Chapter 23
Nearly a month had passed since Amos, Reva, and Freyr had arrived on Taranis. After all this time, they were finally finished fixing the Lantean Warship as well as perfecting their duplication technology. For the first time in over 10,000 years a Lantean warship had been built and was now ready for service. In a spirit of celebration High Chancellor Lycus ordered a special ceremony be held to commemorate this momentous occasion.
In the expansive, open-air courtyard of the High Chancellor’s manor, an eclectic mix of guests gathered to honor a day of great significance. Lycus was there and so was Jamus representing their respective communities. The air buzzed with anticipation, a palpable energy that signaled the arrival of Taranis's and Arkology’s elite. Figures from all tiers of society blended together—workers and project personnel donned their fresh starfleet uniforms with pride, mingling with prominent dignitaries and influential leaders who had come to witness the occasion.
The crème de la crème from Taranis and Arkology presented themselves in garments of luxurious fabric, each trying to outshine the other in a silent contest of elegance. Among them were Penegal and representatives of the Asgard High Council, weaving their way through the throng, exchanging measured smiles and nods. Traders from far-flung worlds and diplomatic delegations had also arrived, drawn by the allure of innovation, keen to uncover the marvels conceived by the brilliant minds gathered on Taranis.
A lavish spread of wine, hors d’oeuvres, and exquisite human delicacies occupied tables around the courtyard, beckoning the guests to partake in the celebration. The atmosphere was alive with laughter and animated conversations, underscored by the enchanting melodies emanating from a band of musicians. They played their stringed instruments, each note a hypnotic reminder of the rich culture of the Pegasus galaxy. Such gatherings had become rare in recent times, stifled by the lurking menace of the Wraith at the Horizon, which had cast a shadow over the hearts of many.
Yet, as glasses clinked and smiles brightened, this celebration whispered a promise: that through resilience and unity, a brighter future was within reach if only they chose to fight for it. The event was more than a commemoration; it was a beacon of hope in uncertain times, rekindling the spirit of joy and aspiration in the hearts of those who dared to dream.
“Hello, Amos Fyree,” a soft voice rose up to meet the tender ears of Amos as he was perusing the sea of guests. It was Penegal, High Chancellor of the Asgard High Council. As Penegal approached Amos at the ceremony Amos turned to greet the aged leader of the Asgard, “You have achieved wonders, Amos Fyree. Not only have you found advanced technologies to help us in our fight against the Goa'uld, but you’ve made an alliance that stretches across the stars.” Penegal took a moment to show Amos the crowd filled with people from all over the Pegasus galaxy.
“So have you decided a name,” Penegal asked.
Amos, looking confused, squinted at Penegal and responded, “A name, for what?”
Penegal shook his head and said, “A name for our new alliance.”
Amos never considered giving the new alliance a name. Eons ago there was an alliance of four great races, and that embodiment proved to be the alliance’s name as well. In fact, Amos didn’t even consider that this alliance would be that great at all. In the future where he came from Earth tried to make an alliance of races. For a while, Earth, the Tok'ra, the Free Jaffa, and the Asgard formed an alliance to fight the Goa’uld. However, over the course of the Goa’uld war this alliance fell apart and the dream of a united front faded into memory. The Atlantis Expedition as well, joined their own alliance; a coalition of worlds in the Pegasus Galaxy taken shape after the power vacuum left by the Wraith. Yet, as Amos gazed out over the throngs of hopeful hearts and kindred spirits, he couldn't help but wonder if this gathering could blossom into something far greater than any past endeavor.
Would the Ancient Lanteans approve of him hijacking their legacy and building something new to unite the human race? Would Stargate Command? Still, the commissioning of this new ship – the first Lantean Warship reconstructed since the end of the Ancient’s war against the Wraith – illustrated this galaxy’s yearning to take hold of the lost memory of their ancestors and use it to forge a brighter tomorrow. As Amos thought about Penegal’s question, Lycus, the High Chancellor, motioned Amos that it was time for the ceremony to begin.
Amos Fyree, wearing his signature uniform reminiscent of Captain James Tiberius Kirk, tapped his wine glass eagerly trying to get the attendee’s attention. As the music and voices slowly faded away into nothing, Amos approached the edge of the stage and prepared to address the crowd.
“May I have your attention please, May I have your attention please! I have been informed by Chancellor Lycus that it is time to begin the ceremony, please everyone settle down,” said Amos as he got everyone’s attention.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please. For those of you who don’t know who I am, my name is Amos Fyree.” A wave of cheers and enthusiastic whoops erupted from the gathering, filling the air with energy.
“We are on the cusp of something new. What we have achieved here today will go down in history! For the first time in over 10,000 years hope has returned to this galaxy!” Cheers of joy and excitement reverberated throughout the crowd.
“To the incredible people of Taranis, I can't thank you enough for the warmth and hospitality you've shown us! You've opened your homes to us, welcoming strangers with open arms, and together, we’ve brought life back to that ancient vessel that has united so many of us here today. To the brilliant minds of Arkology, a huge shoutout for your ingenuity and innovation—no amount of ancient knowledge could have tackled this challenge without your unique ideas and fantastic perspectives! And to the Asgard, I’m endlessly grateful for your amazing resources, cutting-edge technology, and unwavering support for humanity; without you, none of this would be possible!
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And finally, to everyone gathered here with us today, thank you for being part of this ceremony and celebrating this extraordinary occasion with us! What we’ve accomplished over the past month showcases just how much we can achieve when we unite for a common purpose. Our common struggles—whether you hail from this galaxy or another—have given rise to a common purpose. For the past month, we’ve focused on fixing this ship, but now it has transformed into something much more than that. Now we have created a common identity. After today we must do everything in our power to keep this momentum going, and continue to forge a common bond between ourselves and those scattered throughout our respective galaxies.”
“Ten millennia ago, in the ancient city of Atlantis, our ancestors bravely gave their all to shield this galaxy from the unyielding scourge of the Wraith. They may not have triumphed, but they left behind this ship and this military base it rests upon. Together they stand as a testament to their enduring legacy and the grand civilization they shepherded for over a million years. Though Atlantis and its vibrant culture are now memories of a forgotten past, their tale lingers on into our uncertain future
In the face of our common challenges, we find ourselves compelled to forge a common purpose and carve out a common identity. Today, as we gather to honor this ship, we acknowledge it as a guiding light that illuminates our path from the splendor of our ancestors to the uncertain yet promising future that lies ahead. This vessel embodies not only their legacy but ours as well. Indeed, it has emerged from our common trials, strengthened by our common resolve, and stands as a declaration of who we are. This ship signifies not merely the achievements of our forebears, but all that we aspire to become as a unified people.”
“A few moments ago Chancellor Penegal of the Asgard asked me what the name of our new alliance should be. At first, I didn’t think we needed a name but after seeing all of your lovely faces and bright colorful uniforms I guess a name is something we desperately need,” said Amos as the crowd erupted in laughter.
Amos briefly paused to gather his words as the weight of this moment flooded the ceremony. He then looked out at the enormous crowd and continued speaking.
“After speaking with you all this evening, and understanding the weight of our Ancestors, I’ve finally come up with a name for our new alliance. Therefore, without further ado, could everyone please raise your glasses with me as we toast the beginning of our Common Destiny.”
All over the Chancellor's manner attendees began raising their glasses as they stood in desperate anticipation for the revealing of the new name their alliance would be receiving. Then in a loud voice Amos Fyree, with his glass held high, opened his mouth and made a historical declaration.
“Please join me as we celebrate the Rise of the Lantean Commonwealth.”
All over the courtyard of the High Chancellor’s Manor people erupted with tremendous applause. When the applause died down, Amos quickly motioned for Reva to come forward. She was stunning that night, wearing a black evening gown, black heels, and gold earrings. She had really dressed for the occasion. Everyone thought the two were married because she shared Amos’s name. Surely, this beautiful woman was the perfect mate for Amos Fyree.
“Reva, it’s time,” said Amos. Reva walked over to the location of the Ancient Vessel, neatly perched out on the field beside the High Chancellor’s Manor. It was a humungous vessel, over 1000 km long. Still there was plenty of room out in the open field of Taranis next to the Chancellor’s abode. As she approached the vessel, she adjusted her wrist matter converters; two black bracelets elegantly adorned upon her wrist. Out of one bracelet came a Kino, one of the new Kinos made by her, Amos, and the scientists from Arkology. Out of another bracelet came forth a crystal disk. She inserted the disk inside of the Kino and threw the device towards the Lantean vessel. In one minute the Kino scanned the warship and in another minute ten Lantean warships appeared. What was once one, had become many. What had started out as a single vessel, now became an entire fleet.
A profound sense of awe enveloped the crowd, overshadowing the expected cheers and jubilations. The varied worlds represented on Taranis were largely primitive, their societies only just stepping into the age of industry. Before them lay an astonishing array of Ancient warships, magnificent in their scale and craftsmanship; many gazed upon the fleet with eyes wide in disbelief, as if witnessing sorcery woven into the very fabric of reality. Yet the dominant sentiment among them was one of conviction—the Ancestors would soon return! As the moments unfolded, the spectacle cast aside any lingering doubts, stirring a collective belief that these events heralded the dawn of a new golden age.
All of a sudden, bewilderment and confusion took the crowd. “Wait…She’s printing another disk?” said one of the workers from Taranis.
“She’s not done? What else could she be doing now?” said a member of the Asgard High Council.
Amos drew the crowd’s attention again while Reva was preparing, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Reva and I have a gift for you all, something that we’ve been working on in secret for a little while now.”
As soon as Amos had finished speaking, Reva threw the Kino out into the field once more and out of her Kino appeared a Lantean City Ship hovering in midair.
“Oh my god,” screamed an elderly woman nearly fainting.
“It’s an Ancestral City!” yelled another.
Tears of exhilaration cascaded from the eyes of all who beheld this momentous occasion. It was as if the very essence of their dreams had materialized before them. Even the Asgard felt their hearts stirred by the spectacle, for the sight of the Lantean City Ship, majestically hovering above, heralded a new era on the horizon. Just as Penegal had prophesied, the rise of Amos Fyree ignited a chain of events that promised to usher in the return of the Ancients and illuminate the dawn of a magnificent age yet to come.
The ceremony had ended and many of the offworld guests had gated back home. While the chancellor’s staff was hard at work cleaning the courtyard. Lycus, accompanied by an elderly man with grey hair and a plump appearance, approached Amos and Reva, while they were still engaged with some guests.
“Amos, Lady Reva, I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine. His name is Chancellor Druhin, High Chancellor of the planet Hoff,” stated Lycus as he introduced his new acquaintance. Amos and Reva, turned to greet the aged man who stood before them.
“It is a pleasure to meet you both, I wanted to speak with you in private about a medicinal drug my people are creating,” said the aged Chancellor. Amos, interested in this new medicine the people of Hoff had created, urged Druhin to continue. “My people are perfecting a drug that, when taken, can make one immune to Wraith feeding,” said Druhin with great pride in his breath.
Amos and Reva shared a glance then gave Druhin a look of amazement. “We would love to have a copy of this medicine, so we could analyze it ourselves,” said an eager Amos. Druhin reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of the Hoffan Drug and gave it to Amos. Reva printed a Lantean Scanner and meticulously scanned the vial. “Your people would make a fine addition to the Commonwealth we are creating,” said Amos.
Lycus nodded his head in agreement and added, “Druhin and his people have already begged us to join our growing coalition of worlds and after today’s demonstration I believe more worlds will soon join.” Amos shook his hand again, grateful to have met Druhin and urged him to find more worlds willing to join their cause. As the four of them parted ways, Amos sensed a growing sense of hope in their minds that the long night was slowly coming to an end.
