouldn't need to bother with this entire plan since she wouldn't be a threat at all!"

Samantha Carter suppressed a sigh. Watching Dr Morrison and Loki squabble like this was frustrating. Loki's reasoning for why he thought Nirrti would easily see through any tampering with the raw research data from Apophis's lab would have been concerning if Sam weren't already aware of his questionable ethics and history. They had a point - the Alliance had to be very careful with tampering with the data, to avoid giving the game away too easily and avoid giving away actually useful data that wasn't already obsolete. But the way they were going at it wasn't very productive.

"I once again want to state that I question the ethics of tampering with research data as a matter of principle."

The two were still more productive than Alpha, of course. The bot was doing everything short of insubordination - and Sam was pretty certain that Alpha refrained from that merely because the bot couldn't go against the specific orders Adora had given her - to stop the project altogether. Appealing to scientific ethics was one of the milder forms; malicious compliance was far more frustrating.

It figured, of course, that when the bot finally discovered ethical lines it didn't want to cross, after demonstrating a total lack of remorse and care about unethical experimentation as long as it furthered its goals, it would hinder the Alliance's plans.

Not for the first time, she felt as if she were herding cats. Big cats, like tigers, lions, or some genetically engineered combination of both, with alien parts grafted on them. "We're not destroying data - we're ensuring that an enemy cannot use our data to advance their research."

"But information yearns to be free."

Sam narrowed her eyes. Either Alpha had been watching Earth media - and she didn't think the bot was interested in anything not related to genetic engineering and research - or Entrapta had failed to explain a remark. Or the bot was just trying every argument, no matter how nonsensical. "Some information cannot be shared because it's far too dangerous."

"But basic genetic engineering research data isn't that dangerous."

Right. Alpha was a bot created by the Ancients, and Sam was already aware that their definitions of what was safe and what was dangerous left a lot to be desired.

"That still doesn't mean we should freely share it," Loki said.

"Not without a licensing agreement, at least," Morrison added.

"This is a military operation," Sam reminded them.

"Under Bright Moon's supervision," Angella said. Apparently, the ethical issues raised by everyone were not important enough for her to comment, but a reminder of who owned the station was. Then again, Angella was the only other being, next to Alpha, who had been in this base when it was built and used by the Ancients, but she wasn't a scientist.

Sam was, though. And she knew how to tackle the three squabbling biologists. "If it is too difficult to tamper with the raw research data without the results being obvious, we might have to consider alternatives."

"I never said it was too difficult." Loki, as expected, spoke up at once, his substantial pride and ego pricked. "I questioned the need to tamper with the data."

"We're playing it safe," Sam said.

"Risking Nirrti seeing through the deception straight away doesn't sound particularly safe to me," Morrison said.

"If it is too difficult for you to devise a way to sabotage the data that isn't obvious to an expert…"

"I never said it was! I merely pointed out the risks."

The two biologists glared at each other, then started typing on their respective computers and consoles, and Sam sighed softly with relief.

"If we're already poisoning data, wouldn't that mean we could use a poison or other agent to strike at Nirrti as well?"

Sam closed her eyes. Alpha defaulted to war crimes involving bioweapons again. That said a lot of things, and none of them good, about the people who built her. Mostly, though, it was giving her a headache. But as long as they could accomplish their task, it might be worth it.

Nirrti needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

*****​

Field Base Bra'tac, Saqqara, Saqqara System, February 8th, 2002 (Earth Time)

Catra frowned as she went over the next report. Another Goa'uld scouting force stopped by Alliance ships. Two Al'keshs this time, and one Tel'tak. The crews had tried to blow up their ships, but one Al'kesh had been taken more or less intact - well, still intact enough to have surviving crew members on board after the scuttling charges had been destroyed by precise fire; the Alliance wasn't about to risk their boarding parties against suicidal enemies. The captured Jaffa had been identified as serving Heru'ur, which matched what Analysis had recovered from the debris of the scouting force and fit the location - not too far from the border of Heru'ur's new territory. All pretty much as had been expected.

Although the composition of the force was slightly weird, in her opinion - usually, larger ships were escorted by more numerous smaller vessels. Was that a scratch force, drawn from what was available (and expendable), or was there some method behind it? If Heru'ur was lacking Tel'taks for scouting and recon deployments, which was one of their core missions, then shouldn't a lack of them have been noted by Apophis's spies and battlefield commanders beforehand? Or had Heru'ur been using his Tel'taks overly much, and now too many were either destroyed or down for critical maintenance and repairs at the same time?

She earmarked the report for Analysis and highlighted her remarks. They needed more intel about Heru'ur; both he and Cronus were likely to be the next enemy the Alliance would be focusing on. Though Nirrti might usurp that position if she continued trying to raid Apophis's old territory.

Although the Alliance hadn't encountered another raiding or scouting force sent by Nirrti. Either she was staying out of Alliance-occupied space, wasn't sending any such forces - or she had found a way to escape the Alliance sensor networks. The latter wouldn't be too difficult; space was so big, the spy bot network was struggling just to cover Alliance territory and the known systems of the Goa'uld bordering it. Nirrti would only need a bit of luck to slip through the net.

On the other hand, to actually get close enough to catch actionable intel, she would need advanced stealth technology that could fool Alliance sensors; they were covering the area around Earth for lightyears out to catch any ships trying to pick up radio transmissions after First Contact, and the policy was extended to the rest of Alliance space. No, Catra didn't think Nirrti was somehow sneaking past the Alliance pickets and sensor networks with stealth ships.

But neither did she think Nirrti had given up on looting Apophis's old territory of anything she wanted; the Goa'uld was, according to all accounts, obsessed with her research, and this was an opportunity she wouldn't miss. She could be going after the parts of Apophis's realm that the Alliance hadn't been able to secure (yet), but the spy network coverage was pretty dense there, so they should have noticed something.

But if Nirrti wasn't doing that either, what was she doing? She was a biologist, specialised in genetic engineering. And she had used her speciality to strike at Stargate Command before. Catra wouldn't put it past her to use similar means to spy on the Alliance. She couldn't insert spies on already occupied worlds, but on worlds the Alliance was securing later? It wouldn't be too hard to plant a few prepared agents, whether willing or not, or even ignorant, on such worlds and then wait until the Alliance forces arrived. And it was almost certain that she had placed spies on Saqqara and other worlds during Apophis's reign.

The Alliance was aware of that danger, of course, and was taking precautions - but a spy who had escaped Apophis's guards wouldn't be easy to catch. If they were biding their time and wouldn't attempt to contact Nirrti, they would be almost impossible to catch. And the Alliance could only do so much; sooner or later, there would be slip-ups, people would relax their guard… Catra was well aware of how soon complacency set in, even at the front. It would be much harder for every soldier to keep sharp on supposedly safe planets.

Well, Alliance planning was already taking into account the expectation that they would end up being exposed. Still, the longer they could delay that, the better. Though Nirrti might not cooperate…

"Are you going through with it?"

Catra set the tablet down and looked at Adora. There was no need to ask what she meant. "Yes." Adora frowned at her, so she added: "I'm the obvious choice, and if things go wrong, I have the best chances to escape." She held up her right hand and unsheathed her claws to emphasise the point.

"Glimmer could just teleport out."

"If we're on a world where you released the magic," Catra shot back. "And if you do that, you can't do it again and use the power."

Adora pouted at that, and Catra snorted. But her lover grew serious almost at once. "It's still very dangerous."

Catra shrugged. "I'm used to playing bait." She forced a cocky grin on her face. "And who else would be seen as a perfect host? Everyone else is using magic, and the Goa'uld can't use magic even if they take over someone who can. Me, on the other hand…"

Adora scowled at that. "Still…"

"I volunteered. If you want to veto that, I get to veto your next stunt." Catra bared her teeth; she wasn't budging about that.

"Catra…"

"Someone has to do it. Might as well be me." It wouldn't pay back what she had done before she had come to her senses, but it was a start.

Adora was unhappy, but, maybe, she might stop risking herself so much if the shoe were on the other foot for once.

*****​

Field Base Bra'tac, Saqqara, Saqqara System, February 9th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"Hyperspace sensors have detected a single ship headed to the system. Preliminary classification is Al'kesh. Preliminary data shows the exit area outside the planetary orbit."

Jack O'Neill muttered a brief curse as he read the report on his HUD - you really got used to the thing; he had secured a copy of Adora's version for himself so he could use it in his daily duties without having to wear a helmet. He was still trying to find a way to play games on it, though; Sam hadn't been amused at his 'joke' when he had brought it up, and he hadn't been able to get Bow or Entrapta alone yet. "We're getting a visitor," he commented when General Müller, the base commander, looked up from his tablet.

"Yes, sir." After a pause, the man added: "I was under the impression that such small intrusions were not considered a problem by the guard fleet stationed in the system."

"Well, they are dropping out pretty close to the planet, so they might be here for diplomacy. And protocol for such cases means I need to hide my face so there's no risk of exposing the Alliance's ties to Earth," Jack said. "And that means putting on a helmet."

"Ah." The General nodded, but his carefully neutral expression - even for the German - clearly stated that he didn't see a problem. The guy had probably been born with a helmet, or had his first helmet welded to his head in Kindergarten or something, to get used to it.

But Jack didn't like wearing a helmet. The Alliance combat suits were very comfortable - in fact, more comfortable than his regular uniform - and the helmet had been designed by the same team and was lighter than it looked, and far more comfortable, but… Jack still felt isolated and prone to missing stuff when he wore one. There was a reason, well, in addition to 'we don't want to spook the locals looking like we're looking for a fight', that Stargate Command hadn't worn helmets on most missions; wearing a helmet impaired your hearing and field of vision. Not very much, of course, but every little bit counted on some missions, but Jack had spent two decades internalising that, according to Daniel.

So, while he trusted Sam that the new suit's helmet was actually enhancing his senses - and had tested it - his gut still felt half-blind and deaf when he was wearing it.

Hiding his face also made him feel like a sort of stormtrooper, but that was beside the point.

"So… let's find out if that's a stealth mission or if whoever is behind it wants to talk while spying on us," he said.

"Would they send single ships for a stealth recon mission, sir?" Müller asked.

Jack shrugged as he grabbed his helmet, just in case, and checked on his HUD that his shuttle was ready to take him into orbit, also just in case. "They might have decided to reduce their losses." The snakes might not care about the lives of their slaves, both humans and Jaffa, but they didn't like losing ships or warriors for no gain. Hell, Jack wouldn't be surprised if some ambitious underling used such missions to squirrel away ships for their own use and get rid of rivals or subordinates loyal to their System Lord. Analysis was chasing every possible lead about such internal fractures amongst the Goa'uld, without success so far, but that wasn't a surprise either; any snake pulling such a stunt would have to fool whoever the head snake had watching them, and that meant they had to be sneaky even for a snake.

Jack blinked and made a mental note to use that line in the next command meeting; some of the Alliance officers' reactions would be great to watch.

"The Al'kesh has dropped out of Hyperspace. It's broadcasting."

A moment later, the voice of a Goa'uld came through the communicator. "Greetings, warriors of She-Ra. I come in the name of the most supreme genius of the Goa'uld, the System Lord Nirrti, praised be her name! She requests a meeting between her and your leader to establish diplomatic relations."

Jack bared his teeth in a grin. For a Goa'uld, that was almost succinct. So, this was the diplomatic overture Analysis had expected for days. And now it was time to play nice and talk with people who wanted to subjugate or kill you while they (correctly) assumed you wanted to kill them. "Almost feels like a meeting with the soviets, back in the old days," he said with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir. Anonymising protocols are now in effect," Müller replied.

"Good. You've got the base. I'm heading up," Jack told him while he ordered his shuttle to be readied for takeoff through the HUD.

There was no way he was missing this.

He grabbed his helmet on the way; even if he didn't have to hide his face, for a meeting with one of Nirrti's goons, he wanted to be fully suited up, and preferably in an actual vacuum.

*****​

Saqqara Orbit, Saqqara System, February 9th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"The Al'kesh has followed instructions and retreated to the edge of the inner system, leaving the planet outside its known sensor range, Your Divine Highness. We have detected no communication with anyone else in the system."

"Thank you." Adora nodded at the Clone officer in charge of the sensor station before the image faded on the screen on the wall, and she turned to address the rest of the room. "What are your thoughts about this offer?"

Jack snorted. "How big are the odds that this is just an attempt to get you with a bioweapon?"

"About even," Catra replied before Adora could say anything. "Depends on whether she thinks she has something that will affect First Ones or not."

"Yes." Anise nodded. "The temptation to take you down and take over your territory, no matter how unlikely it is for her to achieve the latter, will be near irresistible to Nirrti."

Adora didn't glance at Catra, but she was briefly struggling with the temptation. She could be a better bait than Catra, so there was no need to risk her lover!

Catra snorted; she must have realised what Adora was thinking.

"But does she have a bug that would affect First Ones? And would it work against She-Ra?" Jack asked.

"Nirrti has been honing her craft for thousands of years; we have to assume that she has agents that will affect any known organism," Anise said.

"But she must also know that any failure will lead to retaliation against her," Catra said. "That's a risk she has to take into account. You've told us yourself that she didn't cross such lines with other System Lords."

"Or she wasn't caught," Jack said.

"She might also prefer to make a deal with us to get the data she wants," Adora pointed out. "Since it will be cheaper and easier for her. We know that many of her past conflicts with other System Lords came because she raided their territories for slaves and other resources."

"Do you think that the opportunity to achieve the data she wants peacefully will stay her hand?" Anise sounded sceptical.

"The opportunity to get what she wants without having to fight for it, and the threat of retaliation if she does fight us," Adora corrected her.

"She would still expect to pay a price for the data," Catra said. "She might not want to pay it - or think she cannot afford to pay it."

That was a possibility, of course. Adora knew that Nirrti could have already decided to strike at them under the guise of a diplomatic meeting. Goa'uld could be greedy to the point of being shortsighted. "We need to be prepared for treachery on her part anyway. Whether she is planning from the start to attack us or just as a backup plan in case negotiations fail."

"It's not as if we plan to actually sell her the data she wants. Or let her continue to murder people," Catra added.

Adora nodded. Like all System Lords, Nirrti had to go. "But we will not break a truce to get her under the guise of a diplomatic meeting." The consequences of such an act were too grave to make it worth it.

"Unless she breaks it first," Jack said.

"Yes." Adora nodded. If Nirrti struck first, they would strike back. Even though that would allow their enemies to claim they had broken the truce.

"So, you will bet your life on the chance that you have better protections than she estimates?" Anise asked.

Adora nodded. "Yes. Between She-Ra's power and Alpha and Loki's technology, we should be able to neutralise or counter whatever Nirrti might be planning."

"That's still quite a risk you are taking," Jack said.

"That we are taking," Catra grinned. "We can use this meeting to further push our cover story as well. And dangle me in front of her to catch her attention." She might not want to use a bioweapon if she wants to take me alive."

Adora pressed her lips together. Nirrti might just want a sample of Catra's DNA, and she could get that from a corpse as well. Easier than from a living, fighting Catra.

"Do not underestimate her. She will have bioagents that disable people instead of killing them as well," Anise said.

"Well, we're not going to meet her without being all suited up," Jack said.

"Except for me," Adora said. "My power should keep any bioagents away." She could fight without any trouble in the vacuum of space.

"'Should'. We'll need to test that before the meeting," Catra said. "I'm sure Alpha and Loki can prepare a suitable test easily. And eagerly."

Adora would bet that they had already prepared a test, at least Alpha. The bot was obsessed with her research. Though that was a little unfair - Alpha had been built for this purpose. She couldn't go against her core nature. "So, we'll tell Nirrti's envoy that we accept. But we'll meet in a location of our choice."

"She might insist on a meeting on neutral ground," Anise said.

"What do the Goa'uld consider neutral ground?" Jack said. "Unless it means 'where we control the location'."

"Traditionally, the Alliance of Four Great Races could have handled such a meeting upon a request from both sides, but it has been defunct for millennia," Anise said. "Of the four members, only the Asgard remain, and even they are barely active in galactic politics these days. And since Adora is a Gate Builder, the Goa'uld might not consider the Asgard as a neutral arbiter in the first place."

"And they want to arrest Loki, so if we show up with him to a meeting, things will get complicated," Catra said.

"Yeah. Best not involve the little grey men," Jack agreed.

"We will have to find a meeting location that is acceptable for both, then," Adora said.

"I suggest an airless rock floating in space," Jack said.

Despite his flippant tone, that was actually a good suggestion, in Adora's opinion.

*****​

Near Asteroid S-1842, Saqqara System, February 12th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"So, were you kidding about picking an asteroid as a meeting location, Jack?"

"Of course not, Daniel! Everyone agreed that it was a good suggestion, remember?"

"I do. That's why I wonder if you mentioned it as a joke."

"Hey!"

Samantha Carter suppressed both a sigh and a smile at hearing her friends banter - her boyfriend and her friend, actually, she reminded herself. And her superior and her teammate, of course, but she didn't need a reminder of that - the rumour mill made sure of that. At least four times, someone had asked when they had gotten together and insinuated that it had happened at Stargate Command. One had said so straight away, even, and Sam still wasn't certain if she should have reported the officer or not. She didn't want to appear guilty or petty, but she also didn't want this rumour - or slander, since they would have broken regulations if it had been true - to continue circulating.

But that was a problem for another day. Today, she had to focus on their upcoming meeting with Nirrti, provided the System Lord showed up in person and didn't send a body double. The Goa'uld envoy certainly had argued long for a meeting spot in a 'neutral system' and guarantees, even though it should have been obvious that if the Alliance wanted to ambush Nirrti, they could just send a fleet wherever they were meeting, since Adora wouldn't be travelling without an escort that could fight whatever fleet Nirrti might gather to attack them.

Catra certainly wouldn't let Adora take anything but a task force with her. Although, in this case, with Catra playing bait, Adora might insist on the fleet herself.

"The meeting location will make it harder for Nirrti to use her weapons," Teal'c commented. "Although we should not assume that she has no access to tools that will allow her to infect her victims even in the absence of an atmosphere."

"We aren't," Jack said. "That's why it's sealed suits only, and full decontamination procedures for everyone in the vicinity of the rock. And no one will leave their ships afterwards for a week or two."

Quarantine, in other words. Part of Sam thought this was a little excessive. Alliance technology had sensors that could track single molecules under certain conditions, and the vacuum of space qualified as such. But another part of her remembered Hanka, and what Sam had read in the reports the Tok'ra had provided. You couldn't be too cautious when dealing with this System Lord. Sam wasn't even certain if deliberately breaking the truce in effect for this meeting wouldn't be worth it if they could eliminate Nirrti in exchange. If Analysis didn't expect the Goa'uld to betray them anyway, she might even have supported the idea when it had been brought up.

Not that it would have gone past Adora either way, of course - she wouldn't break her word like this.

Behind her, she heard Loki snort. "I maintain that you vastly overestimate the threat Nirrti poses to the Alliance. She might be more creative and scientifically inclined than most of her peers, but the Goa'uld are not known for their research and development to begin with. They have stolen their technology from all sources they could access and adapted it rather than developing their own. There is no reason to fear a secret bioweapon that could do what neither my own research nor the Gate Builder's scientists managed."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean it's impossible," Jack pointed out.

"I didn't say it was impossible. In fact, I have a possible solution in mind to bridge the gap which vacuum presents!" Loki retorted - his ego must have been pricked by Jack's comment.

"And what would that solution be?" Daniel asked.

"Bioengineer an agent that has a higher-dimensional presence so it can be transported across vacuum through hyperspace to the target organism."

That was… Sam shook her head. "If we can use a transporter, we don't need a special agent as a payload; we can just use any biological agent we have access to."

And now Loki was pouting at her, and Jack was grinning widely. "So, we'll rely on you to spot any snake transporters near us, Colonel," he told her.

"Yes, sir." She nodded curtly. That was why she was on the ship. And part of the reason why she wouldn't be at the actual meeting. The other part was that she, like Jack, was too well-known amongst the Goa'uld. All of SG-1 would be staying on the task force's flagship.

It was logical and made sense. Sam still didn't like it. And she knew Jack didn't like it, even though he had defended the reason in her case.

She didn't like seeing her friends take such risks while staying safe. Relatively safe, of course - she was still on the ship that would drop off the delegation meeting Nirrti on the asteroid, of course. But she needed to be so close to operate the special scanners they had procured for this. If Nirrit tried anything, they needed to know it at once.

*****​

Asteroid S-1842, Saqqara System, February 12th, 2002 (Earth Time)

Catra looked around, ears twitching - as much as they could inside the helmet of her suit - as she stepped off the shuttle's ramp. The asteroid didn't have much of a gravity field, barely more than micro-gravity. Enough so you could walk without accidentally launching yourself off - as long as you were careful.

She had the urge to dig her claws into the rock beneath her boots to anchor herself, but resisted it. Entrapta had designed her suit with seals to allow her to slide her claws out, making it quite a bit more expensive than the regular suits for Alliance marines, but she wanted to keep that a secret from the Goa'uld they were about to meet. An ace in the hole, as Jack would say.

Seeing no threat, she activated her communicator. "Did Nirrti try to sneak in a stealth ship?"

"Negative. All ships of Nirrti's force currently in the system are accounted for. No readings on the hyperspace sensors, either."

Catra huffed - with her communicator off, of course. If the snake had tried to have a cloaked ship ambush them, it would have simplified the situation enormously. Catra had been involved in the contingency plans for that situation, after all.

"She might be honestly looking for a deal," Adora commented next to her. Unlike everyone else, she wasn't wearing a spacesuit; She-Ra's power was protecting her from the vacuum and radiation. And, at least according to the tests they had done, any form of airborne agents as well.

Catra snorted. "Even if she got what she wanted, she'd try to stab us in the back." She'd read the files from the Tok'ra quite thoroughly. Nirrti was a treacherous snake even compared to other Goa'uld. Not a bit of loyalty. The only way she'd stick to a deal was if she saw no way to break it without suffering for it. No, the question wasn't whether Nirrti would try to attack them but when. And how.

But, apparently, "now" and "with a stealth ship" weren't the answers. "Let's go meet them," she said.

"Yes." Adora started walking to the designated meeting spot. They hadn't set up any structures, not even folding chairs and tables. It was mostly for show - and pointless; if they wanted to hide bombs or such at the meeting spot, they wouldn't need furniture as a cover; they could bury them in the rock, and do so from afar without leaving any trace. That Nirrti had insisted on that kind of setup meant she had wanted to use that as a bargaining concession to get something else, in Catra's opinion. If she trusted her sensor technology to detect bombs buried in the rock, she would trust it to detect such traps in chairs and tables as well.

Then again, who knew what really went on in a snake's mind that was thousands of years old? Especially if she had used a sarcophagus a few times too often.

Catra had trust in the Alliance sensors, though, and that meant that the Tel'tak, which had brought Nirrti's delegation - Catra still wasn't sure if the Goa'uld had actually come in person - didn't carry any weapons or explosives. Of course, you could rig a ship to turn into a bomb. Overload the rector, set the course on autopilot if necessary; Entrapta, Sam and Bow could do it in their sleep. But that would take a bit of work and some time, and they were watching the enemy's ships, including the unarmed Tel'tak, like hawks. The latest improved beam cannons outranged Goa'uld naval weapons quite a bit, and Catra was positive that they could blow up the Tel'tak before it could blow up by itself.

But while she wasn't sure, she also leaned toward Nirrti knowing or suspecting that, so Catra didn't think Nirrti would attempt such a ploy; it wasn't playing to her strength, either. No, whatever shape the attack would take, it would be based on Nirrti's bioweapon research.

"Three people left the Te'ltak. One Goa'uld host and two Jaffa."

They had stipulated no more than four participants per side. Adora and Catra had no one else with them, so had Nirrti planned to show up with one less than allowed as a show of strength? Or had she left one guard on board her ship so she didn't look afraid but still had two guards or something?

That was for Analysis to puzzle out later. They had reached the meeting spot - Catra double-checked on her HUD - and were now waiting for the Goa'uld.

And here they came. They were wearing space suits that looked like traditional models used by the snakes for thousands of years. Her HUD confirmed, however, that they had been upgraded, sporting more advanced technology. No explosives, though both Jaffa carried staff weapons and zats, as allowed for this meeting, and the Goa'uld carried a shield and a torture device as well as a zat.

Nothing that looked like a delivery device for biological agents, though. So, how was she planning to attack them? Catra wondered while Adora nodded at the three.

"Greetings. I am She-Ra, Princess of Power. This is Catra, my consort."

The Goa'uld smiled. "I am Nirrti, Goddess of Death. I am here to get my due."

"Voice matches what records we have."

That didn't have to mean that this was the real Nirrti, of course. But she had the attitude for it, in Catra's opinion.

Though through the Goa'uld's faceplate, Catra could see the woman's eyes narrow as she looked at Adora standing there in all her glowing glory. "You are no Goa'uld." Had she realised that this was magic? The snakes couldn't use magic, not even when using a host who could, so that would be a definite tell.

Adora nodded. "I have never claimed to be a Goa'uld. I am a Gate Builder."

Nirrti - if it was Nirrti - scoffed. "All of them are long since gone. Only their works remain."

Adora looked at her. "Not all of us are gone. But many fell to Horde Prime, until I slew him."

"And took his armies for yourself."

"They chose to join me. I didn't take them."

For the first time since she had arrived, Nirrti turned to look at Catra, and once more, her eyes narrowed. "Your consort is no sekhmet."

Catra flashed her fangs in return. "You're more perceptive than Apophis was."

The Goa'uld looked angry for a moment before turning back to Adora. "Did he mistake you for Bastet?"

Adora shrugged. "I don't know what he thought. But he spoke about Sekhmet, not Bastet."

Catra felt the urge to add 'the Goa'uld, not the species'. Nirrti seemed to resent her inclusion already, and if she lost her temper, she might spring whatever trap she had prepared. On the other hand, they had barely begun to talk, and Nirrti might simply withdraw at this point, which meant the Alliance would miss out on potential intel. Catra really wanted to annoy her, though.

"I would have heard if Sekhmet had stopped pretending not to care about the fact that her namesakes follow Bastet and acquired some for herself."

Adora shrugged again. "As I said, I don't know what he was thinking. Our encounter was rather brief."

"He didn't last long once he couldn't hide any more," Catra added. "He did survive longer than Sokar, though."

Nirrti kept facing Adora, but, once again, her eyes darted to Catra for a moment. "So, you have defeated two System Lords when they were at their most vulnerable, fighting each other." She added a little sniff.

"Three. Ba'al's machinations angered me," Adora said.

Catra noticed Nirrti twitching slightly at that. Had she really not known, or was this just an act to make her appear less informed than she was and hide the extent of her spy network?

"And you've been fighting the forces of three more System Lords," Nirrti went on.

Catra snorted loudly. "Our forces are fending off spies and scavengers. I wouldn't call that fighting."

"I haven't ordered any retaliatory strikes," Adora added, and Catra heard the unsaid 'yet' as clearly as Nirrti would have. "You're here for the data from Apophis's experiments, right?"

Nirrti shrugged. It looked a bit forced to Catra, but that could just be her bias. "You shot down a ship of mine when it was engaged against Apophis's base."

"I took the planet. I protect my people," Adora retorted.

Once more, Nirrti's eyes narrowed. "Are you laying claim to all of Apophis's former domain?"

"Are you asking whether I will continue his research?" Adora shook her head. "No, I will not."

"Because you have already surpassed his work?" Nirrti smiled, showing her teeth, and made a point of looking at Catra. It seemed she really wasn't interested in Apophis's territory or people, except as research subjects.

"His work was surpassed long before I was born," Adora replied. "Are you still interested in his data?"

"Apophis could never rival my own work, but his data might be based on data stolen from me."

Was that true, or just a cover story? Catra couldn't quite tell. But if it were, then she would have to admit that Loki's insistence on not tampering with the raw research data had been a good thing. Nirrti would indeed have quickly spotted the alterations in such a case.

"And what do you offer in exchange?" Adora asked.

"Information about Cronus and Heru'ur. They will not let you take Apophis's and Sokar's realm without resistance."

"I'm aware of that, and preparations have been made to deal with their interference," Adora replied. "However, information directly taken from their courts might result in reduced casualties."

Catra refrained from wincing; Adora had trouble acting that callously, even though she was telling the truth. They had to hope Nirrti would take this as Adora trying to appear more powerful than she was.

"So, do we have a deal?" Nirrti sounded eager, but this seemed to be a bit too quick for Catra's taste. She hadn't even offered any details.

Then Nirrti held out her hand for Adora to shake, and Catra felt her fur bristle. "That's a trap," she hissed on the private channel.

Adora, the dummy, went and shook Nirrti's hand anyway. "Yes."

A moment later, Sam's voice rang out over the communicator: "Nirrti's gloves have altered their surface!"

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Chapter 223: Shockwaves Part 4 New
Chapter 223: Shockwaves Part 4

Near Asteroid S-1842, Saqqara System, February 12th, 2002 (Earth Time)


"Nirrti's gloves have altered their surface!"

Jack O'Neill cursed at hearing Sam's alert. "There's the trap!"

"The gloves are… the gloves' outer layer has liquified into a solution!"

"Adora!"

On the screen, Jack could see Catra rushing forward, towards the guards Nirrti had brought. They were fast, but she was faster; she reached the left one and grabbed his staff weapon before he could bring it to bear, then spun him around using it as a lever - directly into the line of fire of the second guard when that one shot at her.

The staff weapon blast hit the first guard in the back, blowing through his suit and chest. A red burst spewed from the hole as air and blood were vented into the vacuum, and Catra shot the second guard with her zat before he could fire again, then jumped back from the gory mess.

Nirrti hadn't reacted to the display - not that Jack could see it on the screen, at least. The snake sounded smug on the comm. "Now that my special agent has entered your blood, you are doomed unless I provide you with the remedy which will prevent it from liquifying your organs!"

Adora hadn't reacted either - she was still holding Nirrti's hand and wrist, Jack noted.

"Did the solution penetrate your force field, Adora?" Sam asked on the private comm channel.

"I think so," Adora replied.

"What?" Catra shrieked.

"Ah! Nirrti must have found a way to transport biological agents past force fields, probably both magical and technological, since it penetrated the protections of She-Ra! Secure a sample, please - this could be a breakthrough for several projects!" Loki sounded more excited than Jack had ever seen him.

"Loki!" Sam snapped. "Adora has been infected with a bioweapon!"

"Of course, I am aware of that - that's why I am asking you to secure a sample before you heal yourself, Adora."

"Ah…" Adora seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Heal yourself, damn it!" And Catra was angry. As expected - Jack was pretty sure that Loki would have been sporting bruises at the least, if Catra had been on the bridge with them.

"It's not that bad yet."

"Adora! We're talking about a bioweapon!"

"Yes, but Loki has a point - we should secure a sample so we can find a cure."


Bruises or cuts, Jack amended his estimate as the exchange on the private channel continued.

"Didn't you hear me? I hold your life in my hands! You need my remedy, or you will die as my agent liquifies your organs!" Nirrti stated on the open channel. She must hate being ignored.

"It obviously started already with your brain."

"Catra!"

"We can't take a sample out here, and we're not taking you inside the shuttle while that stuff is still dangerous! Heal yourself!"

"We need that sample to test if I actually healed it,"
Adora retorted.

"Correct!" Loki cut in. "We cannot be certain that you are no longer infected or infectious without a sample."

"I doubt that," Sam said. "The scanner is picking up the agent in the remains of the layer Nirrti's glove shed."

"A sample would still speed up our testing," Loki replied.

Jack squinted. Was the snake trying to pull herself out of Adora's grip? She was! He chuckled, once, at the sight. Whatever Nirrti had done to enhance her host, past the normal boost from Goa'uld, wasn't even enough to make Adora strain herself.

"We can get a sample from Nirrti," Catra said.

"As long as you can target your healing to exclude the agents on the ground."

"Are you listening to me? You are going to die unless you bow to me!" Nirrti was starting to sound slightly hysterical, in Jack's opinion.

"Can you send a spy bot to pick up a sample?" Catra asked.

"We can send a bot from your shuttle," Sam replied. She turned to look at Jack. "But that might trigger a response from Nirrti and her forces."

"Right. Permission to crush them?" Jack asked.

"Granted," Adora replied.

"What are you doing? Do you wish to die?"

Jack ignored Nirrti's increasingly screeching complaints and turned to the Clone captain on the bridge. "Take out the enemy ships."

"Yes, General!"

"The longer you wait, the worse will be the lingering effects! Only I can give you the remedy - and I do not have it on me!"

A moment later, the comm net on Jack's secondary screen lit up with orders, and the task force split up as half the squadrons raced to smash into the enemy formation and the rest fanned out to envelop Nirrti's fleet.

The Goa'uld ships were just beginning to react when the Jamming started, and their formation grew more ragged as their coordination fell apart and the frigates tore into them.

"Looks like Nirrti didn't care too much about her naval forces," Jack commented when sensors confirmed that the Goa'uld ships were using standard weapons, not on par with Apophis and Ba'al's latest designs, much less Horde or Alliance technology.

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Bot deployed," Sam reported.

"Can we knock her out?" Catra asked. "And hurry with that bot!"

"She might be infectious," Loki replied. "Just block her communicator; I did that."

"Good idea."

"What are you doing? Do you think a sample will allow you to develop a remedy in time to save yourself? Are you a fool? It takes months to counter one of my creations!"


"Sample taken."

"Unhand me!"

"Nirrti secured. Now heal yourself, Adora, you idiot!"


Just as the last enemy ship blew up trying to escape the task force - and running into the reinforcements dropping from hyperspace to block that line of retreat - Jack saw Adora conjure and raise her sword. Then the camera was briefly overloaded as she used her magic.

*****​

Asteroid S-1842, Saqqara System, February 12th, 2002 (Earth Time)

Adora shuddered slightly as her power filled her, and she could no longer feel the aches from whatever Nirrti's bioweapon had been trying to do to her body. Liquifying her organs, the Goa'uld had claimed. But it was no match for She-Ra's magic.

She took a deep breath and lowered her sword - two assault shuttles were flying overhead, headed to the Tal'tak Nirrti had used - and looked at her captive.

The Goa'uld had stopped trying to pull out of Adora's grip and was staring at her. "Who… what are you?"

"I told you," Adora replied. "I am She-Ra, Princess of Power. I am what you call a Gate Builder. A First One."

Nirrti was frantically shaking her head. "No! No one can withstand my virus! It is perfect! Nothing can stop it!"

"You're an even bigger idiot than Adora," Catra grumbled behind the Goa'uld. "Nothing and no one is perfect!" Adora winced when she caught the glare her lover aimed at her. "Something you forgot!"

"I healed myself," Adora replied. True, she hadn't expected that Nirrti could get through her protection like that, but she had managed to counter it anyway!

"That's not possible!" Nirrti screeched. "Only I have the remedy!"

Oops. We should take this to the private channel, Adora thought, then did so. "I am fine now."

Catra narrowed her eyes. "You think you healed yourself." She cocked her head to the side. "What do the scans say?"

"We don't detect any foreign agent in Adora's body any more."

"See?" Adora smiled as widely and confidently as she managed. Which wasn't much.

Catra's glare didn't fade. "That doesn't mean it's really gone."

"You cannot heal from this! Even my remedy can only delay death!" Nirrti kept yelling. "You are doomed without my help!"

"Was that your plan?" Catra addressed the Goa'uld. "Infect Adora and then make her serve you in exchange for some ineffective cure?"

"Yes! And if you don't want to die, you'll obey me!"

"You don't know Adora at all." Catra sighed. "The idiot would rather die than bow to you, or anyone like you."

"She will die then!" Nirrti hissed.

"If she dies, then it's because I am killing her for being an idiot," Catra retorted.

Adora winced again. "Let's get to the shuttle."

"Let me go! You will die unless you…"

Nirrti's tirade was cut off by Catra stunning her with her zat'nik'tel. "Should have done that right away," she muttered. "Before she touched you."

"That would have been breaking the truce," Adora said.

"She was going to break it anyway, just as I said." Catra scoffed and ordered the bot to take another sample, directly from the Goa'uld's suit this time.

She was right, but they couldn't have been sure that Nirrti would attack them. Adora shook her head and slung Nirrti over her shoulder. "Let's go."

The shuttle wasn't too far away. They covered the distance in a few leaps in the low gravity, the bot with the samples following them easily.

"The Tel'tak's engines have been disabled," the officer in charge of the attack on the Tel'tak reported. "Perimeter secured."

The Alliance soldiers wouldn't enter the ship until it was deemed safe. And Adora and Catra wouldn't leave their own shuttle until they were sure they were safe - you didn't take any risks with Nirrti's bioweapons in play.

That didn't make the next few hours any more comfortable, though, as they were scanned dozens of times by increasingly complicated-looking devices dropped off by shuttles - Sam apparently had to threaten Loki to keep him from personally coming into the shuttle - while the remaining survivors of Nirrti's force were taken into secure (and quarantined) custody as well. After Nirrti's attempt on Adora's life, they weren't taking any chances with her followers.

Still, even with being able to use the shuttle's comms to give orders to the task force, Adora felt restricted as long as she was under quarantine herself. And Catra still giving her the evil eye, even though every scan came up clean, wasn't helping. Nor was the fact that they did find some nasty surprises implanted into the bodies of several Jaffa; Nirrti apparently used the 'obey me or die from my bioweapon' plan on her own people, which should have been obvious in hindsight, according to everything they knew about her.

Interrogating Nirrti wouldn't be fun. If their prisoner even was Nirrti and not a body double - they had taken samples and scans, but the quarantine conditions slowed down analysing them.

*****​

Saqqara System, February 12th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"...and the last analysis also has not found even the slightest trace of the biological agent that Nirrti used inside Adora's body. Even taking into account the virus's ability to penetrate energy and magic fields, the conclusion is that Adora is not infectious."

"Thank you, Loki." Samantha Carter nodded at his statement while she double-checked the readings. Not that she thought that Loki would lie about such an important question, but the Asgard scientist tended to be too optimistic about his own skills and judgment than his results, impressive as they were, justified.

Of course, the fact that, disproving all but the most negative projections, Nirrti had managed to infect Adora while she was She-Ra, influenced Sam's judgement; it had driven the point home that they couldn't afford to underestimate their enemies. That Loki was not concealing how smug he was that Nirrti had managed to develop a virus with capabilities he had speculated about just before the meeting didn't help, of course.

Still, all the scanning and tests came up the same: Adora had healed herself and purged the virus from her body. And while the virus could pass through force fields and magic shields, and through most materials, it couldn't penetrate the containers and probes they had used to take the samples.

Sam was still building specific containers reinforced with the alloy Nirrti had lined her glove with to avoid infecting herself. And shooting the bot and all the gear used for the sampling and analysis into the local sun.

Loki was looking at her expectantly, and she refrained from frowning; the Asgardian was already too smug. "I concur," she said after a third check. "We can lift the quarantine."

Fortunately, Catra had not used her claws on Nirrti, or touched the gloves - the sealant on her gloves and boots wouldn't have kept her safe, and while they still had to test the Alliance vacuum-rated combat uniforms against the virus, Sam suspected that they wouldn't offer sufficient protection. They would need better uniforms for any deployments against Nirrti's forces. Or in areas where Nirrti's forces might operate.

And speaking of that… "What's the status of the analysis of the samples taken from Nirrti?" she asked.

Loki frowned a little. "The pattern of her genetic micro-drift matches Sarcophagus use consistent with Nirrti's estimated age. However, her demonstrated skill at bioengineering should allow her to artificially induce that pattern into a double's genes."

"Or put the body double repeatedly into a sarcophagus to facilitate such a deception," Sam said.

"Yes." Loki nodded. "Although that would still require additional manipulations to hide that the intervals between the uses would be far too short to be genuine. Not impossible, of course, but not as easy as it may sound to a layman."

Sam knew Loki considered pretty much everyone except himself, Alpha, and possibly Morrison a layperson when it came to genetic engineering. She still snorted softly; for Loki, that was a pretty tame insult. "Good. Melog confirmed that the prisoner thinks she is Nirrti, but as we know from Ba'al, that's not conclusive evidence for her being Nirrti."

"The fact that she didn't carry any suicide implants would support that as well," Loki said. "It seems implausible that she would allow a body double that genuinely considered itself Nirrti to exist without such a precaution."

Sam nodded in agreement; Nirrti didn't seem to be the type to risk such infighting. Of course, the Goa'uld had acted rather recklessly when she had tried to take Adora hostage during their meeting, but if an enemy captured her body double, the ruse would be exposed as soon as the real Nirrti continued to command her forces, so why risk the double turning against her?

That Nirrti, like many Goa'uld who had repeatedly used a Sarcophagus to extend their lifespan, likely had a tendency to overestimate themselves and underestimate everyone else supported that conclusion. For a megalomaniac, a convincing body double likely was seen as the greatest threat because it would be so close to the real Goa'uld.

It was a solid deduction. Good enough, at least, to present to the Command Council. She nodded again.

"It seems the operation was a complete success then," Loki said.

"Yes." It said a lot about the Goa'uld that a System Lord attempting to betray them the very moment they had come to an agreement during a meeting under truce was considered a success. Some would argue that making a lasting deal with a System Lord would have been more of a success, of course. Sam wasn't amongst them. Someone like Nirrti could not be allowed to continue to rule anything. Not even if they really stuck to their own worlds and didn't attempt to raid or conquer more worlds. They had genocided entire worlds, after all. That could not be forgiven or forgotten.

Of course, after Nirrti had just demonstrated that she couldn't be trusted to hold to a truce, anyone suggesting negotiations with the Goa'uld would have a much harder time in the Alliance. Sam really couldn't understand those people. No peace with the Goa'uld could last. Not as long as the megalomaniac System Lords were in charge.

*****​

Saqqara System, February 13th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"You know, those Jaffa have cost us more ships by getting captured than by fighting us," Catra commented as she studied the latest reports in Adora's reclaimed admiral's room on the flagship of the task force.

"Because we are using an entire squadron of frigates as quarantine ships?" Adora asked.

"Yes."

"We can't risk taking any of those prisoners to a holding facility on a world," Adora went on.

"I know." Nirrti hadn't really cared about collateral damage when she had picked the viruses she used to ensure her commanders' loyalties. The System Lord raiding rival realms for more slaves made a disturbing amount of sense, now - she probably had wiped out more worlds than any other System Lord just to kill a potential traitor. Or by accident.

"Not until I've healed them all."

Catra rolled her eyes and scoffed. Her love wasn't being very subtle. "You can heal them once we have things set up to hold them, and medical facilities to test for bioweapons."

"We have medical facilities."

Medical facilities that were currently upgraded because no one was taking any risks after Nirrti had managed to inject a virus into She-Ra. Even Loki had just been speculating.

"We'll need dedicated prison transports," Catra said, "if we want to strike at Nirrti's territory." Converting freighters would take time, and put more pressure on their already straining logistics - every freighter they converted not only took resources, and quite valuable ones for all the medical and security systems needed, but was also a freighter no longer available for transporting supplies.

Adora grumbled but didn't have an answer to that.

A ping announced a priority message on her tablet. Catra checked it - it was a report from Sam; she had cracked the encryption on some of the data banks they had recovered from Nirrti's destroyed ships.

"We found her capital!" Adora said. She looked more grim than happy.

Catra understood that. Going off unprepared to take over Nirrti's territory while they were still trying to secure Apophis's and Sokar's realms and consolidate their hold on Ba'al's realm would be madness from a purely military point of view. They didn't have the troops and ships for it, especially not the medical and bioweapon specialists needed. But they had to take into account that Nirrti might have left more infected subordinates back home who depended on regular remedies to stay alive. And who might infect entire worlds if they didn't receive the remedies in time.

At least, they didn't have to worry overly much about other System Lords taking control of Nirrti's realm; who would want to risk taking over a world where she had planted plague carriers? Of course, if the world were valuable, a System Lord might just kill off everyone themselves… So, the Alliance had to move in or risk multiple genocides.

Catra sighed. "Logistics is going to kill us."

"We can shuffle some things around," Adora replied. "But it'll be tight."

Too tight - Catra had run the numbers. "We cannot support such an operation. Not without exposing half the worlds we've just liberated."

"We cannot let those people die."

Catra pressed her lips together. "Then we have only one option: We need to know where Nirrti hid her contingencies." Her genocidal plagues. And only Nirrti knew that.

"We're not going to torture her," Adora said, frowning.

Catra knew people had already mentioned 'enhanced interrogation techniques' to make Nirrti talk. Torture, in any other word. Adora had shot that down, of course. Not that it would work, anyway - nor would it be feasible if it worked until Nirrti was extracted from her host. And that would take time as well; despite all the scans and tests the Alliance had done so far, the Tok'ra wanted to run their own tests before taking Nirrti in for extraction.

Sometimes, Catra wished she had given in to her first urge and just disintegrated the bitch with her zat. Of course, that would have left an unknown number of worlds in danger of being wiped clean of people. Doomed countless people.

"We need to speed up her extraction," she said. "Her host might know what we need." Provided they were stable enough to talk about it. Apophis's host was still too traumatised to provide any intel. And Nirrti's host would probably be worse off.

"We need to talk to Nirrti," Adora said. "If we can convince her to talk, we can launch raiding missions to secure the infected people."

"If," Catra muttered. She didn't think Nirrti would talk - none of the captured System Lords talked easily. Too proud, too paranoid, too delusional. It took time to convince them that they wouldn't be killed out of hand as soon as they had given up all they knew. More time to confirm whatever they said. 'Build a rapport', the interrogators called it. They hadn't had much success so far with the other System Lords. At least there had been some progress.

"We have to try it," Adora said. "We have no other choice."

Catra nodded. Her love was right. She usually was. Unless it involved herself, of course - the idiot was still far too willing to sacrifice herself whenever she had the opportunity.

*****​

"I still think we should just keep her stunned until the Tok'ra pull her out of the host," Jack O'Neill said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Daniel frowned at him, as Jack had expected. Behind him, Sha're nodded - which Jack had also expected. Teal'c didn't show any reaction, and wasn't that a surprise!

Catra snorted, which could be taken several ways, but Adora grimaced a little. "We do need more information about the bioweapons she left as 'insurance' against betrayal so we can surgically take them out." She blinked. "I didn't mean that literally, well, also literally, but so we can remove those threats without having to invade entire worlds."

"And trigger the bioweapons we want to stop in the process," Catra added.

Jack looked at Sam. She hadn't said anything yet, but met his eyes. "The probability of one or more such hidden bioweapons being triggered during an invasion is very high," she said. "They were not only deployed to prevent subordinates from betraying Nirrti but also to ensure that an attacker would be left with a devastated planet should they win it."

"And what's the probability that Nirrti will tell us lies so we'll miss the real bioweapon carriers - or trigger them?" Jack asked.

"Ask Melog?" Catra smirked, and Melog managed somehow to look more smug than the alien cat usually did.

Jack frowned in return. "And can you guarantee that she won't manage to hide critical information?"

Catra shrugged. "No, we can't. But if we don't try, we won't get any critical information, so we can't really make things worse. Melog is sure that they'll detect a deliberate trap."

That Jack agreed - he didn't think the snakes would be able to hide their glee at trapping and hurting others from Melog. Hell, they tended to shout out their boasts and taunts even when they would be much better off if they kept quiet. Still… "We'll also hand her critical intel. Namely Earth's involvement."

"She'll find out about that as soon as she is transferred to Thule, anyway," Catra said. With a toothy grin, she added: "And you want to talk to her in person anyway, right?" Jack glared at Melog, and Catra snorted again. "We don't have to read your mind; we know you."

"Yes, Jack. Everyone knows you like confronting the Goa'uld if we have the upper hand."

"Indeed."

Jack glared at his two friends, narrowed his eyes at Sha're, who merely smiled, ignored Adora and Catra, and looked at Sam.

Who, he noted, kept her face perfectly neutral. "If you feel such an urge, it would be a perfectly natural reaction to the situation."

Alright, he did enjoy rubbing the snakes' faces in the fact that they had lost. Who wouldn't? Goa'uld System Lords were the scum of the galaxy. And Nirrti was one of the worst. One of the worst they had encountered so far, he corrected himself, and yet, she had beaten stiff competition.

He sighed. "Alright, if you insist. But if this goes wrong, I'll remind you I told you so."

"Then let's wake up Nirrti." Adora nodded, and Jack ignored the grins on everyone else's faces.

After suiting up and going through two airlocks lined with scanners, they stepped in front of the armoured glass door that sealed Nirrti's cell. The host was strapped to a bed inside, but two bots were untying her.

"Counteragent to the sedative has been administered," one reported while Jack checked that his polarised visor was still hiding his face.

They didn't have to wait very long; between the counteragent and the Goa'uld's effects on their hosts, Nirrti woke up within a minute. At least, according to the sensors covering her cell - she played dead for a bit longer. After half a minute, Jack loudly scoffed. "We know you're awake, Nirrti. No need to keep pretending."

The Goa'uld kept her eyes closed for a few more seconds, then opened them and sat up, looking at the group - no, at Adora. "So. Have you come to gloat? No. You wouldn't be so… polite. You wouldn't have to be." Her lips twisted into a grin. "You need something from me. That's why you woke me up."

"We want to know which of your subordinates are carrying implanted bioweapons. And the list of the bioweapons hidden on your worlds that will be released in case you lose control of the world - or get captured," Adora said.

Nirrti laughed in return.

"I don't think that's going to be an easy interrogation," Jack mumbled through the communicator.

*****​

Adora didn't frown at Jack for his smart-ass remark even though she wanted to. But she had to focus on Nirrti. "You are our prisoner," she went on. "If you cooperate, you will receive amenities that will make the stay in your cell much more comfortable."

"And if I don't, you will torture me, right?" Nirrti laughed again. "What fool do you take me for?"

Adora suppressed a sigh. "I am not a Goa'uld. I keep my word. If you cooperate, you will be rewarded for it. But even if you do not, we will not torture you."

"You need more convincing lies."

Adora wanted to sigh again. She wasn't a good liar, everyone knew that. Just as Adora knew that honesty was the best policy. But she was telling the truth. Nirrti just wouldn't believe her. "It is no lie," she said. "If you cooperate and help us save the people in your realm, you will be rewarded."

"If you don't, and the bioweapons are triggered, we might hand you over to the survivors to judge you," Catra added, flashing her fangs.

Adora pressed her lips together. They would only hand over a prisoner to someone else if they would be treated humanely and not killed. But technically, Catra was correct.

Nirrti chuckled. "You think there will be survivors? My weapons are far too advanced for that!"

"There are always survivors," Jack spoke up.

Nirrti turned to look at him with a sneer. "And what would you know about my work? I have no peers in my field!"

Well, they wouldn't find a better opening. Jack must have agreed with Adora's thoughts since he tapped his helmet, and his faceplate depolarised. "We already foiled one of your ploys, and that was before we met our allies."

Nirrti gasped. "O'Neill!" Her head jerked back to Adora. "You… You have recruited the Tau'ri?"

"We're allies," Adora said, nodding slowly. "We share information and technology."

Nirrti sneered again, though she looked enraged and no longer as arrogant. "You're a fool! They cannot be trusted! Given the chance, they will destroy you!"

"Why would we do that? They're our friends," Jack said.

"Besides," Catra cut in with a grin, "Jack's also a Gate Builder."

Nirrti's head turned back towards Jack. "A Gate Builder? Of course, that explains how you managed to destroy Ra! And his would-be successors! It all makes sense now! You were using the Tau'ri to hide your involvement!"

Adora wanted to wince; Jack wouldn't like that. Catra, of course, was laughing at Nirrti. "And your work isn't as good as you claim. Barely adequate compared to the work that created me!" She patted her chest with such a wide smile, Adora couldn't tell if she was genuine or not. Unlike others, Catra had never shown any issues with the revelation that the First Ones had created the ancestors of so many people on Etheria.

Nirrti scowled at her. "Who are you?"

"I'm Catra, Adora's consort, duh," Catra replied. "Adora told you so, didn't she?"

"I didn't lie to you," Adora added.

Catra nodded and went on: "You think your research is advanced? You've never seen what Adora's people did way back. Or what we're doing now. Hell, you tried to raid Apophis's research."

Nirrti's glare intensified. Yes, she really didn't like being taunted like that. "I just wished to check what he was doing. I knew already that he could never eclipse me."

"That's why you wanted his research, sure." Catra shook her head and glanced at Jack.

And Jack grinned in return. "Sounds very believable. You knew his research was so far behind yours, you not only sent a ship to raid his lab, you came to meet us to trade for the data. Yeah, you're so far ahead of him, you don't need his data at all."

"I was just covering all my bases!" Nirrti spat. "I am the most accomplished researcher in the Galaxy!"

"Even amongst those we know of, you're not even in the top five," Catra replied.

That wasn't true, of course - both Alpha and Loki were better geneticists, but Adora didn't think Earth or Etheria had anyone who would compare.

But the comment certainly riled up Nirrti. "You lie! No one is better than me! I am the only one who dares to do anything necessary for my research!"

"You haven't met some of our other allies," Catra commented.

Time to make the offer. Adora nodded. "But if you cooperate, you could meet them. You might even be allowed to do research in a genuine research station of my people - the same that created Catra's ancestors."

Nirrti seemed shocked, but then sneered again. "How gullible do you think I am?"

"You'd be under heavy supervision, of course, and confined to your quarters and prevented from violating our ethics," Adora added. "But yes, if you cooperate, you could do research in our lab."

"I'm not falling for such lies!"

"Earth has a pretty solid tradition of recruiting scientists from captured enemies," Catra said. "That's how they started their space program."

That wasn't entirely true - but not entirely wrong, either, according to what Adora knew about it. But what mattered was whether Nirrti would believe it. If she was arrogant enough…

"Operation Paperclip," Jack added. "I wasn't personally involved, but I know the results."

A slowly growing smile appeared on Nirrti's face. "So, that's why you have kept me. You want, you need me for your own research! That's why you are so generous!"

Adora slightly tilted her head to the side. All they needed from Nirrti was the information about her bioweapon traps. But as long as she cooperated, what she thought they needed wouldn't matter. "So, what is your answer?"

Nirrti laughed. "Show me that research station and I will decide whether it's worth it!"

*****​

Research Station Alpha, The First Moon of Enchantment, February 13th, 2002 (Earth Time)

Samantha Carter had thought supervising - 'babysitting', a voice that sounded like Jack corrected her in her head - Loki and Alpha was a strenuous task, even worse than trying to handle the latest request from Naval procurement. But she had been wrong. "You're letting Nirrti work here?" she asked, her self-control enabling her not to yell.

"We've proposed to let her do research here - under controlled circumstances - if she cooperates and tells us how to disable all the bioweapons she left behind in her realm." Adora's voice was steady, but her smile looked a bit guilty. "Too many lives are at stake."

"It's sorta like Operation Paperclip," Catra added. She didn't look or sound guilty at all. "As long as you keep her under close supervision, it should be OK."

Sam glanced at Angella, who was officially in charge of supervising the research station. She knew from experience how much of a challenge it was to keep Loki and Alpha from crossing ethical and legal lines. Or to keep them from committing another mistake like the one that had led to Horde Prime's creation.

But Angella nodded instead of protesting. "Yes. You will need to give Alpha strict orders, though, Adora, to run all proposals from Nirrti through me first before allocating resources."

"Of course, Angella."

Sam pressed her lips together for a moment before speaking up. "Allowing someone like Nirrti access to any tools, even indirectly, is dangerous. She has managed to create a bioweapon that could penetrate She-Ra's force field, so we cannot expect our containment protocols to be effective."

"Then we need to develop better procedures," Adora said. "But between everyone here, we should be able to prevent Nirrti from escaping or spreading a bioweapon - not that she will be allowed to produce such a weapon in the first place."

Granted, according to the proposal Sam had read, Alpha would observe and analyse every step Nirrti desired and not proceed if there was any chance of it turning out a dangerous result, but… Nirrti was a brilliant scientist. Sam wasn't certain if even that could guarantee that the Goa'uld couldn't manufacture something to break out of her cell. In her place, Sam would certainly try to hide such research among harmless research projects, construct something out of multiple components, all of them individually harmless, some seemingly just waste products, but combined…

Of course, assuming that no one would spot her plan was more than a little arrogant. And yet, Sam would rather err on the side of caution when it came to bioweapons. Still, with so many lives at stake…

"If it helps, I expect her to break whatever agreement we manage to make within a month," Catra said, flashing her fangs.

"Catra!" Adora glared at her.

Angella nodded. "Based on what I read about her, I concur. She does not sound like someone who will admit defeat, and will likely be undone by her own belief in her superiority over everyone else."

So, they were setting up Nirrti - handing her enough rope to hang herself. "She tried to betray Adora once before. Do you think she will make another attempt despite her earlier failure?" Sam asked.

Catra nodded. "Yeah. She isn't the type to accept that someone bested her. If Adora were here while she worked, I'd give her two weeks until she tried something, as long as we make her think we didn't catch her when she tests us with some minor thing she thinks she has a good excuse for."

That seemed plausible for the Goa'uld mentality, Sam had to admit. And keeping Nirrti under control for a month or two would be a much different prospect than doing so for years.

"We're not going to entrap here!" Adora said.

"No. But we'll let her try something," Catra retorted.

Adora frowned, but everyone else agreed.

Now they had to inform Loki and Alpha, since they would be tasked with supervising Nirrti's research. And each other, of course.

*****​

"...and that concludes the tour."

Sam watched Nirrti's face when Alpha finished its running commentary. The Goa'uld had tried to keep her expression impassive, but she had slipped on a few occasions - mostly when watching the equipment in the primary research lab and when she met Loki for the first time. The former System Lord was impressed, Sam was certain of that.

"So, what do you think? Is working in this laboratory worth your cooperation?" Adora asked.

"Instead of being locked up in a cell with only selected Earth media as entertainment?" Catra added.

"You expect me to conduct research without a host!" Nirrti retorted.

Ah. That was the critical issue, of course - without a sapient host, Nirrti's own mental faculties would be impacted. As the Tok'ra had said, some would consider it a fate worse than death. Nirrti's complaints when she had been informed that she would have to be extracted from her current host had been very vocal. Yet, she had still agreed to visit the research station.

Sam cleared her throat. "An obvious research subject would be designing a host that was not sapient yet provided the same benefits." She ignored how Loki scoffed at that - he had tried his hand at that task but had not found a way to solve it.

"With my own mind crippled," Nirrti spat.

Sam didn't try to manipulate the Goa'uld by asking if she wasn't brilliant enough to do without a host; that would have been too transparent.

Loki's dismissive scoff, of course, conveyed the same meaning, though the feeling seemed quite genuine.

And Nirrti glared at him before turning to Adora again. "I want to see the tools I could use here without a host."

Adora nodded. "Alpha?"

"At your command."

While Nirrti studied the holoprojections of tools that Alpha had made appear near them, Sam closely watched her again. Seeing the way the Goa'uld's gaze lingered on the various waldos and computers, Sam was leaning towards Nirrti accepting the deal.

She could only hope this wouldn't backfire on the Alliance.

*****​
 
Chapter 224: Shockwaves Part 5 New
Chapter 224: Shockwaves Part 5

Gate Area, PZ-9421, Former Realm of Nirrti, February 14th, 2002 (Earth Time)


"Looks clear," Catra said into her comm as she stepped down the gate's ramp. The gate wasn't too exposed, but the clearing they were in was not that large, either, to miss anyone hiding at the treeline. And the sensors that covered even more showed no threat, either.

Still, she didn't like rushing missions. Sure, she was pretty good at improvising her way out of a mess, and she knew that no plan survived contact with the enemy, but she still preferred to plan any dangerous mission as carefully as possible, and that required time.

Time they didn't have. Nirrti had left too many bioweapons on delayed triggers for that. Too many worlds had to be covered in too little time for a cautious approach. So, rushing things it was.

She reached the bottom, where the spy bot they had sent through first was resting - it was in stealth mode, but Catra's HUD showed its location. "Looks like Nirrti's intel about the gate not being watched checks out."

"Let's hope the rest of her intel checks out as well," she heard Adora over the communicator.

Catra resisted asking Adora if she had second thoughts about the whole mission or if she suddenly doubted Nirrti's information; her love was already feeling bad about staying back on PQ-3351 instead of going on a mission herself. But that couldn't be helped; if Adora suddenly had to travel to a world where a mission went wrong, and a bioweapon got out, it would be very bad if she were in the middle of a mission herself, far from a Stargate.

"Coming through."

And there came Glimmer and Bow, followed by a squad of bots that would guard the Stargate in their absence. Catra nodded at her friends. She pointed in two opposite directions. "Let's go. The world's main settlement is that way, but the hideout should be this way." If Nirrti had told them the truth. "It's going to be a bit of a walk," she added with a glance at Glimmer.

Her friend didn't react to the bait. "Then let's go already. The clock's ticking," Glimmer replied. Well, it wasn't as if she teleported everywhere, even if Catra liked to claim so from time to time.

"Scout ahead," Catra told the spy bot, which promptly started hovering and then flew off.

Catra's HUD tracked its progress, mapping out a route using the bot's sensor data. It was clear and used the terrain well to obscure their approach from their target and other observers.

It was also far too obvious for Catra's taste. She'd have covered and trapped that approach straight away, if she were in charge of Nirrti's hideout here - and she wasn't quite as paranoid as the Goa'uld was. "No, that won't do," she muttered as she altered the route.

"That route's almost twice as long," Glimmer complained.

"It's safer, though," Bow said. "We're going through denser woods and can use that ridge at the end to observe the target area."

"Exactly." Catra grinned. She had expected Bow to agree with her decision - he had plenty of experience fighting in the Whispering Woods. "Let's go."

As they started moving, she adjusted the spy bot's course so it would cover the new route - it could go and check the original one for traps once it was done with this one.


*****

"Nirrti made every effort to hide her bunker," Glimmer commented later, when they were observing the hidden entrance from the ridge near it. "But our sensors see through the camouflage."

Catra mumbled some agreement while she used her own binoculars to study the entrance. It was a bit odd to use the tool as a sort of hand-held sensor, with the readings displayed on her HUD, but there was no way she was going to open her helmet here unless she absolutely had to. This was a fallback bunker Nirrti had constructed in case she had to flee, and just the number of different bioweapons stored inside that she had told the Alliance about had caused some freakouts amongst the NBC specialists. If some of those agents were leaked, the planet would likely not only be depopulated but also lose all mammal lifeforms.

Catra really hoped Nirrti would try to break their deal soon so they could deal more permanently with her. At least, they hadn't needed to take her to the Tok'ra for extraction; she had left her host voluntarily. More or less.

"Alright. I marked two sentry gun emplacements and the sensor array covering the side entrance," Catra said. "Can you handle them, Bow?" They had the codes as well, but Catra would only try them if Adora were with them, ready to shield everyone against those guns. Trust but verify and such.

"Let me study the data… Yes. Standard Goa'uld stuff," Bow replied.

So, nothing challenging. That would come later, once they were inside.

"Let's go then."

They made their way down the valley, through lighter woods, until they were close enough to send the spy bot ahead to link up with the sensors.

Bow took five minutes to hack the security system, but then they could stroll inside the bunker without anyone inside noticing.

Catra grinned as the side entrance slid open in front of her. Now the fun part started!

She took point - after checking that the feed to the bioweapon sensor on her suit was still where it should be on her HUD - and quickly entered the airlock, followed by the spy bot, Bow and Glimmer. The airlock closed behind them, then cycled - she could hear the air being drawn out and replaced - before the door to the bunker's interior opened.

"Release the micro-spy bots," she ordered through the communicator, and the spy bot obeyed, the tiny bots appearing as they left the storage area, then fading from view and dispersing as their own stealth generators activated and they started to spread through the area ahead, mapping it as they went. The areas already laid out by their sensor scan beforehand lit up with additional information.

"Now, where could Tariq be?" she wondered. The Jaffa in charge of the bunker and the small garrison - two squads, barely enough to cover the shifts around the clock - would usually be in the security centre, but that was empty according to the scanner. Four guards were asleep in their quarters, all in one room. The bunker had far more free space available, but most was reserved for Nirrti and whoever she might drag with her should she have to flee.

Two more were at the main entrance, one in… the kitchen? And one was roaming the hallways.

"Let's intercept the roamer first, and let the bots handle the entrance and kitchen," she said, then moved ahead, keeping an eye on her target through the HUD.

"Alright," Bow replied.

Glimmer grumbled something about bringing up the rear, but Catra ignored it. She was the better fighter, especially on worlds without magic, and Bow was the best shot, so Glimmer would be the rear guard, simple as that.

She approached the last corner ahead and drew her zat, checking on the HUD when the Jaffa turned into the hallway. Now!

She slid around the corner, leading with her gun, and fired at once. Tariq was good - his mouth was open, about to yell and alert the others, but she hit him just in time, and he collapsed, stunned.

Catra rushed forward, stopping in a crouch next to the Jaffa, and covered the hallway leading to the quarters, where the off-shift was sleeping.

Bow quickly joined her, but he was focused on the Jaffa, using his tablet and the latest sensor wand to scan him. After a few seconds, he said: "Bioweapon confirmed. It's where Nirrti said it would be - attached to the lungs."

So it would infect the lungs and then spread by breath as it killed the guy. Catra nodded.

"Administering the antidote," Bow went on, and Catra heard the small hiss of an injector a moment later.

That would only keep the agent dormant, of course, until the Jaffa needed the next dose, but by that time, Adora would have healed him anyway.

That was the bioweapon keeping Tariq loyal. Now they had to defuse the one ready to wipe all mammal life from the planet in case someone conquered it.

And that one was located near the main entrance of the bunker, ready to be released into the atmosphere. Two guards were there. And the Jaffa in the kitchen was busy whipping up a meal. Three targets, plus the four in the guard quarters.

"Let's all hit the entrance. Focus on the objective," Catra said. Splitting up would render them more vulnerable to being defeated in detail, and if something went wrong, they wouldn't be able to quickly help each other.

"Alright."

They left the spy bot guarding the stunned Jaffa and made their way to the main entrance. Catra kept an eye on the other guards - so far, they were all stationary, and the micro-spy bots were now covering all of them. If only the bots had enough space available to carry some gas charge… Although Nirrti's Jaffa were specifically trained to deal with such attacks.

They were almost at the main entrance when Catra saw both Jaffa turn to face the hallway; they must have heard them - heard Glimmer, probably. She cursed under her breath and rushed forward, resisting the urge to drop on all fours and use her claws to get better purchase on the floor. She'd rather not expose any body part in one of Nirrti's bunkers.

The Jaffa were good - they were ready to shoot her when she rounded the last corner. But they were aiming at the centre of the hallway, not the wall from which Catra was bouncing off to come at them from above and to the side.

She shot the first guard with her zat before he could swing his staff weapon around, landed on the collapsing body and pushed off to avoid the second guard's shot, flipping in mid-jump so she hit the opposite wall feet first.

The Jaffa tracked her, but Bow shot him with a trick arrow before he could fire again, and the guard collapsed as electricity sparked over him.

Catra shot him with a zat for good measure as she landed on the ground.

"The shots alerted the others," Glimmer blurted out. "Bow! Lock down the bunker!"

"On it!" Bow pulled his tablet out and quickly linked up the security system in the entrance area while Glimmer covered the hallway and Catra tied up the stunned Jaffa. On her HUD, she could see the five remaining Jaffa all moving towards them. That could be a bit dicey; they were expecting an attack, and in the narrow hallways, Catra's speed wouldn't provide as much of an advantage to counter them if they stuck together…

But before they reached them, Bow exclaimed: "I got it!", and Catra saw the blast doors come down all over the bunker, quickly splitting it into several parts.

"Alright! Bow, defuse the bioweapon!" she said. "We'll plant some surprises for the guards next to the doors holding them back!"

Glimmer grinned as she took out the Goa'uld stun grenades they were carrying for this mission and handed one to Catra.

"Bioweapon's neutralised!" Bow announced a bit later.

"Great. Glimmer, ready?" Catra asked.

"Yes."

"Great. Slowly open the blast door," Catra said.

Bow did, and as soon as the door had risen enough to reveal a small gap on the bottom, Catra primed the grenade and slid it through before jumping up to avoid the grenade's effect herself.

It went off a moment later, cutting off what sounded like curses from the Jaffa, and she heard four bodies hit the ground.

"Cook's out!"

And Glimmer had taken out her target.

Mission accomplished.


*****

Forward Base Pasteur, PQ-3351, February 14th, 2002 (Earth Time)

Jack O'Neill watched as another of his teams returned from the field through the Stargate. They didn't seem wounded - and hadn't reported any casualties in their advance report - but a good officer checked up on his troops anyway. Especially if they had a tendency to downplay injuries because of different standards, pure machismo or because they thought he would do it in their place. Or all of it together, like Sergeant Kowalski. The former Marine needed to learn that just because some Etherians could walk off injuries that would take down or kill humans didn't mean he could or had to do the same. And some of the former Horde troops still had an aversion to visiting the sickbay.

But this team didn't seem to be sporting any serious injuries. Of course, some of the smarter idiots under his command might have exploited their new uniforms' much improved coverage to hide some injuries, but he didn't see anyone trying to hide a limp or favouring an arm, either.

"Sir!" Lieutenant Kawali, a moth-woman from Etheria, saluted. "Mission accomplished!"

Jack had already heard that from her advance report and could see that the transport bots behind her team were carrying two bound Jaffa, but he nodded as he returned the salute. "Any trouble?

"No, sir!" Kawali had had to keep her wings sealed in her suit for this mission, but didn't mention it. "Everything went according to plan."

"For once," Jack couldn't help replying. "Get your team decontaminated and checked out, your prisoners dropped off, then get some rest. You've earned it."

"Yes, sir!" Kawali nodded. "Uh…" She looked around. "Are any teams in need of assistance?"

She would have noticed that Adora was missing, of course, instead of hanging out near the Stargate, waiting for everyone to return safely. "One team had an outbreak happen. We're handling it. Get some rest."

"Yes, sir." Kawali nodded, if obviously a bit reluctantly. But not too obviously - not even the worst gung-ho types, and Jack had a lot in Special Forces Command, were eager to rush in when a bioweapon had gone off. Especially not after news of She-Ra having been infected by one had spread.

Jack watched the team trot off and turned back to look at the Stargate again. And at his HUD as he marked off the mission as over. That left half a dozen still going on, and, of course, the mess on PZ-7216, where Adora was currently unlocking magic so she could wipe out the virus that was spreading before it killed the entire population.

All in all, things were going a bit better than Jack had hoped. His own mission - he wasn't a magical princess who had to stay behind so she could rush off to save a planet in case it was needed - had, for once, gone off without a hitch. The majority of the other missions had been successful as well, though not without some casualties. Fewer than there would have been under Stargate Command; the new armoured uniforms and all the other gear, especially the sensor network and HUD, made a huge difference, but not even the best suit could save you from everything. Not even the best magic, as Adora had demonstrated.

At least the transport bots had managed to bring back most casualties in time to get treated - by Adora. Most, but not all - Jack winced a little when he looked at the current list. It wasn't long, especially not for a rushed mission of this scope, but every death was one too many. And the families he had to write once this was over wouldn't care that their son, daughter, husband, wife or parent had been one of a few, and not one of many.

Another alert interrupted his thoughts.

"Incoming connection! PZ-7216!"

Jack took a step back as the Stargate went active again, even though the iris was still in place.

"Code checks out. It's She-Ra."

He verified it himself, then gave the order to open the gate.

He watched as the iris retracted and the code for all-clear was sent.

A moment later, a tall figure stepped through the gate. Adora. She looked tired but was smiling. So, she had managed to save the day - and the planet - again.

"Everything OK?" he asked.

"Yes. We were in time to stop the virus from spreading." She lost her smile. "The garrison died, though."

Jack refrained from commenting that this was unusual and not her fault; normally, bioweapons were designed not to kill anyone too fast so they could spread undetected. Adora knew that as well. "Catra and the others reported a success. They are just waiting for relief forces to take over before returning," he told her instead.

Adora's smile returned, stronger than before. "Good. What's the status of the rest of the missions?"

"Five are still ongoing. Four encountered stronger resistance than expected - or had some bad luck - one hasn't reached the target yet," Jack reported.

"Good." Adora sighed. "It seems Nirrti was honest about her traps."

Jack slowly nodded. "She knows we would hold it against her if she lied to us." And since they were holding her, there wouldn't be any escaping the consequences. Of course, just because they knew about the traps didn't mean they were harmless; neither Nirrti nor her guards were stupid, and Jack's teams might be the best in the Alliance, but that wasn't always good enough.

Adora sighed. "Well, nothing else to do but wait, then."

"Yep."

As if Murphy had heard them, the Stargate activated again, Iris once more in place, but stopped after a second. A report, then.

And a priority alert appeared on Jack's HUD.

"Outbreak on PT-5512! Outbreak on PT-5512!"

Adora tensed. "This is She-Ra! Dial the Stargate! I'm going!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Jack clenched his teeth as she turned and rushed up the Stargate while it started to dial. Another outbreak. And four missions were still going on.

It would be a very long day.


*****

Gate Area, PT-5512, Former Realm of Nirrti, February 14th, 2002 (Earth Time)

One squad of the platoon assigned to this world was at the Stargate, spread out to cover all approaches, together with a squad of bots, when Adora arrived.

"Commander!" Their leader, Sergeant Graves, as her HUD told her, nodded at her. "Lieutenant Gonzalez reported that the bioweapons were released when they breached the bunker! We've been guarding the Gate to prevent people from trying to escape, but, so far, there haven't been any attempts made to breach containment. The bunker has been secured."

Adora nodded. They would have to review this setup - the general idea was to have bots guard the Stargate and use the entire force to secure the bioweapons, but the officer leading the missions could overrule that. "Any casualties?"

"Two men wounded, both infected. Booby trap," Graves reported.

That tracked with the latest report that had been sent through the gate. Adora called up the detailed information on her HUD. Both infected troopers seemed stable, but the virus was spreading through their bodies, at least as far as the medical sensors in their suits could tell - though they were, even with the latest software updates, pretty limited; aimed to detect wounds, not illnesses.

"It was released in the air. Wind currents as they are, it shouldn't have reached the Stargate area yet, but the main settlement at the central mine was so close…" Graves trailed off.

Adora nodded, clenching her teeth. She could handle it from here, if she had to, but she wanted to see the wounded and the bunker herself, and preferably the settlement as well. "I'm going there. Hold position here."

"Yes, Commander!"

She started out at a light jog, speeding up on the primitive road used to transport ore to the Stargate. It felt weird to run as She-Ra while wearing a space suit - one hastily built for her taller form for this mission - but she focused on the people who needed her. The wounded and infected soldiers, anxiously hoping for help, knowing they were dead if she was late. The civilians on the planet, going on with their lives without knowing that they were already infected. And the wounded prisoners, who were probably convinced they were already doomed.

She wouldn't let them down. None of them.

It didn't take her long to reach the bunker, built into a hill overlooking the village, though concealed from sight by a patch of light woods, and she quickly checked on the platoon's main force there, just ensuring that there were no further issues she had to know. Then she sprinted up the hill until she reached a spot from which she could see both the bunker and the village below.

She imagined the virus in the air, spreading through the wind, as she raised her sword, reaching out to the world's magic, bound, bottled up, locked away.

Then she cut, and let the magic rush through her, clenching her teeth as she struggled with the power, doing her best to guide it onto the path she needed. The world was infected. The people were infected. Both needed healing.

And the world's magic answered.


*****

Research Station Alpha, The First Moon of Enchantment, Etheria, February 15th, 2002 (Earth Time)

Samantha Carter wasn't the kind of woman who watched romantic movies, not unless coerced by her alien friends eager for all kinds of Earth media and determined to have some 'girls movie night', an event that wouldn't be repeated. Still, as she noticed the changed date, she couldn't help feeling a bit of regret at having spent Valentine's Day in the laboratory, poring over the reports from the front as they came in, and ensuring that the bioweapon samples, which were being delivered under heavy guard, were secured at once. Unlike in other years, many other years, this year, she would have had a partner with whom to enjoy the day. Jack would have quipped about some fad or acting like a teenager, but she was sure he would have liked going on a Valentine's date; he was a bit old-fashioned in that way - though, fortunately, not in other ways.

Still, she was an officer in the Alliance - and the Air Force - and they were at war, so duty came first. Even though, a guilty part of her admitted in the privacy of her mind, she'd really rather go on a date than catalogue a slew of bioweapon samples, each deadlier and more horrible than the other, while having to hold back a couple of mad scientists who wanted to get their hands on said samples. At least, she had help with that.

"The last samples have been secured in the vault," Angella said. "I've double-checked the door controls to ensure that the settings remained unchanged."

That meant it could only be opened if two authorised people entered their codes simultaneously. Sam checked her tablet. As expected, Alpha had sent a suggestion that the bot should be able to open the vault by itself in case everyone in the base were incapacitated. Because the research bot made for human experimentation was oh-so-trustworthy, of course. A small alert announced Loki's complaint that he wasn't on the authorised list at all. She sighed.

Angella raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just missing Morrison and Nirrti demanding access," Sam said.

"Morrison isn't that foolish, though he is not that wise either, and Nirrti won't dare to make such a demand," Angella replied.

"I know," Sam admitted. The British geneticist was one of the more reasonable regulars in the base here. Not that that meant a lot in this case. And Nirrti would be trying to be on her best behaviour, for now at least. "I'm just a little frustrated."

"That Nirrti's information turned out to be correct?" Angela asked as she sat down on the chair across from Sam with a grace that would be the envy of quite a few models and actresses. "She will slip up sooner or later. It's just a question of time. Her type won't ever change."

"Didn't you say that about Hordak?" Sam asked, then pressed her lips together for a moment. She hadn't meant to ask that, but it had slipped out; she must be more tired than she had thought for her impulse control to worsen like this, even though she had only been up for… close to twenty hours? Oh.

Angella shook her head. "His mind got wiped by Horde Prime. He isn't the same man any more than he was when he betrayed his allies and started his conquest."

That was a thin excuse, in Sam's opinion. According to all accounts, especially Entrapta's, who knew him best, Hordak had regained his mind after Horde Prime's atrocity. But Sam wasn't about to dispute Angella's claim or mention Catra. She agreed with Angella's assessment of Nirrti, after all, and she'd rather have someone with that attitude towards the Goa'uld genocidal scientist overseeing this research base than someone who thought Nirrti was changing for the better.

If any of those weapon samples fell into the wrong hands, it would result in a catastrophe. That was a risk that they couldn't take. Which was why the vault had a few undocumented features Sam had installed that no one knew about. Not even Alpha. If anyone broke into it, they wouldn't live long enough to grab anything, much less escape, even if they were prepared for the known self-destruct charge inside it that would vaporise the samples and everything else in the vault if it registered an unauthorised access.

"So, all of Nirrti's worlds are safe - from her, at least."

"Yes," Sam replied. "Casualties were lower than projected," she added. But higher if Adora and the others had tackled every world in sequence, but they hadn't had the time for that, even if the risk of someone raising the alert and triggering the remaining bioweapons before they could finish had been discounted.

Angella nodded. "Good. Not even the Horde did such atrocities." She scowled deeply, and Sam almost expected her to complain about how Nirrti was treated, but Angella didn't criticise Glimmer and Adora's decisions. Not outside private gatherings, at least, as far as Sam knew.

Instead, Angella changed the subject. "But that's almost two dozen worlds that need to be guarded now."

Sam nodded. They didn't have the ships to do that. And deploying ground troops without supporting space assets or working anti-orbital defence systems, which the Alliance lacked entirely so far, would be a slaughter. "We'll have to evacuate the populations, at least temporarily, to protect them."

"As long as you ensure no one else will colonise their homes before they can return, that should be acceptable," Angella said.

Sam winced a little. She knew what Angella was talking about. While no one was suggesting to colonise Nirrti's world - as far as she knew, at least - they both knew that there were several politicians and corporations on Earth pushing plans to 'expand into the galaxy', and that how to treat worlds with native populations that were sometimes smaller than some microstates on Earth, was a source of contention between the Etherians and Earth.

But Sam was an officer and scientist, not a politician, and she wouldn't be baited into such a discussion. Not by Angella, and not by Daniel or Sha're, either.

She was leaving that to others. Her task was to ensure that neither Nirrti's various bioweapons nor Nirrti herself would ever threaten anyone else again.


*****

PQ-3351 Orbit, PQ-3351-System, February 15th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"Evacuating so many people from so many worlds will be a mess. They will likely try to flee, either because they think this is a trap or because they will fear Nirrti's revenge. They have been raised from childhood under her rule; they do not know anything else and will not question what they have been taught," Sha're explained in the Admiral's room of the task force's flagship.

Catra nodded in agreement. It took a lot to break that kind of conditioning; she knew that very well. Even if you knew it was all lies and manipulation, you were still affected, unconsciously at least, and it influenced how you thought and acted. Fortunately, she knew what kind of shock might be enough to break that. "Well, time for She-Ra to show that her power crushes Nirrti's!" she announced, grinning.

Adora sent her a dirty look, but Catra shrugged it off; her love knew as well as Catra did that they had no choice; they simply didn't have the forces available to guard so many worlds. They were so spread out, any mobile defence fleet would be too slow to reach a world under attack to effectively protect it against an invasion - or to prevent a raiding force from taking what they wanted. Or wiping out the population, she added; the System Lords were all too willing to settle for destroying what they couldn't take for themselves and saw people as just one more resource. And fortifying every world to deter an invasion, or stop it long enough for help to arrive, would take far too many forces even if the Alliance had the material available.

No, the only way to protect the people Nirrti had ruled was to move them to worlds inside Alliance-controlled areas. At least, until the Alliance had enough forces to cover their worlds against Goa'uld attacks. And that would require both building more fleets and degrading the Goa'uld's capabilities for such attacks. Basically, winning the war.

Adora knew that as well. And she scowled. "I don't like it. Displacing people is wrong. But we don't have any choice."

"If they would rather risk living under Goa'uld rule than evacuate, we could let them," Admiral Larkin suggested. "It would be their choice."

"Such a choice would be based on ignorance, enemy lies and fear. That's no choice at all!" Glimmer spat.

"Forcing them to evacuate under false pretences isn't any better!" Larkin retorted.

"'False pretences'?" Glimmer glared at him. "We know what the Goa'uld will do. They have shown that countless times! There's nothing false about that!"

"The Supreme Commander will pretend to be a goddess to convince them to evacuate. If that doesn't fall under false pretences, nothing does!" Larkin returned the glare.

"I would ask you not to denigrate my religion, Admiral," Priest commented - far too mildly and smugly, in Catra's opinion. "If people decide to worship Her Divine Highness after witnessing her deeds, then that is their choice - an informed one - which deserves respect."

"Your own supposed goddess denies your claim." Larkin must be sharing Catra's opinion.

Priest spread his hands in response. "Her Divine Highness's humility transcends her power."

Adora groaned under her breath. "I am no goddess. But I will not tell people what they should believe or not. And we have a duty to return magic to the worlds it was stolen from and to protect their people. That takes priority over religious matters."

Priest's smile was positively beaming.


*****

Alliance Base Lübtheen, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany, February 15th, 2002

"There's a call for you, General. A Miss Cassandra Fraiser."

Jack O'Neill tensed at the notification from his Aide. Cassandra… Why was the girl calling him out of the blue? Had he missed some Stargate reunion event? No, Daniel and Sam would have hounded about it. Well, there was an obvious reason - small, scaly and currently in custody - why she might call him, but she was a civilian, and anything involving Nirrti was classified top secret, so she wouldn't have heard about it.

He blinked. Not unless someone with the clearance had told her. Like her mother. Who was amongst the best and definitely the most experienced doctor on Earth when it came to aliens in general and about Nirrti specifically. Who would have been drafted as a consultant, at least, for dealing with Nirrti because no one wanted to take the slightest risk that one of those nightmare plagues the snake had created got out and reached Earth. And who would tell her daughter that the Alliance had caught the Goa'uld responsible for murdering her entire world, turning her into a weapon and almost killing her as well.

He sighed. Usually, he approved of people doing the right thing even if it broke regulations. Usually. "Put her through."

"Yes, General."

"O'Neill."

"Hi, Uncle Jack."

She didn't sound pissed. That was a good thing. "Hi, Cassie. What's up?"

"Oh, the usual, you know. Parties, studying, College stuff. Wondering when I'll be allowed to see the one responsible for killing my world..."

Wincing, he drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The line was secure - Dr Fraiser was still at Stargate Command, but they had upgraded their communications. Still, that wasn't something you said over the phone. "That's kind of classified, Cassie," he said.

"Then give me clearance, Uncle Jack."

And now she sounded like her mother when she told Jack he couldn't leave the infirmary until she said it was OK. "That's not that easy. There are procedures, and…"

"You can ask She-Ra, and she'll do it."

Denying it would be pointless. Usually, being known for being close friends with the Supreme Commander of the Alliance made a lot of things much easier - everyone in the Alliance knew how the Etherians did things - so Jack hadn't exactly been discreet about that: Of course, everyone in Stargate Command knew that as well since they had been in contact before the Alliance had been founded.

"Or I could ask Sam."

"Now that's hitting below the belt!" Jack protested.

"Uncle Jack, you know what she did to Hanka. To me. What she tried to do to everyone else. I want to, I need to face her."

Shit. There wasn't much Jack could say against that. In her place, he'd be sneaking on a shuttle or something. And if the Etherians heard about her wish, they'd send a shuttle straight to her. He sighed. "I'll check with Adora."

"Thanks, Uncle Jack!"


*****

Colorado Springs, Colorado, United States of America, Earth, February 16th, 2002

Cassie and Dr Fraiser were already waiting on his porch when Jack arrived - his security detachment had informed him. As had his private security system that Entrapta and Sam had installed.

"Hi, Doc. Hi, Cassie." He waved as he walked up to his door.

"Hi, Uncle Jack."

"General." The Doc nodded at him - obviously not pleased.

"I hope you weren't freezing here for long," he said. In fact, he had known they had been here for twenty minutes. And in this weather…

"We're wearing advanced undersuits like the Stargate Teams do," Cassie told him with a grin. "They keep you at the ideal temperature."

Jack knew better than to make a crack about misusing advanced technology for private use when he was using a stealth shuttle for commuting and already was in the doghouse. "Well, let's get inside anyway. Your faces aren't wearing an undersuit," he said as he opened the door.

"Still using a key?" Dr Fraiser asked.

"As the last line of defence," Jack said. He had biometric security scans. But there was something about using a good, old-fashioned key to open your door while you were balancing your groceries on one arm. Well, holding with one hand most of the time since the German stores used bags with handles.

Once the door closed, he shrugged off his jacket - which was mostly for show as well; his uniform kept the cold at bay. "So… Already eaten? Want something to drink?"

"We want to see Nirrti." The Doc was seriously angry, Jack realised.

Cassie nodded with a serious expression. "And we've got the entire weekend off."

Right. No need to make small talk. "Let me call for a pickup, then."


*****

Research Station Alpha, The First Moon of Enchantment, Etheria, February 16th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"Hi, Jack. Hello, Dr Fraiser. And you must be Cassie!" Adora said, smiling at the group when they left the shuttle in the station's hangar.

"Supreme Commander." Dr Fraiser nodded at her. "Thank you for organising this."

"It was the least I could do," Adora told her. When Jack had called her about this, she had immediately granted the clearance. Cassie deserved this closure. To have lost her family, her people, her world…

"So, this is an Ancients research station." Dr Fraiser looked around. Cassie did as well, though neither seemed really curious, Adora noted.

"Indeed." And there was Alpha. "Research Station Alpha," her holoprojection continued. "Established to conduct genetic engineering research on Etheria, the station has since branched out to cover other areas of research as well. The station is responsible for most of the primary and dominant species on Etheria."

Both women had jerked a bit at Alpha's sudden appearance but recovered quickly. "Dominant species? Do you mean the people?" Dr Fraiser asked.

"Yes. Lesser First Ones stock was spliced with various organisms to create stable species for a particularly magic-rich world. The experiment was very successful." Alpha nodded with a faint smile.

Adora cleared her throat. "Yes. Alpha is the origin of most princesses' lines on Etheria. It is a bit of a sore point with some of them."

Jack snorted at that, and Adora raised her eyebrows at him; he had no room to talk with how he reacted to his own origin and magical talent.

"Really? I can't imagine why," Dr Fraiser said.

Alpha, of course, either missed or deliberately ignored her sarcastic tone - Adora wasn't quite sure which was the case. "Indeed, the negative reactions of some test subjects are quite baffling. By all objective measures, they benefited greatly from the experiments. They generally possess enhanced bodies or magical talents compared to the base stock, which allowed them to prosper on Etheria. Some of them rose to dominate their society as a result of their advantages. Further, they are the descendants of the original test subjects, so no experiments were conducted on them. They shouldn't have any negative reactions to this station."

Dr Fraiser stared at her, then looked at Adora. "I understand now why you kept the station classified to that degree."

"The research station is a critical facility of the Alliance," Alpha said before Adora could answer. "In addition to working on classified projects crucial for the war effort, we're also engaged in a project to save a species in danger of extinction by revitalising their genome."

Adora couldn't help feeling that Alpha was bragging more than she was emphasising the importance of the base - and herself.

"And you brought Nirrti here to work?" Cassie suddenly blurted out. "That monster who murdered my people?"

Adora winced. She understood the reaction, but they had good reasons for that decision.

"Yeah," Jack said. "Operation Paperclip Mark II."

Adora scowled at him; obviously, he hadn't forgotten Catra's comment.

"Really? You're following in the footsteps of that?" Dr Fraiser stared at them.

"Operation Paperclip?" Cassie asked.

"That's the code name for the recruitment of Nazi scientists for the USA after World War II," Dr Fraiser explained.

"Jack's left out that we needed Nirrti's cooperation to neutralise the bioweapons she left on her worlds before they could be released in her absence," Adora said. "Offering her to do research here - under very close supervision - instead of being locked up in a cell with basic entertainment was what convinced her to cooperate."

"And it would have been very wasteful to deprive the Alliance of her talent," Alpha unhelpfully added. "Even without the symbiotic effects of a sapient host, Nirrti has proven to be a brilliant scientist in her field."

"Really." Dr Fraiser sounded as flat as Angella when she was really angry.

Adora sighed. "We're also expecting an attempt to betray us, at which point she'll be taken to the holding area on Earth." Catra had even tried to start a betting pool, but Adora had shut that down.

"We're giving her enough rope to hang herself," Jack added with a grin.

"But you won't execute her for her crimes, right?" Cassie asked. "The Alliance doesn't have the death penalty. Not even for monsters like her."

"That's right." Adora nodded firmly as she met the women's eyes.

"It's the Etherian way," Jack said, shrugging. "At least, she hasn't officially been recruited by the Alliance."

Adora briefly frowned at him again. That was a cheap shot. "If an enemy wishes to change and make amends and offers to switch sides, we will not turn them away. Only if they are sincere, though."

"Even genocidal murderers like Nirrti?" Dr Fraiser sounded incredulous. And Cassie was gaping.

Adora slowly nodded anyway. She wouldn't lie to them about this. "If they are sincere," she repeated herself. "We're not naive. People can change, but not everyone does."

"How can you make amends for massacring entire worlds?" Cassie yelled. She had tears in her eyes, Adora noticed.

She pressed her lips together for a moment, then slowly shook her head. "You can't. You can't undo that. You'll carry that for the rest of your life. But you can do better. You can change, if you truly want to. You can become someone better than what you were. And everyone deserves a chance for that." She wouldn't budge from that.

Everyone, even Jack, though he tried to hide it, stared at her.

"You mean that," Dr Fraiser said.

Adora nodded. "Yes." And she would defend that stance.

Dr Fraiser sighed with a wry smile. "I hope you're right about this."

So did Adora.


*****
 
Chapter 225: Shockwaves Part 6 New
Chapter 225: Shockwaves Part 6

Research Station Alpha, The First Moon of Enchantment, Etheria, February 16th, 2002 (Earth Time)


"Hello, Dr Fraiser. Hi, Cassie." Samantha Carter smiled at their visitors. "Hi, Adora. Hi, Jack." She didn't smile at the latter two; it was their fault that she had to deal with the two visitors in the first place.

Jack mimed 'who, me?' behind their visitors' backs, but Adora looked puzzled.

They hadn't realised the problem, then. Sam suppressed a sigh. "Did you already have the tour?" she asked.

"We didn't get a tour, but Alpha was… very informative," Dr Fraiser said.

Cassie nodded. "Maybe after…?"

"You can visit Etheria afterwards as well," Adora said, smiling widely. "You can stay in Bright Moon."

"That would be nice," Dr Fraiser said, nodding. "Though we would like to do what we came for, first."

Right. Sam took a deep breath. "Meeting Nirrti."

"Yes." Dr Fraiser narrowed her eyes slightly, and Sam held up her right hand.

"I'm not stalling," she said. "But there are a few things you need to know so you're not surprised."

"Yes?" Cassie asked, frowning already.

"As per current policy, Nirrti's host was freed." And was currently in therapy. If the Alliance continued their streak against the Goa'uld Empire, they might found a new field of business in the therapy sector. Between the System Lords and their underlings, they certainly needed far more specialised therapists than previously planned. But that was something for a different talk.

"Yes?" Cassie looked confused, but Dr Fraiser winced; she would have realised what that meant.

"It means Nirrti is using waldos and a speech translator to interact with people outside her tank," Sam went on. "That puts some limits on her ability to communicate."

"Nirrti's a worm talking like a toy computer," Jack added.

Sam glared at him. While technically correct, that was far too flippant for such a delicate topic. "The communicator is lacking in Inflections and tone, and a Goa'uld's form doesn't really show emotions like a human would."

"Oh." Cassie's face fell.

"Really?" Dr Fraiser frowned. "Alpha was far more sophisticated than that."

"Alpha's an artificial intelligence created by the Ancients and patterned after humanoids," Sam explained. "They knew exactly how to have her express her feelings." Or hide them. "They were very close to humans."

"We're basically humans," Adora said. "Jack's close enough to count as a First One according to Alpha."

Jack grimaced at that while both Dr Fraiser and Cassie turned to stare at him. "Yeah, yeah, I got some alien genes."

"Whether or not the First Ones were aliens is debatable; they are certainly very closely related to humans, and the case can be made that we're their descendants," Sam said. Biologically, at the very least, that was true. Culturally, though, opinions were divided.

"Yeah, yeah, but can we focus on the reason we're here right now?" Jack asked with a very forced grin. "We can debate how much of a magical princess I am later."

"You've got magic?" Cassie blurted out.

"Oh, for…" Jack closed his eyes.

"Jack has a talent for magic, but chose not to train in magic," Adora, oh so helpfully, explained.

"I don't have the time to spend a few years at the magic school," Jack said.

"But…" Cassie trailed off at a glance from Dr Fraiser. "Alright. So, Nirrti's just a worm talking like a computer. I still want to see her."

"And you will," Sam told her. "This was just to inform you so you aren't surprised at the meeting."

"OK. Does she know about me?"

"That you're coming? No," Sam said.

"She probably doesn't even know you survived her plan," Jack said.

Cassie smiled at that.

"Alright. Follow me," Sam told her. "I'll take you to her cell."

"At least she's locked up," Cassie muttered.

Sam nodded, even though she knew that Nirrti's accommodations wouldn't be any different if she were not a prisoner; the Etherians hadn't been joking about using their guest rooms as cells.

She led them through a narrower hallway lined with security sensors and countermeasures hidden in the walls to the room that had been turned into a habitat for Nirrti - secured by a door made of armoured glass and a force field. Inside, Nirrti was planted in front of her interface device, as usual - she only seemed to spend time in the rest of the habitat when she was on mandatory downtime. "It's polarised and soundproof," Sam said. "She doesn't know we're here yet."

"It looks like a swamp," Cassie said.

"As far as we can tell, and confirmed by the Tok'ra, the natural habitat of Goa'uld was a swamp-like environment; we have taken care to replicate it as precisely as we could," Sam replied. She wondered if Cassie was genuinely interested in the answer or just stalling, now that she was actually seeing Nirrti, but it didn't really matter.

Dr Fraiser scoffed at that, but Cassie nodded. Sam saw her take a deep breath. "Alright. Please announce us so we can talk."

Sam nodded and used the pad next to the door to call Nirrti. "Nirrti? You've got visitors."

"Visitors?" Nirrti didn't turn away from the interface device, but Sam saw that the screen changed to show her face standing in front of the door.

And even though Goa'uld without a host didn't have expressions, Sam was sure she saw Nirrti freeze for a moment when the camera moved to show Cassie.

It was confirmed a moment later, when the bland computerised voice sounded over the speaker. "So, you survived."

Cassie flinched, then swallowed and straightened. "You remember me."

"I remember all my important experiments. Even the failures - or especially the failures."

"Failures?" Cassie's voice didn't hitch, but Sam saw her swallow dryly again.

"You were supposed to destroy the Stargate of the Tau'ri. Obviously, it is still operational. That was a possible outcome, of course - if the Tau'ri detected the bomb inside you in time, they could have prevented the explosion, which they did. I did not expect you to survive, though." Nirrti didn't move, but the camera objective turned to focus on Sam. "Were you responsible for that, Colonel Carter?"

Sam wondered for a moment if she should answer, then decided that there was no point in trying to deny her involvement. "I discovered that the bomb would only explode when she was in relatively close proximity to the Stargate."

"Yes, a necessary limitation of my plan. I could not predict how many Stargates you would use before returning to your world, so I had to allow a longer timer, though that meant I had to count on you keeping the girl near the Stargate for a while. Evidently, that was a critical fault in my plan. Had I known then what I know now, I would have chosen a different plan."

The lack of any inflexion in Nirrti's reply made the Goa'uld sound clinical and emotionless - though Sam was quite certain that in this case, it was representing her true feelings about the subject.

"You murdered my entire world," Cassie spoke up again - Dr Fraiser was holding her hand, Sam saw. "Just for a chance to destroy Earth's Stargate."

"The potential gains vastly outweighed the assured losses."

Sam had to wince at that. An entire people's murder, reduced to a cold equation. A calculated risk. She glanced at Adora and saw that her friend had her hands balled into fists and was glaring at Nirrti. Of course, this attitude was the complete antithesis of how Etherians thought and acted.

And Cassie was so tense, Sam feared she would snap any moment. Maybe literally. She could see the girl's jaw muscles twitch from the strain of clenching her teeth, and, for a moment, she thought she heard the teeth grind.

But then Cassie took a deep, shuddering breath. "So. Despite your need for 'experimental subjects'…" She spat the word. "...you decided to sacrifice Hanka's entire population for a small chance at destroying Stargate Command." She chuckled. It was obviously forced, and followed by a sob-like breath, but she went on with a tight but even voice. "You fear Earth so much, you'd rather raid your fellow System Lords' worlds and risk their retaliation." She shook her head.

"Recent events proved me right, did they not?"

Sam liked to imagine that Nirrti felt petulant at Cassie's conclusion, but, once again, she couldn't tell. She also realised that Dr Fraiser had shared more classified information about Nirrti's past with Cassie, though she couldn't fault her for that, not when the girl, her daughter, was so closely affected by this specific Goa'uld's actions.

Cassie was still shaking her head. "You don't understand. You never understood, did you?"

"Understood what? What are you talking about?"

Nirrti definitely was annoyed - Sam knew that few things riled up the arrogant Goa'uld more than being thought, much less called, ignorant or stupid.

"You think Earth is dangerous. But it isn't Earth. It's all of us. All humans. Earth just was the first world to have the means to strike back. But that's changing. You'll be facing all of us soon enough."

"And with advanced technology and magic," Adora added.

"That was exactly why I wanted Earth's Stargate destroyed. I understood it better than anyone else."

Cassie chuckled again in that half-sobbing manner of hers. "No. If you had really understood, you'd have tried to make peace with us instead of trying to crush us and make us more powerful at the same time through your experiments."

Jack laughed at that, and Sam had to grin as well at the thought of a revolt led by the very 'Hok'tars' Nirrti had been trying to create.

Once more, Adora spoke up: "Yes. Horde Prime discovered the same thing: You can only oppress people so much before they turn against you and tear you down. He had made them in his own image, brainwashed them to obey without question, and yet, when they had the opportunity, they rebelled anyway."

That was embellishing things a bit, at least, as Sam understood the Horde War. Still, she couldn't say it was wrong.

Cassie nodded. "You lost this war long before you lost your realm."

Nirrti didn't answer, and after a few moments, Cassie turned away. "Let's leave."

Sam pretended not to see the tears in her eyes as she nodded.


*****

Bright Moon, Etheria, February 16th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"Wow! It's like in the documentaries! No, better!"

Catra shook her head - slightly, and behind the girl and her mother's back; it wouldn't do to make them feel mocked after their meeting with Nirrti - as Cassie stared at the main commerce street in Bright Moon.

"But why are there so many adverts for Earth goods?" she asked a few minutes of gawking at shop windows later.

"Because the Etherians are as crazy for Earth stuff as Earth is for Etherian goods," Glimmer said.

"Half the stuff here is counterfeit, and the rest is contraband," Catra added.

"Really?" Cassie turned to stare at her.

"No," Glimmer said,

"Yes," Catra said with a grin. "The real stuff is smuggled in by soldiers."

"Soldiers are allowed to purchase goods when on deployment." Glimmer was scowling at her now.

"And then sell it as soon as they're back on Etheria." Catra shrugged.

"If I had known that…" Cassie trailed off.

Catra laughed, but Dr Fraiser shook her head. "Please don't start smuggling, Cassie."

"Have you seen the prices here, Mom?"

"Do you know the exchange rate?"

"Right, those aren't dollars!" Cassie mumbled something while she called up the rate on the tablet she had received for this visit (and which she would likely keep, as Catra understood it). It took her a few tries, but then Catra heard her gasp. "Those are even worse!"

"The prices are aimed at rich princesses," Catra said. "Normal people shop in other places."

"Catra! These aren't special prices!" Glimmer protested.

"Earth goods are expensive here," Catra replied with a shrug. "Not everyone can afford them."

"Not everyone needs Earth goods," Glimmer muttered.

"Is it true that you bootleg all the Earth media?"

"No," Glimmer replied to Cassie.

Catra smirked. "There's too much for that. But they totally would, if they could." If Entrapta ever had nothing else to do and programmed a few bots to trawl the Earth's computer systems…

Then Cassie suddenly narrowed her eyes. "And how expensive is Etherian stuff?"

Catra laughed. "Thinking of taking a load back home to sell?"

"Cassie!"

"It's not illegal, isn't it?" Cassie asked.

"Certain goods are restricted," Glimmer replied. "Magic and Magitech, mostly. And plants and live animals."

"We already have a problem with invasive species on Earth. We don't want to make it worse and add alien species." Dr Fraiser nodded.

"And Earth has some trade barriers in place," Glimmer added. "But that's on them, not us."

Retaliation for the Etherians' refusal to open their markets for cheap Earth goods. And the ongoing disagreements about 'intellectual properties'. Catra shrugged at the thought - all it meant was that soldiers made a killing smuggling stuff since the military didn't want to restrict much less police their troops just to please some merchants on both planets. "Just check if it's restricted when you find something nice," she said. "And Glimmer will get you a special permit or something."

"Thanks!" And Cassie was off to browse the shops selling local goods.

Dr Fraiser looked at Glimmer. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Glimmer waved her hand. "It's nothing. And after confronting Nirrti, she deserves to have some fun."

The doctor hesitated a moment, then tilted her head slightly. "Including a personal tour of the kingdom by the queen?"

"It gets her out of the meeting Adora and Jack are stuck at," Catra said before Glimmer could answer.

"That's not the reason. And my presence isn't required; it's about changes for Jack's troops following the Nirrti missions." Glimmer frowned at Catra. "And why aren't you attending? You're usually all about that."

Catra shrugged. "Adora got my report with recommendations." Her love would do her best to implement them, but they weren't that crucial anyway; the special forces hadn't made any real blunders during the missions. In a war, things tended to go sideways from time to time.

"Well, thank you for doing this," Dr Fraiser said. "Cassie might hide it, somewhat, if you don't know her well, but meeting the murderer of her people was a disturbing experience."

"I can imagine," Glimmer said.

Catra pressed her lips together. There was no need to comment; she had gone through similar encounters, but not as the victim.

"Still… she shouldn't go overboard," Dr Fraiser went on, watching as Cassie sorted through some colourful hats and scarves at one shop.

"If she wants to make a nice profit, she needs to go for more distinct clothes," Catra said.

"Speaking from experience?" Glimmer asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Lonnie, Rogelio and Kyle made some money selling old Horde training uniforms to collectors on Earth," Catra replied.

"What? Military technology is restricted!"

"Training uniforms don't fall under that," Catra said. "They're obsolete, anyway. But they give bragging rights."

Glimmer narrowed her eyes, then turned to look at where Cassie was studying dresses in a tailor's shop.

"Trying to figure out how to spread more Alliance uniforms without breaking your own laws?" Catra grinned when Glimmer scowled at her. "Might check with Scorpia; the Scorpion Kingdom has automated clothing factories." Bright Moon's tailors were still mostly making tailored clothes on demand.

Glimmer huffed. "We've got enough trouble keeping that from flooding our markets."

Catra shrugged. She didn't think that would work forever; not if things progressed like they had on Earth in the past. Once the war ended, the economies would have to adjust on every world in the Alliance. Earth was poised to flood the galaxy with their stuff, but if they were allowed to, it would probably kill the liberated worlds' economies before they could start.

Or something like it; Catra had training in logistics (amongst other things), not in the economy. The Horde had not really cared about trade, free or restricted.

She would leave that to others.

"Look, Mom! Have you ever seen this kind of fabric?"

"That's snake silk from the Red Waste," Glimmer explained.

"Oh."

And very expensive, Catra knew - Huntara had commented once about it being a luxury export. But Glimmer could afford it easily if she wanted to make it a gift for Cassie. Which she probably would.

It wouldn't make Cassie feel any happier about Nirrti being allowed to work in her cell, of course. But that couldn't be helped. Not until the Goa'uld tried anything, at least.

Then the hammer would come down.


*****

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, Earth, February 22nd, 2002

"...and as per the latest reports, we have secured eighty per cent of the territories of Apophis and Sokar, and nearly all worlds originally held by Ba'al."

Jack O'Neill listened with one ear to the aide giving a report he had already read the day before. The holoprojection in the centre of the meeting room highlighted the three territories in question, forming a more or less compact block, but he could have that on his tablet. He should bring a portable HUD set instead, he made a mental note. It would look cool and allow him to do something a bit more productive or entertaining during the recap part of those meetings.

"Meanwhile, evacuating the worlds formerly controlled by Nirrti is proceeding roughly according to schedule." More worlds lit up, strung out and further away from the consolidated Alliance-controlled territory. "As expected, convincing the populations to temporarily relocate to a safer location generally requires the personal intervention of the Supreme Commander despite Nirrti's cooperation."

Yeah, no surprise there. Once people learned that Nirrti had left bioweapons on a dead snake's trigger on their world, they tended not to listen to her any more. If anything, that had made it harder to gain the people's trust. Fortunately, Adora going all 'behold the power of She-Ra' and restoring magic to the worlds in question usually made up for that.

Usually, it also converted most people to worshipping her, but that couldn't really be helped. Not without abandoning religious freedom. People on those worlds just tended to put their trust in the magical princess who personally defeated their old god and restored magic to their world, usually by healing whatever mess the snakes had done to it. Most religions without gods you could actually see, talk to and even touch in some cases had a hard time competing with that. Of course, Jack could understand that some people were a bit uncomfortable with the fact that the majority of the Alliance's ships were crewed by followers of a church headed by the most senior admiral of the Alliance. Adora certainly was.

"Meanwhile, intrusions by forces from Heru'ur and Cronus have continued, albeit on a small scale, and as Alliance forces solidify their control over the border regions, the danger of such recon raids should gradually lessen."

A few markers showed intercepted Goa'uld forces on the map. Jack knew better than to assume that those were all the missions sent by the snakes; not even the still-growing spy bot network could cover all that space, but he was reasonably sure that none had sneaked into Alliance-held systems at least.

"In addition to that, small forces suspected to be controlled by Yu and Hathor have also been observed and, in two cases, engaged."

Again, nothing new. Jack briefly watched as more areas lit up on the projection, showing the territories - estimates, in some cases - of the two System Lords in question.

"Based on the latest intelligence, Heru'ur and Cronus are the most likely amongst the System Lords to engage in large-scale hostilities with the Alliance, though Hathor and especially Yu, given his greater resources, remain a potential threat that cannot be dismissed, and…"

Jack tuned the next part out completely. That analysis hadn't changed since before the mess with Nirrti. He went over the report covering Alliance logistics on his tablet instead. 'Stretched thin' was an understatement, in his opinion. The Alliance forces in all three Goa'uld realms mentioned so far were almost entirely dependent on the fleet trains of the Clone fleets involved. Even with the Stargate Command temporarily pausing their missions - under protest by the United Nations, which everyone ignored - to free more transport slots, they couldn't really keep the ground forces supplied from Earth; the shipping capacity simply wasn't there, and the distances involved meant the Alliance transport ships couldn't compensate either, even if there were more of them.

The automated former Horde factories on Etheria were helping out some - that world was placed far closer to Ba'al and Sokar's former territories than Earth, so even the stuff that didn't go through their Stargate could be shipped more quickly - but even so, things were far from ideal. Not quite at the level where strict rationing was needed, but far from the kind of largesse American soldiers were used to. People were already talking about not only converting captured Goa'iuld factories but straight-up using captured gear just to lessen the logistical needs.

He returned his attention to the presentation, which had reached the same point he had just gone through.

"...and so the Alliance forces have to rely on locally sourced supplies as much as possible. Priority should be placed on constructing more mobile bases that can move with the forces and manufacture the supplies right where they are needed," the aide finished his presentation.

"Thank you, Major." Adora nodded. "I agree. We cannot build and crew enough fleet transports quickly enough to supply our forces from Earth and Etheria. And the Clone fleet trains are needed to supply the fleets. Using them to supply ground forces will limit fleet operations."

"Between Tok'ra tunnelling techniques and Horde factory technology, we should be able to build local supply hubs fast enough to maintain our current positions," Catra added. "But it will take some time until we can build up for another offensive. Even our current positions are overextended from a logistical point of view."

"What happened?" Larkin asked. "The projections we heard last time were not nearly as bad!"

That didn't mean they had been good, but Larkin was right. And yet…

"That was before we had to evacuate Nirrti's worlds," Adora told him. "The need to move, settle and supply so many people changed the equations."

Larkin scowled, and, for a moment, Jack wondered if he'd make a speech about prioritising the needs of the Alliance forces over civilians who could be liberated later, but the Admiral apparently had enough smarts to know how abandoning entire worlds to the enemy would be received and held his tongue.

That didn't improve the situation, of course. Effectively, the Alliance had to put the war on hold for a few months. And God help us, he thought, if the Goa'uld start up a major offensive right now.


*****

PT-4375, PT-4375-System, February 24th, 2002 (Earth Time)

"Reminds me of the Fright Zone. Just missing the smell."

Adora frowned at Catra's comment. "It couldn't be helped," she said, looking at the prefabricated structures forming the settlement below the ridge upon which they were standing. If they had used traditionally built houses, they would still be building settlements for the people evacuated from Nirrti's former domain. and the additional strain on the Alliance logistics from moving construction workers to the planet, the housing and other supplies needed for them, the additional supplies needed for said construction… It would have been a nightmare. General Hatfield would have probably quit. Or shot himself. He was stressed enough already.

She winced a little - her refusal to let them just put up tents - military surplus tents from the Cold War - to house the people and supply the people with rations hadn't helped, of course. But the former slaves of Nirrti deserved better than being dropped into a tent city and left to fend for themselves.

Of course, Horde prefabricated buildings weren't that comfortable either, but at least, the people currently settling in didn't associate them with cadet training and war. They seemed actually impressed, as far as Adora could tell, when showing their temporary housing.

"And is there a betting pool running about how much time we'll have until the people from different worlds start fighting each other?" Catra went on, peering at the village - it was a village even if it looked like a Horde base camp.

Adora frowned again. "They won't fight each other." They had spread out the various settlements across the planet against Hatfield's original proposal for that reason; just dumping everyone in one big city wouldn't have worked, even though it meant more resources spent on transport and infrastructure. On the other hand, being spread out also allowed the various villages to do farming to support themselves (with Perfuma's support) instead of being dependent on food deliveries from the Alliance.

"Mh. They already had a 'spirited discussion', as Priest put it, over where they would place your cathedral."

Adora flushed and didn't look over her shoulder, where the first spire of the 'cathedral' was just visible on the tallest hill near the base surrounding the Stargate. That construction was completely funded by donations, according to Priest. Technically, that was true - but the donations included manufactured materials from the closest task force's fleet train, and that meant less production of war materials.

She could have vetoed that, but…

Your Divine Highness! Neither Earth nor Etheria have abandoned the production of civilian goods in favour of war material - not by far. Why should we Clones then use all our industrial capacity for weapons and war supplies? We need to prepare for the inevitable peace that will follow our victory as well, and that will be harder if Clone society is entirely focused on waging war. Please, let us use our factories for other purposes as well - such as helping our fellow followers of Your Divine Highness to worship you in a proper cathedral. It will set a good example for the Alliance and show that we are people like them, not soldiers bred for war.

She sighed. Priest had made a good argument. More than good enough to make Adora rule against Hatfield and weather the rumours and accusations about her abusing her power for personal gain by diverting Alliance resources to her Church.

But Priest was correct; they couldn't treat the Horde Fleets as pure military assets, as resources to be used as the strategic needs demanded. That was what the Horde had been doing, and Adora knew very well what that meant for someone raised in such an environment. How difficult it made it to adapt to living as a civilian. It was no coincidence that even without counting the Clones, the majority of the Etherian forces serving the Alliance were former Horde soldiers.

She shook her head and focused back on Catra. "And they decided to put it close to the Stargate so everyone could reach it fairly easily. Without fighting each other over it."

Catra shrugged. "That was mostly Priest's doing. And yours."

"I didn't do anything!" Adora protested. "I stayed out of that discussion!"

Catra snorted. "You are the reason they agreed to evacuate. And to work together. Priest is usually just quoting you in his sermons."

Adora flushed. Priest was cherry-picking her quotes. Of course, he rarely took her quotes out of context or tried to follow the letter of them instead of the spirit in which they had been made, but he certainly was very good at stretching said spirit. And so damn smooth.

Sometimes, religious freedom was very annoying. Even if it was helpful.

"So… ready to go down and be celebrated as the saviour of their world… again?" Catra asked.

Adora glared at her. "Keep rubbing it in, and I'll have you installed as my loving consort and the first saint of the church."

That made Catra gape at her - but only for a moment before she grinned. "Oh, I think I'd like that!" she exclaimed, leaning over to grab Adora's arm. "People worshipping me, following my example…"

Adora sighed and hung her head as Catra giggled. She really should have known better. At least, between Priest and Catra, she was in no danger of developing a big head.


*****

La Jolla, San Diego, United States of America, Earth, February 24th, 2002

Samantha Carter wouldn't say she felt uncomfortable out of her uniform. But she had to admit, to herself, that she did feel a little weird, wearing a dress and modestly high heels. It wasn't that she lived and slept in her uniform, contrary to some rumours going back to her time at Stargate Command, but when she was off-duty, she usually preferred more casual clothes when she didn't go straight to bed after a (late) dinner.

But she was on a date. With Jack, whom she suspected was the origin of those aforementioned rumours, not that that mattered much any more. And so she had dressed up, a little at least - after discreetly checking through Daniel what Jack would be wearing, she had left the 'Advanced Cocktail Dress Mark II', as Entrapta had named it, in the armoire and had gone for a more conventional one. It wouldn't do to be overdressed when Jack was going for 'stylish casual', as she had almost been certain he would. It certainly looked great on him, in her completely unbiased opinion. And, judging by the glances she caught, he thought the same about her dress.

"Why exactly are we in San Diego?" Jack asked as they crossed the street, halfway to the café near the UCLA Campus she had picked for the start of their date. "Not that I mind, of course. Just curious. We have the whole world - the whole galaxy - to pick from."

"It's pleasantly warm," she replied. Unlike Colorado Springs, for example. Or most of the Northern hemisphere. "And they speak English here." And despite their sunglasses, they wouldn't be mistaken for some celebrities here. Even though, according to some stupid media, at least, they were celebrities.

"It's a Navy city," he pointed out.

"We're in La Jolla, not Coronado Island," she said. "And this café was recommended to me." As well as the restaurant and the club they would be visiting afterwards.

"By your nephew?"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Are you fishing for compliments about how you've got the body of a twenty-year-old man and so shouldn't feel old amongst college students?"

His aviator mirror shades couldn't hide his surprise at her sass. He recovered quickly, though. "I am just not looking forward to all those young men trying to chat you up."

She shook her head. "They won't." Not when they obviously were a couple. Things had changed since she had been at college, but not that much.

Although, she realised when they entered the café, some things had changed a lot; the café had a holoprojector in the middle of the room. One that looked as if it had been built by hand; she didn't recognise a model or brand. And most of the patrons were either looking at the holoprojector or their Etherian-style tablets. Well, that just meant the odds of anyone recognising them were even lower than she had thought.

"We're here for the coffee, not to dismantle the TV," Jack muttered. "Of course, that would probably help the boys here with their studies."

She shot him a look - she wasn't going to do that; at most, she would ask who had built the thing (and beaten major electronic manufacturers still working on civilian models) - and he grinned.

At least the waitress was still a part-time college student; for a moment, Sam had imagined one of Entrapta's bots working here. Or a copy of them. She made a mental note to keep a closer eye on university programs. If they could construct a working holographic projector - it was not nearly as sophisticated as the ones she was used to, but the feat alone was impressive - they might be able to do a few not quite as harmless deeds as well. They already had some people doing that for the new magic studies courses being launched at many universities, so it wouldn't really add that much to the present programs.

Except for the necessary scientists who knew enough about advanced technology to spot dangerous developments before they caused trouble. Those were as rare as sorceresses.

Jack had already ordered and handed her the menu. She quickly noted the Etherian selection - and the fine print detailing that those drinks were not imported from Etheria, just made according to Etherian recipes. She could drink the originals whenever she wanted, so she ordered a 'caffè latte'. For a change, Jack didn't comment about her supposed coffee addiction.

While they waited for their order, and Sam nibbled on a croissant taken from the basket on the table - whoever owned the café must have gone to Italy or France for inspiration - Jack nodded at the holoprojection. "They've got advanced technology and use it to watch MTV. Hatfield would have a stroke if he knew."

The general in charge of Alliance logistics would not be amused at such a 'waste', Sam knew. The man would demand rationing if he thought it would help with the supply crisis. "It's a good sign," she said. "Advanced technology is spreading. And if students are working with it, it won't be too long before it's commonplace."

Jack snorted. "In places like this, maybe. In the rural areas?" He shook his head. "They'll fall further behind the curve."

Sam nodded. That was inevitable.

"People, especially young people, will vote with their feet," Jack went on. "Only, instead of heading to the big cities, they'll venture out into the galaxy. 'How can you expect them to return to the farm if they have seen Bright Moon?'" he adapted the famous quote.

Sam nodded in agreement. Though she didn't think that was a bad thing.

But such talk wasn't really appropriate for a date. They were here to relax, not rehash problems from work, she reminded herself when the waiter arrived with their order.

"Speaking of rural areas… how's your family doing?" she asked. Jack sighed, and she smiled gently. "That bad?"

He nodded. "They think I can get them a trip to the moon. No contact while I was the Air Force colonel stuck under the Mountain, now that I am the big Alliance general, they suddenly all remember we're related."

"I can relate," Sam said. "At least my nephew and niece don't have outrageous expectations."

"Just a ride from Swift Wind?"

Sam hid her scowl behind another sip from her coffee, and Jack laughed. It made him look, well, not like a boy himself, but younger, softer. Sam smiled when she put her cup down. The date was off to a good start.


*****

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, Earth, February 27th, 2002

"...and morale in selected units is down as a result. Several complaints have been filed because of the food being supplemented with rations and vat-grown alternatives. Soldiers call the latter 'clone slop'."

Catra rolled her eyes. She had grown up on Horde rations, and those made the old MREs look (and taste) good in comparison. And 'clone slop'? Really? The meals might not be gourmet food, but Hordak and Entrapta had improved the taste of the Horde fleet meals considerably since the Horde War. Catra had eaten the stuff often enough for testing to know it.

"They are used to higher quality meals," the aide added in an apologetic tone.

Catra scoffed, then chuckled when her ears picked up a comment from Hatfield about 'Chair Force standards' that had Jack glare at the man.

"Thank you." Adora nodded at the aide. "It can't be helped. We need to prioritise, and even with Perfuma's help, it will take some time to get local food production going."

"We'll have to be prepared for disease," Müller added. "Some soldiers will start poaching the local wildlife to augment their meals. Especially those trained to forage on their missions. And they might not follow all the regulations when preparing their meals when they're not in the field."

Jack groaned - his special forces were the most likely candidates for that; Catra knew what they were up to when they weren't in the field. Some of the blockheads would definitely eat 'alien steak' as raw as possible as a challenge. "Still better than robbing the local population of their food," she said. The Horde forces had done that regularly. And paid for it when the locals supported or directly joined the rebellion. "But best keep scanners running so you can track down what stuff they trade for food."

Jack groaned under his breath again. "How long until the situation stabilises?" he asked.

Hatfield scowled. "Despite our best efforts, we expect two months, barring further offensive operations or deployments, until the supply has been restored to previous levels for our troops outside Earth or Etheria. And that depends on the new transports being fielded on schedule."

Carta scowled. The Alliance was badly overextended. She had expected some troubles, but not to that extent. Sure, it could be worse - according to all projections, they could even fight defensive actions with the current supplies, though food-wise it would be all rations all the time for most troops in the field - but offensives were out for half a year under the best conditions. Even Perfuma couldn't work so many miracles, and some soldiers had issues with 'magical food'. And food was only part of it; all the forces needed a lot more supplies, and the Alliance was still not finished with switching everyone to standardised gear.

At least the Fleet was doing well. Most of the task forces were somewhat self-sufficient thanks to their mobile fleet trains. They could hold the line against a serious Goa'uld attack, and even offensive actions were possible, although only as long as no major ground fighting was needed.

And once the new Liberty II transports Sam, Entrapta and Hordak were designing would start being produced in greater numbers, they could finally fully use Earth's production capacity. Though they would need more frigates on escort duty; unlike fleet transports, those freighters had not a hope in hell of fending off even a half-hearted attack by a few fighters or tel'taks. The design had minimal crew, token weapons - mostly for psychological reasons, in Catra's opinion - and were, as Glimmer had put it, pretty much just an engine, an enlarged escape pod pretending to be a bridge and crew quarters, and huge cargo holds. Even in the old Horde, serving on those would have been considered punishment duty.

But it would help with the current crisis and provide a robust transport fleet to the Alliance. If the design worked out. Then again, the only American part of the design was Sam and the name, so Catra expected it to work out. Now if only…

Adora's tablet beeped with a priority message - Catra knew the sound by heart - and she tensed. Something had just gone wrong. Had the Goa'uld launched a surprise offensive? Or had some fool angered another planetary protector?

Adora blinked but looked surprised rather than angry, and Catra shamelessly leaned over to squint at the display.

Oh. That was unexpected.

Goa'uld Empire asking for meeting under truce.


*****
 

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