Chapter 8

  Back on Hala, worried Asgard began coming out of the various buildings wondering what had happened to the Replicators. The puzzled look on their faces quickly turned to cheers as Amos Fyree walked outside to greet Hala’s citizenry. Walking up to Amos’s position was none other than Kvasir still holding his disrupter. “Heil! Amos Fyree, shouted Kvasir, the others have returned home after seeing all the Replicators turned to dust. The colony is saved, all thanks to you!” A tall beam of light pierced Hala’s cloudy skies carrying none other than Commander Freyr. “Greetings, Amos and Kvasir, I managed to fix my ship’s transporters,” spoke Freyr as he walked up to the two heroes. From every corner of Hala, cheering crowds began to gather around Amos Fyree, Freyr and Kvasir. Hundreds came out to see the heroes who saved Hala from destruction.

  When word reached Othalla that Hala had been saved, and that the member of SG1 from the future had been the one responsible, Penegal – Chancellor of the Asgard High Council – put celebrations in order to welcome the would-be hero back to the capital. Indeed, joyous cheers could be heard down the promenade of Othalla as Amos Fyree triumphantly walked towards the High Council chamber. As he walked inside, he was handed a bouquet by the attendant and ushered into Gladsheim.

  “Order… Order… Order in this Great Hall, this chamber is now in session,” belted Penegal as his towering voice calmed down the chamber. “Amos Fyree, welcome back to Othalla; because of you, Hala has been saved and we now have an effective tool to defeat the Replicators, even as we speak our forces have driven back the Replicators to the edge of extinction. The Asgard Empire is in your debt. Cheers of applause echoed once more for Asgard’s would-be hero.

  As the cheers subsided, Penegal raised his hand to restore silence, his expression grave yet hopeful. “I have been informed that we are witnessing a historic moment. For the first time in millions of years, a human has gazed into the well of the Ancient’s knowledge and emerged unscathed. Is this true, young Amos?” The words hung in the air, igniting a flurry of whispers among the gathered Asgard.

  “Yes, High Chancellor, it is,” responded Amos. Each member of the Asgard High Council looked at each other and began to speak privately amongst themselves. “It was foretold long ago that one day humanity would be ready to accept the mantle of the Ancients and carry on in their legacy to ensure peace and stability throughout the universe. These events that have transpired over the last few days only affirm that prophecy. Indeed, humanity has once again established themselves as the Fifth Race.

  All over the sacred hall of the Asgard, the people gave a standing ovation to Penegal’s words and the deeds of Amos Fyree. Even the Asgard High Council, the most stoic of their race, stood to recognize this historic feat. Many wondered amongst themselves, if this revelation signified the return of the Ancients. The entire time while this was happening, Amos could do nothing but smile.

  The meeting came to a close, and the air was thick with the scent of triumph as celebrations erupted throughout the vibrant capital. Amos Fyree found himself the recipient of an unexpected reward: a sprawling penthouse that soared above the ocean, its expansive windows capturing breathtaking views of the sunset over the waves. Within his new abode awaited an Asgard computer core, sleek and sophisticated, a virtual tablet that shimmered with possibilities, and a matter converter, a wondrous device that could transmute materials at will.

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  The Asgard were still hesitant to contact Stargate Command about the existence of Amos Fyree, the member of SG1 from the future. They believed that acting too hastily could result in a nasty temporal causality that could have devastating consequences for both the Asgard and the people of Earth. What would Earth do if they knew one of their own came back in time with information that could shift the power dynamics in three galaxies.

  The Asgard were keen on preventing any further ripples throughout the timeline. Amos, however, knew it was already too late for that. Hala being saved, the Replicators defeated, even him downloading the knowledge of the Ancients were all events that simply did not happen in his timeline. Even though he saved the Asgard from the Replicators, they would still die out several years later due to their ongoing issues with cloning. If Amos was here to stay, it would be better for him to work for a better future, not the one he had come from. Armed with Dr. Jackson’s SGC mission reports, as well as the knowledge of the Ancients, he could do some serious good in the past. Maybe Penegal was right and these events would lead to the return of the Ancients. Even still, how was Amos going to convince the Asgard High Council to let him change the future? As he sunk into the plush comforts of his penthouse, lost in thought about the path ahead, he received a sudden knock on the door.

  “Greetings Amos, it is I Freyr,” Freyr walked into the large spartan Penthouse the Asgard High Council gave Amos and greeted his new viking comrade.

  “Hey, Freyr what’s good?” Amos responded. “Why much is good Amos Fyree you saved all of Asgard!” spoke the grey commander.

  “The best Asgard scientists have taken your new device and made a satellite capable of whipping out the Replicators from the entire galaxy. Pretty soon, the Replicators will be no more,” Freyr explained.

  “Not yet,” said Amos. “What do you mean, not yet, Amos Fyree?” asked Freyr worryingly.

  Amos walked over to the large bed by his window, grabbed his pillow and sat down.

  “No, you’re nowhere near killing all the Replicators. The real Replicators aren’t even in this galaxy – they’re on a planet called Asuras in deep in Pegasus.”

  Freyr, moved by this information, inquired more about Asuras.

  “Amos, are the Replicators in Pegasus a threat?” he asked.

  “Well no, not to you per se. They were a huge threat to Earth and the Atlantis Expedition for several years, however. If they knew you were here and possessed a weapon that could annihilate them, they would come to Othalla and wipe you all out.

  Unlike the spider form replicators, they possess all of the greatest knowledge and technology of the Ancients. In a prolonged war, not even the anti replicator disrupter would work because they possess the means to develop an immunity from its continual use,” warned Amos.

  Freyr’s eyes widened with this knowledge and the grey alien moved closer to Amos, sitting beside him on his bedside. “What is it that you suggest we do, then Amos Fyree?” Freyr asked.

  Amos sat in contemplation, exhaling deeply as thoughts of the Replicators in Pegasus occupied his mind. Despite being a future adversary to Earth, the Replicators had not once posed a threat to the Asgard. Yet, as he reflected on the remarkable events of his brief time in the past, he couldn't help but consider the immense good he could achieve with Lantean technology at his fingertips. The potential of harnessing the Ancients’ vast knowledge could lead to a substantial transformation of the future.

  He recognized the risks of involving the Asgard with the Asurans, given their technological superiority. However, the rewards—the wealth of knowledge and power within that galaxy—promised significant advancements that could enhance the lives of the Asgard and the people of Earth alike. With the Ancients' wisdom and their advanced technology, Amos believed he might even discover a way to shield the Asgard from extinction.

  Amos drew in a deep breath, tilting his gaze toward the drab, gray ceiling that seemed to loom above him like an oppressive cloud. His mind buzzed with swirling thoughts, a tempest of uncertainty and wild ideas, yet silence enveloped him. He contemplated the words that danced on the tip of his tongue—a reckless outburst that could alter not just the destiny of Asgard but also that of Earth and the countless lives across the cosmos.

  With a sudden spark of conviction, he turned to Freyr, his eyes alight with unyielding determination.

  “It’s simple, Freyr. We go to Pegasus!”