I started a fanfiction story revolving around the growth of the Wraith as an empire. It should take center around the origin of the Wraith (non-canon, we shall see how SGA deals with it in Conversion), the first wraith Avsalom and the Wraith-Ancient war. Here's the prologue. I really do not know if it will stay as the prologue or not.
The story will not be taking place in chronological order.
Prologue:
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...
Silence outlines the orbit of an inhabited planet. This terran planet gives residence to an advanced race of humans in which their achievements is clearly evident in the number and magnificence of the structures that embellish the planet’s surface. The humans scurry on with their normal lives, pursuing their mundane life goals and small ships, that transport them from place to place, spot the horizon.
A small dark-brown haired boy of a peach skin color, clad in navy blue, stops his journey to catch his breath. He looks around him to notice the hectic nature of his civilization as people and flying automobiles continue their paths. He notices that the tall, skyscraping buildings composed of a glass like material reflects the transient blue sky. The boy looks up into sky, raises his right eyebrow and wonders how today would be different than other days. He sighs because he knows it will not. Unknowing to him, today will be different than other days.
In the distance and far from the orbit of the planet, a large space station guards the planet. It is composed of the same material as the buildings of the sanctuary below but it is not as smooth. Its purpose seems to be “to idle” but its true function seems unknown.
In moments, a blue-green hyperspace window opens in the distance of the planet and the station. Five large dark-green organic-looking motherships exit the hyperspace portal and set a course for the station. The station immediately goes on alert and attempts to hail the incoming ships. No response. Another attempt is made to communicate with the intruders. No response. The ships each begin to split into smaller pieces. Each ship seems to have three cruiser type ships attached and they position themselves around the station. The station, of course, is far from full alert. It was caught off guard and weapons and shields have not even been loaded.
The human commander was sitting in his private quarters when he had been alerted that unknown ships approached the station. As he hurried to the control room, traveling through the blue-crystalline corridors of the station, he began to panic. His long dark brown hair began to show signs of sweat and exhaustion. He should have been prepared for this type of encounter. But no one could really blame since their society had not encountered a hostile threat in centuries and these ships could not be identified by their databases.
“They are not of this galaxy”. He quickly concluded when he saw an open visual of the ships approaching but realized that even if they were, it would not help the situation. The intruders obviously seemed to have some type of malicious intent or the incapability to reply to radio halts. “Activate the planet’s orbital shield. Load weapons and our shields!”
The station began to come to life. An eerie blue glow began to surround the planet and the station itself. However, as soon as the hive ships positioned themselves, they began to fire. Blue orbs of energy streaked across space at the station. As the commander saw the incoming weapons, he realized the magnitude of the attack. Annihilation.
The station was struck in key components and it gave away to the repetitive fire power. In minutes, the station was destroyed and it died in an explosion that was even visible to those on the surface of the planet. The blue orbital shield around the planet began to dissolve and dissipate. It was obviously maintained by the station. The planet was notified of the attack, but there was little they could do. The hive ships and cruisers marched to the planet’s orbit as thousands of thousands of small pointed fighters poured out towards the planet.
Our same little boy found himself stopping after hearing from another that the glorious station that had protected against the onslaught of their former rivals, the Manerans, had been destroyed in minutes. Instinct told him to turn around and he did so obediently. The look on his face described the situation. “Clouds” of dark locust like ships blotted the sky and were headed towards the city. A faint humming was heard in the distance and it slowly and painfully increased as the enemy approached. He heard the screaming of few and the shouting of many. People began to panic and walk the other way. Their walks turned into anxious jogs that turned into frantic sprints. The outline of a larger ship became visible as it became clear that it was directly above the large city. The clouds gave the cruiser a lighter appearance but took nothing away from the frightening appeal.
A humming sound of the darts engulfed the city. The boy smiled for the first time in a while when he noticed that the city defences had been activated. Large energy pulses were fired on to the target and fighter jets were launched. The pulses hit the ship and the ship showed no clear indication of a shield and an indication of taking damage. However, the cruiser began its bombardment of the surface and the same weapons that destroyed the station began to demolish the city. The city was in complete panic and defences seemed useless. The fighter jets were easily outmaneuvered, outshot and slowed than the darts. The darts constantly managed to teleport the pilot out of their ships, rendering their jets useless. The countermeasures, in all, seemed futile.
The darts, like a great tsunami wave, swept the burning city and “beamed” its citizens. Even though the darts lacked a shield like the cruiser that watched overhead, they made up for it in their numbers. Thousands of darts covered the city and ensuring that they had properly “salted” the “farmland”. They culled the humans like a herd and destroyed anything that seemed to have technological value. However, no one saw the enemy. The enemy remained in their ships and even when shot down, took pleasure in taking down a defense turret or fighter jet. This kamikaze dedication brought fear instantly into the humans. They were fighting a silent enemy that had not even revealed its physical form, if it even had one. Conventionally, the fittest managed to hide well. It seemed like evolution was taking another toll on the planet as survival of the fittest became the only surviving law. Similar attacks took place on other cities on the planet. Resistance just seemed futile.
In a day, all was lost. The planet surface had been razed to rubble and millions of people had been culled. There were survivors, but the aggressors seemed unconcerned with them. The darts loaded back into the cruisers and the hostile threat vanished into a hyperspace window as quick as they had arrived. And that was the end of the Athosian civilization.
The story will not be taking place in chronological order.
Prologue:
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...
Silence outlines the orbit of an inhabited planet. This terran planet gives residence to an advanced race of humans in which their achievements is clearly evident in the number and magnificence of the structures that embellish the planet’s surface. The humans scurry on with their normal lives, pursuing their mundane life goals and small ships, that transport them from place to place, spot the horizon.
A small dark-brown haired boy of a peach skin color, clad in navy blue, stops his journey to catch his breath. He looks around him to notice the hectic nature of his civilization as people and flying automobiles continue their paths. He notices that the tall, skyscraping buildings composed of a glass like material reflects the transient blue sky. The boy looks up into sky, raises his right eyebrow and wonders how today would be different than other days. He sighs because he knows it will not. Unknowing to him, today will be different than other days.
In the distance and far from the orbit of the planet, a large space station guards the planet. It is composed of the same material as the buildings of the sanctuary below but it is not as smooth. Its purpose seems to be “to idle” but its true function seems unknown.
In moments, a blue-green hyperspace window opens in the distance of the planet and the station. Five large dark-green organic-looking motherships exit the hyperspace portal and set a course for the station. The station immediately goes on alert and attempts to hail the incoming ships. No response. Another attempt is made to communicate with the intruders. No response. The ships each begin to split into smaller pieces. Each ship seems to have three cruiser type ships attached and they position themselves around the station. The station, of course, is far from full alert. It was caught off guard and weapons and shields have not even been loaded.
The human commander was sitting in his private quarters when he had been alerted that unknown ships approached the station. As he hurried to the control room, traveling through the blue-crystalline corridors of the station, he began to panic. His long dark brown hair began to show signs of sweat and exhaustion. He should have been prepared for this type of encounter. But no one could really blame since their society had not encountered a hostile threat in centuries and these ships could not be identified by their databases.
“They are not of this galaxy”. He quickly concluded when he saw an open visual of the ships approaching but realized that even if they were, it would not help the situation. The intruders obviously seemed to have some type of malicious intent or the incapability to reply to radio halts. “Activate the planet’s orbital shield. Load weapons and our shields!”
The station began to come to life. An eerie blue glow began to surround the planet and the station itself. However, as soon as the hive ships positioned themselves, they began to fire. Blue orbs of energy streaked across space at the station. As the commander saw the incoming weapons, he realized the magnitude of the attack. Annihilation.
The station was struck in key components and it gave away to the repetitive fire power. In minutes, the station was destroyed and it died in an explosion that was even visible to those on the surface of the planet. The blue orbital shield around the planet began to dissolve and dissipate. It was obviously maintained by the station. The planet was notified of the attack, but there was little they could do. The hive ships and cruisers marched to the planet’s orbit as thousands of thousands of small pointed fighters poured out towards the planet.
Our same little boy found himself stopping after hearing from another that the glorious station that had protected against the onslaught of their former rivals, the Manerans, had been destroyed in minutes. Instinct told him to turn around and he did so obediently. The look on his face described the situation. “Clouds” of dark locust like ships blotted the sky and were headed towards the city. A faint humming was heard in the distance and it slowly and painfully increased as the enemy approached. He heard the screaming of few and the shouting of many. People began to panic and walk the other way. Their walks turned into anxious jogs that turned into frantic sprints. The outline of a larger ship became visible as it became clear that it was directly above the large city. The clouds gave the cruiser a lighter appearance but took nothing away from the frightening appeal.
A humming sound of the darts engulfed the city. The boy smiled for the first time in a while when he noticed that the city defences had been activated. Large energy pulses were fired on to the target and fighter jets were launched. The pulses hit the ship and the ship showed no clear indication of a shield and an indication of taking damage. However, the cruiser began its bombardment of the surface and the same weapons that destroyed the station began to demolish the city. The city was in complete panic and defences seemed useless. The fighter jets were easily outmaneuvered, outshot and slowed than the darts. The darts constantly managed to teleport the pilot out of their ships, rendering their jets useless. The countermeasures, in all, seemed futile.
The darts, like a great tsunami wave, swept the burning city and “beamed” its citizens. Even though the darts lacked a shield like the cruiser that watched overhead, they made up for it in their numbers. Thousands of darts covered the city and ensuring that they had properly “salted” the “farmland”. They culled the humans like a herd and destroyed anything that seemed to have technological value. However, no one saw the enemy. The enemy remained in their ships and even when shot down, took pleasure in taking down a defense turret or fighter jet. This kamikaze dedication brought fear instantly into the humans. They were fighting a silent enemy that had not even revealed its physical form, if it even had one. Conventionally, the fittest managed to hide well. It seemed like evolution was taking another toll on the planet as survival of the fittest became the only surviving law. Similar attacks took place on other cities on the planet. Resistance just seemed futile.
In a day, all was lost. The planet surface had been razed to rubble and millions of people had been culled. There were survivors, but the aggressors seemed unconcerned with them. The darts loaded back into the cruisers and the hostile threat vanished into a hyperspace window as quick as they had arrived. And that was the end of the Athosian civilization.