Moon Orbit

@Burning Kitty
"If by warp you mean hyperdrive technology, the Tau'ri are already capable of interstellar travel, despite it not being of their own design." The Tok'ra provided.


The Prometheus shields dropped in order to allow them to beam aboard, intending to return to earth orbit and beam them down directly to the conference room, where General Hammond, SG-1 and the Tok'ra who had arrived earlier were waiting.

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Initial point of arrival

The lower portion of the Ha'tak engaged by the Kuriotes was glowing red and orange. As it slowly turned to face their pursuer more chunks of hull and armor plating became dislodged, the ship being in bad shape after the tactical strike done by the USS Creed. Its shields now partially recharged, soaked up the first few shots before collapsing again. Another volley of plasma bombardment struck the central structure of pyramid. The lights covering the secondary structure around the pyramid itself flickered and then died off completely as the ship began slowly tumbling through space.
Although not fully destroyed the ship was now disabled, no longer able to retaliate in any way.

Closer to the arrival location the final Ha'tak of the original four that had arrived with Anubis' flagship began breaking apart under the combined attacks of the Endeavor and Starlight Lance.

While the battle raged on, points in space, seemingly at random, distorted violently. Gravitational anomalies began permeating throughout the area, putting great stress on the hulls of all ships present. Only the Kuriotes and the disabled Ha'tak were spared from these aberrations as they were far enough from the main combat zone.

The subspace tares which were the original culprit for the amalgamation of ships from various realities bore a secondary effect. Ruptures in space itself appeared in the form of expanding spheres, the surface of these round objects seemingly reflecting space around. Or rather reflecting the space of a completely different locations.
As some the spheres expanded without warning many ships were swallowed by them. Only the Endeavor, the Starlight Lance, the now returning Ahel and most of the agile fighters were lucky enough not to be immediately engulfed by these orbs.

Amidst the gravitational distortions all three ships would find themselves unable to jump to FTL speeds, while the Starlight Lance additionally lost contact with its hyperspace probes.

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Pel'tak

Aboard his flagship, Anubis angrily watched in silence as his chances of recovering the individual now on-board the Venator-class diminished by the second.

The lights on the Pel'tak flickered, the strain on the power grid supporting the shield becoming evident.
"Enough!" Anubis shouted at the second prime. "It is time to leave."

"Understood, my lord." The second prime tapped on the console before him.

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Anubis' flagship accelerated quickly towards the blueish glow that was the hyperspace window, and then vanished, not even bothering to recall the few remaining fighters still in combat.

In response to the anomalies forming, the still functional Ha'taks belonging to the other faction also opened their own hyperspace windows and fled the scene.

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@Lmpkio
Aboard the Endeavor a group of Clone Troopers patrolling a hallway near the forward hangar of the ship ran into a person wearing a black cloak. The man used one of the walls as support, seemingly weak on his feet.

"Help me." He said in weak voice, covering half of his face with one hand. The Clone Troopers would quickly identify the man as Chancellor Palpatine.
Behind his hand, the other half of his face was white and deformed, eye visibly yellow as opposed to his other blue one.

The Chancellor managed to take a few more steps before collapsed to his knees just as the ship shook violently under the gravitational influence it was under.

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@Sep@Assallya

Subspace all around where Janus had decided to position his new arrivals crackled with energy, the subspace tare creating cascading waves spreading outwards from the tear faster and faster, forming occasional nodules.

"This is all your doing, Janus." A voice said.
"Your recklessness could have ended the entire galaxy." Another voice came.
"And it may still do so. Whatever may emerged from these openings, you'll be forced to watch powerlessly." A third said.

"This is your punishment." A great number of voices spoke in unison.

"Perhaps what I have done was wrong. But at least I chose to do something." Janus responded.

The nodes in subspace manifested themselves as more spheres in space, wormholes. Connecting them to untold places and realities. However these wormholes were a one way ticket much alike the Stargate created by the ancients. Whatever came through could not return through the same one.

Many of these wormholes appeared and then quickly vanished again, yet two of them remained open.
Each one ejecting a ship into space.
A one and a half kilometer long carrier and a much smaller wooden vessel suddenly found themselves floating through unknown space.

"Like I said people who have not invented warp technology. If a species is given it or stole it, they aren't ready by the definition of the directive but I have little choice at this point." Frye escorted the Tok'Ra to transporter room. On their way she contacted her First Officer. "Layla you have the bridge. All the guests and I are going to go see this Prometheus off our bow." Layla raised an eyebrow at the name of the ship. Layla found it more than a little coincidental that a ship named Prometheus greeted a Prometheus class ship.



In sickbay the guests in the armor. Reluctantly put their armor back on using the holographic suit machines their engineer had made with the computer's help. They arrived at the transporter room at the same time as Captain Frye and the Tok'ra. "These armored individuals are guests aboard the ship. We rescued them shortly before chaos broke out they are new to this universe as well. While you and the crew of the Prometheus have been nice enough so far, I would prefer to have a personal guard watching my back." Her personal guard knew that if she didn't come back they didn't either and most likely would mean the same fate happens to them as her. "If you all will follow me we will be on the other ship in a matter of moments." They all stepped on to the transporter pad and were beamed over.

Commander Hutch pushed himself up of the central console, the lights dimmed as an alarm buzzed through the ship declaring an alert. They were expecting to jump into the middle of a fight afterall, the Cylons were raiding some of the outer colonies and the Columbia along with her sister the Galactica was tasked with kicking those toasters back to where they came from. Something wasn't right with the jump however, it was rarely as violent. Sure, the first jump as a greenie tossed you up a little bit but every officer in this CIC was experienced through combat, they shouldn't have been thrown all over the place like a bunch of rookies. He looked up at the DRADIS console, just as it blipped an unidentified signal into existence, something tiny, barely bigger than a shuttle right off the portside of the Columbia.

"Launch alert Vipers! Tactical-"

"Go!"

"-Get me a line on Galactica, and contact navigation I need to know where we are. This doesn't seem right."

Colonel Ryan Waldens voice entered the fray, audible over the frantic goings on of all the other officers around them. "Where's the whole gods damn fleet. Where's the Galactica?!"

"I don't know sir, we're not getting any colonial IDs-" Anders put her hand to her earpiece before speaking again "-Alert Vipers report that the vessel doesn't visually appear like Cylons. They're moving in closer to the one near us, they say it's tiny."

Alex nodded as he turned to face Anders. "Ship-to-ship Colonial priority one channel, hostile challenge and ID. Push the reply through the speakers."

"Fire aft cannons right at her deck! See if we can spook the crew."

Immediately, one of the crew bellowed the order into one of the brass speaking tubes that led down to the gun deck while Galen Aldwin examined the illusion surrounding him as he stood within the castle of the Graven Peril examining the situation. Beside him, a miniaturized version of their wooden vessel hung, seemingly stationary, sails taut as it ran. Behind it, an Elven Man'o'War, her verdant leaves completely unfurled and gaining on the smaller ship. Invisibility would not work here. This Elven ship of the line would surely have their own magicians ready to either see through it or dispel it. The Graven Peril, a Brigantine, was faster, and fleeing. It was drawing away from the Man'o'war but too slowly.

Balls of fire, hurled from the pursuing fleet's chase cannons splashed across the ship's magical shields. Desperately, Galen peered across the deck, examining the illusion that had been cast for him. Not every captain did this. Most stood beside the scrying sconce and peered down into its depths but the Elven woman standing there was doing this for him.

"There," he articulated, gesturing with his hand as he strode through the illusion, "Helm, descend here. Straight into the planet as steep as you can manage.

"Tell Durgan that we'll need to change out the circle. I want an air elemental in there.

"Ready sails! Prepare to reef! Secure catapults and ballista!"

-and thus it began. Galen always marveled at the way ship combat worked. Sailors moved like ants, scurrying about the ship, doing a thousand small details. So much preparation for what always amounted to just a few seconds. In a way, he saw it like spell casting. Tens of minutes spent moving energies, shaping them into forms and tying them off so that later one could utter several arcane words and provide a flourish to bring all that power crashing down.

In several short minutes the planet before them was looming in the wide bay windows of the castle. The helmsman leaned into the helm, diving the Graven Peril into the planet's atmosphere.

"Reef sails! All hands. Brace. Brace. Brace."

"Sir!" the helmsman called out, "The Helm!"

Galen stepped backwards, out of the illusion and helped pull backwards on the ship's wheel. The Peril fought hard against them, fighting them, not wanting to pull out of the dive. The ship was streaming light as flames washed over the ship's shields.

"What in the nine hells!" he called out as the Graven Peril plunged and the world became washed in light. The illusion of the world around them winked out of existence and Galen looked over towards the elven woman, seeing her and a half dozen other spectral images of her as she was being split into a hundred blurring shadows. Galen looked back to see the same of himself, of being pulled apart at the celestial seams. The forms separated and he watched himself walk towards sconce, then towards the window, being flung backwards. He heard heard a horrific cracking sound as the hull gave way and one of his selves was hurled into the blazing fire that surrounded the disintegrating ship. Clasping his head he bent over and finally, mercifully blacked out.

***

The Graven Peril burst out into the endless void between worlds, the crew shaken. It was seemingly without power. Galen awoke, feeling a weight upon his body. He opened his eyes, seeing only the sole of a woman's bare foot. Gently he grasped the woman's leg by the ankle and lifted it aside. Assallya, his ambassador and confidence woman, was flat on her back, unconscious atop him. He slapped gently at her thigh until she awakened.

"By Sharess' tits," she murmured as she drowsily awoke, "What was that?"

"I'm as trapped in a drow's cavern as you are," he replied as he helped her rise, "Check on Daren. See if he's hale."

Galen arose and peered out the large bay windows to see the stars lazily drifting to the right. Then, before his eyes, emerging from the edge of the left most window was something that obscured the stars. He watched in wonderment as the vessel, what seemed to be as solid as a brick, black as charcoal and the size of a large town came into view. Where were the sails? It was massive and to his eyes, seemingly dwarven. That would explain why he couldn't see any crew.

"I think we need to have a conference..." Galen said as he peered out the window.



It took only ten minutes to come to a conclusion on their next action. They were trapped in empty space and who knew how far away from the nearest ley line. As a result they were becalmed. They needed help. If this was a dwarven ship, or something like it, it could perhaps move under its own power.

The occupants of the other vessel, as was seen through the scrying pool, seemed strange to them. It had taken several minutes of scrying to figure out where their command and control structure was situated and that was mostly by scrying up and down corridors following people that looked like they may be important.

Finally, they were ready and while Antilus, the wizened old mage held the scrying image steady Assallya began to cast her own spell, projecting her image through the water, across space and into the strange headquarters of the not-dwarven vessel.

The elven woman, arrayed in loose silks slowly manifested. She didn't want her image to simply pop into existence. She wanted them to notice her slowly coming into being like a ghost coming out of the ether. That way she would give them a chance to adjust to the sudden intrusion. She was a beautiful woman, with long slender limbs, smooth pale skin and a number of jewels. Bracelets adorned her wrists, anklets were on her ankles and she was barefoot like one of the ancient oracles of Kobol. She had the countenance of a goddess with a small tapered chin and almond shaped eyes. Long mascaraed lashes regarded the Command and Control area of the Columbia and she smiled gently. Keeping her arms apart, long fingers splayed, she assumed as non-hostile a pose as she could imagine. It wouldn't do if these people accidentally cast a spell and consumed one another with fire.

"Greetings strangers," the image said in their own language as it became more and more solid, "Be at peace. I am not truly here. My name is Assa'Alliyeh Kressanthair and I represent the ship listing off your port side. We mean you no harm. In truth, we are in desperate need of your aid."

Upon exiting the wormhole, Korvux is immediately astounded by all the sights in this new space. "How interesting." He thinks to himself, the Overseer beginning to float and fly about the interstellar stage. His entourage of Guardians and Devourers follow suit, ready to intercept any would-be attackers, however he makes no move to attack anything yet. Instead, the mutated Zerg watches, waits, seeing who he should ally and who he should destroy. His tentacles curl in anticipation of new knowledge and things to create as a mental chuckle responds across his synaptic link, causing his minions to hiss in tandem.

Marines jumped from their position at the doors as the figure started to appear before them. They moved on front of the commander, arms over his chest and pushing him back. They didn't fire however, they weren't even sure what they would be firing on. Hutch pushed his way past the marines. "Stand down gods damn it." This wasn't the time for rash action, there was still that strange ship off to their portside, and the fact that they had no idea where they were. So far navigation had yet to identify any nearby stars or solar systems, that meant they were probably well beyond the red line. That meant they were in unknown space, something that the Columbia wasn't exactly prepared for. Something that the war effort didn't really need to happen right now. The apparation of the woman was something to truly behold, beautiful in her own way. She looked like what some people portrayed the Lords of Kobol to look like.

The similarity was striking.

As she spoke she said her name, and requested aid. Hutch stepped forward. "I'm Commander Alexander Hutch of the Battlestar Columbia. We've been trying to hail you, our Vipers are the vessels eyeing yours. We will consider your request for aide if you tell us what your vessel is and where we are. Our sister ship the Galactica and fleet are currently engaged in a major offensive, we need to return to her side as quickly as possible. Many lives are at risk." He couldn't trust this woman if she even was a woman, that was for sure. Though he hadn't said anything as of yet that was secretive, and he'd maybe just gain some information or insight into what was going on.

Aboard the ship named Prometheus Frye, along with her four guards, and the Tok'ra agent materialized. To their credit the four guards each scanned the room for threats with their weapons raised. Frye wasn't sure what kind of training they had but they at least were decent guards, she was curious to see those strange weapons in action. "Seems transporting over here was faster than they could send someone to greet us." She pulled out her tricorder and scanned their armor and weapons. She read the readouts her tricorder from her T.E.D. "Interesting."

The reporters were becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of information, they started making demands. Hassan sent out a ship wide message to the reporters and told her that as soon as the Captain was back she would personally inform them all about everything she knows. She hoped the captain brought back some information. In the meantime she gave them all the data they had on the various ships they encountered so far, none of it was classified yet.

Kuriotes

Valeran wore a satisfied smirk as the vessel they had targeted was disabled, left adrift and unable to fight back. The fighting still carried on to some degree, and they were left to decide what to do now. It would be easy enough to finish off this ship and move on, though their assistance hardly seemed needed in the battle. There were more than enough combatants on both sides to keep each other occupied.

Before she could do anything, Retris spoke up. "I'm picking up multiple gravitational anomalies forming in the immediate area. We seem to be out of their radius but I don't know how long that will last." Her projections showed what she was saying, red bubbles of space where gravity had been changed appearing and engulfing many of the ships present. Meanwhile, the rest of the ships in the area began to flee, leaving them alone for now.

Though nothing was said, she knew that the crew were looking to her for directions. There was no point in staying here, no way home that they could see. Yet they also had the opportunity to learn more about where they had ended up. It was an opportunity she would be foolish to pass by. "Retris, begin looking for a functional Phase Space Jump to a nearby system, and keep an eye on those gravitational anomalies. If they expand, we need to be prepared to leave, and there is no use in remaining in deep space."

"Understood," Retries agreed, console flickering as she focused and began looking for Jump Routes.

Valeran then turned to the other matter at hand, tapping into their communications to the disabled vessel that remained nearby. "Disabled ship, surrender your vessel and deliver yourself to the will of the Unity. Do so and you will receive fair treatment. Refuse, and you shall be destroyed."

Time to see how difficult they made this for her.

The elven woman aboard the Graven Peril turned to look at something, drawing attention to her gently pointed ears and the jeweled chains dangling from the piercings. She was listening to something that Commander Hutch could not see. Most likely receiving some form of instruction.

"We apologize for missing your hails. We have been watching for your signals with our glasses but we have seen not a single soul flying flags on your decks, nor have we even been able to identify any open decks upon your forgeship.

"We are the rebellion vessel, the Graven Peril, sworn to bring down the Elven Menace. We have vital information that could turn the tide in our fight for freedom. However, like yourselves, despite our best use of sextants we don't recognize any of these stars and can't find our way home.

On behalf of my captain and all his crew we offer you safe passage aboard our vessel to meet us. Then, if you would be so kind as to tow us to a ley line."

Hutch raised his eyebrow as he looked over at Walden. Elven vessel? Had they seriously somehow come across elves?

"We didn't have anyone flying flags outside-" He signaled to the entire room. "-We're unable to breathe outside without suits, signal flags haven't been used for generations. We were considering signal lights however you appeared before we could attempt that."

He looked up at the DRADIS console. "If you need passage somewhere, I can't offer a 'tow' as such. It does look however that your vessel is small enough to dock in one of our flight pods. I am afraid I'm not too sure what a ley line is however. "

The elven woman looked briefly confused by the inability to breathe without suits but seemed to take it in stride. She peered to the side again. Something that she actually didn't need to do as the image was generated entirely within her own imagination but she found the action engendered trust. She listened to the invisible person for a moment.

"My apologies," she blonde woman said, "My captain wishes to thank you on behalf of our crew for your offer and then to advise you that we shall be slipping boats into the void to pull the Graven Peril into these 'flight pods'. That is the cavernous aperture along the side correct?"