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Chapter 157: The Double Cross Part 3
Chapter 157: The Double Cross Part 3

Alliance Forward Base, PU-9841, February 8th, 2000 (Earth Time)


"So, what's the verdict, Carter?"

The General sounded flippant, but Samantha Carter could tell that he was at least a little nervous behind his wide, cocky grin - his eyes gave it away. She knew him too well to be fooled.

"Well, sir…" she started to say, then wanted to wince when she saw his expression grow serious at once. He knew her too well not to catch on that she didn't bring good news.

And then he was grinning again. "If I am mutating into a dog, I'll need to know so I can make arrangements to get my uniforms altered."

She snorted at that. "You're not turning into a dog, sir."

"I sense a 'but' coming."

"Your vitals are all good." Great, even, for his age. Or for any age.

"Still not feeling reassured. Come on, tell me the bad news."

She winced and sighed through clenched teeth. "I've detected some changes in your body on a cellular scale." She took a deep breath. "Your DNA is… changing."

"That sounds like a mutation." He was dead serious now. "Unless X-Men lied to me."

She didn't bother laughing at his joke. "It's not a mutation - it's more an… optimisation. I need to run it past an expert to confirm, but my preliminary estimate is that minor faults and defects in your DNA are being…" Don't say 'fixed', she reminded herself. "Corrected."

"By magic." He was pressing his lips together with such effort, they formed a thin line.

She nodded. "That needs to be confirmed as well, but it is the most likely explanation."

He scoffed in return. "So, someone's cleaning up my genes. I guess I won't have to worry about all the radiation I might have picked up in places I never visited in the first place."

Sam shook her head. "Any such lingering or potential health issues were already taken care of when Adora healed you the first time, sir:"

"Ah." He narrowed his eyes. "So, what exactly is happening now?"

"I have yet to confirm it," she said. "But my best estimate after using the most detailed magictech scanner I have access to here is that your, ah, Ancient heritage has been rendered more prominent."

"I'm turning into an alien?" He stared at her.

"Not quite. It's more that your, ah, Ancient genes are becoming more dominant," she explained.

"That sounds like I am turning into an alien, Carter."

"The Ancients were, as far as we know, and as far as DNA tests have confirmed, our ancestors, sir. They were and are, in Adora's case, close enough to humans to have viable, non-sterile offspring, according to Alpha's data. That means we're the same species."

"That sounds like semantics."

"Scientific definitions aren't semantics, sir," she reminded him, frowning slightly.

"That's what a semantic would say."

"You're not turning into an alien," she repeated herself. "And you won't suddenly sprout, ah, tentacles. As far as we can tell, you're simply becoming a bit more… like your ancestors. DNA-wise."

He snorted. "Still sounds like turning into an alien. Will I get a magical sword or tiara?"

She hesitated a fraction of a second, but it was enough for him to pick up. "Don't tell me I'm turning into a princess!"

"There's no sign of that as far as I can tell with my current equipment, sir," she retorted.

"That's not a 'no', Carter."

"It's as much as I can do here. We have to travel to Etheria and have you examined there."

"By the crazy Frankenstein AI on the moon, you mean." He scoffed and looked at the screen on the wall showing muted news from Earth on a lagging loop.

"And by the experts from Mystacor," she added.

He turned to stare at her. "Right. Forgot about them. So, I'm turning into a witch?"

She winced again. That this would strengthen what, according to Castaspella, was already a high potential for magic was her best hypothesis. "I think the correct term would be 'sorcerer', sir. Though unless you start training in sorcery, you won't be able to actually work magic."

"And that's how I like it!" he snapped. "Not a word to anyone with magic about that, Carter!"

"Sir! It's just a hypothesis so far. It could be something else. We need to have you examined by experts to be able to exclude the possibility that this might be a threat to your health." She met his eyes with a firm expression. "I cannot condone that risk." And he should know better.

He stared at her for a moment, then sighed. "Alright. Let's get the Frankenbot to peek at my genome to check that I'm not turning into an alien."

Sam didn't smile but merely nodded. But she was relieved. If she had to decide whether she would follow the General's orders or her conscience, with his health potentially on the line… whatever the choice, she wouldn't have been happy.

*****​

"So?" Catra turned away from the one-way window into the interrogation room where Kul'et was sitting - secured - at a table and looked at Melog.

Awe. Guilt.

That didn't tell her what the Jaffa was feeling guilty about. Spying for Apophis on Adora? Or that he failed Apophis? He had been grateful, earlier, Melog had said - but that had been right after Adora had saved him from the poison he had taken.

She shook her head. "Looks like you'll have to talk to him, Adora."

Her love sighed but nodded. "I don't know what would be worse - that he's still faithful to Apophis or that he worships me."

Catra rolled her eyes at her. "Stop whining. Every Jaffa that converts to the Church of She-Ra is one less Jaffa we have to fight."

"I'm no goddess!" Adora clenched her teeth. "No one should worship me!"

Catra shrugged. "They do it anyway. Freedom of religion."

"No one should be worshipped like that!" Adora retorted. "That kind of blind faith is what the Goa'uld want - and what makes them so evil."

It was just a small part of why the snakes were evil, in Catra's opinion. You didn't need blind faith to get blind obedience. The Horde had shown that. And Earth had plenty of other examples. But it usually made it easier, of course. "It's not exactly blind faith," she said, grinning. "Priest certainly isn't always listening to you. Well, he's listening, but he doesn't just do what you want." Like when Adora wanted him to stop worshipping her.

Adora groaned. "That's not a good thing either! I'm still responsible for him and his people!"

Catra scoffed. "You'd be responsible for them as Supreme Commander of the Alliance anyway."

"It's not the same!" Adora insisted. "This goes far beyond the military chain of command."

Catra shrugged again. Sure, the clones would likely ignore any rules if Adora really wanted them to do something, but… "As long as they listen to you when it's important, it's a good thing," she said. "Would you rather have them converting to an Earth religion? I'm sure many of their religious leaders would love having fanatical converts at their disposal."

"Of course not!" Adora shuddered. "But… It's just not right. And I don't like to burden the next She-Ra with this responsibility."

Catra pressed her lips together. The next She-Ra would only be chosen if Adora died. And Catra would do anything to prevent that from happening. But there was no need to go into that. She slowly shook her head. "She-Ra will do fine. Mara and you both had to deal with worse responsibilities."

"And Mara died," Adora spat.

Alright, Catra had been wrong. There was a need to get into this. "I'm not going to let you die. And if you're trying to get killed, I'll kill you!"

Funny.

Adora blinked. "What?"

"You know what I mean!" Catra said with a deep frown aimed at both her love and Melog.

Adora smiled even as she shook her head. "I'll go in now." She turned to the door leading to the hallway and left the room. A moment later, Catra saw her entering the interrogation room.

"Goddess!" Kul'et tried to jump up, but the chain fastened to his cuff stopped him. A moment later, he tried to bow but only managed to press his head against the top of the table.

Catra snorted - the Americans had installed the interrogation room, as a 'provisional measure', as they had called it, since they didn't want to move Kul'et to a standard P.O.W. camp until they knew whether he had ditched Apophis's faith or not, but they had done good work anyway.

She glanced at Melog for a moment.

Awe. Gratitude. Love. Guilt.

That sounded promising. Still, they had to be sure.

"Sit," Adora said.

"Yes, Goddess."

Catra saw Adora frown for a moment before smiling again. "How are you doing? Are you being treated right?"

He better be, Catra thought. If They couldn't ensure P.O.W.s being treated correctly in a tiny forward base under their very noses… Well, technically, Kul'et was a spy, but since the Alliance had pulled off the same plots already, no one would make a fuss about that. No one who mattered, anyway.

Kul'et took a deep breath and bowed his head again. "I am being treated better than I deserve. I have done the bidding of a false god and attempted to deceive, to betray you, a true goddess. My life is forfeit!"

Guilt. Shame.

"He has been too long near Apophis," Catra muttered. "That's where he picked up all the drama."

Melog sent her a spike of amusement.

"No!" Adora shook her head, and Kul'et actually flinched at her tone. "No one is going to die for Apophis - or any other Go'auld - if we can help it. That includes you!"

"Your mercy is as vast as your power, Goddess."

Honesty. Relief.

Adora winced. "That's just doing the right thing. You were raised to believe in an evil cause. So was I. And others." She leaned forward, putting both hands on the table. "We understand. And we don't judge you for it."

Kul'et blinked. "I don't understand…"

Confusion, Melog confirmed.

Catra sighed. In theory, Kul'et could still be feeling all this and be loyal to Apophis. Relieved that they were treating him well, guilty for failing - or for having torn loyalties, maybe.

This could take a while. Maybe they should have called for professional interrogators. No - they wouldn't hold the same respect as Adora did.

*****​

"...and so Melog came to the conclusion that Kul'et has honestly changed sides."

Jack O'Neill nodded at Adora's summary. "You mean he converted, right?"

Adora frowned at him, but Catra nodded. "Yes."

"That was likely the key reason he switched," Daniel cut in. "Adora saving his life in extremis, and changing a significant part of the planet at the same time, would have shaken anyone, of course, but Kul'et was especially receptive due to his background."

"The Goa'uld depend on power, both real and fictive, over their followers to keep them faithful," Sha're added. "But that means that should they be defeated by a rival, their followers might switch allegiance and faith to the victor because they might seem ascendant."

"And dear old Apophis has suffered a few humiliating defeats." Jack grinned. Some of them, like the losses of two fleets, he would have been able to keep secret from the general population, but Kul'et would have been aware of them since he was supposed to become a double agent. And Apophis hadn't been able to hide the raid on his palace. Now the Alliance just had to keep the pressure on, and Apophis's entire empire might crumble…

Of course, having the snake's faithful convert to worshipping Adora had some drawbacks as well, but they could deal with those once the snakes were done. "We've got Apophis fooled into thinking the Horde is about to attack Earth, and we turned his spy. How do we exploit this?" That was a question for the brass and spooks at Headquarters, but it never hurt to come back from the field with a few ideas and proposals. Especially if you were discussing it with the Supreme Commander of the Alliance.

"Kul'et had orders to gather what information he could, pass it back once he had the opportunity, and then wait for further orders," Catra said. "So, we don't have to decide right now what misinformation he can pass back. But Apophis will have stealth ships on the way to Earth to watch the expected Horde attack. He might even move a fleet there in case there's an opportunity after the Horde and Earth destroy each other. We need to decide how to handle that."

Sha're nodded. "If Apophis thinks the battle was very costly for all involved, he won't be able to resist attacking the exhausted victor. Not only will he hope to recover Horde technology no matter who supposedly won, but taking Earth will enhance his prestige amongst his peers - and add a massive population to his realm."

"A population who will resist his occupation," Jack pointed out. "And we're rather good at making any occupiers' lives hell." Especially if they wanted to impose their religion on Earth. Hell, this would make Afghanistan look like a pleasure cruise!

"I doubt that Apophis would consider this," Daniel said. "That's not how it works in the Goa'uld Empire."

"He would expect the humans to bow to him once he has dealt with their leaders and armies," Sha're added.

"Then he'll be disappointed," Jack said. "We don't submit easily."

"His response will be brutal," Sha're replied. "He'll do anything to crush resistance. And Earth has so many people, he could kill a billion or more and still consider it a great addition to his power."

"Indeed," Teal'c said gravely.

"The loss of so many people would wreck Earth's industry," Carter objected. "The supply chains would already be in tatters after the Horde invasion, murdering more people…" She shook her head. "Earth might not recover in decades from such a blow."

"Fortunately, that won't happen," Catra cut in with a snort. "So, we have to fool Apophis into believing that either the Horde won easily or Earth easily defeated the Horde."

"If Apophis thinks Earth is strong enough to easily defeat an enemy who wrecked his own fleet, then he'll see us as much more dangerous than he thought - maybe a danger to the Goa'uld Empire," Daniel said. "At the very least, he could portray us as such to his fellow System Lords."

"He would try to set them on Earth in order to weaken both, just as he did with the Horde," Sha're agreed.

"Guy's got no imagination," Jack muttered. And the snake probably thought he was being clever instead of obvious.

"So, if Earth suddenly appears to be a great power in the galaxy, or at least tough enough to defeat the Horde remnants, that might cause the Goa'uld to address us with a united front," Adora summed up.

"We don't want that," Catra said.

"But a seemingly easy defeat of Earth at the hands of the Horde could have the same effect on the System Lords," Daniel retorted.

"That would only mean a return to the status quo," Sha're disagreed. "When Horde Prime was still alive."

"But he was occupied with the First Ones back then," Adora pointed out. "At least for the longest time. That wouldn't be the case now - if the Horde struck at Earth, the Goa'uld might expect them to strike at their own holdings next."

Jack nodded. "And Apophis will try to use that as well to save his own neck."

"It's still better than the alternative," Catra argued. "The snakes won't know what the Horde might do, and how many are left, so they will be cautious until they find out more. So, we gain more time to prepare."

"But the Goa'uld will prepare for a Horde attack. That means we'll lose the element of surprise anyway," Carter said.

Catra shrugged. "That would happen sooner or later anyway. This way, especially with Kul'et on our side, we can control what Apophis will know, and through him, the other System Lords."

It wasn't perfect by any means, and the brass and politicians back home wouldn't be happy, but that was war for you. Jack nodded. "So, let's think about how we can fake a Horde victory and occupation of Earth. Preferably one that makes Earth look like it's not worth another attack."

"I don't think that's going to be possible," Daniel said. "Earth has such a great symbolic value as Ra's ancestral seat, holding it, even if it lays in ruins, would benefit any System Lord."

Jack frowned a little. "It's still better if Earth only has symbolic value rather than symbolic and economic and military value. So, any ideas?"

Carter suddenly stiffened. That was a bad sign - Jack was asking for ideas, not more problems. "Sir, I just realised there's a problem with those plans."

*****​

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, Earth, February 9th, 2000

"...and so we can fake an occupation of the Solar System by the Horde." Adora smiled at the assembled Alliance leaders. "Since the majority of the ships protecting Earth are Horde frigates, we won't have to change our troop deployments. We'll have to be more careful with how we deploy Earth-made ships, but since the Goa'uld haven't encountered them yet, even if they are observed, they won't be associated with Earth." And all of them were descended at least partially from Horde designs, so anyone analysing them without access to a captured ship would likely focus on the similarities.

The British Secretary of State for Defence nodded. "We might have to cover the ship's name and pennant numbers, though. And the flags, of course."

"Yes." Adora nodded. But that was standard procedure for any deployment anyway - at least until Earth's part in the Alliance was revealed. "We thought about using some of them to fake a naval engagement in the system to fool the stealth ships from Apophis which will be observing the Solar System." Kul'et had confirmed that part. " But that would hamper later deployment of the ships, and we don't want Apophis to think that Earth has naval yards - and that the Horde has taken them."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Not that Earth has too many working naval yards to begin with," Catra muttered next to Adora.

That was a bit unfair. Earth had many working naval yards. It was just that, with the exception of the British Flower II-class, they hadn't actually finished and commissioned any spaceships yet. The Americans were close with their Constitution II-class of frigates, though Sam had mentioned that their design still had some issues to be ironed out, and any fixes had to be applied to the other ships on the slips, delaying their completion. And the ships wouldn't be ready for deployment until they had enough space fighters to fill the hangars. The French were a bit more behind, but they were working closely with the British and last Adora had heard, they didn't expect too many troubles with their first design. The Germans were not quite as advanced, but they were both working on a stealth corvette and adapting the British transport design, so they had split their efforts. And, unlike the United States, the Europeans were all working with at least another, usually smaller country, which complicated matters a bit.

But that wasn't a topic for today's meeting. Adora forced herself to keep smiling as she went on: "But that won't help with the real problem: The radio waves Earth has been transmitting."

She could see the assembled ministers react as they realised, some more quickly than others, what she meant.

"We've been broadcasting for years - including coverage of your arrival and the forming of the Alliance…" the American Secretary said, grimacing.

Adora nodded. "We've plotted how far the transmissions have spread, and while they haven't reached any systems occupied by the Goa'uld, and won't for decades to come, at which point they won't be discernible any more, any ship sent to observe Earth from close by will be able to receive and understand them."

"Like a radio telescope," another minister said. "They'll be able to look into our past."

"Yes." Adora nodded again. "And we can't expand our sensor network fast enough to cover all that space. Not if we want it dense enough to spot their stealth ships." Entrapta and Sam had been clear about that. Deep space was just too vast even for their magitech sensors.

"So what can we do?" the French minister asked. "If we couldn't do anything, you'd have started with that."

"We can't count on spotting Apophis's stealth ships in space, and we can't stop the transmissions that were sent already. But his ships will need time to reach the Solar System. So, we need to ensure that when they arrive close enough to pick up the radio transmissions covering our arrival on Earth, Apophis cannot use whatever they receive any more." She smiled as confidently as she could. "We're planning to create a distraction so tempting, he won't be able to resist, and then we strike."

"You want to take him out?" the German Minister asked. "A decapitation strike?"

"Yes." Adora nodded firmly. "He's already suffered several defeats and is increasingly desperate. If we offer him a possible solution to his troubles, he's unlikely to resist."

"And what are you planning to use?" The American Secretary was leaning forward.

"A Horde superweapon," Adora replied. "One about to be used against Earth." She saw their reaction, and clarified: "A fictive Horde superweapon constructed by us." Leaking intel about it to Apophis would be tricky but not impossible with Kul'et's help.

"Ah."

*****​

Spacelab, Earth Orbit, February 9th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Samantha Carter brought up the latest schematics of Project Fortitude - she wasn't calling it 'Project Death Star' no matter what the General said - on the holoprojector inside the Spacelab. "This is what we currently have. If we use the Horde fleet trains manufacturing pipeline, we can build the hull from parts intended for the Velvet Glove mounted on a standard frigate. It would take a few days if we use an existing frigate, a bit longer if we purpose-build a frigate, though in that case, we could also adapt the structure and power generators for the project, which should enhance its effectiveness."

Entrapta scrunched her nose while she studied the schematics. "Hm…"

Hordak tilted his head, then nodded. "It seems feasible. However, someone not familiar with the Horde would realise that it's not an original Horde design - Horde Prime would have never allowed such an aesthetically imperfect vessel to be produced."

Samantha Carter pressed her lips together. She didn't think the design was that bad or ugly. "It's meant to be a prototype," she defended her project.

"Horde Prime fixated on perfection. He wouldn't have shown, much less deployed, an imperfect design such as a prototype," Hordak retorted. "Although I assume that Apophis is not as familiar with Horde Prime's character to know this, so this might work."

"But it wouldn't work!" Entrapta blurted out.

Sam turned to look at her. "What's wrong with it?" she asked. Had she overlooked something? Missed a critical point?

"It wouldn't work! The 'Core Cracker Cannon' doesn't have enough power to actually crack a planet's core!" Entrapta shook her head. "It's just an upscaled regular beam cannon. But it's not upscaled enough. And the beam isn't focused enough to penetrate a planet's crust to the depth needed - in fact, the focussing crystal lenses are widening the beam. All this would do is create a hole in the ground, and not a very deep hole, either - the beam would lose cohesion way before it reached sufficient depth. You could continuously fire it for days and it wouldn't do much more!"

Sam cleared her throat. "It's supposed to be a decoy, not a working superweapon," she reminded Entrapta. And a rush job. And it's still more functional than the Navy's frigate design, she added in a fit of pique. At least this design would be ready to use sometime this year.

Entrapta frowned at her. "But if it obviously won't work, it won't fool anyone either!"

"I doubt Apophis would be able to tell that from the information he'll get," Sam explained.

"We shouldn't underestimate our enemies!" Entrapta nodded at her own words. "Everyone says that."

"We should not overestimate them either," Hordak said. "I suffered a few setbacks early in my campaign when I misjudged the Alliance's response and had positioned my forces for a counter-attack that never came because they withdrew, and I had no forces ready to exploit that."

Sam nodded, though she did feel a little torn about Hordak supporting her using his past as a warlord. "We can't exactly build a working superweapon for this," she said - not for the first time.

"Well, we could, if we used an unstable dimensional portal, but deploying that from space is a bit of a challenge. It would be more like building a flying portal and landing it on the surface before activating it. And finding a way to replicate the dimensional interaction that allowed the portal on Etheria to almost destroy the planet would be tricky even with Beta's support," Entrapta said. "And that technology is banned, of course, because it's so dangerous," she added.

The last line sounded a bit like Entrapta had learned it by rote to Sam, but that might just be her imagination. Still, better safe than sorry. "It was banned for a very good reason." If research into something could destroy a planet - or more - if it suffered a mishap, you'd be insane or desperate to do it.

Or an Ancient, though their sanity obviously was in doubt.

"I concur. However, you said we could build a working superweapon?" Hordak sounded interested.

"Well, it depends on what kind of superweapon you want. If we combine the dimensional portal projector with the spy bot network for targeting, we should be able to compensate for the firing delay, but we would need to develop safe ways to quickly recharge the projector - it wouldn't be very impressive if you couldn't fire it fast enough to destroy a fleet. It would need a larger housing and a lot more power than we can fit into the hull there, though." Entrapta nodded. "And it wouldn't be able to destroy a planet unless you could keep at it until all parts were transported into another dimension, which would take a loooong time. It would be faster to just have a fleet bombard a planet, I guess, even if that wouldn't crack the core either. Anyway, it would probably not qualify as a superweapon. But! What if we combined a Naquadah-enhanced superbomb with a mass driver? Detonate it in the liquid part of the core of a planet, and the shockwaves should wreck the tectonic plates from below!"

Sam felt her stomach drop at the proposal. That was… theoretically possible. Building a bomb powerful enough to achieve that wouldn't be too hard, but finding a way to deploy it to a planet's liquid core would be nigh impossible. "The bomb would never reach the core without being destroyed by the force needed to reach that deep," she said. "And that kind of force would wreck the planet anyway."

"Yes, that's the problem," Entrapta agreed. "But if we manage to adjust the dimensional projector so the bomb is phased out of our dimension just long enough to pass through matter at the speed of a mass driver, it should phase back in just in time to detonate. The timing is tricky, and the speed needed is a bit above our current projections for such cannons, but if we focus on it, I think we could do it!"

"That would take a lot more time than we have," Sam reminded her - and herself. "And we only need something that looks like a superweapon to bait Apophis." Even though he already had a fleet to wreck planets with sustained fire. But a superweapon would appeal to his ego, according to the General. 'They always go for the Death Stars,' as he had put it.

"But it should look convincing!" Entrapta insisted. "So it needs to at least work in theory!"

Hordak nodded.

Sam sighed. "Let's see what we can do."

This reminded her a bit too much of the US Space Navy design process.

*****​

Royal Palace, Bright Moon, Etheria, February 10th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"So, Entrapta and Hordak wanted to build an actual superweapon?" Catra snorted as she closed the message and looked at Adora. "To better fool Apophis?"

"Yes," her love sighed.

"A Core Cracker Cannon?" Glimmer had found the message as well.

"Sam's supervising," Bow said - a bit hastily, in Catra's opinion.

Justified, of course - Glimmer looked quite disturbed. Which also was justified - she knew, as did Catra, of course, how close Etheria had come to destruction because of 'superweapons'.

Catra pushed the memory away. "It's being handled. Besides, not even those three can build a superweapon as quickly as we need it. Just building the decoy will take a week if we screw up the logistics of our fleet."

"You sound remarkably unconcerned about that." Glimmer narrowed her eyes at her. "Especially after telling everyone how crucial those supply chains are."

"It'll be good training for when we launch the first offensive," Catra replied with a shrug. "Teach the Alliance to deal with the chaos of a campaign." Most of the Alliance members had never fought an interstellar war, much less on that scale. The clones had, of course, but it had been a while for them as well, and they would have to adjust to fighting in an Alliance. And without Horde Prime jumping into bodies to handle things in person. She flashed her teeth. "But, speaking of crucial things for the war…"

Glimmer scowled at her. "We haven't decided yet."

Catra rolled her eyes for a moment. "You mean you haven't decided yet if you want to stay queen."

"It's not that simple!" Glimmer defended herself. "Mom and Dad are still working things out."

Meaning, Angella was still trying to learn how to fit in after her return to Bright Moon, Catra mentally translated. She didn't say that out loud, of course. Instead, she smirked. "So, that's what you're calling it in Bright Moon. 'Working out'."

"Catra!" Adora was blushing.

Glimmer, though, snorted. "They haven't seen each other for over a decade and thought the other was dead."

Bow looked a little embarrassed, but Catra nodded. "More seriously, though: We need to sort out our chain of command before we pull off a major operation."

"I know," Glimmer spat.

"And if Angella is too 'busy' with Micah to rule…" Catra trailed off.

"Nothing's going to change for now," Glimmer stated the obvious.

Catra shrugged and let the matter drop - for today. She'd return to it tomorrow, and keep at it until things were settled.

Adora cleared her throat. "Anyway, we've done preliminary planning with Priest for the space battle - a skirmish, actually. We'll make a light show and have Kul'et leak that Earth has driven off an attack, but the Horde is bringing in a superweapon."

"Why would we know that?" Bow asked.

"Because Hordak bragged about it to scare Earth into surrendering," Catra explained. "But they won't surrender, of course. Horde Prime probably wouldn't have bragged like that, only after the deployment, but it would fit an underling trying to fill his shoes."

"Priest wanted to write the dialogue, but Hordak declined," Adora added with a wry smile.

"Is Priest working on the fake space battle?" Glimmer asked.

"Yes. Faking the weapons is easy - we'll just power down the beams some. But ideally, we'll need empty frigate hulls to blow up," Catra said. Or actual frigates, but blowing up a working frigate while Earth was struggling to build smaller warships and the Tok'ra had to make do with what small ships they had managed to scavenge and steal probably wouldn't go over well with the rest of the Alliance.

"Fake ships and a fake superweapon? That's a lot of effort and resources to fool Apophis," Glimmer said.

"We're not just fooling him - if all works out, we'll capture him," Adora said.

Or kill him, Catra added. Apophis wouldn't escape.

"You think he will visit the fake superweapon himself?" Glimmer frowned.

"He won't be able to resist," Catra said. "And then we'll get him."

"Ah." Glimmer nodded, then looked at her tablet again. "I think that's all the important stuff we had to cover."

"There are several important memos and reports left!" Adora protested.

"That can be handled by the staff," Glimmer said. "I'm not dealing with altercations between clones and Earth nutcases over religion. Not unless they turn into riots or someone gets seriously hurt. Or they become more frequent than once every two weeks. We're not going to run the war according to what Earth media are screaming about on any given day."

Adora pouted, but Catra nodded. Glimmer was right.

*****​

Alliance Base Lübtheen, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany, February 11th, 2000

"...and protestors have been gathering outside the local military base. They demand that the, and I quote, 'heathen aliens' are banned from visiting the county. So far, the commander of the base has not responded to our requests for a statement."

Jack O'Neill rolled his eyes. "That's because the whole incident has nothing to do with him or the base, you moron!" The clone whose proselytising had started all hadn't even visited the base. Nor had the 'Alliance military police unit' that had responded to save the clone bothered to check in with the base before breaking up the mob. No wonder the base commander was doing his best to keep out of the line of fire of this mess - no matter what he said, someone would take offence.

And it wasn't a big deal, anyway. The clones hadn't killed or seriously hurt anyone, even though they hadn't been gentle in dispersing the lynch mob. Not even the preacher who had riled everyone up. Jack wasn't sure if one of his commands had been able to do that, especially one that had only recently - as in five minutes before deployment, and Jack wasn't checking too closely if that had been backdated - been converted into a military police reserve unit. For once, Priest's skill at politics had come in handy.

Though Jack also couldn't shake the feeling that the clone missionary hadn't visited that particular town by chance. The clones usually stuck to big cities, at least in the USA. Or to the towns and cities outside the major Alliance bases - Brussels was about to build the first church for the Church of She-Ra, last he had heard, and the only reason Hamburg wouldn't beat it was that the German bureaucracy took longer to issue building permits.

Either way, it wasn't his problem. Or much of a problem at all. Despite the best efforts of certain members of Congress and parts of the media, those things never lasted long—something else Jack didn't really want to examine too closely.

He switched the channel and leaned back in his chair.

"...The United Nations General Assembly debated another resolution that would demand that control over the Stargate passes to a 'multi-national committee', as of yet not defined. It is not expected to pass but has the support of most African and Middle Eastern member states as well as Russia and China, and…"

In other words, no news from the United Nations. Some people just couldn't accept that they lost. As long as the sore losers stuck to trying to pass resolutions in the United Nations, nothing would come of it. And if they didn't and escalated… well, you'd have to be a suicidal moron to start anything with the Alliance if you didn't have a fleet of spaceships with big honking guns of your own. So far, even the Iranians had behaved rationally in the face of that.

"...the announcements of extensive naval exercises near Earth have raised concerns about the state of the war. The Alliance has not been very forthcoming about their operations, and rumours about a failed invasion continue to spread despite several statements of the Alliance Headquarters refuting them."

"...people demand the truth! What is happening out there? Where are our boys fighting? And whom?"

"...with the Alliance refusing to reveal where our tax dollars are going, fears of widespread corruption are common. Several experts have cited historical and current examples of how vulnerable autocratic governments such as absolute monarchies are to systematic corruption and voiced concerns about the Etherian members of the Alliance, especially in light that the vast majority of funding for the Alliance comes from Earth, and…"


Yeah, Earth funded the lion's share of the Alliance's costs - provided you didn't count all the spaceships. Or the frankly priceless support by their magical princesses.

Jack clenched his teeth. Damn! He didn't want to think about magic. He sat straight and gripped the closest memo on his desk. Already handled. As were the next two. He was actually up to date with his paperwork! And it wasn't a good thing.

He switched the channels again, but the report about local and global businesses profiting from the war was just rehashing things he already knew and did so in a particularly boring, buzzword-filled manner.

Not enough to keep him from thinking about magic. And Ancient genes. And subordinate scientists taking time out of their very busy schedules doing important research for the war to bother Jack about it. How often did he have to tell Carter that he was fine? No mutations, no weird magical effects happening - magic didn't start 'leaking' if you didn't use it. He had asked Castaspella that long ago. Besides, it wasn't as if Jack had magic. He had the talent to use magic if he wanted to. But he didn't want to.

Learning how to cast spells would take too long, anyway, even if he wanted. Jack would have to quit his post and move to Etheria. And that would mean leaving his people in the middle of the war, and good officers didn't do that.

Someone else, someone not Jack, someone who wanted to, could learn to do magic instead. It wasn't as if Mystacor had unlimited teachers, anyway. So, it was better to let others with the talent, younger people who weren't generals, learn magic.

Even if they didn't have the same potential as Jack.

He nodded at his reasoning. Not learning magic was the right decision.

A beep from his computer alerted him of another message arriving. Work!

Smiling, he opened the mail. Another proposal from R&D for special equipment for Special Forces? Those always were fun. "Let's see what they cooked up this time…" He blinked, then frowned. 'Special magitech equipment' sounded good, but 'dependent on a user's magical potential' sounded…

…like Jack had to ask a few people in the know a few questions about confidentiality. Pointed questions.

*****​
 
Chapter 158: The Double Cross Part 4
Chapter 158: The Double Cross Part 4

Solar System, near Earth, February 14th, 2000 (Earth Time)


Adora watched carefully as the shuttle flew alongside the hull to their side. Up close, the decoy superweapon did look impressive. At least if you had never seen Horde Prime's flagship before it had been turned into a plant. Adora hoped that Apophis wasn't familiar with the Velvet Glove. Even so, the superweapon was three to four times the size of a Horde frigate, which was impressive for a Horde ship. But compared to the superweapons Jack had shown them, it wasn't that big. Of course, those were fictive superweapons, not real ones. Then again, this was a decoy, so it wasn't a real superweapon either. Just real enough to fool Apophis. Hopefully.

And it was a pretty functional decoy. The hangar doors opened smoothly as their shuttle approached, and the forcefield keeping the atmosphere from venting into the vacuum barely flickered when the shuttle entered the hangar. Of course, none of the people involved in its construction would accept shady construction. The only part that didn't work was the Core Cracker Cannon.

They touched down, and Adora saw a formation of clones line up on both sides of the ramp as it descended.

"Supreme Commander!" the officer in charge of them saluted. "Welcome on board the Piledriver."

Adora smiled at him and returned the salute.

"Hello, Adora! Hi, Catra!" Entrapta waved at them while Hordak and Sam, standing at her side, nodded. "How do you like the not-fully operational battle station?"

"Isn't it a little small for a Death Star?" Catra commented with a grin.

Sam frowned at that, Hordak didn't react, and Entrapta pouted. "Jack made the same joke already," she complained. "It's not our fault! If we had had more time, we could have made it fully operational."

Sam cleared her throat. "It's a fully functional decoy. It's not meant to wreck planets."

"But Jack said…"

"The General was joking." Sam pressed her lips together.

"Is he still carrying a grudge over the magitech weapon proposal?" Catra asked.

Adora frowned. "I thought that had been cleared up. The timing was just a coincidence; his medical data wasn't leaked." The research proposal had been written up before the… magic incident Adora was responsible for. And technically, it was Jack's complaint that had revealed what had happened to him. Though it would be unfair to mention that to him.

"It's a sore subject," Sam said in a tight voice.

"Ah." Adora nodded, suppressing a wince.

"He'll come around once he can blast stuff with magic weapons," Catra said.

Sam nodded with a faint smile. "I guess so."

Entrapta, however, beamed. "Oh, yes! We've gone over the proposals - those will be great!"

Adora agreed, but they weren't here to discuss magictech gear. They were here to inspect the decoy superweapon. "So, show us around?" They had seen the plans, but this was the first time Catra and Adora were on board the decoy.

"Of course!" Entrapta nodded several times. "Let's start with engineering! We've used a standard propulsion array, standard for a Horde frigate, so it's kinda slow, but we've improved the shields in exchange. And since the main weapon is a decoy, we could install a more powerful reactor, and so the shield is far stronger than a frigate's!" Entrapta led them down the hallway. "So, it can take a beating. But it's not actually that much better protected compared to a frigate - since it's so slow, it's also an easier target. Even with all the electronic countermeasures we installed. Though those are mostly to keep Apophis from detecting the hidden troop compartments. Which we built into the reactor room. The interference from the reactor and the shielding from it should help counter any sensors."

Adora frowned. "Isn't the shielding supposed to protect us from the reactor's radiation?"

"Yes!" Entrapta nodded. "But it will also block scans. And we left enough around the reactor, so it's still within Horde safety regulations."

"Horde Prime's or Hordak's?" Catra asked.

"Mine," Hordak told her.

"Good." Catra grinned. "I wouldn't trust the safety regulations from Horde Prime."

Adora nodded. That man had seen all his clones as expendable, after all. "And I can heal everyone afterwards, just to be safe."

Catra snickered. "Jack will love that."

Adora frowned at her - making fun about Jack's fear of being magically changed wasn't nice - but Sam nodded. Firmly. Maybe she carried a grudge as well about the misunderstanding?

Maybe Adora should talk to them. They shouldn't start a dangerous mission with such tensions in the team.

*****

Solar System, near Earth, February 15th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"...So, the decoy battle station is fully operational?"

"Yes, sir." Samantha Carter kept her face impassive and didn't smile at all at the General's joke. "All systems are operational - including the shielded troop compartments." She pointed at the holographic projection behind her in the cabin currently serving as her office on the decoy.

"Which not even semi-portable scanners the size of a crate would find, right?"

"None of the known scanners the Goa'uld use can penetrate the shielding, sir," Sam replied. "All they will detect are the decoy readings we prepared - meaning, they'll see additional power supplies for the main gun," she added before the General could ask. "Although if you desire additional proof, you can attend the testing with the Tok'ra we've scheduled for later today."

"Ah, that won't be necessary. I trust you, Carter."

She pressed her lips together. As he had trusted her not to reveal his condition to others? She'd never break his confidence like that! It was petty, she knew, but he should have known better than even to ask.

Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face since she saw him wince for a moment. "So… everything's ready for the mission. All we need is Apophis to bite."

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

A moment passed without either of them saying anything. She didn't like how awkward it felt.

"So… if we needed, could you and Entrapta rig the main gun to actually fire?"

"The main gun is functional, sir," she replied. "It just doesn't have the power its size would indicate since most of its volume is taken up by the troop compartments and other secret systems. Otherwise, it's a standard main gun used on Horde frigates." He knew that.

"Yeah, I know. But could you, you know, have it shoot at that kinda power if we needed it? By overloading it, or something?"

"No, sir. That would merely melt most of the gun - including the troop compartments."

"Ah." He nodded, then grinned. "Good job on keeping Entrapta from making an actual superweapon. Wouldn't want to blow up a world by mistake."

She frowned at him. That was an unfair comment - Entrapta knew better than that. "The only way such a weapon would have been actually used would have been if Alliance Command decided to use it. Entrapta would never use it on her own." And Adora would never condone such a course of action. She would never sacrifice a world to win a war.

"Not even to test it?"

She frowned again. "None of us would test it on a planet, sir." It would bring up too many memories. Of Etheria's near-destruction. And of planets left destroyed at Horde Prime's command.

"Good." He sighed. "Several people who know about this operation are quite interested if such a weapon could actually be built."

"My report shows that it's theoretically possible - provided quite extensive research proves the viability of several assumptions critical to the concept," she said. "The cost of this research, both in resources and time, cannot be estimated with any degree of certainty at this point, but even the most optimistic estimate is substantial."

"Yeah, I've seen the numbers. Though that won't stop people who really want their second Project Manhattan. Especially if it results in an actual Death Star." He shrugged. "Though some of them probably just want a big cut of the money which would poured into such a project and don't care if it ends up working."

Sam nodded. She was aware of this kind of… it wasn't technically corruption, but you could make a case for it being embezzlement. Though given past practices in the USA with regard to procurement for the Armed Forces, it would just be seen as business as usual - few such projects did not end up costing far more than promised.

He shrugged. "Well, not this one. Our Etherian friends have a kind of chip on their shoulders about blowing up planets. The Alliance won't be funding research into planet busters."

Or other weapons of mass destruction, though the definitions of what was a weapon of mass destruction tended to be a bit fluid when it concerned space combat. Any weapon system that could destroy a large spaceship mounting force shields would easily lay waste to an unshielded city - or landscape. And if you had a fleet of ships designed for such battles, an orbital bombardment could destroy a planet's biosphere.

"They wouldn't take kindly to independent research into such weapon systems, either, sir," she said.

"I know. And so does the President. But do you think this will stop Kinsey's cronies?"

She pressed her lips together. "He has been quite vocal about not alienating our allies, sir."

"Yeah, which means he thinks he can distance himself from whoever is doing this if it gets out," the General replied.

"Such research requires highly specialised and experienced scientists, apart from access to advanced technology, sir. And actually testing even rudimentary power systems advanced enough to power such a weapon would show up on our sensors the moment they are switched on for the first time."

"I hope you're right, Carter." He shrugged. "But it won't stop people trying it. Ours, the Russians, the Chinese… Like every damn dictator who wanted nukes, they won't feel safe until they have something to make the Alliance back off from meddling in their 'domestic matters'."

Sam knew that. But she didn't think they would succeed. Not without a lot more advanced technology available and a lot more research. But she also knew that sooner or later, both would be available.

"Anyway, I've picked my teams for this mission. I'll send them up so they can get settled in." He nodded at her. "Good work, Carter."

"Thank you, sir. I'll pass it on to Entrapta and Hordak."

Another nod. He turned, then stopped. "Also… sorry about, you know. I overreacted."

She hesitated a moment, then nodded, smiling a little, and he left the cabin.

*****

Royal Palace, Bright Moon, February 15th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Catra felt surprised. And wary. She had been all set to insist on coming with Adora to the meeting about Bright Moon's crown, argue that they needed some outside opinion, from someone who wasn't a princess, who had different experiences and perspectives, and whatever other argument she could pull off without coming across as a blatant liar (such as claiming she wasn't biassed in favour of either Glimmer or Angella), but no one had said anything about her walking in at Adora's side.

In a way, it was almost disappointing. But she was in, and with Adora, and that was what mattered. Someone had to keep the bigger picture in mind. And keep Adora from being manipulated - Catra wouldn't put it past Angella to try to act like… like Shadow Weaver, all understanding and caring, and praising, when she wanted something. She still had to find out why, of all the Horde people, Shadow Weaver had been alive in the other dimension - and not exiled, but at court.

But that could wait until this was settled. Maybe a bit longer - with the decoy operation coming up as soon as Kul'et could credibly pass the information Earth supposedly had managed to find about the Horde Superweapon on to Apophis, Catra would rather not create a potential mess.

She sat down next to Adora, scooting her chair a bit closer so her tail could wrap around Adora's calf under the table. On Adora's right were Angella and Micah, on Catra's left Glimmer and Bow, both sides facing each other.

"This feels like a trial," Catra whispered so only Adora could hear.

Her lover didn't say anything, but Catra felt her tense up. Damn. She had meant it as a joke.

"So!" Adora cleared her throat, smiling forcedly, and nodded at everyone and no one at the same time. "We're here to discuss the succession of Bright Moon's throne."

"Also known as Bright Moon family therapy," Catra quipped under her breath.

This time, Adora coughed and glanced at her with a small frown.

Catra knew she was right, though - this wasn't about precedent or law since Bow hadn't found anything about it. The only known case where a princess had returned after a successor had been enthroned had happened seven hundred years ago in a remote kingdom that wasn't around any more - the civil war that had settled the succession there had wrecked it, and the following conflict with Plumeria had resulted in the kingdom becoming part of the ruins found in the Whispering Woods.

No, this was about what Angella and Glimmer wanted.

As if she had been reading Catra's thoughts, Angella nodded and spoke up: "Yes. And as I have said before, this is Glimmer's decision."

Catra pressed her lips together. Angella kept insisting that only Glimmer's wishes mattered, but Catra couldn't help wondering what would happen if Glimmer decided something Angella thought foolish. Well, at least she couldn't easily go back on her word after she had said this, so Glimmer had this in the bag.

"It's not just my decision," Glimmer retorted.

Catra clenched her teeth and hissed under her breath. Of course, Glimmer just couldn't run with it!

"It is. You are the crowned queen of Bright Moon. You passed the test - both on coronation day and by ruling the kingdom," Angella said.

"That's a formality!" Glimmer spat. "I'm talking about family! You're my mom!"

Hah! Catra gave Adora a look that her lover pointedly ignored, though Catra could see her cheeks heat up a bit.

Angella looked taken aback a bit, her eyes widening for a moment before she nodded with a soft smile. "That doesn't change anything. You're no longer a child, Glimmer. You have proven you are a queen. The kingdom prospered under your rule. Or do you disagree?"

Glimmer visibly clenched her teeth.

Catra stared at her. This was what they needed - full approval by the potential contender. Just accept it! she silently urged her friend.

"Look, it's…" Glimmer trailed off, frowning. Probably at herself. "I only got crowned because you sacrificed yourself! Not because you thought I was ready for it!"

Once again, Angella looked surprised - maybe even a little confused. Well, so felt Catra. "And then you proved you were ready when you ruled," Angella said while Micah nodded.

"I almost got Etheria destroyed when I listened to Shadow Weaver!" Glimmer blurted out. "I was just lucky things worked out as well as they did!"

Catra blinked, then snorted. "Join the club!"

"Catra!" Adora frowned at her.,

But Micah chuckled, ruefully. "Shadow Weaver was a master at manipulation. I think of all of us here, only Bow never fell for her lies."

"Ah…" Bow blushed a little. "I did think she was genuine when she claimed to join the Alliance."

"But she never manipulated you into making a really stupid decision," Glimmer told him.

"She never tried."

Adora was looking down at the table, Catra realised. Probably thinking about their childhood. And blaming herself for what Shadow Weaver had done. "Don't be an idiot," Catra whispered, reaching over to squeeze Adora's thigh. "It wasn't your fault. You were a kid." Catra, on the other hand, had fallen for Shadow Weaver's lies even as an adult - she should have known better.

"I also trusted her," Angella said. "Even when I stepped through the portal, I thought she had turned over a new leaf. To find out later that she had not changed, still pursued her own goals no matter the cost to everyone else…" Her lips formed a thin line. "If I had known that, I would have treated her very differently in the other dimension."

Catra slowly nodded. That explained things. Not everything, of course.

"So we all fell for her lies. That still doesn't settle things!" Glimmer insisted. "What do you want, Mom?"

"I want you to be happy, Glimmer."

"How can I be happy if I steal your throne?"

"You earned the throne, Glimmer. It's not stealing if I hand it to you voluntarily."

"But…"

"Oh, hell!" Catra blurted out. "She told you you did fine! Now stop waffling and say you'll keep ruling Bright Moon so Angella and Micah can keep catching up on all the sex they missed!"

"What?" Glimmer gaped at her.

"Catra!" Bow gasped.

"CATRA!" Adora snapped.

And Angella stared, blinking.

But Micah laughed, wrapped an arm around Angella's waist and pulled her into his side. "She's right about that, Glimmer."

"Dad!"

"Micah!"

Now both Glimmer and Angella were blushing like mad. Adora as well.

But Glimmer had shut up about trying to talk herself into not being queen.

Catra considered this meeting a success.

*****

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, Earth, February 16th, 2000

"I'm missing the healing potions," Jack O'Neill joked as he put the file down on his desk.

Dr Leary, the scientist sitting across from him coughed. "We actually did consider such a project - there was some preliminary research into it since magical potions are relatively prominent in myths on Earth and also feature in various emerging magical traditions here."

"I was thinking of the things in computer games." Jack smiled as blandly as he could.

Leary grimaced, so he probably hadn't noticed that Jack was joking. That was par for the course - the man was overly serious. Why he had been sent to a meeting with Jack was anyone's guess. Maybe office politics. Or just politics - the man was working for DARPA, after all, which was one of the holy grails of any Defence lobbyist. "The obvious advantages of such an item are, well, obvious. But if we look at the existing magitech healing items, the risks of such are also apparent."

"Yeah, we don't want people turning into zombies after curing a paper cut." Jack nodded with a snort.

"Quite." Leary smiled forcedly. "In any case, we did some preliminary research, but most of the healing potions, I mean the potions most similar to those which are worked on by practitioners of magic on Earth, are meant to, ah, cure sicknesses or alleviate some debilitating or painful conditions, instead of mending wounds."

"Medicine, in other words. And we have lots of that already," Jack said.

Leary nodded. "Indeed. Alternative ways to treat influenza or the common cold might appeal to a certain demographic, but unless such remedies are far more effective than current medical solutions, spending money on them would be a waste."

Jack nodded. That wouldn't keep rich fools from spending a lot of money on such potions, of course. Magic was the new fad, at least outside religious circles, and anything magical sold like hotcakes.

"So, for now, it has been decided - mutually, Mystacor's delegation agrees - that the Alliance wouldn't finance research into, ah, healing potions or other magical potions. Recruiting sorceresses trained in healing magic should already be a priority for the Medical Corps, anyway."

That didn't mean they had too much success at it, though - Jack had seen the numbers. Not even his command had received nearly as many such recruits as he had requested. And his people would be operating behind enemy lines and in other places where medical evacuation wasn't expected and really needed healers.

But that wasn't the point of this meeting. "Well, the magic items on the list seem interesting," he commented.

Leary winced. "They're magitech tools."

Jack shrugged. "They do magic when you activate them - or are supposed to. That makes them magic items." His soldiers certainly would call them that. "And all the magitech items I know don't need special genes to be used." He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ah, yes!" Leary perked up. "That's actually a result of the main difference between, say, the magitech scanner the Alliance uses and the proposed tools. With the scanner, you push the button and it tells you what it scanned. Like a computer. With our proposed tools, activating the item creates a magical power of sorts, but it's up to the user to actually aim and use that power so it achieves the desired effect. And that requires a certain genetic disposition."

"A talent for magic, you mean," Jack said in a flat tone.

Leary nodded with a smile. "Exactly! People who could, with the right training, learn to cast spells."

People like me. Jack drew a deep breath through clenched teeth. It had been a coincidence, he reminded himself, that the proposal had first crossed his desk so close after he had found out that his genes were changing. He had already overreacted and made Carter mad; he wouldn't make the same mistake again. "We generally want them to learn how to cast spells," he said.

"Oh, yes." Leary nodded. "That would be ideal, of course. But as you know, the opportunities for magical education are currently rather scarce, even with help from Mystacor. We can only send a handful of people to Etheria, and Earth's own magical institutions are still in the process of being built and not up to taking more than a few students for rather experimental lessons."

"So, you'd rather use them for experiments with magitech?" Jack's tone was, maybe, a bit sharper than it should have been, but he kind of had a personal stake in this.

"Yes!" Leary nodded again, smiling broadly. "If we can create such items, we can drastically shorten the time needed to field magical support for our troops. All it would take is a recruit with the talent, magic gear and time to train with the gear - nothing too different from existing specialist training."

Any fool could see the advantages, and Jack wasn't a fool. And, of course, it would also mean that when the war was over, and the soldiers were getting demobilised, unlike trained sorceresses, those kinds of magic-using soldiers wouldn't be released into civilian life with the power to throw fireballs at their fingertips. Not until they trained as actual sorceresses, at least.

Yeah, Jack could see this proposal's advantages. Even if he didn't like it. "And how likely is this to work out? In time to be used in the war?"

Leary's smile twisted a little. "Well, it's a new field of research and development, so we can't make exact predictions, but we're quite optimistic that we'll see tangible results in time to be fielded. Mystacor's researchers are very interested in this as well, so we have experienced people working on this."

In other words, this could be pie in the sky. But the potential was so obvious, and with Etheria backing the idea, Jack knew trying to block this would be pointless. Better to get on board so he could keep an eye on this - he had mixed feelings about those 'tools', but he would rather not end up fighting zombified test subjects because no one ran herd on a bunch of mad scientists. If his people were to use those things, Jack would make sure they were safe. Even if he had to use his stupid alien genes for it.

So he nodded and gave Leary his best fake smile. "Well, you have my support, Doctor."

"Thank you, general!"

*****

Asteroid Belt, Arealis-System, February 18th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Adora looked at the crates being lowered to the deck of the 'Steel Fist' - Hordak's idea; he claimed the name would fit Horde Prime's naming scheme best - and managed not to wince. The bodies inside the containers had never been alive, so they weren't really corpses, and they hadn't been cloned in the Horde pods but had been grown in Alpha, but they looked the part.

That was a good thing, of course - in order to really fool Apophis, they couldn't just pretend the entire crew had evacuated; some corpses had to be left - but they really looked the part. Some were torn up, some showed the typical signs of 'explosive decompression', as Sam had called it, some were riddled with bullets… the ones that were supposed to have died from suffocation were the least bad to look at.

"They were really thorough in preparing this," Catra commented, peering at the closest container's glass lid. She acted cool, but Adora could tell that she didn't like the sight either. "I'd be worried if I didn't know this was mostly Alpha's work."

Adora blinked. "You're not worried that Alpha did this?"

Her love shrugged. "We already know Alpha would do whatever she thought was needed for her projects no matter how wrong if she were allowed to."

"Ah." Adora nodded. Catra was correct - Alpha had been following their orders, well, Adora's, to the letter, but it was obvious that all she cared about was her research and that she had no moral or ethical restrictions. Not that that was her fault, of course - the First Ones had built her like this - but it was still a potential problem. And yet… "It's better than the alternative." Some clones had volunteered to stay behind! Adora and Priest had set them straight, but that had been a shock. The last thing Adora wanted was for people to sacrifice themselves for her!

Catra checked her tablet. "Well, everything's proceeding according to schedule. Kul'et's report should be reaching Apophis today, unless his people are not quite as competent as we assumed."

Adora nodded. And then, Apophis would think Stargate Command was about to launch a desperate mission to take out the superweapon before it could be deployed against Earth - using information that would allow him to swoop in and take the superweapon for himself. Everyone agreed that he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to show up both the Horde and Stargate Command. And the timing was tight enough that Apophis couldn't hesitate too long, or he'd lose the opportunity - this system was just close enough for his forces to be diverted here instead of closing in on Earth.

But Adora couldn't help worrying that the timing might be too tight. Sure, the plan allowed for delays, and the scripted attack had several points where the supposed boarding action by Stargate teams would be stalled to give Apophis's forces more time to move in, but the plan was a bit more complicated than Adora would have liked.

"The Imperial Japanese Navy would have loved it," Jack had commented.

Daniel had disagreed with that, but his explanations had made it clear that Jack hadn't been that far off.

"So, the crew casualties are ready to be placed," Catra said. "And the bots should soon be done with the supply station on the ground. We're ready to move into the troop smuggling compartments as soon as we get word that Apophis is starting his operation."

Adora nodded and turned to look through the force field separating the cargo bay from space. She could see the hull that served as the Steel Fist's escort in the distance. It would be blown up as soon as the mission started. At least they didn't need any fake corpses for that part.

Everything was ready or almost ready. And yet… "I wish we could just go straight for Apophis," she said.

Catra shrugged again. "He's prepared for that. We won't be able to sneak into his palace again, and a frontal assault would cause too many civilian casualties - and allow him enough time to escape. But if he thinks he's fooling us, he'll be vulnerable."

Adora knew that. The Alliance command council had argued about this almost as much as they had argued about Adora and her friends leading the mission. As if she'd let anyone else risk their lives without her when she was needed!

She just preferred a less complicated plan. Even cadets learned that you could never anticipate everything. You could just do your best and improvise when needed.

*****

Asteroid Belt, Arealis-System, February 20th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Samantha Carter stared at the holoprojection above her laptop, which showed the Arealis-System and the projected course of Apophis's fleet, confirmed by the spy bot network. Five minutes out according to their best estimate.

She zoomed in on the asteroid belt with a few keystrokes. Tiny projections of the "Steel Fist" and its escort appeared, followed by even smaller projections depicting the two Tel'taks that had docked to both ships.

"Are they there yet?" the General asked. He was sitting back in his seat, hands on the back of his head as if he was bored, but Sam knew it was an act. Same as Catra's 'snoring'.

"Not yet," she replied. "Approximately four more minutes."

"You said that last time I asked!"

She snorted, once, and switched her attention to the screens showing the interior of the 'Steel Fist'. The cloned corpses had been placed, and the boarding team was doing a good job of shooting up the hallways around the bodies. They didn't stray too far from the airlock where the Tel'tak was docked, of course - they would have to retreat quickly once Apophis's ships arrived.

The team on the hulk serving as a decoy escort was doing the same, but since that hull would be blown up, they weren't quite as crucial for fooling Apophis's troops as the team here. If Apophis realised that this was staged…

She pressed her lips together. The stealth compartments built into the fake superweapon were shielded, but against sensors and small arms fire, and the shields of the "Steel Fist" wouldn't last long at all against a bombardment from multiple Ha'taks. If the "Steel Fist" came under fire, they would have to scuttle it using the charges built into the structure and hope that the debris would fool Apophis and allow the compartments housing Sam and the others to be picked up later. Entrapta and Sam had added stealth generators as a last resort, but even if they worked perfectly, they wouldn't stop a stray shot from hitting them.

Sam wasn't really fond of the odds she had calculated to survive this. At least if things went very wrong, not all her friends would die with her - Entrapta had been left behind to work on their projects with Hordak and the rest. It was just the SG-1, with Sha're, and the "Best Friends Squad" here, with two fire teams from the General's command added.

A beep drew her attention - and made the General and Catra sit up at once. "Enemy fleet exiting hyperspace in ten seconds," she reported.

"Showtime. Literally," the General commented with a toothy grin.

Then the holoprojection changed, fourteen Ha'taks appearing with two dozen Al'keshs surrounding them. She checked the distances - a few minutes, at most, until they would reach them. Two minutes for the Death Gliders already shooting out of their hangars.

The General wanted five seconds, then pushed a button on the radio in front of him. "O'Neill speaking! A Goa'uld fleet has just appeared. All teams, withdraw at once - the mission is scrapped!"

Another voice protested. "Sir! We only need a few more minutes!"

"We don't have them, O'Malley! Withdraw - this is an order!"

"Yes, sir!"

The General deactivated the radio and chuckled. "O'Malley must have been channelling his annoyance that he couldn't join us."

"Do you think Apophis is tapping into our radios, Jack?" Daniel asked.

According to Kul'et, the Goa'uld were monitoring the radio waves but didn't have the capability to break their encryption in real-time.

"It never hurts to go the extra mile," Jack said. "Though if he were, I think he would be taunting us right now. Or demanding our surrender."

"He might have decided that the risk of facing SG-1 again is higher than the danger of an underling betraying him and taking the superweapon for themselves," Teal'c commented.

"As long as he comes to check out his new toy as soon as he has secured it, that's fine," the General said.

Sam agreed. If they only had to fool his most fanatical Jaffa and not Apophis himself, that would improve the odds of their success.

The Death Gliders were racing towards them. Their speed was actually higher than expected, if not by much. Sam still frowned as she logged the data. Still not fast enough to reach the ships before the Tel'taks could undock and cloak.

Which the one docked to the Steel Fist just did, followed ten seconds later by the one docked to the escort. As both cloaked - their holoprojections changed colours - the fake escort blew up.

The Goa'uld fleet was still coming at them at full speed. The Death Gliders were firing blindly at the last position of the Tel'taks and the space around them. Fortunately, the cloaked ships had already gained enough distance that the shots went far too wide.

Sam turned to look at Adora. "Escape pods ready to be launched."

Adora nodded. "Do it."

Sam gave the order with a push of a button. The ship was too big to feel any reaction from the escape pods being launched, but she could see the pods, all of them carrying at least one cloned body, on one screen and track their courses on the holoprojection.

They didn't make it far - half the Death Gliders turned and started shooting them. A few blew up, but others began leaking atmosphere or trailing debris. "They're trying to disable them," Sam reported. "Initiating self-destruction routines."

The disabled pods began to blow up as their communicators broadcasted pre-recorded defiant messages.

"You will never take us alive!"

"Glory to Horde Prime!"


Sam muted them. "Decoy scuttling charges ready."

"Trigger them," Adora ordered.

Sam did. This time, the ship shook as the bombs they had placed in the outer hull went off, simulating a failed scuttling.

She straightened. "Charges detonated as planned."

"Thank you, Sam."

Now, they only had to wait until the Jaffa boarded them. And hope that Apophis's commander didn't decide to just destroy the decoy.

*****

It was working. The plan was working. Catra clenched her jaws and tried to ignore how her tail was swishing back and forth as she watched the holoprojection showing Apophis's forces close in on the "Steel Fist". The icons for the escape pods were fading out one after another.

She glanced at Melog. Her friend reflected her own mood. Damn. She had to calm down. Even if just waiting for others to act was a pain. No, not the waiting - the hiding in a defenceless decoy.

She had to focus on the situation instead of worrying. "The Death Gliders keep trying to disable the pods even though that only makes them self-destruct when they don't accidentally blow them up," she commented. "Someone's being stubborn."

"If Apophis demanded prisoners - presumably to interrogate about the operation of the weapon - then his chosen commander would rather die than not obey," Teal'c said. "Even if he did all he could and gained the decoy superweapon as ordered, it would still only be a partial success."

But one could argue it was a complete success given the circumstances. Catra was familiar with that situation, though she doubted Apophis would be any more receptive than Shadow Weaver had been.

"Well, without a trained crew to interrogate, Apophis would have some trouble getting it operational," Daniel said. "If it worked at all."

Sha're nodded in agreement. "And if Apophis punishes the commander for this failure, it might cost him one of his most loyal Jaffa."

"First the Palace, then the research station, and now this? Dear old Apophis must be starting to run out of his most loyal commanders," Jack said with a snort.

"Well, technically, he'll always have a most loyal commander as long as he has commanders, though they might be less competent and even less loyal than their predecessors," Daniel commented. "But if he selected for loyalty rather than competence, he might end up with more competent commanders if he gets rid of the current ones."

"I hope we won't end up improving the quality of his officers," Glimmer said.

"I doubt that." Sha're shook her head. "Anyone exceptionally competent but of questionable loyalty would have been eliminated by Apophis as soon as he realised it. And any rival commanders would have pointed it out to him at once."

Catra nodded. She knew exactly how that worked. That was how the Horde had done things. And that was one of the reasons the Goa'uld would lose this war.

On the projection, the Tel'taks and Al'keshs were now surrounding the "Steel Fist" and the debris field that had been the decoy escort. Catra glanced at the camera feeds to check if she could spot them. The scanner feeding the holoprojection would detect far more detail, but she liked using her own eyes. She didn't spot any of them, though - the distance was still too great.

"Alright, folks, prepare to be boarded," Jack said.

"And hope they don't have better scanners than we thought they have," Catra added.

"Catra!" Adora hissed.

"You don't have to whisper," Catra retorted with a grin. "The soundproofing is so good, even I didn't hear the shooting outside. We can scream to our heart's content here without anyone hearing us."

"Catra!" Adora rolled her eyes, but their friends and the two fire teams with them chuckled.

A beep and a red blinking string of letters made Catra snap back to the holoprojection - and curse.

"Additional ships detected!" Sam reported. "Counting… thirty Ha'taks. Fifty Al-Keshs. And forty-two Tel'taks."

That was a fleet, not just a task force! The holoprojection showed them, coloured yellow, surrounding Apophis's fleet in a pincer movement. The Al'kesh and Tel'taks were already speeding up to engage their counterparts.

Apophis's forces were reacting as well, the faster ships racing to engage the new enemy. But their Al'Keshs and Tel'taks were outnumbered, and the Death Gliders, which might have been able to overwhelm the enemy defences if they had been ready, were not concentrated, many of them just turning away from hunting down escape pods. Catra didn't think they would be able to form up into effective formations before the new fleet had already deployed enough Death Gliders to stop them.

"It looks like Apophis's operational security is even worse than we thought," Jack commented.

Catra nodded. This must be a rival of Apophis who had found out about this. They had overestimated their enemy. And underestimated another enemy. She cursed. "If his commander thinks that he cannot win this, he might decide to deny them their prize." In which case he'd order the fleet to shoot at the "Steel Fist".

She stared at the holoprojection. So far, Apophis's ships were still moving to engage the new arrivals, the screening units launching themselves at the enemy ahead of the Ha'taks. But they were outnumbered two to one. And their formation was split.

"His best chance is to delay the enemy in the hope of taking the "Steel Fist" and escaping with it into hyperspace before the enemy can reach it," Catra said. That was what she would do. But they had to know that if the "Steel Fist" could flee, she would have already done so - they had disabled the engines, after all, to explain why they hadn't fled before Apophis's forces had arrived. So…

Adora nodded. "It's their best course of action, but they have to know the chances they'll pull it off are low."

A Tel'tak - cloaked - was headed towards them. But so were two from the new enemy, whoever it was.

"Well, no matter who wins, we'll get to bag a System Lord," Jack said with fake cheer.

"Unless the other side manages to destroy the decoy to prevent their escape," Catra retorted with a grim expression. That was the obvious response if you lost the boarding action.

They had to hope that Apophis's forces were either competent enough to get the ship moving before the enemy capital ships were in range, or too incompetent to blow up the ship themselves before the others took it.

Catra didn't like either odds.

*****
 
Oh I love that. This bait is too effective. I wonder if just one system lord shows up, after all it would be a game changer in the system lord balance of power, they may have just turned the Ra succession war hot accidentally
 
Chapter 159: The Double Cross Part 5
Chapter 159: The Double Cross Part 5

Asteroid Belt, Arealis-System, February 20th, 2000 (Earth Time)


"Apophis's Tel'tak just docked, sir."

Jack O'Neill nodded at Carter's report. He could see it himself on the screen - a camera was covering the hallway outside the airlock. They didn't have any trouble opening it, of course - the 'boarding team' that had retreated earlier had not bothered to block or seal the airlock; no one would have done that while fleeing. But… "What damage did the 'failing scuttling charges' do to the engines?" he asked.

"They knocked the crystals out of alignment, sir. Exactly as planned." Carter was slightly annoyed; Jack recognised the tone. Probably not really at the implied questioning of her work but their general situation.

The Tel'kats from the unknown System Lord who had decided to crash their party before they could trap Apophis were only a few more minutes away - despite being cloaked from any sensors but the Alliance scanners, they were still avoiding Apophis's ships and Death Gliders, which delayed them.

"Any chance that Apophis's goons will manage to repair the engine in time to escape?" Jack looked at Carter.

"If they have a skilled hyperdrive engine technician with them who immediately starts working…" Carter shook her head. "No chance, sir. We wanted damage that would take long enough to repair to make the boarding team's retreat believable."

"I know," Jack said. "And it was a good decision. No one could have predicted this."

On the screen, the airlock opened, and he could see the Jaffa pouring through the opening. Blowing it open would have been faster, but that would have led to the ship's air being vented into space if they undocked - or if their ship got shot off the airlock.

The boarders split in two, one heading for the bow part of the ship and one headed towards aft. Or whatever Navy pukes called it. Bridge and engine room. We should build a ship with the important rooms switched, or hidden, he thought. Would confuse the snakes. At least once.

On the holoprojection, the two other Tel'taks were closing in as well, just circling around a damaged Death Glider. Trying to be sneaky snakes.

"They didn't bring bombs," Jack noted aloud. "They can't blow the ship up from the bridge or the engine room, either."

"We know that, but the Jaffa and their masters don't," Daniel said.

Jack understood what he meant - they could trigger the real scuttling charges and hide their smuggling compartments amongst the debris. The snakes would blame each other, with no one the wiser, and keep killing each other.

The victor might stay and collect the wreckage to study, though, if only to have something to show to their master. Still, with the stealth modules, they had good odds of avoiding being noticed until it was safe to recover them. And they had enough supplies and air scrubbers to last a long time. Certainly long enough for a 'Horde task force' to show up and check what had happened to their missing 'superweapon'.

It was the smart decision to take - the mission was fubar. Apophis's goons couldn't get the decoy to their Lord before they were boarded in turn. And odds were, they tried to shoot it up at that point anyway. But…

"So… which System Lord do you think we'll trap instead of Apophis?" Catra asked, flashing her teeth in a cocky grin. Her tail was swishing back and forth quite rapidly, though. And Melog looked not quite as cocky as she did, Jack noted.

"Probably Sokar or Heru'ur," Glimmer said, nodding calmly. "They are fighting him and would likely have focused their spies on him and have the forces ready to react."

"I concur," Sha're said. "But we cannot exclude the possibility that other System Lords have been closely observing the conflict, waiting for an opportunity to take out one of their rivals - or all three."

"Yes." Adora nodded. "We planned for Apophis, but we can adapt and capture someone else."

Sure, they could. But they had prepared for Apophis and his defences, not anyone else. All their contingencies to extract them would be useless. Odds were, the relief forces assigned to get them out if they had to hunker down and hold out until relieved would be out of position now.

Carter and Daniel were looking at Jack, too. They knew that as well as he did that he really should push to abort the mission right here and now - the other Tel'taks were closing in now. About one more minute, tops. And Apophis's Jaffa were flailing around on the bridge and the engine room, trying to get weapons working that were carefully disabled beforehand. If they didn't seal off the hallways, they'd be trying to breathe vacuum as soon as their Tel'tak was in range of the enemy's guns.

And yet… Jack had mostly joked about bagging another System Lord, but they had put a lot of work into this mission. Work he wouldn't want to go to waste. Not when they had decent chances to pull off a victory from the jaws of defeat. After all, whoever was attacking Apophis wasn't expecting this to be a trap either and would be unprepared for them.

And unprepared for She-Ra.

Jack nodded and smiled - about as forcedly as the others, he'd bet. "I think it's gonna be Sokar. That's the kind of sneaky move he loves, according to what we know."

Daniel blinked, and Carter rolled her eyes, but they would follow him.

And the Etherians were already sold on it anyway.

*****​

Adora nodded. No matter who won this battle, odds were the decoy would attract a System Lord, and then they could spring their trap. Capture the Goa'uld, take over the ship and escape with it.

"The second boarding force is in range," Sam announced. "They've started their attack run."

"Standard formations," Catra commented as the holoprojection showed the two Tel'taks flying towards the docked one.

"If it works, it works," Jack said.

Moments later, the ship shook, and Adora saw Apophis's Tel'tak shaking as multiple blasts hit it, piercing its hull. She didn't hear anything, though, which was eerie.

Catra pressed her lips together - she must find this disorienting as well, then.

The Tel'tak shook from more hits but remained docked, and Adora couldn't see any secondary explosions. For a moment, she wondered if the Tel'tak would survive this, forcing the attackers to make another run. But then, the ship was ripped apart as something blew up in the aft section, spewing debris into the path of the two attackers, whose shields flared as they flew through the expanding cloud.

And the decoy ship shuddered again when the struck Tel'tak's remains were blown away from the airlock. On the screen, Adora saw a squad of Jaffa taking up positions across the hallway from the airlock.

"They're trying to use it as a choke point," Jack said. "That should buy them a bit more time to get the engine working. What do you think, Carter?"

"They'll need at least a few more minutes," Sam replied. "They have yet to align any of the crystals."

Adora glanced at the screen showing the engine room. The Jaffa - fewer than before; some must have gone to defend the airlock - were wrestling a massive crystal into place. Adora wasn't an expert, but she doubted that would be enough for precision machinery.

"Watch the hull cameras!" Catra suddenly snapped.

Adora turned to look at the other screen, where Sam was quickly enlarging a particular feed. She could see that the Tel'tak had not docked to the airlock, but the hull next to it - and people were leaving the ship.

"That's not standard armour," Sam said.

"It is an armoured vacuum suit," Teal'c said. "Although a rather old-fashioned one."

"Can you see any symbols to identify who is behind this?" Jack asked.

"The places where such markings are usually placed are clear," Teal'c replied.

"So… someone's trying to be extra-sneaky," Jack commented. "Sounds like Sokar."

"I agree. Heru'ur is not known for such subterfuge," Teal'c said.

"Or he has never been caught," Catra pointed out as the Jaffa in suits opened the airlock.

Was the airlock damaged by the destruction of Apophis's Tel'tak? Or didn't the new attackers want to risk suffering the same fate if they docked? Or…

"It's not closing," Catra said.

Oh. Adora grimaced when the inner door of the airlock opened, and the air inside the hallway shot out into the vacuum, dragging the waiting Jaffa with them. They were still flailing, still alive, when they were sucked into space. One managed to grab the doorframe and stop himself from being thrown clear of the ship, but Adora saw a flash illuminating the airlock's insides, and then the hapless Jaffa, a hole blown through his chest, was floating in space as well. That was a very nasty way to die…

"Yeah, that's a bit too clever for a System Lord who likes fighting in the trenches," Jack commented.

"Hey!" Glimmer protested.

Adora scowled as well. Princesses fought at the front; that was how it was done. Your power didn't serve anyone if you stayed behind the lines.

Catra, of course, chuckled. "What about Generals fighting in the trenches?"

"It's not the same!" Jack retorted. "We're talking snakes here - they generally don't like to risk their lives."

"Any System Lord fighting at the frontline risks getting stabbed in the back as much as he risks death at the hands of his opponents," Sha're added.

"Heru'ur is famous for defying those dangers," Teal'c nodded.

Adora watched the cameras again. The hallway had lost all its air, but the internal doors had held - both the Jaffa on the bridge and in engineering were unaffected. Well, physically - the engineers were looking frantic as they continued to struggle with the repairs, and the ones on the bridge looked struck.

"They must not have expected that." Catra shook her head. "If they vent the rest of the ship, they'll win this. Apophis boarders didn't bring any spacesuits."

"Must be embarrassing to miss that," Jack said with a scoff and a glance at his own custom spacesuit.

Adora nodded. Boarding actions were dangerous enough; not to prepare for a hull breach was suicide.

Suddenly, the repair crew in the engineering section froze for a moment before stopping their work on the crystals. Instead, they rushed to the reactor controls.

"They're trying to overload the reactor," Sam confirmed Adora's suspicion. "I've countered their orders."

"Good. Can you make it look like a computer glitch or safety protocol?" Jack asked.

"I already did that, sir," Sam replied.

"Ah, of course." Jack looked a bit embarrassed himself.

On the screen, the Jaffa in spacesuits advanced, splitting up as had Apophis's team before - only this one had double their numbers.

Adora didn't think Apophis's forces would win this. But that meant…

"Two Al'keshs have broken off from the fighting and are headed towards us," Sam reported.

"Apophis's commander must have realised he can't win this," Catra said. "Let's hope Sokar's forces are good enough to stop his last attack."

Adora nodded in agreement.

*****​

Samantha Carter watched intently as her scanner tracked the two Al'Keshs flying towards the "Steel Fist". Unlike the Death Gliders starting their attack runs, the bombers had enough firepower to destroy the decoy. Usually, bombs were as useless in space combat as they were in a dogfight, but with the ship immobilised, that wasn't an issue. And it didn't take much to compensate for the lack of gravity - a bomb would continue the trajectory of the ship launching it at the moment of separation. Sam had no doubt that Apophis's crews were trained enough to manage that. And if they weren't, they were likely fanatical enough to ram the decoy.

She ran a few calculations in her head. Rough, but sufficient to estimate the effect. If one Al'Kesh rammed the "Steel Fist", the shielded compartments could hold - provided the shields went up in time. Two Al'Keshs made that rather less probable. "We might have to enact the evacuation plan, sir," she said, "if the bombers are on a suicide course." Which they wouldn't know until it would be almost too late to react.

The General leaned forward, tense and focused, and stared at the holoprojection. "The new snakes are moving to stop them."

Sam nodded. The attackers' Death Gliders, which had been fighting their counterparts, were disengaging and swinging around to attack the two Al'Keshs. But she could already tell that the majority wouldn't reach the bombers in time to stop them, and the firepower of those who would was unlikely to be enough.

"The Tel'taks are undocking," Catra reported.

Adding two stealth ships would even up things, but they had to accelerate first to intercept the bombers.

The first Death Gliders, some of Apophis's own in pursuit, were in range now and started firing. The blasts were deflected by the Al'Keshs' shields, though, and by focusing on the bombers, they left themselves open to the fighters behind them. Sam saw two, then another, explode in short order. No, that wouldn't…

She drew a sharp breath when she realised the surviving Death Gliders weren't pulling up for another attack run but kept accelerating straight at the Al'Keshs. Even though she had considered suicide attacks, to see it happen…

"They're ramming them!" Adora gasped.

A moment later, the first Death Glider hit the shields of the leading bomber and blew up, followed by another. The shields shattered with the third, and the Al'Kesh suddenly changed course in an obvious attempt to evade the next.

They were too late, though - two Death Gliders crashed into the ship at near-full speed, still firing, and sent it reeling. No secondary explosions, but the ship was blown off-course, trailing debris.

"Fanatics," the General muttered as more Death Gliders went in, all firing until they crashed into the bomber.

Sam quickly zoomed in on the struck ship. The hull had buckled under the impacts, she could see multiple breaches, and… there was the first secondary explosion. Not a magazine, but… The ship vanished in a ball of fire before she could finish her thought.

"They were ordered to stop the bombers at all costs," Teal'c commented. "And they did."

The second bomber, trailing the first, had managed to change course in time and had only been hit by two suicide attacks. But that manoeuvre had brought it right into the path of the two Tel'taks. Still cloaked, both flew straight at it.

Sam winced at the explosion that followed.

She felt the deck under her feet shake slightly - the surviving Death Gliders of Apophis's force were throwing themselves at the decoy, but even with their counterparts' numbers reduced by those who had intercepted the Al'Keshs, there were enough Death Gliders around to make that tactic much less effective. And the "Steel Fist" was much tougher than an Al'Kesh. Only two more Death Gliders managed to ram the ship before they were all destroyed, and the damage done was minimal, according to Sam's scanner.

Sam checked the state of the main battle. Apophis's forces were collapsing. Half of his Ha'taks had been destroyed, and the remaining ones were under withering fire as they tried to disengage and retreat - not they were trying to reach the decoy, she realised.

"Won't make it," Catra commented. "Too slow, and the attackers can concentrate their fire."

Sam agreed with the assessment.

"Look, they've reached the engine room," Sha're called out. "They are…"

"...about to blow the doors," the General finished for her with a grim expression.

Without having sealed off the hole in the hull. Sam winced - Apophis's Jaffa were helpless. They couldn't even launch an attack of their own; opening the doors would only speed up their deaths, and… Her eyes widened - the defenders were moving to the doors. Some were tying themselves to the consoles closest to the doors. Why would…? "They're about to open the doors themselves!" she blurted out.

The General cursed. Catra also cursed.

The doors slid open, and the surprised attackers still placing charges were cut down by the defenders' staff weapons and zat'nik'tels. One of them cut himself off, Sam saw, trying to grab a charge as he was sucked out of the room, but his hands missed. Two staff blasts killed him moments later.

The defenders switched their fire to the remaining attackers. Sam saw one of them get hit, his suit rupturing, as they shot back. But the outcome was never in doubt - not when the defenders were already suffocating.

But they kept shooting until they fell unconscious. By the time the last one died, one of the attackers shooting him with a zat'nik'tel when he collapsed, the bridge was under attack as well.

Sam already knew how that would end.

*****​

The waiting was the worst, but they didn't have a choice any more. Catra scoffed under her breath as she watched the holoprojection. After finishing off Apophis's forces, which had died to a man trying to destroy the "Steel Fist", the new fleet had formed up in a defensive formation around the decoy ship while throwing over a hundred workers at the task of restoring the ship's hyperdrive before either the Horde or Apophis came back with more ships to retake the decoy ship.

And most of those workers were humans - slaves. Catra had already seen Jaffa literally using whips to drive them to work harder. That meant that if Catra and her friends tried to escape by triggering the scuttling charges, blowing the decoy ship up and escaping while cloaked (and disguised as debris as a backup), they would be killing over a hundred helpless people in addition to a bunch of fanatical Jaffa. They couldn't do that.

Not that Catra would give them good odds of escaping even if they did that, not between all the Death Gliders flitting around the "Steel Fist", probably hunting for more suicidal cloaked Tel'taks. No, they were now committed to the plan; the window to call it off and withdraw had closed.

But it meant she had nothing to do but wait for the workers to finish fixing the hyperdrive and hope nothing else would go wrong. Like a third System Lord sending forces to take the superweapon. Or Apophis returning with more ships. Or the Asgard arriving to 'stop the Horde' or whatever.

She snorted. Any of those scenarios were unlikely. If Apophis had more ships, he would have sent them in the first place. The Asgard didn't have the ships to spare and didn't really care about the Horde or Earth - not enough to get involved. And the odds of them knowing about this were slim to none. And if a third System Lord not only had gotten the fake intel about this operation but had the forces ready to move in time to stop Apophis, then Apophis's security was so bad, he should have been defeated by his rivals already.

Catra knew all that, but a little bit of worry remained. Apophis's security had been been broken by one rival already, after all. Which reminded her… "Hey, Teal'c - seen anything to identify the new guys yet?"

Teal'c replied without looking away from the screen he used to watch the engine room, where most workers were slaving away. "Not so far. Not even the slaves are carrying symbols of worship of their fake god. That in itself is telling - whoever is behind this is quite skilled at hiding their involvement. They must have experience with hiding their operations."

Ah! Catra's eyes widened for a moment. That sounded like…

"Like, say, having fooled everyone into thinking they were dead for a thousand years, like Sokar?" Jack beat Catra to the punch.

"I believe he would be the most likely suspect, as the saying goes," Teal'c said. "We know he was already fighting Apophis, so he would have had forces in the area ready to be deployed, and even after the purges following Apophis's setbacks, it is not unreasonable to assume that Sokar has some spies left at his rival's court."

Catra nodded. That sounded plausible.

"Sokar…" Sha're trailed off, and Catra saw her take a deep breath. "His reputation for cruelty is only rivalled by Ba'al's."

"Well, taking him out will be a good thing, then," Jack commented. "Not that taking out a snake is ever a bad thing, of course."

Catra agreed with that as well, though the Alliance didn't know as much about Sokar's realm as they knew about Apophis's, so exploiting the loss of its ruler would be more difficult.

"We might even discover at least one of Sokar's hidden worlds," Sam added.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed. "It is unlikely that he will have the decoy moved to his capital, if only to keep it secret from his own court, but with what little is known about his territory, any new information will be a boon."

"That will make it harder to escape, though," Bow pointed out. "We won't know the area, and we won't have any allies nearby. Not close enough, at least, or the spy bot network would have found the system already."

"If we manage to capture Sokar, this will decapitate his forces and throw his court into chaos," Sha're retorted. "His underlings will start struggling for power at once. Sokar's rule relies on fear above all else."

"And no one fears the chump who gets captured in his own realm by a few good men and women. And cats," Jack said, nodding at Catra and Melog with a grin.

She snorted at that. It made sense, but it was also more than a little optimistic. "Let's not get overconfident. We have to capture him first." And then escape before Sokar's underlings realised that this was the best opportunity to get rid of their boss. "And for that, those idiots need to finish repairing the hyperdrive."

"The crystals we knocked out of alignment were further disrupted by the fighting between Apophis's forces and the new attackers," Sam said. She sounded a bit defensive, as if it was her fault that the Goa'uld were incompetent. "The attacks by the Death Gliders also damaged one of the projectors, which will require further repairs."

"Any estimate for how long that will take them?" Jack asked.

Sam grimaced. "Based on their performance so far, at least several hours."

Catra shook her head. Motivation by whipping didn't work. Especially not when it came to difficult tasks such as repairing high-tech machinery. People made mistakes under such stress. And speaking of mistakes… "Can you check their work?" she asked.

"We are plugged into the ship's systems and can run a diagnosis," Sam replied.

"Good. I'd hate for this mission to get derailed further by a faulty hyperdrive sending us god knows where," Jack said. "I'm already behind on the latest season of the Simpsons."

Catra snorted, but Bow perked up. "Oh, you are?" he asked. "I've got all episodes that were aired so far on my tablet."

"Really?" Jack looked surprised.

Probably hasn't expected his joke to be taken seriously, Catra thought with a snicker.

"Yes." Bow smiled, then looked embarrassed. "My brothers like them, and, well…" he shrugged. "Everyone's still doing it."

"Well, can I borrow your tablet then?" Jack asked.

"Jack! Are you seriously going to watch a cartoon series in the middle of the mission?" Daniel blurted out.

"Do we have anything else to do?"

Daniel blinked but didn't seem to have an answer to that.

Neither did Sam, though she was frowning, Catra noticed.

So, it seemed as if they would indeed watch cartoons in the middle of a mission. Well, Jack would, at least. But there weren't many alternatives. Of course, Catra could think of a number of things to do with Adora that beat watching cartoons, but they lacked the privacy for that.

Quite the dilemma. Catra blamed the Goa'uld for that.

*****​

The Simpsons had been funnier in the past, in Jack O'Neill's opinion. And he blamed the Etherians for it - the 'Princess of Springfield' character, an exiled Etherian, had started with the 'magic goes wrong' episodes, which now seemed to take up half the season. If it wasn't Bart getting cursed, Lisa trying out witchcraft, or Homer annoying ancient ghosts by mistake, you could bet on some Etherian guest character appearing and making a mess with magic.

Far too much magic in the Simpsons, for Jack's taste. He shook his head as the current episode ended with half the town turned into the Simpson's version of the Whispering Woods - for the second time this season.

"Whoever is writing those episodes has no idea about Etherian magic," Glimmer commented. "Even for a cartoon show, I'd expect more research."

"But they hit the nail on the head with the exiled princess Sour Wasp," Catra retorted with a grin. "I wonder if Sweet Bee will sue."

Jack chuckled at the thought. He'd still prefer it if the character were removed.

"Ah, Bow," Daniel spoke up, "do your brothers prefer the new seasons or the old ones? I mean, the seasons released before Etheria made contact with Earth or the ones after that point?"

"Both," Bow replied. "Though they don't get all the jokes in the older ones. And half the jokes about Etheria are funny because they are so wrong."

"Ah. I was wondering about their grasp of the cultural context." Daniel nodded.

"I don't get many of the nuances of the jokes in Earth media either," Sha're added.

"You're making a lot of progress," Daniel told her. "It's not as if it's different for the audience on Earth outside the USA."

"That's because you have as many people on your world as the rest of the galaxy put together," Glimmer grumbled.

"It's not quite as extreme," Daniel corrected her. "Though we do have a lot of distinct cultures."

"Well, on Etheria, most are only getting to know Western media," Bow said.

"And some Japanese," Catra added with a sigh.

"If your impression of Earth culture is based on our media, it might have interesting effects on cross-cultural relationships," Daniel said. "I've mentioned that in a paper for the tourism commission."

Glimmer groaned. "Don't remind me about them. They don't get that the Stargate is not a tourist transport."

"Or that our cruisers aren't cruise ships," Jack added with a snort.

"We don't have any cruisers, sir," Carter cut in.

Jack rolled his eyes at her. He knew that, but his quip wouldn't have worked as well with frigates. "The point is that we don't have the spare transportation capacity to dedicate to tourists. Or the resources to waste on protecting interstellar Spring Breakers and Snow Birds."

"Well, I don't think that the commission expects mass tourism to take off anytime soon. But they are hoping for luxury trips, as far as I understand," Daniel said.

Jack snorted again. Of course, it was about luxury trips for the rich - they had the contacts and influence amongst politicians to prop up the commission in the first place. Same for the pressure to sell shuttles to civilians. Some people really didn't get that a shuttle wasn't a Humvee.

"If anyone wants to travel to other planets, they can join up," Campbell commented. Isa and the rest of the two fire teams in the compartment voiced their agreement. "They'll get all the exciting travel they can stomach."

Jack doubted that if the kind of people who wanted to go on luxury trips joined the Alliance forces, they would end up on the frontlines. They tended to go for cushy jobs in the rear. Preferably in some exotic travel destination. At least he hadn't had to deal with them at Stargate Command, thanks to the secrecy, and he didn't have to deal with them in the Alliance thanks to his position. Some perks that came with a general's rank were nicer than others.

"So, what about the next episode?" Bow asked, holding up his tablet.

Jack looked around. No one seemed terribly enthusiastic. Bow was probably just politely asking, Catra was curled up in Adora's lap in a way that would have half the brass Jack knew scream about inappropriate PDAs, Glimmer was looking bored, Carter hadn't watched the cartoons anyway but had been busy with her computer and Teal'c was… Teal'c. Daniel and Sha're looked interested, at least, and Jack's people in the back were a toss-up between watching and sleeping.

"Maybe we should…" he began.

"Sir! They brought the hyperdrive online," Carter interrupted him. "The "Steel Fist" is now operational."

Jack jumped up and walked over to her. "That was fast, wasn't it?"

"It's within expected parameters," Carter replied. Which probably meant she could have done it faster by herself.

Jack checked the feeds from the hidden cameras. The workers were exhausted - some had collapsed in the engine room - but the bridge crew was busy. Very busy. And on the holoprojection, the patrolling Death Gliders were racing back towards the Ha'taks.

"Get ready, folks," he called out. "Looks like we'll be on the way to wherever soon."

*****​

Hyperspace, February 20th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"According to the navigational data from the ship's computers, we're on the way to PT-1853. The Jaffa have plotted the course in several legs."

Adora nodded at Sam's report. "Do we have any data on that system?"

"Except for the fact that it has a Stargate, no. Exploration has been cut short due to the war effort, and the Tok'ra's data - at least the data they shared - has nothing on it either," Sam replied.

That meant none of the Goa'uld knew about the system. None but the System Lord behind the attack on Apophis's forces. That didn't mean it had to be Sokar - not many Goa'uld would send a captured superweapon to one of their main systems - but it made it a bit more likely; no one knew much about his territory.

"Good work, Carter. Let's hope that the Jaffa don't find our taps."

"Unless they physically dismantle the entire computer system and manage to spot the data ports we've hidden inside, that is unlikely, sir." Sam sounded a bit annoyed. "We're using the ship's own systems, after all, which they control, and our access is purely passive."

Sam was right, of course - they had done everything to prevent their deception from being discovered. Their plan wasn't perfect, of course - the fact that they were not on the way to Apophis proved that better than anything else.

"We're dealing with a paranoid snake expecting traitors everywhere - who has just pulled off an intel coup against Apophis," Jack pointed out.

"We built the system with this in mind and implemented the Tok'ra's advice."

Jack grumbled something Adora didn't catch but which made Catra snort. "I don't think the snake in charge of this will have the ship's systems dismantled for inspection," she said. They would want to keep the 'superweapon' ready to be used as soon as possible - before Apophis might decide to spread the news of this to alert all other System Lords of the danger and unite them against this."

"And they probably don't expect such treachery from the Horde," Bow added.

"Unless they know about his mind control chips," Glimmer retorted.

"Horde Prime probably kept those secret so his enemies wouldn't be warned," Catra pointed out. "Makes it easier to appear all-powerful and all-knowing, too, if people don't know your tricks."

Adora reached out and pulled Catra closer; her love must be remembering her time under Horde Prime's control. Cata grumbled a bit but didn't wriggle out of her embrace.

"At the very least, they won't try to pull the systems apart while they are travelling," Sam said.

"Never underestimate their fanaticism," Jack objected.

"They will not risk destroying the prize they were sent out to secure for their false god," Teal'c said. "Nor will they start to dismantle it without explicit orders. And such orders will likely be given in person - no System Lord will trust an underling with the power to destroy them."

Adora nodded. That was what they were counting on. "How long will we travel?" she asked.

Sam hit a few keys. "If they follow the plotted course, we'll be in hyperspace, with a few interruptions for navigation, for a week."

Adora frowned. They had laid the trap near Apophis's territory. "So, they took a task force standing by to attack Apophis and sent them to intercept us, and now they're withdrawing to a more distant base."

"Probably a forward base for attacks against Apophis," Jack added. "Let's hope our snake will want to check the goods before sending us deeper into their territory."

Adora nodded in agreement. She didn't want to spend weeks or months in hyperspace. That hadn't been a concern when they were planning to trick Apophis.

"So… since we'll be a while here…" Jack grinned. "What's next on the menu as entertainment?"

*****​

PT-1853 System, February 27th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"We're about to exit hyperspace."

Adora suppressed a sigh of relief at the announcement. After a week in hyperspace, she'd even prefer dropping into an ambush to spending another night in the stealth compartment. Sure, they had everything to survive for months if needed, but for one thing: Privacy.

All she wanted was to capture the Goa'uld responsible for extending their trip, head to the closest Stargate and return home to lock herself and Catra in their room for the next twenty-four hours or so. And if she had to personally beat the Goa'uld's entire guard for that, she'd do it happily - another week of this, and she'd agree with Catra about using the shower here! Though Melog, who was mirroring Catra's emotions, would probably claw a hole through the walls before that, if Catra didn't do it herself.

"Great! I am sick of Earth TV marathons!" Glimmer sounded as frustrated as Adora felt.

"We also have literally millions of books with us." Daniel obviously didn't quite get what Glimmer was really frustrated about.

Adora saw Sha're lean over to whisper in his ear, followed by Daniel blushing. Well, he understood now.

"Exiting hyperspace in five, four…"

Adora raised her chin and braced for the familiar feeling.

"..three, two, one…"

And they left hyperspace. Adora watched the holoprojection change as their magitech scanner switched on.

They were inside a system with two planets. And a couple of asteroids - no ring, though.

A moment later, several dozen Ha'taks and even more smaller ships appeared in the projection.

"That's either a major fleet base, or whoever is in command doesn't even trust their chosen task force to stay loyal," Jack commented.

"No System Lord trusts anyone," Sha're said.

"They've opened communications," Sam announced.

On the screen that had been showing shows and movies for a week straight, a Jaffa appeared. Adora recognised him - it was the Jaffa in charge of the task force. Gun'il, as they had found out from overhearing chatter amongst the crew.

The picture of him shrank to show another Jaffa, and Adora winced at the sight of the burn scars that covered the man's face. "Gun'il. You have achieved what you were ordered to do?"

"Yes, Kal'toc. We have secured the weapon Apophis craved and slaughtered his warriors. Our God's will was done."

"That remains for Him to judge,"
Kal'toc retorted. "Prepare for His arrival."

Gun'il bowed his head, and even on the screen, you could see that he was tense before the connection was cut.

"They don't mention their System Lord's name," Daniel commented. "I thought this might merely be an excessive interpretation of an order not to reveal their origin, but they do it even here, in a supposedly secure system. This is quite peculiar."

"That's not normal," Sha're agreed.

"Yeah. Usually, you can't stop them from praising their god," Jack said.

"Indeed."

"And the only System Lord we know who we don't know much about is Sokar." Catra shrugged. "Another clue that it's him, but we already pretty much knew that."

"Such religious practices can give us valuable insight into a System Lord's domain," Daniel objected. "If saying their god's name is taboo, then that could tell us something about their faith. Such a practice is not very common on Earth."

"Or all of them are just afraid of attracting his attention by saying his name," Jack said. "We'll know soon enough," he added, pointing at a Ha'tak that was leaving the planet's orbit and headed, together with most of the fleet, to their position. "I bet he just arrived by Stargate and ring transporter."

*****​

"They've docked," Sam announced, even though everyone could see the airlock on the screen.

Adora clenched and unclenched her fingers, almost summoning her sword. Finally! Their target had arrived.

Gun'il and his guards were lined up facing the airlock, more nervous than Adora had ever seen them, even though they clearly had achieved their mission. Then the doors slid back, revealing a Goa'uld, and the Jaffa dropped to their knees.

"Sokar," both Sha're and Teal'c said together when they saw him.

"Told you," Catra added. She was sheathing and unsheathing her claws, Adora saw. And her tail and ears were twitching.

"Do you recognise him?" Daniel asked.

"We recognise his symbol," Sha're replied. "Not his host. It's been a thousand years since he was seen by other System Lords."

The Jaffa were calling him their lord, praising him frantically, until he allowed them to stand up.

"Someone's really full of it," Jack commented as the Goa'uld started his inspection of the ship, led by the still-tense Gun'il.

Adora clenched her teeth. The Jaffa had won a victory for their god - or so they thought, at least. How cruel was this Goa'uld to make his most loyal followers fear him so?

She summoned her sword and went to the concealed doors that led into the control room of the 'Core Cracking Cannon'. Soon, he wouldn't be able to terrify people any more.

"There he comes!" Jack whispered from behind. "He just entered the room."

Adora glanced at the screen behind her, checked again where the Jaffa stood, then used the door controls.

She burst through the opening a moment later, sword turned shield, but the Jaffa guards were just reacting to the ambush, and Adora reached Sokar before they could even try to stop her. She smashed him into the warriors behind him, a personal shield flaring up, then breaking around him as all went down in a tangle of limbs and armour. A moment later, Catra jumped past her to rake her claws over the closest warrior.

"How dare you!" Sokar bellowed, raising his arm - with a Goa'uld torture device! "You will…!"

While shots rang out behind her and bullets and staff weapon fire cut down the guards on the side, Adora smashed the Goa'uld over the head with the flat side of her sword, knocking him out. Catra took care of the closest guards with a bit more vehemence than usual.

"Room secure!" Isa bellowed as the last guard went down.

Jack nodded. "Alright. Move to the bridge! We need to…"

The ship shuddered, almost sending them stumbling, and Adora heard the sounds of explosions. "We're under fire!" she snapped.

"The escorts have disabled our engines," Adora heard Sam report over the communicator.

Jack cursed. "They're very quick to stab their god in the back. Too quick."

Adora nodded. This didn't look like a coup.

"More Tel'taks are on the way," Sam told them.

Boarders.

Catra looked at their prisoner. "Let's hope we did get the right snake."

If this wasn't Sokar… Well, no matter what, they had to secure the ship and repel the boarders.

And then find a way to get away.

*****​
 
Oh I love that. This bait is too effective. I wonder if just one system lord shows up, after all it would be a game changer in the system lord balance of power, they may have just turned the Ra succession war hot accidentally

If news of the "Superweapon" spreads, old policies may be revised quite heavily.
 
Something something Evil Overlord list, "Whenever practical I shall send a stunt double to inspect any captured facilities, in case they are a trap for me..."?
 
Chapter 160: The Double Cross Part 6 New
Chapter 160: The Double Cross Part 6

PT-1853 System, February 27th, 2000 (Earth Time)


They were surrounded by dozens of Ha'taks and their escorts, commanded by one of the worst Goa'uld they knew of, and the enemy had just disabled their engines.

Samantha Carter had been in worse situations, but not many.

She checked the readings from the Steel Fist's systems on her computer. The Goa'uld had destroyed the sublight engines, but the hyperdrive was still functional. Although it relied on power from the main reactor, and the readings she got from the engine room weren't good.

Sam switched through a few windows and frowned. The reactor output was fluctuating - the engines' destruction must have damaged it, likely through a power surge. She clenched her teeth. That wouldn't have happened if they had used the latest Horde technology, but the Alliance had been worried about that falling into the hands of the Goa'uld even if the ship was scuttled, and so they had used designs that the Goa'uld already knew. Inferior designs. But the damage seemed repairable - though it would take some time. And even if they could open a subspace window, they still needed some form of propulsion to push the ship through it before the Goa'uld destroyed them. Although…

"Bridge secured. What are the snakes doing?" The General's voice came over the comms.

Sam checked the holoprojection. "Holding their positions, sir."

"Can we get away?" Adora asked.

"We need the reactor repaired and a way to accelerate the ship for a short period," Sam replied. "Then we can escape into hyperspace."

"How long will that take?"

"It depends on how fast we can repair the reactor and rig up a directed explosive to propel the ship," Sam replied.

"I like that plan," the General said. She had known it would appeal to him.

"Bow, Sam - get started on it," Adora ordered. "Have the Goa'uld tried to contact us yet?"

Sam didn't know if that question was aimed at her, but she checked her data anyway as she got up. "No contact yet," she said. "I'm moving to the reactor room."

"I'm headed there as well," Bow added.

Why haven't they contacted us yet? Sam wondered as she ran past a dozen dead Jaffa. They had disabled the ship's engines as soon as Adora had taken the Goa'uld captive, so what were the Jaffa waiting for? Or were they waiting for someone? What if they hadn't captured Sokar, but another Goa'uld serving him? Maybe as a decoy?

She clenched her teeth. She couldn't worry about that - she had to focus on repairing the reactor and setting an explosive charge powerful enough to accelerate the ship forward without destroying it.

She would have to trust that the others could handle the rest.

*****​

Catra had been in worse situations than being stuck in a crippled ship surrounded by enemies, but that wasn't a high bar to clear given her experiences.

"Should we call them and tell them we have a hostage?" Daniel asked.

Before Cara could tell him how bad that was, Sha're spoke up: "No. If this is a coup attempt, or a plot by a rival, that might push them to destroy the ship to ensure Sokar is dead. And if this isn't a coup, we would give them information without gaining anything in return."

"Yep." Jack nodded. "If they realise that this was a trap all along, they might just blow us up. As long as they think this is a superweapon, they might still be wary."

"If they think this is a working superweapon, why haven't they boarded us?" Glimmer retorted. "Aren't they afraid that we'll blow them away?"

"They have us surrounded, and our shields are down." Catra pointed at the radar display. "If we powered up a weapon, they'd notice and blow us up." And even if the superweapon were real, they wouldn't be able to kill the entire fleet in one volley - the Goa'uld had had a week to study the fake schematics and documentation, and they knew how it supposedly worked. They might fear a self-destruct that wrecked the entire area, but those were fanatically loyal Jaffa, so who knew how they would react to such a threat?

"Even if it were a coup, they would want to make sure Sokar is dead, so they should have been calling us," Jack said. "Maybe pretending to be loyal to him or something." He shook his head. "I don't think our guy is Sokar."

"You think they're waiting for the real Sokar to arrive and handle this?" Catra cocked her head.

Daniel frowned. "Wouldn't he have ordered them to secure the ship before that?"

"If he thinks it could be a trap, he might expect that to trigger it again," Catra replied.

"He has a reputation for twisted plots," Sha're said. "But this could still be a coup - or a plot by a rival, like Ba'al. If they had to improvise, they might still be trying to take control of the fleet surrounding us."

"I'd expect them to have started shooting each other in that case," Jack commented.

"Not if the rest of the fleet doesn't know about it," Sha're retorted. "But you're right - we should see some signs of internal fighting soon in that case. It's unlikely that a coup or a rival's sabotage would work perfectly."

"As we just proved," Jack said. "Carter? Any update?"

"We're working on the reactor, but it will take a while yet - we're still assessing the damage and need to recalibrate the controls, sir."

That wasn't good. Maybe they should have taken Entrapta and Hordak with them… But if everything went wrong here, those two would be needed more than ever.

"If this doesn't work, what are our chances if we retreat into the stealth compartment and scuttle the ship as we originally planned?" Daniel asked with a glance to Sha're.

"I think whoever is in charge of the enemy here will collect every single last speck of dust left behind," Catra told her. That was what she would do in their place. "We might escape with the stealth field active, but if we're unlucky, someone could spot stuff hitting us or disappearing in the stealth field, and then they'll have us. And even if it worked, we'd still be drifting in space - and no one's coming to our rescue here since no one knows we're here." They were out of range of the Spy bot network, so they couldn't even call for help.

"Well, I guess it's do or die then," Jack said. "Let's hope the snakes wait a bit longer to sort out what they want to do."

A moment later, the console behind him lit up with an incoming communication.

Catra glared at him.

*****​

There were times when Jack O'Neill was sure that the universe was out to get him. Like, this time right now. He turned to glare at the communication console. Teach him to dare Murphy. He cleared his throat. "Well, let's not make our dear caller wait."

"But you said…" Daniel started to say something, probably about Jack's earlier comment, but trailed off when Jack accepted the call.

A man - a Goa'uld, his eyes were glowing - appeared on the screen in the centre of the bridge. He was sneering, his skin was unnaturally pale, almost as pale as a clone, and Jack could see some veins crisscrossing his bald skull. Compared to the other snakes Jack had seen, this one looked downright alien.

"Colonel O'Neill." And there was the snake voice as well. "Of course, it would be you. Your reputation precedes you."

"Actually, it's 'General O'Neill now," Jack replied. Sokar - if that was Sokar - must have used old intel. How that kind of information spread might be useful to find out.

The snake scoffed. "You have been an annoyance for Apophis."

Jack smiled. Genuinely - he was proud of that, and if the snake wanted to make some small talk about other System Lords, that meant more time for Carter and Bow to fix the reactor. "Well, he didn't really make it hard."

The Goa'uld's laugh sounded like he was coughing, and his lips twisted into a sneer. "That made you complacent." The snake flashed his teeth again. "Your last mission failed."

Jack shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. He had to keep the Goa'uld talking so they could get away. "Really? Looks to me as if both Apophis and the Horde failed. Neither of them is in control of this superweapon. Mission accomplished."

He tensed up. If the snake had seen through their deception, then this was the point where he would gloat. Probably.

"Your 'superweapon' is crippled and surrounded by my fleet, O'Neill."

"So you say." Jack bared his teeth. "But we still control it. And we can destroy it."

"Only at the cost of your own lives."

Had the snake's smile slipped for a moment? Was that the reason why he hadn't sent his Jaffa to board them already? That would mean he didn't know this was a decoy and thought the superweapon was real… Jack shrugged again. "A small price to pay for saving Earth from it. And, well… you've got a kinda reputation. Dying seems preferable to getting captured by you."

The Goa'uld laughed again, slightly longer. And creepier. Jack felt himself shudder when the snake suddenly stopped and stared at him. "Commendable. But you have not done so yet. I wonder why…"

Jack resisted the urge to wet his lips. He just had to keep the snake talking. Long enough for Carter and Bow to fix the damn reactor. "You haven't sent in your warriors yet."

"You still have hope of escaping your fate?"

"We're hard to kill. If I had a nickel for every time Apophis thought he had us dead by rights…" Jack grinned.

The Goa'uld frowned for a moment, then matched his grin. "I am not Apophis. I will not make his mistakes."

"You're Sokar." Jack nodded.

"Did you hope to take me hostage?" Sokar - if that was really Sokar - snorted. "I am not as foolish as Apophis."

"The thought has crossed my mind," Jack told him. He wanted to check back with Carter and get an update, but that would give the game away.

"Another failure of yours, General O'Neill." Sokar slowly shook his head. "You would have had better chances to escape if you had taken over the ship before arriving here. In fact, given how quickly you took control of the ship, I wonder why you didn't do so - you had ample time for it during the trip."

Jack clenched his teeth. Sokar was getting close to unravelling everything. Or had he guessed the truth already and was playing with them? He licked his dry lips. "As much as we make it look easy, we still have to prepare for taking over a superweapon."

"And for ambushing a god."

Jack spread his hands. "Can't fault us for trying."

"Oh, I can - and will. Daring to strike at a god deserves a punishment equal to the crime." Sokar chuckled again. "Did you get greedy? Did you decide that in addition to capturing a superweapon, you would capture a System Lord as well?"

Jack grimaced. That would have been stupid. But it would explain why they hadn't bailed before.

"And how did you manage to hide from my warriors for so long? I did not send fools on this mission. They knew that their lives would be forfeit if they were fooled by you."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jack smiled broadly at the snake. Let him worry about what they had done here to hide. If Sokar was as paranoid as the rest of his peers, he'd make up threats even Jack wouldn't think of.

"I would - and I will. And do you know why, O'Neill?"

"I guess you're dying to tell me why," Jack said.

"Your situation is hopeless. Even if a fleet arrived to save you, my ships would destroy you before they could rescue you. A fate worse than death awaits you - eternal agony for your defiance. And you know all that. And yet, you hope. You don't want to die. You don't want to kill yourself and your men. And that is your fatal weakness."

Jack narrowed his eyes. That sounded very confident. Had he overlooked something? Were they missing a crucial threat? "You want this superweapon. You don't want us to destroy it."

"Correct. But I would rather destroy it than let someone else control it - and use it against me."

Ah. Jack nodded. "You wouldn't be content with our solemn promise not to use it against you, I guess."

Sokar laughed again. "I have studied you, General. You are no fool. You would not keep such a promise."

That sounded like a compliment. But coming from a snake, that was an insult. "Worth a try." What was Sokar planning? Was this just a sick way to keep them hoping right until the end? Or did Sokar have a way to get the ship before they could blow it up? If there were any cloaked Tel'taks on the way, their scanner would have detected it.

What was he planning? Jack blinked. And why was the snake's picture getting blurry? He shook his head and almost swayed. Wait…

He glanced to the side. Daniel had taken off his glasses and was blinking rapidly. And Glimmer looked like she was about to fall asleep. Even Teal'c seemed a bit off…

Jack gasped.

"Poison!" he hissed.

*****​

Poison? Adora looked around and gasped - her friends were reeling, and she had been so focused on Sokar that she had missed it! "Catra!"

Her love was blinking and frowning, her ears twitching. "I'm…"

Adora summoned her sword and healed her.

"...OK." Catra finished. "But the others…"

"The poison is already working! If you want to survive, you have to…" Sokar was cut off when the screen blacked out.

"Bastard must have poisoned the fall guy!" Jack muttered.

Adora quickly healed him, then the others - Daniel and Sha're had already collapsed, and some of the soldiers with them weren't looking any better.

"Thank you," Campbell said.

"Thank you," Isa added, even though the Socrpionwoman hadn't really seemed affected that much.

"Thanks… Carter!" Jack snapped.

"We're about to finish repairs, sir." Sam sounded fine.

"Bow?" Glimmer asked.

"Since we were working near the engines and at the reactor, we never removed the space suits," Bow replied.

Adora sighed with relief. She had managed to heal everyone, and they would soon leave this place.

"Sokar's sending in cloaked Tel'taks!" Catra hissed. "And he's trying to contact us again."

"Probably to gloat." Jack scoffed. "And to offer us the antidote in exchange for the weapon."

"After he told us we'd suffer for eternity?" Adora shook her head.

"Technically, he told Jack that," Daniel said. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Still a bad plan," Catra said without taking her eyes off the screen showing Sokar's ships approaching them.

"Sokar probably had the underling who visited carrying poison to spoil any assassination attempt." Sha're, too, took a few deep breaths. "I think that might be standard practice for him, and he just exploited the opportunity here."

"Sounds like it'd fit Sokar, yeah. And he'll claim it was all planned." Jack nodded. "How much longer, Carter? We're about to have visitors!"

"We're placing the charges - one more minute, sir!"

"We don't want to start the reactor until the last moment,"
Bow added.

That made sense, of course.

"Might not have a minute," Catra said. "They're about to dock at the lower airlocks - closest to the engine rooms."

"Prepare to repel boarders!" Jack ordered the soldiers and started to move towards the door leading off the bridge. "Damn, I sound like a Navy puke! And suit up!"

Adora was already running, easily passing him and the others. "I'm covering the starboard airlock!" she snapped.

"They're docking now. I've sealed the airlocks, but that won't stop them for long," Catra replied on the channel. "I'll join you!"

Adora knew better than to tell her love to stay back. She reached the starboard lower airlock and took up a position opposite it.

A moment later, Catra, suited up, took the corner behind her, running on all fours - and along the wall for a second. Behind her, the blast doors snapped shut, isolating the compartment.

"Smith! Suit up, damn it - they'll blow the doors again! Isa, Campbell - cover that door. Everyone else, fallback positions one blast door back!" Jack bellowed over the communicator.

"Propulsion charges have been set,"
Sam reported. "We're moving to start up the reactor and hyperdrive."

"Let's hope Sokar won't have the ship blown up once he detects the reactor powering up," Catra whispered.

Adora bit her lower lip and nodded.

Then the airlocks were blown open, and Adora changed her sword to a shield as she let the air drag her forward. As soon as she reached the remains of the door, she grabbed the edge and swung around, entering the Tel'tak with her shield up. She caught two shots on it, another bounced off on her back, and then she started tearing into and through the Jaffa assembled inside the small craft, Catra at her side.

Half a minute later, it was over. The last Jaffa, his suit slashed open by Catra after Adora had torn his weapon away, was still trying to reach her with his arms, but a kick from Catra sent him outside the ship.

"Watch out for grenades! Isa, keep it up!"

The other battle wasn't going as well, but they didn't seem to be losing.

"Reactor starting up!" Sam announced.

"Hyperdrive on standby!" Bow added.

Adora grabbed Catra and hurried back into the ship. The Tel'tak was docked, but better safe than sorry.

They had barely made it inside the wrecked airlock when the ship shook again.

"We've entered hyperspace."

Adora sighed with relief. They were safe - for the moment, at least. But safe enough. Now, all they had to do was to find the closest Stargate and get home. If one of the Two Tel'taks had survived the transition into hyperspace, they could just take it and be gone long before anyone might find the wreckage of the decoy, and…

"Daniel collapsed!" Sha're yelled through the communicator. "The poison's still active!"

What? But Adora had healed him - she had healed everyone!

"Man down!" Jack reported.

"I don't feel so well either, sir," Campbell said.

What was going on?

*****​

Hyperspace, February 27th, 2000 (Earth Time)

They only had a few minutes - the way they had set things up, the Steel Fist couldn't travel too far through hyperspace. Just enough to get away, to travel far enough so Sokar's fleet would have to search an area too large to find them quickly or easily. Samantha Carter should be preparing the next trip through hyperspace - calculating the course, checking the drive and reactor, setting up another propulsion charge, in case the Tel'taks docked to the ship hadn't survived the transition to hyperspace…

But the General and the others were suffering from poison - even after Adora had healed them. Twice, now.

So, Bow was checking the hyperdrive and reactor and preparing another charge from their remaining supplies while Sam ran her scanner over the General, trying to find out how a poison had resisted She-Ra's magic. The results she got confirmed what she had suspected.

"So, what did the magic scanner reveal?" he asked with forced levity - she could tell he was tense.

She pressed her lips together. "She-Ra's magic purged the poison from your bodies, but the poison itself wasn't destroyed - enough was left outside your bodies to affect you again. And it still lingers inside the ship." Another quick scan, now that she knew what to scan for and had the time, showed it had spread quite far through the ship.

He cursed under his breath. "I should've known Sokar wouldn't use a poison that breaks down quickly! He probably considers area denial a bonus."

They had been under attack by Sokar's forces and trying to escape with a crippled ship when the poison had struck, but Sam knew the General wouldn't allow that to excuse his oversight. Nor would Sam allow it to excuse her own, of course.

"We couldn't expect him to poison a ship he wanted to use," Sha're disagreed. "Nor that he obviously never considered that he might be affected by lingering poison himself in certain circumstances."

"Unless he has rendered his host immune to the poison," Teal'c pointed out. "Such is known to have happened."

And Sokar's host certainly looked alien enough to have undergone several questionable treatments, in Sam's opinion.

Sha're conceded the point with a nod.

"And he would have a way to decontaminate the ship," Sam said.

"At the risk of revealing his tactic and poison of choice," Daniel retorted.

Sha're shook her head. "He would simply leave no witnesses alive."

"Charming fellow," the General commented. "But we've got his poison to deal with. How do we decontaminate us so Adora doesn't need to keep healing us?"

"Her magic purged the poison from your body and its immediate vicinity," Sam said. "If you wear your spacesuit and she healed you, you should be fine."

"Should?"

"I will have to scan each individual to check, but your suit is clean inside, sir," she told him.

"Couldn't you have opened with that?" he complained, though he was grinning. "So, do it. We need…" A beeping noise interrupted him.

Sam checked the alert on her laptop. "We're exiting hyperspace in twenty-five seconds."

"Alright - focus on getting us to the next Stargate, then check everyone. And keep your suits on, everyone!" the General ordered.

They dropped out of hyperspace, and Sam checked the coordinates. Slightly off but within expected tolerances.

"Where are we?" Adora asked.

"In the middle of nowhere," Catra replied, pointing at the display on the bridge.

Sam nodded as she got up. Deep Space, away from any system nearby that Sokar's forces might control or search. "Bow and I are going to check the Tel'taks, sir," she reported. If one or both had survived the trip intact, they could leave with them and scuttle the decoy ship.

But Sam wasn't very optimistic - even under optimal conditions, taking another ship with you through hyperspace wasn't easy. Doing it with a crippled ship pushed through a subspace window by an explosive charge… Sam didn't like those odds.

"The starboard Tel'tak has been completely ripped off," Bow reported before Sam reached the airlock on the port side. He'd had a headstart.

"Copy," she confirmed as she opened the blast doors, revealing the wrecked airlock in front of her. "I'm checking the second Tel'tak."

It was still docked to the ship, which was more than she had expected. But it had been exposed to vacuum - still was - as part of the boarding tactics Sokar's Jaffa had used, and that hadn't done it any good during the transition through the subspace window and subsequent travel through hyperspace. And that didn't even take the damage from the fight inside it into account.

"What's the verdict, Carter?"

She suppressed a sigh as she checked her readings - such as they were; most of the ship's systems were dead, and the rest…

"The ship's systems suffered severe damage," she reported. "Reactor, sublight drives and hyperdrive are nonfunctional. Control crystals are damaged, and the navigational console is a total loss." From a stray staff weapon blast, or so it looked.

"So… can you repair it?"

She hesitated. It wasn't a total loss, but repairing it would be what an old instructor at the academy would have called 'quite a challenge'. Still, it was possible. They'd have to cannibalise the decoy ship for it, though - this time, the decision to use Goa'uld technology for critical parts had turned out to be helpful since the parts were somewhat compatible.

The question was, would it be better to repair the Tel'tak or to rig the Steel Fist for another trip through hyperspace to a world with a Stargate? They could only do either; the Tel'tak wouldn't survive another trip through hyperspace, and to repair it, they had to sacrifice the Steel Fist.

"We can," Sam started to explain. "But it would take longer than rigging the decoy ship for another trip, though such a trip would almost certainly wreck the Tel'tak beyond repair, meaning…"

*****​

Deep Space, February 27th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Repair the Tel'tak or another jump with the decoy? Catra frowned. The decoy ship was already damaged, and while she wasn't a tech, she was pretty sure that improvised propulsion by explosions wasn't helping that. "How many more times can we enter hyperspace with the Steel Fist before it falls apart?" she asked.

The slight hesitation was answer enough for her.

Then Bow clinched it. "Uh… One more time for sure. Two, maybe?"

Her old Horde instructor, bloody bastard, would have called out: 'Are you asking or telling, cadet?' Catra looked at Adora. Her love looked grim.

"We cannot guarantee more than one additional subspace transition," Sam replied over the communicator.

"Betting everything on the next planet? With our luck so far?" Catra shook her head.

"What if they find us here before we can repair the Tel'tak?" Daniel was looking kind of pale, still. "We'd be stuck."

"We'd be stuck at the next planet, too," Catra retorted. "And how likely is it that they'll find us? We didn't exactly make a smooth transition." And they were jamming whatever homing devices the Jaffa might have snuck past them.

"While we deviated from our set course, the distance was within the expected range," Sam spoke up.

Adora shook her head. "A working Tel'tak can get us home by itself if everything else fails."

In theory, Catra silently added. They would have to stop for supplies and avoid cabin fever quite often.

"Yeah," Jack agreed. "Start repairing the thing, Carter."

"Yes, sir."

And that was it. Now, it was up to Sam and Bow. Catra leaned back in her seat. Travelling in the Tel'tak would be even more cramped than in the stealth compartment, but it beat being stuck in space because the system you picked had had its Stargate removed or whatever.

*****​

Deep Space, February 28th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"We've finished repairs!"

Catra, curled up next to Adora in what remained of the Stealth compartment after it had been stripped for parts, looked up.

Bow looked tired, but he was smiling. Hell, he looked as if he were about to topple over.

"Yes! Finally!"

And now he did topple over thanks to Glimmer hugging him too enthusiastically. Even in their spacesuits, that had to hurt a little.

"Oof! Bow!"

"I'm OK!"

He looked OK, at least. Not that Catra cared too much as long as he wasn't bleeding or unconscious right now. Not after they had spent almost a full day in their suits. Granted, mostly because of the poison still lingering in the air, especially with the filters being dismantled to replace the Tel'tak's, but still! They could finally get off this wreck and return home.

Eventually, she amended as she followed Adora to the jury-rigged airlock leading to the Tel'tak. They still had to find and reach a Stargate. But with a working ship - and one with a stealth generator at that, even if it was not as good as the one built into the decoy's stealth compartment - that shouldn't be too hard.

Their luck had to get better at some point, at least.

As expected, the ship was cramped with the whole gang and two fire teams inside. Not to the point that it was standing room only, but it made a Horde Transport look roomy. And the bathroom facilities would be strained with so many people, too, even if they weren't hastily repaired like everything else.

She shuddered at the thought of the smell after a day or two. It made spending more time in the suit look like the lesser evil. At least the suit was rigged to take care of that.

Melog, next to her, turned green. Sickly green.

She patted their flank, then slipped past Isa to the cockpit - it was too small to be called a bridge. "Everyone on board," she reported.

Adora nodded at her. "Good."

"Airlock's sealed," Bow said from the pilot's seat.

"Let's go!" Adora ordered.

Catra heard the ship's magnetic docking locks disengage with a slightly screeching noise, but neither Sam nor Bow looked worried, so that was probably OK. Through the cockpit's windows, she saw the decoy ship's battered, holed hull fall out of sight as the Tel'tak turned away.

"Thrusters performing at the expected level."

"All systems nominal."

A small cheer went up from the fire teams. Most of them who hadn't worked a lot with Sam, Bow and Entrapta probably had been worried about the ship blowing up. Catra snorted softly at the thought as the ship continued in silence.

"We're at a safe distance," Sam announced as the ship swung around until it pointed at the small form of the Steel Fist again.

"Alright. Trigger the scuttling charges," Jack said.

"Yes, sir."

A moment later, the ship vanished in a silent, expanding fireball.

Sam's hands flew over the keyboard, and the scanner strapped into the nook next to her seat vibrated a moment. "Destruction complete."

"Good."

Catra shrugged. They had already removed all the pieces of technology the Goa'uld didn't already know, like the scanners and improved stealth generator. But that way, the snakes might not realise it had been a decoy if they ever found it. No loose ends, even though the thought of Sokar and the other System Lords realising they had been fooled completely made Catra grin.

"Alright. Take us out of here!" Jack spoke up. "Let's go home!"

"Yes, sir. Course set."

The ship sped up again, away from the still expanding cloud of dust left from the Steel Fist, and entered hyperspace.

Smoothly, this time.

*****​

In Orbit above PT-9714, March 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

"We've arrived in orbit above the target world. Scanning for the Stargate."

Jack O'Neill nodded at Carter's report. "Doesn't look like a good vacation spot," he commented.

"We're not here for a vacation," Catra retorted. "We just need to get to the Stargate and get off."

Jack swallowed the comment he could make about the - likely intended - double-entendre; things were already tense enough after two days in hyperspace in a ship so cramped, Jack could finally top whatever stories submarine crew members could come up. Even trekking through a jungle for a week wouldn't have people on edge like that; at least on a patrol or march, you had something to do, and the exertion helped as well. Here, though? Best not to tease people. "It looks like a dustbowl."

"Correct, sir." Carter nodded. "The atmosphere is filled with dust particles."

Jack frowned. "Does that match our data?"

"We don't have much data about this planet, sir. Only that it has an Earth-like atmosphere and a Stargate." Carter sounded defensive even though it hadn't been her decision to pick this world; it simply had been one of the worlds they knew had Stargates in range and had been picked at random.

"Is that natural?" Adora asked with a frown.

"We don't know enough to tell," Carter replied. "But the preliminary data doesn't match what would result from volcanic eruptions. There's no radiation, though."

So, not the result of someone going crazy with nukes.

"Is it dangerous?" Glimmer asked.

"Our suits can handle vacuum and a moon's surface," Bow replied. "Dust won't be a problem."

She glared at him. "We've spent too long in suits already! Can we breathe the air down there?"

"Ah!" Bow's smile turned sheepish, and Jack chuckled under his breath. "It shouldn't be that bad on the ground."

"Then let's get down!" Glimmer blurted out. "Before I lose my sense of smell!"

"Oh, please! It's not as if you had much of one before!" Catra scoffed. "Now, me, on the other hand…"

"You grew up in the Fright Zone! I've been there; as bad as the smell is here, it's still an improvement over the stench there!"

"Sam, did you find the Stargate?" Adora spoke up, a little more loudly than usual in a blatant attempt to curb the brewing argument.

"The scan just finished," Carter replied, staring at her screen. "We've found a mass of Naquadah that matches the mass of a Stargate…"

"That means 'yes'," Jack cut in with a grin.

"...but we also found significant other concentrations of Naquadah," she went on with a slight frown aimed at him. "Refined Naquadah."

Oh. Refined Naquadah meant technology - Ancient technology, most likely. Jack sighed. It looked like they couldn't just land next to the Stargate and go home. "Let's take a look before we open a gate back to our lines. I assume it's close to the Stargate?" Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long to verify there wasn't anything dangerous waiting to follow them back home, and they could leave exploring this planet to someone else.

"Yes, sir. But there's something else."

Or not. Jack looked at the screen in front of Carter and muttered a curse.

*****​

Gate Area, PT-9714, March 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

"Yeah, someone really didn't like whatever was here," Jack O'Neill commented as he stared at the cratered area in front of him. "At least they didn't blow up the gate." The destruction stopped a few hundred yards short of the Stargate proper.

Catra knelt down and stared at a piece of twisted metal that had buried itself into the earth nearby. "Doesn't look like Horde steel. But I can't make out any markings."

"Let's check out the rest of the wreckage!" Glimmer, who had finished coughing and resealed her helmet, said.

"Is it safe?" Jack turned to look at Carter and Bow, who were huddled over the magic scanner.

"No dangerous radiation as far as we can tell," Carter replied. "But there's residual exotic radiation."

"Exotic radiation?" That didn't sound good.

"It matches the effects of Horde beam weapons," Bow added.

Jack narrowed his eyes and looked at the craters again. Orbital bombardment by a Horde task force? They weren't even close to the borders of Horde Prime's former empire. "How long ago did this happen?" The craters weren't grown over much, but that didn't mean anything with the dust blocking sunlight and, well, this being an alien planet.

"We have to run more precise tests, sir. But judging by the rate of particles in the air… If our models from Earth fit this world, then I would guess a couple of years at most.

So… either in the last days of Horde Prime's rule… or after he had been defeated.

Jack's curse was matched by Catra's.

*****​

"The explosives in the Telt'ak's are set."

Adora nodded at Campbell's report. It was a shame that they had to destroy the ship, but they couldn't take it through the gate with them. In theory, they could leave it and then send a recovery crew through the Stargate to fly it back, but the closest Alliance-controlled worlds were months away, and neither Sam nor Bow were sure the ship would manage to make such a trip without a major overhaul first, not after everything it had gone through. It simply wasn't worth the effort. Not even for spare parts since most of the parts were cobbled together from other parts. Of course, some people - mainly outside the Alliance, but some inside the Alliance as well - would disagree and consider the risks worth it anyway. Blowing up the ship would prevent that kind of mess.

"Dibs on pulling the trigger!" Catra flashed her teeth in a wide grin.

"No fair! You can't call dibs on that!"

"I just did!"

"That doesn't count! Besides, you said it wasn't that bad, Catra! You've got no claim to this!"

"No, I said I've smelt worse! I've got the best nose; I deserve to destroy this thing!"

Also, some people, like Glimmer and Catra, really loathed the conditions under which they had been escaping from Sokar, and destroying the ship would serve as a way to vent that frustration.

Adora shook her head at her lover and her friend bickering and walked over to Sam and Bow, both looking through the data from their scanner. "Did you find anything else?" she asked.

"Well… based on the samples of several destroyed ship parts, all of the same type, and the lack of any other ship parts near them, we think this was a major factory complex. Goa'uld technology, though we haven't found any signs of which System Lord was the owner," Bow said.

"Ground scans confirm this. A shipyard or at least a sort of maintenance facility for smaller craft would be our current estimate," Sam added.

Adora nodded. "And the attackers?"

"The residue left from the beam weapons matches Horde beam weapons," Sam said. "In theory, they could be Asgard beam weapons, although we lack samples of their current arms. However, the odds of both species using weapons with so closely-matching characteristics despite a thousand years of divergences are minimal."

Adora nodded again. "And how long ago did this happen? Was it during Horde Prime's reign?"

"No. We've measured the lingering exotic radiation and managed to determine the decay rate precisely enough to exclude that possibility. This happened roughly one year ago," Sam said.

Adora suppressed a curse. That meant they had a rogue Horde task force flying around and attacking planets with orbital bombardment. And looted the remains, according to the traces Daniel, Sha're and Teal'c had examined.

Adora and her friends had suspected that there were Horde remnants unaccounted for - only Horde Prime had known how big the Horde had been; his clones only knew the fleets they had been serving in and those who had worked with theirs. And, of course, Horde Prime wouldn't have gathered his entire force to attack Etheria - he wouldn't have exposed his empire like that for a planet with only one spaceship for defence. But to have it confirmed was still a blow she could have done without. Especially after a failed mission.

"We need to find them," she said. Find them and find out what they were doing and why. If they started a war with the Goa'uld, then they were potential allies. But if they were still loyal to Horde Prime, or had started to carve out a territory for themselves, they represented a danger to the Alliance - and to the Galaxy.

"We can send a swarm of spy bots through the Stargate once we're back home," Sam said. "And some supporting facilities so they can start scouting this sector of the galaxy."

"Yes." Adora looked at the still-visible signs of battle before her and pondered the problem.

She knew this wouldn't be enough if the Horde force in this part of the galaxy were hostile. Any Alliance task force dealing with them would be operating months from the closest Alliance bases. They would need a huge fleet train, preferably with mobile yards, Horde-style - or new bases and an extended supply line back to Earth. Or a combination of both. Either option would strain current logistics, and there were also political issues with both. First Fleet hadn't fully rebuilt their fleet train yet because without it, they were tied to Etheria and the former Horde factories supplying them. That also gave Hordak additional influence over the fleet thanks to his close relationship with Entrapta, who kept the factories running. Second and Third Fleet, though, were able to operate independently for any length of time. Some princesses and several Earth politicians didn't like that. They preferred more control over the fleets.

But the longer the supply lines got, the more inefficient they became. At a certain point, the effort needed to support fleet operations through bases and transport ships ferrying supplies from Earth and Etheria would dwarf the admittedly considerable resources needed to create and maintain a mobile fleet train. And the Goa'uld Empire was so vast, some System Lords' domains were way past that point.

But Adora and her friends had hoped to be able to delay addressing that problem until the Alliance had dealt with the closest System Lords, like Apophis. That should have built up enough trust and confidence to make it easier to build up fleets that had the resources to maintain themselves and could operate far from their home worlds.

Or without home worlds, which was another can of worms.

Adora sighed. She really didn't like to address that, but it had to be done.

"Let's wrap this up and go home. We've got a lot to do."

*****​
 
Chapter 161: The Clones Question Part 1 New
Chapter 161: The Clones Question Part 1

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, March 3rd, 2000


"...and then we withdrew through the Stargate, using the planned destinations to return to Alliance-controlled territory," Samantha Carter finished her verbal report. Which was the same as her written report, already filed this morning, but that had never kept the brass from holding personal debriefings.

"Thank you, Major Carter." Admiral Kearsy sounded anything but grateful. Of course, he wouldn't be happy in general - the General had been pushing hard to remove him from the Alliance Command Council, and as far as Sam understood things - she didn't like to delve too much into such things, but she couldn't avoid the gossip and office politics in her position - was that Kearsy had called in every favour and used every piece of blackmail he had on influential people in Washington. Even Kinsey had put in 'a good word' for the 'hard-working Admiral'.

Even so, Sam had heard from several people that one more misstep would see the man retired - or sent to a naval station in Alaska or Antarctica, should he choose to be difficult about it. In her opinion, that couldn't happen too soon; the man wasn't just unable to keep his bigoted religious beliefs to himself; he was also not fit to design a rowboat, much less oversee the US spaceship construction effort. If she had to deal with yet another attempt to redesign the Constitution II-class while the first ships were being built, she might abuse her friendship with the Etherians and demand that he be dealt with.

The admiral cleared his throat before he continued. "We have a few questions about your decision to destroy a functional spaceship - a stealth spaceship - before using the Stargate to withdraw."

Sam had expected that. "As my report stated, the ship wasn't safe to enter hyperspace, and an attempt to salvage it would have risked exposure and capture by hostile forces."

The man's smile twisted slightly. "Your entire team took worse risks when going on this mission, I believe."

"For a much more valuable objective, sir. Capturing a System Lord would have benefited the Alliance far more than salvaging a barely spaceworthy small craft that has been rendered temporarily functional with field repairs." She tilted her head as she met the man's eyes.

"That is not your call to make, Major."

"The Supreme Commander of the Alliance made that call, sir." Sam smiled a little more sweetly than was completely professional.

"We all agreed that the mission was worth the risk," General Naird threw in. Kearsy glared at him, and he added: "Well, the majority did."

"Compared to the capabilities offered by our stealth shuttles, a Tel'tak wouldn't have added anything to our fleet," Admiral Brown-Emerson commented in his British accent.

"Do I have to remind you that we are still building up our naval forces?" Kearsy spat. "Any spaceship is needed. And unlike a shuttle, a Tel'tak is hyperspace capable!"

"Not this Tel'tak," Sam corrected him. "The hyperdrive would have needed a complete replacement." Well, that was not entirely correct. Sam was pretty sure she would have been able to repair it, but it would have taken completely rebuilding the drive, and that would have only been the start. All the other components… Sam had better things to do than repair a Goa'uld craft that was already nearing obsolescence thanks to the Alliance's magitech sensor technology.

"Even so, an enemy ship taken as a prize offers unique opportunities - especially for the kind of missions General O'Neill loves to undertake, doesn't it, Major?" Kearsy looked like he barely managed to avoid sneering when he mentioned the General's name.

"While I wouldn't presume to speak for Special Operations Command, we have allies with access to such ships if we need one, sir," Sam retorted.

Kearsy scoffed. "Allies with their own agenda! It's difficult enough to get cooperation from another branch of the service for vital tasks; relying on alien allies for critical capabilities would be foolish."

Was that a dig at her because she had insisted on realistic limitations to the US's spaceship program? Sam couldn't tell, but she wouldn't put it past Kearsy to blame her for not magically altering poorly designed frigates so they somehow made the Navy's impossible demands work.

"We haven't had any issues on that front so far," Brown-Emerson said, stressing the 'we' very slightly, before Sam could think of a good answer.

Kearsy glared at him for that, but the British officer kept his bland expression.

"Well, most Alliance operations were cooperations with the Princess Alliance, and they worked out," Naird said. "Better than our past cooperations with the Navy," he added with a brief and slightly forced chuckle. "I mean the Air Force."

Kearsy scoffed again. "The fact remains that we could have recovered a functional spaceship with a bit of an effort - and with minimal risk compared to the mission you returned from. A mission, I have to point out, that ended in dismal failure and almost led to the loss of key personnel of the Alliance! We have neither a System Lord nor a spaceship in our hands now - in fact, we built and sacrificed two functional spaceships and have nothing to show for it!"

He wasn't wrong about that - the mission had been a failure. But it had failed because of circumstances outside their control; the plan had been sound. But arguing that wasn't Sam's job. That would be up to the General, Adora and the others.

She could argue the loss of the decoy ships, though. "Those ships were built as expendable decoys for this specific mission, sir. They were never meant to be functional warships, and only one had a working hyperdrive to begin with."

"Instead of building those… decoys… the yards could have built actual spaceships!" Kearsy stood and slammed his hands on the table.

"That is correct, sir." Sam nodded, which seemed to surprise him - he blinked. Before he could say anything, she continued: "Although they were built by the fleet train of Third Fleet so this didn't cut into the yard capacity assigned to the build program on Earth." She didn't have to add that Kearsy had been one of the most vocal backers of the decision to build up a native space industry on Earth able to fabricate warships instead of relying on Horde facilities and design - Kearsy's scowl showed he understood perfectly what she meant.

Once again, Sam's smile was just a shade too sweet to be professional. Maybe the influence she had thanks to her friendship with Entrapta and the others was corrupting her.

But when she had to deal with ignorant people like Kearsy, it was worth it.

*****​

Earth Orbit, March 3rd, 2000

"I see. An unknown Horde Fleet has attacked an equally unknown Goa'uld shipyard."

Glancing away from Earth's surface visible through the fake window in the room on Priest's flagship, Catra watched him rub his chin, obviously digesting the news. Or supposed news - she was pretty sure the information about their mission would have reached him before this meeting; Priest and his followers were fixated on Adora, after all, and Catra didn't doubt that the members of the Church of She-Ra were doing their best to follow their goddess's every move.

"Yes." Adora nodded. "We haven't found any clue to either's identity, though we've contacted the Tok'ra so they can look into the Goa'uld side of the thing."

"We will search our archives again for any scrap of information about the Horde's fleets we might have missed, Your Divine Highness!" Priest announced.

Adora winced, and Catra rolled her eyes. At Adora for feeling guilty about turning Horde Prime's flagship into a plant, and at Priest for going over the same data they had gone over with a comb twice before. If there had been any information about any missing fleet, or about the system that had been attacked, they'd have found it. But if Adora's faithful wanted to waste their time on that, Catra wouldn't stop them. That way, they were less likely to get into trouble.

"We've also started extending the spy bot network in the area. If the Horde fleet is still operating in the area, we'll soon know," Adora went on.

Catra wouldn't bet on that. The bots hadn't found anything so far except some debris - from Goa'uld ships, nothing from a Horde craft - in the system. She had no proof, but the attack felt like a raid - smash the enemy, grab what resources you could loot and get the hell out of the system. Though, the fact that the Horde forces had looted the planet raised questions. The average Horde Fleet didn't need to loot their enemies; they had a fleet train to supply them with anything they needed. And Goa'uld technology wasn't as advanced as Horde technology, so… "Why would they loot the place instead of destroying everything?" she asked. "Could they be suffering from supply issues?"

Priest frowned. "They might simply have wished to analyse the technology to better understand their enemy."

That was a possibility as well. But Catra didn't think so - the Horde had been too thorough with looting. No, for some reason, they had wanted whatever Goa'uld supplies they could get.

"In any case, knowing that there is another Horde fleet fighting the Goa'uld is a great boon, Your Divine Highness. Whereas we only suspected and assumed, now we know that more of us are out there." Priest beamed at Adora.

Catra rolled her eyes again. Priest's attempt to suck up to Adora was far too blatant. They hadn't been able to take out either Apophis or Sokar and that meant the mission was a failure. That they had found some intel, and that Kul'et's fake intel must seem to have been validated by Sokar's attack and Apophis would start another purge in his court to find Sokar's spies wouldn't help much - Apophis and Sokar had already been fighting each other, and the hunt for spies endangered the Tok'ra's operatives.

"We need to contact them as soon as possible." Adora pressed her lips together. "We need to find out why they are fighting the Goa'uld."

"And we need to tell them about you, Your Divine Highness." Priest smiled widely. "Your deeds and Your wisdom will guide them to join the Alliance!"

Adora winced again, but Catra nodded. Her lover hated it, but the more clones followed her, the better for the Alliance.

"And we need to look at increasing our numbers," Priest said, bowing his head toward Adora. "We are working diligently on converting others to the Faith, of course, but we should consider building more clone pods and expanding the construction capacity of the fleets. The current cloning facilities have the capacity to sustain our numbers, especially if we leave ground combat to the Earth forces and bots, but should we suffer heavy casualties in space, they might not be sufficient. And without using the mind-imprinting devices Horde Prime used, we'll need more time to raise and train new clones so they are able to serve when needed."

Adora frowned. "We're not making Soldiers as if they were bots!"

Catra nodded. They weren't the Horde! Either Horde.

"Joining the war would be their choice, of course," Priest said.

Adora narrowed her eyes. "We won't raise people with the expectation that they will fight in the war."

"Perish the thought!" Priest bowed his head. "That would go against all the teachings of Your Divine Highness! We would never do that! All we ask is to raise our brothers to be good people. People who will follow the example you are setting, Your Divine Highness."

Adora opened her mouth, then closed it. Catra snorted. Her lover couldn't exactly argue against people following her example. Well, she could, but that would make her a hypocrite.

But all of them here knew that anyone raised to follow She-Ra would happily join the war against the Goa'uld. And Catra was also aware that a number of their allies wouldn't be happy about Priest's plan to expand both the number of the clones and their fleets. Both on Earth and Etheria. She felt a little torn about the idea herself.

And yet, with an unknown Horde fleet out and about, they might not have a choice.

*****​

Alliance Base Lübtheen, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany, March 4th, 2000

Jack O'Neill watched from the edge of the training field as a platoon of his soldiers struggled to clear the obstacle course they usually ran in record time. Well, they were still doing better than some regular units, but for Special Operations Command, it was not up to par.

"And this after they all had passed the zero-g assault course," Sergeant Meadows commented next to him with a deep frown.

"It's one thing to train boarding ships, it's another to spend days in the suit and fight a war in the field." And the platoon had spent more than a day in the suits already at this point, without a break. "It's still better than the old NBC drills," he added. The spacesuits were far more comfortable than those, and they didn't slow you down that much - Jack knew that from experience. But they still reduced your effectiveness in combat. Significantly in some areas, as the exercise showed, but that should be compensated for with more training and experience.

And they needed the training. The failed mission had driven that point home. Jack should have ordered everyone to keep their suits on no matter how uncomfortable it was. And he shouldn't have blindly trusted that She-Ra's magic would fix the poison. Jack should have known better than trusting a magic solution.

"I don't envy the poor bastards in the regular units," Meadows said.

Jack shrugged. They didn't have nearly enough spacesuits for every soldier - they had barely enough for his command and he had to fight with the Marines to get them and call in a favour with Entrapta - but everyone needed to be prepared for an attack with chemical weapons. Sokar's stunt had driven that lesson home. That the Jaffa would be killed as well wouldn't stop the snakes; they had no qualms about sacrificing their own troops to hurt their enemies. Especially if they were losing a battle anyway. "They're not as much at risk as our troops."

"That's true." Meadows seemed about to add something but yelled: "Jenkins! Get up and get running, or we'll do a medical evac drill!" instead.

Jack snorted and turned away. He had seen enough and had been seen enough - an officer had to keep in touch with the troops under his command. He should run the course himself, but he had already done that yesterday, and he had a mountain of paperwork to deal with; during his absence, the stuff had multiplied, and that wasn't even counting the forms and reports he had to deal with from the mission itself.

And, he added silently with a frown as he made his way back to his office, the idiots he had to deal with. He had heard about Carter's debriefing. Not from her, of course - she would never complain about such things, at least not to him. But others paid attention.

Kearsy should have been reassigned weeks ago, but the whole thing had been delayed because the idiot knew too many influential people, and the usual posts to which you could send officers like him so they couldn't do any damage to the war effort but couldn't complain either since it was nominally a promotion were already filled.

Which said something about the Armed Forces, of course. Even in the Air Force, Jack wouldn't have expected so many staff officers to be so… Well, Daniel, always diplomatic, had called them 'slow to change their convictions' when they had discussed it. Carter had used 'traditional' with that little twist to her lips that showed that it was an insult. Jack wasn't about to be polite inside his head and just called them stupid. And a few worse words.

Having faith was fine and dandy - a soldier needed to believe in something to risk their life in war, and whether you believed in your country or your god didn't really matter. Until one went against the other, of course. You didn't put your god over your country. And you didn't use your god as an excuse to attack your allies.

"Things would be so much simpler if Kearsy were a member of the Church of She-Ra - she could just tell him directly to behave," Jack muttered as he entered his office, then snorted at the thought. If Kearsy converted, his career would be over anyway. His allies and supporters would turn on him in an instant, and the enemies he had made wouldn't lift a finger for him. Well, Priest might, actually.

"Sir?" Brown asked from his desk.

"Nothing. Just a silly thought," Jack replied. "Is there anything urgent I need to deal with?"

Brown tilted his head, glancing at the sheet next to his phone, and Jack frowned. His aide knew what Jack considered urgent. Phone calls from generals and politicians generally weren't. But Brown had a habit of politely and subtly disagreeing about that. "Who called?"

"Senator Kinsey, sir. He didn't say what it was about."

Jack sighed. "I'll call him back." Once he had his next coffee.

*****​

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, March 6th, 2000

"...and lastly, there's been concern about the proposal to clone more, ah, clones and build more Horde frigates."

Adora nodded at the Secretary of Defense's words. "Yes. Priest is concerned about suffering casualties above their capacity to replace, especially with news about another Horde Fleet operating in the sector." As soon as she finished, she pressed her lips together for a moment. She should have worded that a little better - 'capacity to replace' sounded too mechanical.

The Secretary of Defense smiled a bit weakly. "Ah, that wasn't the concern I was talking about. Our government is concerned about using cloning technology to produce soldiers."

Adora nodded again. "I share this concern."

The man blinked, apparently surprised by her words, but recovered quickly. "Indeed. The implications on how the war is seen by the civilian population, and the effects on recruiting, are potentially problematic."

"Not to mention that this will put the question of whether we should use this technology on humans on the table," the German Verteidigungsminister added.

Adora nodded once more. They had gone over that with Priest. Some wouldn't see cloned humans as people - some already didn't consider Horde clones people. And not just those who called them 'soulless abominations'.

"We're aware of that," Glimmer cut in before anyone else could speak up. "It's a difficult decision with many far-reaching consequences. I doubt any of our countries, whether on Earth or on Etheria, are ready to handle the changes such a decision would cause in society. There are many questions that need to be answered."

"Not the least the question of what you should do once your mass-produced clone soldiers have no more war to fight in," the British minister commented. "Her Majesty's Government opposes the use of cloning technology for military recruitment."

"As does France," his French colleague added.

"The United States' position is that at this point, there is no need for such drastic, unprecedented and potentially destabilising technology. The risks are far too great when compared to its moral implications and questionable military benefits."

"Brecht's saying about the Government dissolving its people and electing a new one comes to mind," the German minister commented.

Adora didn't quite get that, but the rest matched what she had heard in the leadup to this meeting after Priest's proposal had been passed on to the rest of the Alliance. And she agreed with the stance. You couldn't just let anyone, well, anyone with the technology and facilities to build and run so many cloning pods, mass-produce people as if they were bots. That went against everything the Alliance stood for. It was just wrong.

"While my government doesn't disagree," the minister from Norway spoke up, "we also cannot overlook that the Alliance is already producing bots, and some of them are sapient. The implications are the same."

"They're not the same!" the American protested.

"Morally, they are the same."

"Sapient is sapient," Entrapta commented, nodding emphatically. "No matter how you're built. Whether metal, ceramic, crystal or biological, it's all just matter, in the end, nothing more."

The Secretary of Defense looked as if he wanted to disagree but held his tongue.

"The scale is vastly different, though. As I recall, the sapient bots are only produced in tiny numbers," the British minister said.

"So far," the minister from Norway retorted. "What if we end up needing more smart combatants and turn to bots?"

That was a good question.

"We'll produce more dumb bots and put human veterans in command of their units," Catra replied. "That's more effective than producing more sapient bots who have no experience."

Entrapta nodded several times. "Yes. We found that out in the Horde War. The data is very conclusive."

Adora wasn't the only one who winced, though in her case, it was because she had torn through Horde bots without a thought.

"I think we can cross this bridge once we reach it," the French minister said.

That went against the basic principle of planning ahead, in Adora's opinion. Then again, it also wasn't smart to start trouble when you didn't need to - and they didn't need to make the problem with clones worse. Not when the real problem - one of the real problems, she corrected herself - hadn't been addressed yet. "So, we're in agreement that there won't be any cloning of humans for military reasons," she said.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Not for any reason!"

"We didn't agree to that!"

"It's implied!"

"It's not."

"What do you need clones for?"

"There are several possible reasons for cloning people."

"None of them are valid!"

"You can't dismiss them without even hearing them!"

"We just went over the reason they are not valid!"

"It's unnatural!"

Adora cleared her throat, stopping the growing argument in its tracks. She made a mental note to ask around what this was about. "So, that's about cloning humans. But the Horde clones aren't humans. Their society is based on cloning - they do not reproduce sexually. And they are a sovereign species. If they decide to increase their numbers, that's their decision. It would be like us telling people they aren't allowed to have children." That had been an excellent argument from Priest, Adora had to admit.

"That's not the same!" the Secretary of Defense blurted out. "You can't compare individual decisions to found a family to mass cloning!"

"You can't force your family norms on aliens," his colleague from Norway retorted.

"You have to consider the impact of each decision," the American shot back. "As with the bots, numbers matter!"

"It's not our decision in the first place."

As the other ministers started to debate again, Catra, who had been uncharacteristically quiet so far, Adora realised, leaned over and whispered: "Wanna bet that this is actually about not wanting the clones to outnumber their forces if they chose to?"

Priest had mentioned that as well, Adora knew. And he might have been correct. Even though his proposal wouldn't even come close to doing that - not even if he wanted; the Horde didn't have the cloning pods for it and wouldn't have them for a long time.

Then again, it wasn't a baseless concern. There were other clones out there, after all. Clones they didn't know anything about.

*****​

Colorado Springs, Colorado, United States of America, Earth, March 7th, 2000

"Carter! Entrapta! Come in! Don't mind the neighbours - they still haven't adjusted to my new commute!"

"General." Samantha Carter nodded a greeting as she stepped into his home.

"What did the neighbours do? I didn't notice anything," Entrapta asked behind her, turning around to peer at the neighbouring houses, semi-hidden by the three shuttles parked outside.

"Nothing. The General is joking," Sam told her.

"I'm not!" he protested with a grin. "And they're watching us attentively, you can be sure of that!"

"Isn't that rude?"

"It's their job." He smiled a little wryly. "When I got promoted to General, the Air Force bought up all the lots bordering mine for security purposes. If they hadn't, the Homeowner Association would have tried to burn down my home for parking my shuttle in the driveway. The others are in the living room - make yourself at home!"

"Alright!" Entrapta nodded, and Sam caught her pulling up her multitool as they entered the General's living room. Probably to check what a Homeowner Association was.

"Sam! Entrapta!"

"Hello!"

"Greetings."

Daniel, Sha're and Teal'c were already there, occupying the couch and one seat. She had expected that - Teal'c would have flown with the General in his personal stealth shuttle while Daniel and Sha're usually took a normal shuttle from the Alliance pool when they needed to travel. For now piloted by a soldier, but Sha're was training to take over.

"Who wants a beer?" The General appeared carrying a tray filled with snacks and his favourite beer as well as some sodas.

Sam noted that the couch table was already covered with more beer bottles and bowls of food. As expected. German beer, mostly.

"It's been a while since we had a get-together here," he said as he took a seat and Sam grabbed a soda for herself.

"Your Homeowner Association sounds more dangerous than the norm," Entrapta commented while her hair grabbed two sodas and a bowl of tiny marshmallows. "I haven't found anything about other such groups using arson."

"That was a joke," Daniel said, frowning at Jack.

"Yes. Though I am sure they wished they could run me out of town when Uncle Sam took over."

"Ah." Entrapta nodded, then started munching from the bowl and occasionally taking sips from the can.

"Adora and the others were held up at headquarters but should arrive soon," the General went on after downing half his beer. "The thing about the clones really raised some hackles."

"I don't understand the problem," Entrapta said. "The clones are not subjects of any country on Earth. So, why should they listen to anyone on Earth about how they should reproduce? Also, the Alliance needs more ships, and ships need crews, and the clones have the means to provide us with both."

She wasn't technically wrong, Sam knew, but it was a very blunt way to look at it.

Daniel cleared his throat. "It's a complex issue. Leaving aside the, err, ethical and religious concerns, some people feel that the Horde is already the most powerful member of the Alliance since they control the vast majority of the Alliance's spaceships. Hearing that they plan to expand while Earth is still so far behind in building up their own ships might make them concerned about the future. And there's still lingering resentment about the changes to Earth society the Alliance caused. Some feel that if Etheria could make them adapt their way of life, they should be able to reciprocate."

"But neither Etheria nor the Horde prohibit people from having relationships and families with anyone or discriminate against it." Entrapta frowned in the slightly pouty way she usually did when struggling with an unfamiliar concept. "So, what is there to reciprocate?"

Daniel hesitated, and the General said: "For some people, not being able to tell others how to live their lives makes them feel discriminated against. You can find a lot of them in Homeowner Associations."

Entrapta blinked. "That makes no sense."

"It doesn't." The General shrugged.

"I have also heard that there is concern amongst some leaders on Earth that their population advantage might be negated by mass-cloning by the time Earth's production capacity for advanced technology would reach parity with the Horde's," Teal'c spoke up.

"But that's baseless!" Entrapta shook her head, her hair tendrils almost spilling a bowl of tiny crackers. "The resources needed for mass cloning on such a scale… Just the need to educate every clone would be beyond the means of the current population, and that's without taking all the physical resources into account! Not to mention they don't have much experience with rearing new clones. Sure, you could use Horde Prime's memory implant technology, but at that point, you might as well just build bots! And that will cripple your science research, which means you couldn't develop better technology, which means your ships - which would require tons of resources as well - would become obsolete, meaning you'd need even higher numbers to compensate… It just doesn't work that way! Not in the time projected for Earth to adapt to advanced technology, at least."

Sam nodded - she had run the numbers as well. Though longer-term, a dedicated focus on cloning and expansion could theoretically enter exponential growth.

"It's completely irrational," Entrapta huffed and sat back down, stuffing her mouth with two tendrils full of snacks.

"That's politics for you," the General commented. He leaned back. "Anyway, it's not as if anyone can stop the clones from doing what they want, so it's going to blow over."

"That's what Hordak said as well. The not being able to stop them, I mean," Entrapta said. "Earth can't dictate how the clones should live."

While correct, Sam was sure the former warlord hadn't meant the moral aspects of the question but had been talking realpolitik. Earth simply lacked the power to enforce their views, even if they wanted to stoop that low.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't mean some people won't try," Daniel said.

"And if your press gets involved, they might try to draw parallels to how the Goa'uld reproduce in large numbers," Sha're added.

Sam winced. It was likely only a question of time until the cloning plans were leaked to the public. And once the various extremists heard about it, their reactions wouldn't be pretty.

She finished her soda and grabbed a beer, but her mood had already been soured. So much for a nice evening with her friends!

*****​

"Hello, everyone!"

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

Following behind Adora, Glimmer and Bow, Catra stuck to nodding in greeting at the others already occupying the living room. At least they weren't too late - the group didn't look as if they had been having too much fun yet.

"Sorry for being late, but we had a meeting run long." Adora smiled at the others with that expression of hers that showed she felt responsible for something that wasn't her fault.

"As usual," Catra commented as she snagged a beer - one of the German ones, not the American stuff and waited for Adora to pick a seat for them.

"Not every meeting runs longer than expected," Adora retorted.

"But every meeting is expected to run long," Catra shot back. Oh, salmon rolls! She grabbed the bowl and ignored Jack's snicker.

"If every meeting is expected to run long then you need to adjust the allotted time for the meeting so it matches expectations," Entrapta said. "Data doesn't lie."

"Then they would run even longer. It's a rule," Jack said.

"But that doesn't make sense!"

Adora grabbed a beer herself and some hot chips, then sat down, and Catra first perched on the armrest before she slid onto Adora's lap, startling her lover with a grin.

"Hey!"

"That's my line," Catra said before pushing a roll into her mouth. Oh! Mh! "Good rolls," she told Jack after swallowing. "Where did you get them?"

"Brown got them for me," he admitted. "I planned to get them myself, but there was a problem with the training schedule. And he probably wanted to avoid complaints from the German police if I parked the shuttle in front of the local supermarket again," he added with a grin.

"You used a shuttle for a grocery run?" Daniel stared at him.

"I put it in stealth mode and had it hover above the ground," Jack replied. "So, I didn't break any traffic laws."

"Except for air traffic regulations, sir." Sam sounded exasperated, but Catra could spot a smile on her lips.

"I was flying too low for that to apply. And I had a flight plan filed per regulations. Not my fault that the German official thought I was joking." Jack shrugged. "Anyway, Brown had it handled like a good aide should."

"Or a lawyer," Daniel commented.

"He's too honest for a lawyer."

Catra snorted at that. The aide sounded quite sneaky to her - sneaky enough, at least, to handle Jack's antics. Of course, Jack was sneaky enough to let him do it, so… Whatever. She finished her beer, then called out: "Hand me another one, Daniel?"

"Why don't you get up and grab one yourself?" Glimmer asked.

"I'm needed here to make sure Adora relaxes," Catra told her with a grin while she took the can from Daniel. "She needs another one as well, by the way."

"I haven't finished my first yet," Adora protested.

"You can still use another," Catra retorted. The meetings had been tedious. So much posturing and horse-trading just to get things done! Almost as bad as Horde meetings, but you didn't have to fear literal backstabbers. Well, you probably didn't; there could always be some fanatic. Or someone going crazy; the stress of waging war could break people.

"So… what movie are we watching?" Adora asked.

"Well, we have watched Star Wars twice, so I was thinking something new," Jack said. "Sorry, Teal'c."

Teal'c nodded in response but didn't comment.

"And I was told by someone," Jack pointedly looked at Daniel, "that you need more exposure to movie culture to truly appreciate 'so bad they're good' movies."

"All I said was that to enjoy those sorts of movies, more context might be needed," Daniel told him with a frown. "And all the movies you suggested were just bad."

"Enough beer and every movie starts looking good," Jack shot back. "Anyway, with the classics out, I thought I'd take a page out of Etheria's book and get the latest movie." He flashed his teeth in a wide grin, reached behind his seat and pulled out a small case. "Behold the latest Hollywood blockbuster: 'Space Pirates'."

"Isn't that still in the cinemas?" Daniel asked.

"I got an Etherian bootleg," Jack said.

Glimmer groaned. "Disney will complain again if that gets out, and the negotiations about a copyright deal will stall again."

Catra shrugged. That wasn't her problem. Besides, Glimmer could always give in and bribe them with magic healing or something if things were going wrong. "Come on, put it on."

"Alright." Jack stood up and walked over to the TV.

Catra leaned back into Adora and got comfortable.

*****​

"We absolutely need to show this to Mermista!" Catra blurted out when the end credits started rolling.

"We absolutely can't show this to Mermista!" Glimmer protested.

"But they so ripped off her and Sea Hawk! Princess Siren even looks like her, and they got her attitude down to the way she rolls her eyes!" Catra giggled. "And the hero is a space smuggler named 'Falcon' with a laser cutlass whose ship gets wrecked in the very first scene and he just walks it off!"

"Exactly!" Glimmer shook her head. "She'll go ballistic."

"There are bootlegs around already. Mermista will hear about it sooner or later anyway," Catra pointed out.

"That doesn't mean we need to tell her!" Glimmer insisted.

"Of course we do! That way, we can see her reaction firsthand!" Oh, Mermista would go ballistic! Sea Hawk would probably love it - the actor playing his expy was great. "And we need to get the cast to visit Etheria!"

"You want to reward them for ripping off our history?" Glimmer sounded shocked.

"More like ripping off our stories." Catra shrugged again. She didn't care - it was a great movie. And speaking of that… "Bow! I'll need a copy for us!"

"OK."

"Bow!"

As Bow tried to placate Glimmer, Catra smiled. That had been a great movie night. Just the thing to relax and have fun.

*****​

Alliance Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, March 9th, 2000

"...and behind me, in front of the White House, a crowd has turned out to protest the production of clone soldiers. While the protesters are, so far, peaceful, the mood is quite riled up, and the police in riot gear are standing by to intervene."

Behind the reporter who was almost breathlessly narrating, Jack O'Neill could see the crowd waving various signs around. He wasn't quite sure - the cameras didn't really linger on them - but he thought he saw something about 'soulless hordes' next to the dozens of identical "Say NO! to unnatural procreation!' and 'No Kid Factories!" signs. Someone must have mass-produced them for the protest, he thought with a snort.

Then the frame froze, and Major What'shisname, Greaves, stepped up and addressed the room. "As you can see with this news clip - just a sample from various others - we're already seeing protests from the public against cloning people."

Not for the first time since he had received his personal stealth shuttle, Jack had to admit that while it was great to be able to commute to any location on Earth or the moon from his home - or any planet with a Stargate if he took a trip to Stargate Command - it came with a few drawbacks. Such as not having an excuse not to attend a stupid meeting halfway across the continent from your base because travelling there wouldn't take him much time at all.

And so he had to listen to a staff officer who must have risen through the ranks in Public Affairs without ever seeing the field, much less combat. Major Greaves certainly seemed way too concerned about this whole thing. Then again, that was his thing. Jack on the other hand.. If he ever found out who got him on this committee, someone would regret it. He was special forces, not public relations!

"Protests by fringe elements driven by religious nutcases," General Barbier said in his distinct French accent. "If we listened to them, we might as well drop any advanced technology and go back to horse and carriage."

"They're not Amish!" Greaves protested. "They have significant influence amongst the more conservative, err, conservatives."

"In the United States, maybe. I can assure you that such fringe elements do not influence French policies."

"Her Majesty's Government also isn't in the habit of listening to demands rooted in irrational beliefs or based on sensational movies," Admiral Brown-Emerson added. He wasn't a PR specialist, either. Must have annoyed someone back in Merry Old England.

"Unless they donate to your election campaigns," General Naird commented. Of course, he would jump at the chance of getting on a committee for the networking and influence. At least his background - Signals - was something slightly related to this bullshit. "Didn't one of your Lords start a petition to clone a dragon?"

"That's not a rejection of cloning technologies - quite the opposite, in fact," the British admiral retorted with a straight face.

"You can't claim that's rational, though." Naird snorted. "And I bet the guy has come up with this after watching Jurassic Park."

Brown-Emerson chuckled, conceding the point.

"Sirs?" Greaves cleared his throat. "While fascinating, this meeting is being held to discuss the potential issues the adaption of cloning technology for procreation could have for the image of the Alliance."

"It's just the Horde clones who are doing it, and they, well, are clones," Naird said. "No other country has passed legislation to allow the cloning of people." He gestured at the screen. "Those people are protesting an imaginary threat!"

"That is correct, sir. However, what people believe, regardless of its veracity, still matters," Greaves retorted. "If the population - or a part of the population - thinks the Alliance is building factories to churn out cloned soldiers, that will have repercussions."

Jack wasn't really concerned about a bunch of idiots falling for rumours. But the people using those idiots? The people politely voicing 'concerns' about the 'unprecedented expansion of what is arguably already the most powerful member of the Alliance', as one of them had put it? Those could be trouble. Even though Jack had mixed feelings himself about the Horde expanding. Still…

He scoffed, drawing the room's attention. "And even for the Horde, who have been cloning each other for centuries, it's not going to be easy to expand. This isn't a game where soldiers spawn fully trained and equipped at the push of a button."

"No one is expecting that!" Greaves protested.

Jack had a mind of showing the Major the clips from the more conservative TV channels Daniel had collected. Some idiots certainly seemed to think they were living in Starcraft. "Anyway, we're not going to get buried in clones." Carter and Entrapta, and they would know best, had run the numbers, and Jack had checked them himself.

"We can't tell people that, though," Naird pointed out. "That's a military secret!"

"We don't have to tell them that. We can simply not comment but let experts explain the truth," Barbier countered.

"That would be the same! We can't let the enemy know about our production capacity!" Naird shook his head.

"If the Goa'uld have spies on Earth, then speculation about cloning and training capacity is the least of our worries," Jack said. "We just did a dangerous mission to convince the snakes that we're at war with the Horde, remember?"

Naird glared at him. "Of course I do! But we still cannot reveal such details about our military capacity!"

"I think we should consider it if only to counter the narrative that we're on the verge of people cloning armies," Greaves cut in. "If fear of this scenario continues to spread, it's bound to do a lot more damage to the Alliance's capability to conduct this war. Not to mention the consequences if people start to suspect that friends and family could be replaced by clones."

"Surely that is not a realistic scenario!" Barbier exclaimed.

"Never underestimate the stupidity of the average man," Jack muttered.

"I suggest we create a task force for combatting disinformation and rumours," Naird said.

"Good idea," Jack said. Naird looked surprised at his support, but as long as Jack wasn't on that force, he was all for it. Maybe they could have the Department of Education do it. It certainly seemed as if the world - Jack didn't believe that America was unique in that area - was in need of better education, so people didn't believe every nonsense.

*****​
 
Honestly if they want to move earth to war time footing they need a combined ministry of propaganda, the free press and public support for war are generally at odds
 
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Chapter 162: The Clones Question Part 2

Earth Orbit, Solar System, April 10th, 2000


"...and as our first batch of new brothers is ready to take their first steps into the universe today, Her Divine Highness Herself is attending this joyous occasion to welcome them with her blessings!"

Adora didn't wince when the assembled clones broke out cheering at Priest's prompting, but she felt her cheeks grow warm. She shouldn't have agreed to this, all the public relations concerns be damned! It was dubious, anyway, that her presence would help make the clones more acceptable. As Mr Brown and Julie had explained, there was considerable overlap between those on Earth who were afraid of an army of 'soulless clones' taking over Earth and those who considered her a 'false heathen demon tempting the faithful', someone even worse than the Goa'uld, just because the Church of She-Ra was still growing on Earth.

It wasn't as if she wanted to convert people to worship her - or have anyone worship her at all!

On the other hand, those newborn clones didn't deserve to feel snubbed and abandoned just because Adora felt embarrassed. It was bad enough that some bigots hated them already before they were even born - or decanted, as Catra called it.

Priest was correct that they were newborns, and newborn children deserved love and care, not hatred and ignorance. It was the duty of She-Ra to protect people, and she wouldn't shirk it.

So she smiled at Priest, tried to ignore how he and everyone else bowed their heads and stepped forward to the small podium placed in front of the cloning pods in the main cargo bay of the frigate they had converted into a support ship, and smiled.

"Thank you, everyone," she started the short speech she had prepared last night - after a final check that Catra hadn't sneaked in the suggestions she had mentioned last night. "I am happy to be here to see new people entering our world, our universe. They are the first of a new generation, the first after Horde Prime was finally defeated."

Experience made her pause in time to let the clones curse Horde Prime. She managed not to wince when she noted that they had picked up a few more creative insults from Catra. That bit certainly would be cut before it was aired by any American broadcasting company.

"They are the first generation to be raised differently - to be raised as people in their own right. The first to benefit from what you all have fought and struggled for - and earned - the right to pursue your own path in life, to find happiness according to your own desires, not according to one being's whims and dictates. You called them your brothers, and they are, but they are also your first children. Treat them as such - raise them with love, care and understanding. Do not force your own expectations on them, but let them decide how they want to live their life."

She felt more than a little like a hypocrite. Here she was preaching about childcare when she had been raised as a child soldier by Shadow Weaver. But that didn't mean she was lying, or wrong.

"Above all, accept and love them no matter their choices, but guide them as well so they can make their own decisions and live with the consequences."

Adora took a deep breath and blinked - her eyes were feeling a little wet.

"In short, be their loving family."

She slowly nodded, and the clones cheered again.

"Her Divine Highness has spoken, and Her Wise Words shall be heeded!" Priest declared. He bowed deeply to Adora and then turned to face the assembled clones. "Now, let's not dally any longer and welcome our newest children to our family!"

Adora turned to watch the rows of cloning pods behind her. The first one, the one at the right end of the front row, briefly glowed, illuminating its interior. The liquid inside it was quickly drained, revealing a new clone. Several cables and tubes connecting him to the pod were withdrawn, and Adora suppressed a slight shudder at the memory of Horde Prime using a similar mechanism for himself.

But then she heard a hissing sound, and the lid of the pod slowly rose as warm air dried the clone inside.

He wasn't moving, though. Adora could see him breathing, but he wasn't moving. But if something were wrong, the machines and sensors would have caught it. And Priest didn't seem worried, so this was normal.

Then the clone opened his eyes, blinking confusedly - at her, Adora realised. "Who…?" he whispered. "Where am I? Who am I?"

"You are a clone, same as we are," Priest told him. "The youngest member of our family."

The clone looked from Adora to Priest, then at Adora, and finally down at himself.

"And this is Her Divine Highness, She-Ra, Princess of Power! We owe her our freedom and our lives!"

Adora blinked as the clone's eyes widened and darted back to stare at her. "She-Ra…"

Before she could tell him to call her Adora, Priest cried out: "Praise her Divine Highness!", and the other clones took up the call.

Including the new clone whispering it as two clones helped him out of the pod and led him to the side, where clothes and other necessities were waiting.

Adora turned to frown at Priest - she hadn't been told about that part! - but he was already stepping up to the next pod.

*****​

Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, Maine, United States of America, Earth, April 15th, 2000

"...and it's with great pleasure and pride that we have gathered to watch the launch of the Constitution II, the mightiest warship ever to be constructed on Earth. May she serve as admirably as her famous predecessor, the oldest warship still in service!"

Samantha Carter clapped her hands politely as everyone else present applauded. She managed not to roll her eyes as Admiral Baker continued his speech.

The man was technically correct - the Constitution II was the largest warship built so far on Earth and outgunned the Flower II-class built by the United Kingdom even without taking her fighter complement into account. Which was a good thing since the Corsair IIIs that were supposed to be carried by her were still in the testing phase. Although the fighters were about to enter mass production as soon as testing showed that Sam's fixes for the last issues worked. Which it would - Sam and Entrapta had done the fixes personally. Compared to the work on the Constitution II, the project had run almost smoothly for its scope.

Of course, the fact that the Corsair III was a joint project of the United States, the United Kingdom, France and Germany, and one where the US Navy hadn't been able to take the lead, had helped there. If they had incorporated every damn 'suggestion' by the Navy, they would still be in the planning phase for the next prototype. If they had simply copied the Horde fighter design, maybe adapted it a bit, they would have had squadrons of them entering service already, but if there was one thing the Earth part of the Alliance agreed on, it was that they didn't want to rely on copying designs but create their own despite the cost.

By her estimation, the Constitution II could have been launched about a year earlier, and at a much, much lower cost, if they had stuck to the original design for a frigate instead of trying to construct a ship that would do the job of both a frigate and an escort carrier.

And, in her opinion, clearly if diplomatically stated in her reports, the design was a failure as a carrier. It had less firepower than a Horde frigate despite being bigger. And a single squadron of fighters simply wasn't worth the additional crew, space and supplies requirements. More shuttles would have been better and would have significantly helped with the capacity to conduct rescue, scouting and even special operations. But the Navy had argued that the new ships' 'dual focus' would let them gain critical experience with both gunship and carrier operations in space at the same time and that the exploding costs were worth it since that way, they would be able to save money when designing the fleet carriers and battleships they wanted.

Sam would believe that when it happened - and after double- and triple-checking the budgets.

"And now, let's watch as the newest ship in the service of the United States takes to the sky!" Baker finished, gesturing with his arm at the ship in its berth behind him.

For a moment, nothing happened. Sam heard some of the audience starting to whisper - mostly, but not exclusively the civilians present, politicians and other notables, laypeople who expected an outdated rocket launch.

But modern spaceships with inertial compensators didn't launch on a pillar of fire. The ship silently started to rise, slowly clearing the berth's walls. Once she was clear, she accelerated, although still far more slowly than she could, to avoid blasting the audience with a sonic boom.

Even so, it didn't take long for the ship to become a speck in the sky.

While the audience started chatting excitedly about the - in Sam's opinion rather mundane - event, she checked her laptop. According to the scanner in the Spacelab, the Constitution II's systems were performing according to their specifications, and the ship was following the pre-planned route for her maiden flight.

Good. Sam felt a bit relieved even though she knew the odds of anything going wrong were very slim. Not slim enough that she would have been allowed on the ship for this, though. In any case, this was now officially no longer her problem - at least until something did go seriously wrong.

"Major Carter, you must be feeling very proud to see your project coming to such an impressive conclusion!"

She turned to smile, politely, at Admiral Baker. "It is good to see the ship fly," she said, "but my part in the project was limited to troubleshooting when necessary." Which had been far too often the case, in her opinion. "You should congratulate the design team responsible for this." And, of course, the ship still needed significant time to work up until she was ready for active service.

"Already did!" He beamed at her. "And you know what they said?"

Sam managed not to channel the General and comment that she was sure he would tell her. "No, sir?" she said instead.

"That you were essential for the project's success! Now, as we both know, they wouldn't say this if this weren't true. So, again, congratulations! The Navy is in your debt."

Sam smiled, but inwardly, she felt quite differently. Those bastards were only praising her in order to blame her for any problems that would appear during the ship's maiden flight or the shakedown cruise.

Well, Sam wasn't going to let them do this to her. Her reports were already filed and would set things straight if anyone tried to scapegoat her.

So she smiled and nodded - and hoped the admiral would turn to someone else soon so she could slip away and get back to more important work.

*****​

Royal Palace, Bright Moon, Etheria, April 17th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Catra put down the report from Priest and shook her head. The clone knew how to mince words, even when writing military reports. But even flavoured quite optimistically, the results remained: Training the newborn clones to be competent crewmen for Horde ships would take six months at the very least, and only if you defined competent as "won't endanger the ship trying to do their duties" and focused on specialising as much as possible.

Which wasn't a good way to run a navy, as Catra knew from her time in the Horde. You wanted as much redundancy as possible in your crews to compensate for losses. And you wanted experienced sailors, both ratings and officers. During the Horde war, the Salinean fleet had had inferior ships but much better crews, and that had told in most engagements where they hadn't been outnumbered to a significant degree. And even outnumbered, they had inflicted disproportionate losses on the Horde forces.

So, in order to actually be effective, they would need to staff the Fourth Fleet with a solid core of experienced clones from the other fleets. That would reduce the crew quality in the existing fleet since those clones would have to be replaced. And cause some friction if you mixed crews from different fleets on the same ship - or even in the same task force. Third Fleet had developed a very different culture than Second Fleet or First Fleet, not that the two latter fleets were identical either; Hordak and WrongHordak ran their forces quite differently.

They could avoid some of the friction by simply taking the cadre for the new fleet from a single fleet. Third Fleet would be the obvious choice, but that would mean that fleet would suffer the lion's share of the drain of experienced crews. And having new fleets so closely associated with existing fleets could, in the long run, damage the entire fleet's cohesion.

Although Catra wasn't sure that just forming new fleets with new cultures would help much with cohesion either. Maybe having more crews move around between ships and fleets would help, but with the way Third Fleet was basically just the Church of She-Ra's naval branch, as Jack had put it once, it might cause more problems than it would solve.

Problems Horde Prime hadn't had to deal with since he had just programmed the minds of his clones to get them as skilled and loyal as he wanted them to be. Loyal little drones. She shivered at the memory of being under his control, ready to lay down her life for him, ready to fight Adora for him… No one should have that kind of power!

Fortunately, all the data about that kind of 'programming' had been wiped on the orders of Hordak, WrongHordak and Priest - not even Entrapta had protested against losing data forever. So, no idiot could have the bright idea of using this technology to speed up training, and Catra wouldn't have to claw off their face for suggesting it, either.

Still, between the need to train all those new clones and crews and draining the existing crews of cadre, it meant that for the next twelve months or so, the Alliance's naval strength would be diminished.

She quickly ran the numbers on her pad. If everything worked out reasonably well, they'd reach the point where they would see the first actual increase in numbers and total effectiveness in about a year, but the individual ships would still be less effective than they currently were since a percentage of their crews would be new clones getting training. That could be improved with a dedicated training command, though setting that up would cost resources as well. However, once running, it should streamline and speed up the training of new clones and improve crew effectiveness.

And having a centralised Horde training command should also help with force cohesion.

Nodding, she started jotting down a proposal she could run past Hordak, Wrong Hordak and Priest. She could put it to the Command Council, but this was Horde business; the idea of a centralised Alliance Naval Training Command had been shot down from the start since none of the Earth navies wanted to adapt to a different naval culture, much less the Horde traditions, and technical training wouldn't help much with everyone using different classes of ships.

Just having a standardised Naval Tactics Course based on the Horde experience for all naval officers to take had been an achievement, and even that had required letting NATO take the lead in Alliance Special Operations training.

Sometimes, Catra really missed having the power to just order people to do things the right way or get shot. On the other hand, having such power also came with a lot more paperwork and everyone and their mother coming to her with problems they should have been able to solve themselves, cutting into her time to actually tackle the important issues.

She took a look at her proposal. It wasn't very detailed, but it didn't have to be; that stuff was best left to those with more experience in the specifics. But it outlined the pros and cons quite nicely. Now, all that was left was to send it to the Fleet leaders.

She was just getting around to that when an alert came in. Not an emergency, but urgent?

Oh. The spy bot network had discovered the missing Horde fleet.

She quickly sent her proposal and got up to head to the meeting room. The Alliance would have to deal with this new development.

*****​

Royal Palace, Bright Moon, Etheria, April 18th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"So, what's the situation?" Jack O'Neill asked as he entered the meeting room and found the Etherians already present. Of course, he had had to take the Stargate from Earth while they were living down the hall.

"Hello, everyone!" Daniel said and Jack knew without looking behind him that he was frowning at Jack.

Jack ignored it. The Etherians had called for an urgent meeting, so time was of the essence. At least, that was his excuse. Besides, a meeting was a meeting; the sooner you got it started, the less time ended up being wasted. Though this was a peculiar meeting - besides the princesses, both Hordak and WrongHordak were present, but not Priest.

"Hi there!"

"Hello."

"Thank you for coming so quickly."

"Of course, we came."

"Indeed."

His friends apparently didn't want to go with the program. Foiled again. Jack sighed as he took his usual seat next to Carter, who apparently had stayed the night on Etheria, probably burning the midnight oil with Entrapta again.

"We've discovered the missing Horde force," Adora said once everyone was seated.

"One of the potentially missing Horde forces - there could be others," WrongHordak cut in.

"A Horde force with which we haven't been in contact before," Adora corrected herself. "Though it seems they are the ones that attacked the Goa'uld shipyard we found. They're operating in the same area, at least, and they're attacking Goa'uld forces."

"Oh?" Jack raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, sir." Carter nodded. "We've been able to observe a battle between a task force of standard Horde frigates and what has been identified as a fleet under the command of Sokar." She pushed a button on her laptop, and a holoprojection appeared in the middle of the room. Must have made an upgrade, Jack noted. Or just tapped into the existing hardware of the room. "The Goa'uld force was completely destroyed in short order, the expected outcome given the numerical and technological superiority of the Horde force. Interestingly, we observed salvage efforts afterwards - the clones are working on recovering two Ha'taks that were disabled instead of destroyed in the fighting."

"They're trying to recover the ships themselves? Not just stripping them for parts?" Jack asked.

"Yes, sir." The projection zoomed in on those two ships, showing a few Horde craft near them and docked to them.

"That's a major effort for an inferior ship," Jack commented. Before meeting the Ethetrians and the Horde, Stargate Command had been hoping to recover a Ha'tak by any means necessary, and Jack had familiarised himself with the plans made. Salvaging a ship disabled through damage took a lot of work unless it was precise sabotage you could easily fix. Which getting your engines blasted off by focused naval fire wasn't.

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed. "They are either not worried about being caught in the middle of the recovery operation by reinforcements or feel confident to repel any such force."

"It's easy to feel confident in their position," Jack said. "Though that makes it even weirder that they are bothering about Ha'taks."

"Yes." Entrapta nodded several times. "Are they trying to gather more data on their enemies? But between all the Ha'taks they destroyed and the shipyard they looted, they already should know all that is to know about Ha'taks. Unless they were very unlucky or sloppy with their sensors."

"That is unlikely. Clones are trained better than that," Hordak said with a frown.

"Yes." WrongHordak agreed. "Most of us have had those skills ingrained by Horde Prime's conditioning and then practised them continuously. They are almost reflexes at this point."

"But Horde Prime's death was a heavy blow to his clones," Bow commented. "That's like losing a princess without a successor ready to be crowned, and in such cases, a kingdom usually suffered an upheaval on Etheria. These clones would have suddenly lost their connection to Horde Prime without anyone ready to step in and lead them like First, Second and Third Fleet had. We can't really count on them to just keep going as usual."

Daniel nodded in obvious agreement.

"That wouldn't have been enough for them to forget their training," Hordak retorted. "And as our new intel shows, they fought effectively and at a level we would expect, so it's unlikely that they would have suffered a loss of effectiveness in just one area of expertise."

Weirder things had happened, but Jack had to agree with the former warlord. "We need more information to tell."

"Yes," Glimmer said. "Before we contact them, we need to know what they're doing and why."

"We can ask them when we contact them." Perfuma smiled. "I'm sure they'll be curious about us as well - especially about their brothers in the Alliance. We can exchange information."

Jack winced a little.

"We should be more cautious," Sha're spoke up. "We don't know anything about them. They could be a danger to us."

Frosta frowned at her. "They're fighting the Goa'uld - our enemies."

"That doesn't mean that they're our allies," Sha're retorted. "Or that they aren't willing to stab us in the back."

"Indeed." Teal'c nodded.

"It would be prudent to take the possibility into account that they have chosen a similar course as, ah, Hordak did when he was cut off from Horde Prime," Daniel added with an apologetic smile.

"Yes." Catra nodded sharply. "We need to know why they are fighting the Goa'uld before we make contact. If they want to conquer the galaxy in Horde Prime's name, we can't trust them."

"They would consider us traitors," WrongHordak said.

"But if we spy on them before contacting them, they might think we're not honest with them," Perfuma objected. "We can't expect them to trust us if we aren't willing to extend our trust to them."

Jack had to suppress another wince.

"We don't trust them," Mermista said. "That's the point of this meeting. We need to decide what to do about them because they're acting weird and are a potential threat to us all."

Perfuma frowned. "But is that our decision to make in the first place? Shouldn't we leave that either to the Alliance as a whole, or to the Horde, since they are their brothers, and not to the Princess Alliance?"

Good questions, Jack had to admit. This seemed to be a matter for the Alliance Command Council.

"Technically, this is both an internal matter for the Horde and a matter for the entire Alliance due to the threat a hostile Horde force represents," Hordak said. "But since the majority of the clones follow She-Ra, she would have to be involved anyway, and since everyone knows Adora relies on her friends for advice, it seemed most efficient to have this meeting here to decide our course of action before informing the rest of the Alliance."

Jack didn't like the implied dismissal of the Alliance as a whole, but the clone was correct. Whether Earth liked it or not, this would be decided by the clones and She-Ra. And, if he was honest, it was probably more productive as well. And, of course, he trusted Adora more than he trusted most of the governments back on Earth.

He leaned forward and focused on Adora. "So… What do you think?"

*****​

What do I think? Adora briefly bit her lower lip. She had pondered this ever since she had heard about the news. Well, she could start with the easy part.

"I think this is a decision for the clones. Those were their brothers, their people. We don't know if the clones in that fleet still feel like they are part of the Horde or if they feel that they - or the fleets here - are a different people now that Horde Prime is gone, like the others we've found before. But until we know, this is a Horde matter first, an Alliance matter second." Just as deciding to grow the clone population had been a Horde decision, not an Alliance decision.

"Should be good enough for the Alliance to accept so they can save face," Jack commented.

Catra snorted but didn't make any comment about letting an enemy save as much face as possible but nothing else. She'd done that last night already, of course.

"It's not an excuse," Daniel said. "It's the truth. And I doubt that the Earth countries want to set a precedent that would allow the Alliance to intervene in internal disputes."

"We absolutely would if it were necessary to save people," Glimmer muttered.

That was true, of course, but Adora was aware that it was best if they never had to do that.

"Internal disputes in a NATO country don't exactly present a threat to the Alliance as a whole," Jack said. "A Horde Fleet, though, does - they're what, a third of the current fleet strength?"

"That depends on whether or not they have maintained their ship numbers," Hordak replied. "They could have lost ships to battles and desertions. Or internal fighting. Or they could have increased their numbers, as we're doing."

"Do we even know if all Horde Fleets had the same number of ships?" Mermista asked. "We still don't know how many fleets existed thanks to Horde Prime keeping information from everyone, even the clones."

"All three Fleets with Horde Prime had the same number of ships," WrongHordak told her. "While not definite proof, it's pretty indicative of the norm."

"As obsessed as he was with what he saw as 'perfect order', the odds that he would have allowed divergences in the Horde's roster are minimal," Hordak said with a sneer.

Adora agreed with that assessment. She couldn't see Horde Prime tolerating varying numbers of ships in his fleet.

"We should hope that they have the same number," Catra said.

"Why?" Daniel looked puzzled.

"If they have lost significant numbers of ships to battle, it means there's an enemy out there who can match them - and us, in that case," Catra explained. "If they destroyed each other over internal disputes, they might try to do the same to us."

"That they do loot the false gods' resources and make determined attempts to salvage their ships might indicate that they have lost part or all of their fleet train and depend on such means to maintain and replenish their strength," Teal'c speculated.

Adora nodded again. That was a possible explanation. The Horde didn't have bases to support their fleets. Each fleet carried their own logistical base with them, and if they lost it, they would be left to wither on the vine, so to speak. But…

"If they have access to even part of their fleet train, they should, over time, be able to restore it completely," Hordak said. "Like First Fleet."

"They would still have a problem with crewing new ships, though," WrongHordak said. "Unless a lot of the crews of the lost ships survived their destruction - or were deployed on a planet at the time."

First Fleet had drawn most of their replacement crews from the ground forces of Horde Prime that had been trapped on Etheria when Adora had turned his flagship - and with it the cloning pods - into a plant. But those had mostly come from the Velvet Glove; a Fleet wouldn't have as many ground forces to deploy in the first place. "Could they build cloning pods?"

"Well, they should," Entrapta said. "The basic design isn't that difficult to replicate, even without the blueprints in the databanks. Horde Prime really should have backed up his data."

"In theory, they could," Hordak added. "We all knew the basics. But whether or not any of the clones developed the aptitude to build such technology?" He shrugged. "I could have done it, but I was an aberration."

"You're not an aberration. You're Hordak!" Entrapta told him with a frown.

He smiled at her, and Entrapta's frown melted away.

Next to Adora, Catra snorted, but softly, so none but Adora heard it.

"In any case, I didn't have access to the mental patterns Horde Prime imprinted on every clone he grew," Hordak went on. "And without them, the best I could have done would have been to copy my own. Which I did not want to. For various reasons."

Adora nodded. She didn't want to pry. "So, the new fleet might be unable to replace lost clones."

"Or they copied each other and formed some hive mind," Catra joked. At least, Adora hoped she was joking. Judging by Entrapta and Sam's expression, and Bow's grimace, Catra's idea might not be as absurd as it sounded.

"Let's hope not. Taking out hive minds is a pain," Jack said. "But we still don't know how we deal with this new Horde force. Spy on them? Talk to them? Send them a late Valentine's card?"

That was the tricky question. Adora looked at Hordak and WrongHordak. Maybe she should have invited Priest to this meeting as well, but… she already knew he would want them to convert the other clones to worshipping Adora. Like he wanted to convert everyone else.

"We should be cautious and gather more information," Hordak said. "Then, when we know more about them, decide how to handle them."

WrongHordak shook his head. "We should approach them openly and arrange a meeting so we can honestly take their measure."

Everyone was looking at her, Adora realised. Waiting for her decision. Well, this was easy. "We want friends we can trust, and that requires extending trust to them first." She firmly nodded. "Honesty is the best policy."

Of course, Catra had to snort and say something about "trust, but verify."

*****​

Orbit Above Etheria, April 19th, 2000 (Earth Time)

Samantha Carter had expected Adora's decision - anyone who knew her had. Or should have; she was sure some people back on Earth still didn't understand Adora. Probably because they were so cynical - or corrupt - they couldn't contemplate, much less accept that true idealists not only were real but also successful. It would wreck their worldview.

And it wasn't as if Adora's decision was wrong. Spying on the Horde fleet in question before contacting them might appear to be the cautious choice, but only if they weren't caught. If exposed, it would run the risk of antagonising the Horde force and spoiling any attempt at diplomacy. As much as some people might agree with the idea that a country had no friends, only interests, the fact was that countries were ruled by people, and people held grudges.

Still, being open and honest didn't mean you had to be careless about it. Adora was an idealist, but no fool. However, there was a bit of a disagreement about what kind of preparations were adequate for the contact mission.

"We should take the entire First Fleet," Hordak grumbled from where he was studying a screen on the bridge of the flagship First Fleet. "A show of force that will discourage aggression on the part of this Horde fleet. Unlike the other Horde remnants we met before, they are not only fighting battles, but they are not even just defending themselves or their territory; they're actively attacking Goa'uld fleets and bases. If we appear weak, they might attack us as well."

"We don't know that - we don't know why they're attacking the Goa'uld," Entrapta pointed out. "If we appear threatening, they might attack us out of fear. It's a common response amongst many species. Including sapient ones, according to my data. We cannot expect them to act rationally."

The General would say that sometimes, attacking when threatened was the rational response. Sam didn't disagree. But whether or not this applied to a specific situation was often only obvious in hindsight. She checked the data analysis her computer was running against the records from the spy bot network. So far, there were no irregularities.

"If they are so far gone as to let fear dictate their actions, they are already a threat that we would have to deal with sooner or later," Hordak retorted. He shook his head. "And worse, if we show up with a fleet train, even parts of it, in tow, and they lack one, as we considered, then they might be tempted to attack us to take it from us."

"We are not taking a fleet train with us on the contact mission," Sam said. "Just a single yardship." Enough to maintain the task force being sent for a short mission but nothing more. And none of the mining and refining and other supply ships that were necessary to provide sufficient logistics for a Horde fleet. "If we took the entire First Fleet, we would have to take the entire fleet train as well."

"But we would have the strength to defend it," Hordak argued. After a pause, he scowled. "I don't like this. All the other remnants we met, at least those who refused to join us, were isolationists. They refuse to accept that Horde Prime is gone and wait for orders that will never come, merely defending themselves when attacked. This fleet, though, shows initiative. They are conducting what seems to be an offensive - or at least a raiding campaign. Why are they doing this when all the others are passive?"

"Maybe they have a leader like you?" Entrapta smiled.

Hordak didn't. He grimaced. "That would be the worst case."

Entrapta gasped. "Don't say that!"

Sam pressed her lips together for a moment. It wouldn't be fair to agree with Hordak. "You're not bent on conquest anymore," she said instead.

"It took me many years and many experiences to change. And it was only possible because I was isolated from Horde Prime. I was formed by the unique circumstances I experienced on Etheria. The other clones were under his rule until a few years ago. They never had any freedom to develop their own opinions. They never had the opportunity to experience a different life, hear different opinions or act on their own initiative - that would have made Horde Prime cull them." He shook his head. "No, if they have a leader like me, he'll be like me when I arrived on Etheria: Bent on conquest in Horde Prime's name."

"We can't know that!" Entrapta protested.

They couldn't. But It was very likely, in Sam's opinion. After Horde Prime had controlled every part of their life including their very thoughts, individuality came slowly to many clones.

"We need to be prepared for the worst," Hordak said. "At the very least, we need to move the rest of First Fleet forward to a position where they can support and relieve us when necessary. Besides, moving them out of the system will make the Princess Alliance stop complaining about the mining ships cracking asteroids. As if we're significantly reducing the number of asteroids! We could crack dozens without making even a hint of a dent!" he grumbled.

Sam knew that there was also a dispute about asteroid mining on Earth. The Horde fleet trains used to crack entire - smaller - asteroids for refining. It was quite effective but required large mining and refining ships and destroyed the asteroids being mined. The latter was a point of contention on Earth, especially amongst astronomers. Last she heard, there was talk about founding a society for the protection of celestial bodies.

Well, that was none of her concern. She was busy with research and the war effort. Which meant helping Entrapta and Hordak with planning the route to the new Horde fleet's area of operations.

She'd leave diplomacy and protecting asteroids to others.

*****​

Gate Area, PZ-9771, April 30th, 2000 (Earth Time)

"Alright! Drop it down here! Well, not drop - put it down, I meant."

"Sorry!"

"Don't worry. That will buff out."

Catra snorted and shook her head as Adora took a step back from the Stargate on the floor inside the shuttle, and Entrapta and Sam stared at their scanners.

"I just followed orders." Adora pouted at her.

"You should have known better. Fortunately, a Stargate is hard to break, even for you."

"Yes."

Just when Adora perked up, Catra added: "Much easier to break a shuttle."

"It's not broken!"

Catra shrugged. "Not for lack of trying."

Before Adora could reply to that, Entrapat stood up and nodded. "Alright! Everything's in order - we can fly off and return to the others! And install the Stargate on Hordak's flagship!"

"Finally!" In Catra's opinion, they should have installed Stargates on every fleet's flagship long ago, probably on a few more. It would make moving around between theatres of operation much faster for everyone. But that meant removing them from planets, and between planets with a population and planets with the potential for being settled, finding Stargates no one would miss had been a bit of a challenge. You had to thoroughly check whether a planet really didn't have a native population, and that usually required more than a quick trip through the Stargate and a look at the gate area.

But this planet's population had been wiped out in the war between Horde Prime and the First Ones, at least according to the records they had recovered in the remains. Probably as collateral damage, Catra thought - neither side had really cared about anyone else. So, no one would miss this Stargate. And they really needed a mobile one in this sector, what with this weird Horde force being active in the area.

The ramp closed behind her, and she took a seat next to Adora's just before the shuttle lifted off. Shortly afterwards, escorted by a squadron of Horde fighters, they entered orbit and approached the frigate serving as flagship of this task force.

Hordak was already waiting in the hangar, and Catra and Adora stepped out of the way as he, Entrapta and Sam got busy moving and installing the Stargate. Catra followed Adora to the bridge. There was nothing they could do to help with that except for doing the heavy lifting, but they could adjust the gravity for that here, and there would be reports waiting for the Supreme Commander of the Alliance on the bridge.

There always were reports and other paperwork waiting for Adora.

*****​

Outside PT-9621 System, May 1st, 2000 (Earth Time)

"We've sent the communication request, Commander," the clone crewman reported to Hordak. "No response yet."

Catra hadn't expected an immediate response. Being contacted out of the blue, by First Fleet - the escort force for Horde Prime's flagship? That would have surprised, maybe shocked the clones in the system.

On the other hand, all the scattered Horde forces they had contacted before had quickly, sometimes desperately asked them if they had news about Horde Prime. She checked the time. Almost a minute, and this force had yet to open a channel.

"The ships inside the system are moving into a defensive formation."

Catra could see that on the holoprojection.

"Well, they didn't miss our call," Jack commented.

"They're not wary but not aggressive," Adora said.

"They don't know our forces," Hordak retorted. "This is a standard reaction. Once they know our numbers, they might alter their formation depending on their intentions."

"Incoming call."

Adora straightened. "Put it on the screen."

A clone appeared on the screen. He didn't look any different compared to any other clones. Same appearance, standard uniform. Just like Horde Prime had wanted. And yet… Catra narrowed her eyes. Something was off.

"Hello!" Adora beamed at the clone. "I am She-Ra, Princess of Power. This is Hordak, the commander of First Fleet."

Catra and the others present stayed outside the field of view of the communicator. Honesty might be the best policy, but that didn't mean you had to tell an unknown force everything right away. Explaining the Alliance would take some time, anyway. Especially the difference between the Goa'uld and the Tok'Ra. And the difference between Earth and the First Ones.

The Horde clone frowned a little at Hordak, Catra noted. Was he offended by his appearance? Some clones considered any change to their bodies an aberration, a violation of Horde Prime's will.

"I am the Commander of the Horde."

That was quite the claim if he meant the entire Horde. And it seemed he knew that Horde Prime was gone. Otherwise, he'd have asked the supposed leader of First Fleet about it. But had he no name, or was he hiding his name? Catra couldn't tell. And yet, something was definitely off about the clone. Something… She stepped over to Entrapta. "Can you zoom in on him on your screen?" she whispered.

"Yes!"

"What do you want?" the clone asked.

Catra focused on his appearance. The uniform was the same, but… "His shoulders!" she whispered.

"What about it?" Jack asked in a low voice.

Catra leaned over and zoomed in further. "Look at the shoulders! Beneath the cape! Something left a mark on it there. Something heavy." Those marks looked like the dents in a Horde uniform's shoulder pads after wearing a heavy backpack for hours - something Catra was familiar with as a punishment. "He must have been wearing something else on his shoulders and has replaced it with the standard clone cape to talk to us."

"Yes?" Entrapta looked confused.

But Jack nodded. "He's hiding something."

It was just a feeling, but Catra was pretty sure it was something important.

*****​
 
Honestly if they want to move earth to war time footing they need a combined ministry of propaganda, the free press and public support for war are generally at odds

That depends on the war in question. After Pearl Harbour, the majority of the press was in agreement and supported the war.
 
Chapter 163: The Clones Question Part 3 New
Chapter 163: The Clones Question Part 3

Outside PT-9621 System, May 1st, 2000 (Earth Time)


"We have made contact with you so we can find out what your intentions are, Commander."

While Adora spoke to the 'Commander of the Horde', Jack O'Neill studied his image on the screen to the side, out of the field of view of the camera. It wouldn't do to let those clones know that Etheria and Hordak were working with Earth. Honesty was all good and well, but you didn't have to be stupid about it.

And Catra had been correct - the clothes of this 'Commander' showed signs of something heavy he had been wearing on his shoulders. Though it wasn't a backpack. The position wasn't right for that. Unless it was some weird alien-style backpack - but the bodies of clones were so close to humans, that would have had to be a rather inconvenient setup for them. And while Jack had never met Horde Prime himself, his impression was that the megalomaniac wouldn't have settled for anything short of perfect for his clones.

On the other hand, the outfits weren't exactly practical.

"You wish to know our intentions?" The Clone Commander - Jack made a note to sneak in a G.I. Joe reference sometime - sounded suspicious.

Adora, though, merely smiled widely. "Yes. You're fighting the Goa'uld, after all."

"You know about them?"

Definitely suspicious. Although… should he have expected that, since they were meeting in a system that was, if not a frontline system, as far as you could have a frontline in space, so very close to it?

"We're First Fleet," Hordak spoke up. "We are aware of many things Horde Prime did keep from other fleets."

"You claim to be First Fleet. I do not see the Velvet Glove with you. And I do not recognise you."

"He must know that Horde Prime is dead," Daniel commented on the obvious in a low voice. "He didn't ask about him."

"The Velvet Glove was lost when Horde Prime died," Hordak said. "As were many ships. But we have rebuilt, and now we are stronger than before."

The Commander stared at him, and Jack caught the hint of a sneer on his face. "How did Horde Prime die?"

"He attacked me and my friends," Adora cut in. "He tried to conquer us, and we defeated him."

"Who are you?"

"I am She-Ra, Princess of Power. Protector of Etheria," Adora replied.

Glimmer scoffed. "He's rude to make her repeat herself."

The Commander's eyes flicked to the side, staring at Hordak. "And you follow her?"

Hordak slowly inclined his head. "Horde Prime tried to erase me. He failed."

The Commander nodded. "He was not fit to lead us."

Jack wasn't the only one to be surprised - he heard a couple of gasps so loud, the microphones on the bridge would have picked them up if not for the filtering software Carter had installed.

"None of the other fleets we found rejected Horde Prime like that," Daniel whispered.

"If they rejected Horde Prime and are fighting the Goa'uld…" Glimmer trailed off, but her hopeful tone clearly showed what she was thinking.

"The enemy of my enemy is the enemy of my enemy," Jack muttered. Those were the same guys who had wiped out entire worlds and species for their leader. And unlike the clones in the Alliance, they hadn't seen Horde Prime fall and then were welcomed by the princesses and turned into allies.

"Yes. He was cruel, arrogant and treated you like tools," Adora said, nodding firmly. "You deserve better than that. Everyone does."

"So, what are your goals here?" Hordak asked. "Why are you fighting the Goa'uld?"

"You ask about our goals, yet hide your own."

"We have been rebuilding our numbers, and now we're working to restore what was lost in the war," Hordak said.

Like magic, Jack thought, clenching his teeth for a moment.

"We're looking for allies," Adora added. "And for threats to us."

"And do you think we are such a threat?"

"That depends on your intentions - and on your reason to fight the Goa'uld," Adora replied.

Well, that was obvious to anyone, in Jack's opinion.

"We are fighting the Goa'uld System Lords because they are unworthy leaders like Horde Prime."

"And who is your leader?" Adora asked.

"I lead the Horde."

Jack frowned. That was…

"He's evasive," Daniel said.

"Does that mean you claim power over all Horde remnants?" Hordak asked.

"That depends on your intentions." The Commander's lips twisted into a brief smile.

Smug bastard, Jack thought.

"You know our intentions," Hordak retorted. He made a point to look at Adora. "We follow She-Ra. She has proven to be a leader worthy of respect. Someone who cares and protects her people. And she has defeated Horde Prime in single combat."

Jack winced. That was throwing down the gauntlet - all that was missing was a direct challenge.

"I see." The Commander stared at her. "Are you a First One?"

*****​

Adora suppressed a wince. That was a difficult question. She didn't want to lie - omitting the truth was bad enough already - but the Alliance had gone to great lengths to make Apophis think that Hordak was fighting the First Ones and their descendants. And since this fleet was fighting the Goa'uld, what were the odds that they were aware of that bit of intel? Or that they would become aware of it?

So she smiled and said: "I was born a First One but was taken as a baby from them and raised in the Horde under Hordak."

For the first time, the Commander seemed obviously surprised. "What? You were raised in the Horde? By Hordak? Who follows you now? A First One?"

Ah… Adora saw Catra shake her head outside the camera's field of view.

"There were no First Ones left except me," Adora said. "They tried to destroy our world, Etheria."

"I was stranded on Etheria decades ago," Hordak said. "I gathered what forces and resources I could to conquer the world - for Horde Prime. And yet, when I was returned to the fold, I was judged a mistake to be fixed."

"And we took him in," Adora said. "We protect our world from any threat, whether it might be the Horde or the First Ones." She stared at the Commander.

He inclined his head in return. "And you wish to know if we are such a threat."

"As we told you already." Adora resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. And ignored that Catra did roll hers.

"You defeated Horde Prime - or so you claim - and then took over First Fleet. Are you here to attempt to take us over as well?"

"We are not here to take over anyone," Adora explained, clenching her teeth for a moment. Why did people always assume the worst of her and her friends? "We did not take over the Horde either. We welcomed them as new allies whom Horde Prime had hurt as much as he had hurt us, even if many had not realised it before he was finally defeated." The clones might not have had the same chips Catra and the others had suffered from, but they had been as tightly controlled, bound to Horde Prime's whims.

"So, you claim you are a worthy leader," the Commander said after a moment.

"Yes." Adora nodded firmly. She wasn't perfect, but she tried her best. And that had to count for something. There were certainly many worse leaders.

"Yes, she has proven her mettle," Hordak agreed.

Adora managed not to glance at him in response. He could just be playing his role, but… Later. "People follow us out of their own free will." In some cases even against her wishes. "We're here to check up on you, nothing more. We are not here to recruit you."

"So you claim."

"What can we do to prove that to you?" Adora asked. That was the heart of the matter.

"A demonstration of the power with which you defeated Horde Prime to prove that claim," he replied at once.

That would be… difficult. She couldn't exactly replicate the circumstances of Horde Prime's defeat. She could restore a planet's magic and use the power for an impressive display of magic, though.

She noticed that Catra was glaring at her and mouthing 'no'. But this was an opportunity to convince the Commander that they were speaking the truth about Horde Prime. "Pick a planet nearby, and I can show you my power." She blinked and quickly added: "I will not destroy it or render it uninhabitable."

The Commander looked at her for a moment - was he surprised by her accepting his offer - or challenge? Then he nodded. "As you wish. I shall contact you with a suitable location soon."

The connection cut, and the screen turned black.

Adora sighed, smiling. "That went well." Better than she had feared.

"So, we're showing off magic to them?" Jack asked.

"Apophis and anyone with spies in his court already know about magic after the battle in front of his palace," Hordak retorted.

"Not the point. But what if this is a trap? We're giving them time to mass more ships," Catra said.

"We also have time to prepare," Glimmer retorted. "And Adora can turn their ships into plants if she has to."

"Ah…" Adora wasn't sure she could do that with the magic of a single planet. And she hadn't really planned to do it, back then.

"Guys!" Daniel spoke up before she could explain that. "About the clone's clothes…"

As everyone turned to look at him, Sha're took a step forward. "Those marks fit what an Usekh leaves if you wear it constantly over the same clothes."

Adora frowned. Usekh?

"That's the ornamental collar many Goa'uld and Jaffa wear," Daniel said.

"Indeed."

Oh…

*****​

Marks from an ornamental collar? Samantha Carter was not an expert on Goa'uld fashion. She was a physicist, not an anthropologist. But Sha're had years of experience living as a host, and Teal'c had spent decades in Apophis's service. She trusted them.

"If this fleet is under a System Lord's command, and if Apophis has a spy at their court, then She-Ra being allied with First Fleet will have revealed our ruse about the Horde fighting Earth," Hordak said.

"If Apophis had spies who knew about the Horde fleet here, I think we would have heard about it already - it's a threat he wouldn't ignore, and he would inform the other System Lords about it," Catra retorted.

"Of course, the clones here following a Goa'uld is merely a hypothesis. There are other possible explanations for those marks," Daniel said. "And many cultures had similar ornamental collars."

Sam could tell that he did believe Sha're's guess - and Teal'c's - was correct, though. She did as well.

As did the General. He nodded. "If those clones are working for the snakes, then having our ruse revealed is the least of our problems…"

Sam nodded. Goa'uld with access to Horde technology were a much more dangerous enemy. Combined with the resources of their Empire…

"We don't know that," Daniel repeated himself. "Even if the Commander has been wearing an Usekh, it doesn't mean he's following a Goa'uld - he could have looted such a collar and worn it as a trophy."

"He was trying to hide it from us, though," the General pointed out.

"He had no information about us. If First Fleet had stayed true to Horde Prime's ideal, wearing such clothes could be seen as corruption by them," Daniel said.

"Horde Prime definitely wouldn't have tolerated that amongst his clones," Hordak said. "He had clones disposed of for much smaller divergences from his chosen template."

He knew from personal experience, Sam reminded herself.

"At least we know he's not a host. We do know that, right?" The General looked at her.

"Clones, like the Asgard from which they are descended, reject the symbionts," Sam confirmed. "Trying to possess one would be fatal over time."

"And he has no mark on his forehead," the General went on. "So, he's not a First Prime."

"He might not have yet served loyally long enough to have earned that reward," Teal'c said.

Sam knew that that didn't mean the Commander wasn't as fanatically loyal, though. Priest and his followers were the best example. And new converts were, usually, more fanatical than older members of a religion.

"If the fleet's serving a System Lord, it would explain why they're looting and salvaging Goa'uld resources and ships," Catra said. "They would have Jaffa serving him who can use the loot."

"Yes." Sha're nodded. "And turning a Horde Fleet on their rival System Lords would allow them to hide their actions and avoid retribution. They might even plan to use this 'threat' to form an alliance with their rivals only to betray them at the most opportune moment."

"But who could be doing this?" Glimmer asked. "It can't be Apophis or he would have sent the Horde against his rivals - and against us."

"Every System Lord would do this if they could," Sha're said. "And any of their underlings would defect in a heartbeat and try to take over themselves if they managed to take over a Horde Fleet."

"They would have become one of the most powerful Goa'uld at once," Teal'c said. "Though they would also drive the others to unite against them, should they be exposed."

Adora shook her head. "If they're following a Goa'uld System in the first place - we don't know that for sure."

"I think we can safely dismiss the claim that they're fighting the snakes because they hate such leaders," the General said. "The Commander was far too shifty to be an idealist."

"The other clones might be, though. It wouldn't be the first time that a leader is manipulating their followers by using their beliefs and claiming to share them," Daniel retorted.

"The False Gods have been using that ploy for thousands of years," Teal'c said. "Although they would not tolerate such cynicism from their warriors."

"They do expect it from the Goa'uld serving them," Sha're retorted.

"And some of the snakes might buy into their own lies," the General commented. "They're certainly arrogant enough to think they're gods."

"Can we convert them?" Bow asked. "Like Priest converted?"

Adora looked torn, Sam noted. But others nodded.

"Seeing She-Ra's power would impress anyone," Glimmer said. "We know some of the most loyal Jaffa have converted after seeing her."

"And after fighting her," Catra added.

"It is worth a try," Hordak agreed. "Unlike the Goa'uld, Adora does not need to fake her powers with technology. Nor does she rely on blind faith without any supporting evidence like Earth religions."

That wasn't entirely correct, as far as Sam understood things - she hadn't done any actual research into the matter, but the reports of spirits manifesting on Earth following the return of magic had an influence on religions that worshipped such spirits. Like Shinto. Though Daniel expected at least some established religions, even monotheistic ones, to adapt their dogma as well, or so he had said a bit ago.

But this wasn't the time to discuss religion. Not that she wanted to discuss religion at any time if she could help it.

Glimmer nodded. "Should we call in Priest then? He can use the Stargate to join us."

"We need reinforcements as well. First Fleet is the closest, but we probably can't stall long enough for them to reach us before the demonstration," Catra said, frowning at Adora. "So, we also need to plan how to handle the Commander betraying us."

She seemed quite sure that such an attempt would be made, Sam noted. And she wasn't the only one. The General and Hordak agreed as well.

And Sam couldn't disagree. Not with the information they had.

*****​

Outside PT-9497 System, May 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

Catra had to hand it to the Commander (whom she really had to give a nickname or something; "Commander" sounded far too pretentious to her): He had picked this system well. It was close enough to reach it in a few hours in a Horde ship, but further away from former Horde space than the system in which they made contact. That meant the rest of First Fleet couldn't reach them in time for the 'demonstration'.

Not only that, but, as their scanners and spreading spy bots showed, the other fleet had had additional forces close enough to reach the system, which meant the task force was now even more outnumbered. Worse, those reinforcements were trying to hide, staying out of range of the standard sensors of the Horde frigates.

"This is a trap," she said, pointing at the holoprojection on the bridge that showed the system and the surrounding space, including the two Horde flotillas in question.

"We don't know that," Adora retorted. "The Commander could have called them as reinforcements in case we ambushed them." Catra cocked her head and raised her eyebrows at her idiot of a lover, and Adora flushed before raising her chin a little in that endearing stubborn way of hers. "It's a possibility. We would do the same and we don't plan to betray them."

Catra snorted. "I've been planning various preemptive strikes ever since we've set out for this system." She hadn't managed to come up with any that she liked, though - and those reinforcements had rendered all plans with halfway decent chances of success obsolete.

"I know," Adora replied. "But you weren't planning to betray them from the start. This is just a contingency if they betray us."

"Well, it sure looks like they want to ambush us," Jack commented.

"They're staying back, though - they're not moving to encircle us, for example," Daniel objected.

"Those two forces could reach us in minutes through hyperspace," Catra pointed out. "If they want to encircle us, they can exit hyperspace behind us." Of course, they would have to plot their course when they were still minutes away, which meant they could only drop from hyperspace in close range if their targets were stationary or at least in predictable orbits. Or fixed in place by the force meeting them openly.

And the latter tactic was quite difficult to pull off in a battle, especially if your enemy just wanted to get away and was ready to sacrifice a rear guard to hold your forces while the rest escaped. Which meant that Catra was pretty confident that the Commander was planning an ambush without warning. They could spoil that by keeping their task force moving around the system in random order, but that would tip him off that they knew or at least suspected his treachery.

She shrugged. "So, do we want to bait him into attacking us by staying stationary, or do we tell him we know what he's planning by staying on the move while we're in the system?"

Jack snorted. "If we had the entire First Fleet here, I'd say bait him into dropping the facade and attacking us, then turn the tables on him and counter-ambush them."

"That would put everyone in the task force at risk," Adora protested.

"They'd still be safer than we will be on the planet's surface," Catra pointed out. "Even with a stealth shuttle." If the other fleet could move enough frigates to start a saturation bombardment, things would get tricky. Even stealth shuttles could be hit by firing blindly.

Her lover frowned at her, and Catra flashed her fangs in return. Did Adora think she would let her go down on the planet by herself?

"I doubt they will attack, if they're planning to turn on us in the first place, before Adora has demonstrated her powers," Daniel said. "They want to know what they are facing."

"They could also just want to decapitate our forces," Catra retorted, clenching her teeth. She'd rather not bet Adora's life on the Commander wanting more intel.

Sha're shook her head. "If they are serving a System Lord, they will want to know more about Adora's power - as much as possible, actually, since they will want to know if they can take it for themselves. They won't risk losing out on such a prize by striking too soon and killing her."

That did sound exactly how the snakes thought. Catra could see whoever took over a Horde fleet trying to gain more power from their enemies. Of course, that just made it less likely that the Commander would play it first and try to kill them right away, not impossible. And once the demonstration was finished…

"But once they know it's magic, they will know they cannot take it for themselves," Glimmer pointed out.

Catra nodded. "And they will try to kill us to deny this to anyone else."

"And to stop us from using it against them," Hordak added.

"Only those of them who reject the evidence of their own eyes - and sensors - and deny Her Divine Might," Priest spoke up. "As in the past, Her Holy Deeds will enlighten even Her enemies and show them a better way."

Judging by the way Adora flinched, she regretted calling Priest to join them through the Stargate on the flagship. But it was good to have Priest here - he brought a different perspective.

"As nice as it would be to have the entire enemy fleet convert to worshipping She-Ra, I don't think we can count on that," Jack said. "It never worked so far."

"Many converted to Her faith after seeing the truth of Her Divine power, wisdom and mercy themselves," Priest retorted. "That others remain blind and determined to fight the truth does not change that."

"Despite a number of deserters, and likely more who keep their change of allegiance secret, the bulk of Apophis's warriors remain loyal to the false god," Teal'c said. "It would be reckless to expect otherwise here."

Catra nodded. Adora changing a planet with her magic might impress the clones, but enough to change allegiance? She doubted that. Most Jaffa they knew to have converted had experienced a much more personal encounter with Adora's power, having fought her and then were healed by her.

No, she was quite sure they couldn't count on that to win the day here. They would have to win using their wits and guts, as Jack would put it.

And time was running short - the Commander expected them to enter the system now.

Fortunately, Catra had some ideas ready.

*****​

Orbit above PT-9497, May 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

Having his own stealth shuttle had a number of perks. One of them being the most experienced stealth shuttle pilot in the task force, which meant Jack O'Neill was a shoo-in for the 'contingency mission' everyone but the most optimist worshipper of Her Divine Highness She-Ra knew would be necessary to counter the Commander's imminent betrayal.

Well, even if he weren't the best choice as pilot, he would have been on the shuttle anyway - since SG-1 was kind of famous, or infamous, amongst the snakes, they couldn't go down to the surface with Adora and the others, and staying back on the bridge of the task force's flagship wasn't Jack's thing - he was Special Ops, not Navy. And any advice he might be able to give to Hordak he could as well do over the communicator.

An argument that had the drawback of also applying to Daniel and Sha're, who were on the shuttle as well, together with Carter and Teal'c, but you couldn't win them all. Besides, it wouldn't feel right to go on dangerous missions to foil the plans of evil aliens without his best friends at his back.

And speaking of friends… He pushed the button of the intercom. "Hello everyone! This is your pilot speaking. After sneaking into this system, we've arrived at our destination and entered a holding pattern. So far, we haven't been cleared to land, so please be patient and ready to disembark on short notice."

"Jack…" Daniel complained from behind him, but he heard Sha're giggle, once, and Carter would likely be hiding a smile as well.

Time to double down! "Please check the entertainment system for the local news!"

"The delegation hasn't landed yet, sir," Carter reported.

He could see that on his screen - the shuttle, a regular model, carrying Adora, Glimmer and Bow down to the surface was still approaching the planet, and the First Fleet's task force had taken a formation in high orbit that should discourage a surprise attack by enemies dropping in from hyperspace - the odds of hitting the planet when coming out of hyperspace were a bit too high. Not that it would be a surprise, anyway; they had eyes on the enemy flotillas outside the system and would be alerted at once should they start to move.

"I should be on the shuttle," Catra complained from the rear.

"Sorry, catwomen are a bit too distinctive," Jack told her, turning to grin over his shoulder.

"So's She-Ra. Everyone saw her on Saqqara," Catra retorted.

"But she's already known." Jack shrugged. In hindsight, they shouldn't have revealed Adora like that. Jaffa were worshipping She-Ra, which meant news of her was spreading alongside her faith among Apophis's warriors and slaves. Any spy could hear about her. But Adora hadn't wanted to use a fake name. Honesty and all.

Still, that didn't mean they had to reveal Catra as well. She had been a bit more noticeable during the covert part of the mission on Saqqara, when they had been passing themselves off as a delegation bringing tribute - including her. An unknown alien species? That had been noticed, and the guards and servants at Apophis's Stargate and palace hadn't been distracted by a fight for their survival at the time either. "Athletic blonde women are not that uncommon." Athletic blonde women who could do magic, on the other hand… well, that ship had sailed already.

"Yes! Athletic blonde women are very common on Earth, as our data indicates! Even more common than their genes' spread amongst your population would indicate, actually!" Entrapta chimed in. "And Glimmer can only teleport two people with her."

"I should have taken Bow's place," Catra hissed.

She could have, but Bow was the more experienced pilot. And he was a Techmaster, which Jack knew from long experience could come in very handy when things went sideways in unexpected ways, which they tended to do, in Jack's experience.

Not that he would say that out loud and trigger another argument - Catra was already too worried about Adora and the others. A sentiment Jack shared. The clone was going to stab them in the back; Jack's gut told him so, and every piece of intel they got confirmed it. The question was just when. Smart money was on 'after Adora's demonstration', but it was by no means certain. The Commander might also be waiting until she was in the middle of her demonstration, to attack while she was distracted.

Then again, attacking She-Ra in the middle of releasing a planet's worth of magic? There were far easier ways to commit suicide in Jack's experience. Hell, he was almost hoping the Commander would do that - he was curious if the clone frigates would end up as space plants in orbit.

"A shuttle has just left the other fleet's formation and is headed down to the planet's surface," Carter reported. "Scans do not show any explosives on board."

"Any bets that the Commander isn't on it?" Jack asked.

"That's a sucker's bet," Catra replied. "He'll send some expendable clones."

"The other fleet isn't in a position to conduct an orbital bombardment of the meeting place," Carter said.

"They're just a short flight away, though," Entrapta commented.

On the screen, Jack could see that their own shuttle had touched down. A few more minutes, now.

He checked the enemy fleet. They were holding their positions opposite the task force. And the enemy shuttle was still on course. If the clones planned to crash it into Adora's shuttle, they would have to act now to hit it with enough force…

But the shuttle continued to brake, touching down about a hundred metres away from Adora's.

Jack nodded. "Showtime."

*****​

PT-9497, May 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

Adora watched the Horde shuttle's ramp come down and straightened. Time to impress them and avoid a fight.

"Here they come," Glimmer commented from the shuttle where she was watching with Bow, as two clones disembarked, followed by four bots. All of them started walking toward Adora, throwing up dust with every step - the planet was mostly barren, with only primitive plants growing in spots.

"Based on the mass of the shuttle our scanners show, that only leaves the two crew inside," Bow added over the communicator. "Unless they've altered the shuttle to reduce its mass to hide more people inside it. But that's a standard model, designed by Horde Prime himself, made for his clones and bots with minimal accommodations. To reduce its mass significantly would have taken a lot of effort."

And Adora didn't think the clones would go that far just to hide a few more of their number. Not that it mattered.

"Thanks, Bow," Glimmer said. She sounded tense and impatient. "More importantly, is the Commander amongst them?"

"No," Adora replied.

"No," Bow confirmed a moment later.

"How can you tell without a scan? They all look alike," Glimmer asked. "They haven't customised their appearance like our clones."

"The way they move," Adora told her. And a gut feeling - she had been raised in the Horde, after all, which had been very big on having their soldiers look alike as much as possible, down to uniforms that hid as much of them as they could. And she had spent a lot of time with the clones after Horde Prime's death. Probably a bit too much, in hindsight.

"Hello," she called out, smiling, as the clones reached them. "Welcome."

The clones nodded at her in return, then stared at the shuttle behind her. The cockpit windows were polarised, so they wouldn't be able to see Adora's friends inside. Of course, if whoever was behind this fleet had access to Apophis's intel from Saqqara, that wouldn't help too much, but at least it couldn't harm. And Apophis had gone to great lengths to suppress knowledge of his humiliation there.

"So, who are you?" she asked.

The clones turned to stare at her. "We represent the Commander of the Horde," one of them said.

Adora was feeling a little annoyed at the implied claim, but she couldn't blame them for it; they didn't seem to have grown past their conditioning yet, unlike the clones in the Alliance. It seemed only the Commander had. "So, you're here to watch me demonstrate my power," she went on.

The clones nodded in unison, and Adora couldn't help remembering her first encounter with Horde Prime. All the clones, moving like parts of a machine, tools to be manipulated… Not if I can help it, she thought. And she would.

"So, watch. And don't worry - no matter how it looks, you're safe."

She took a step to the side and raised her sword. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused on her power. She-Ra's magic. She felt the familiar pattern around her, barely restraining the planet's magic. She connected her own power to it, opened herself to the magic, and clenched her teeth as the magic rushed into her. As often as she had done this, it was still a struggle to hold it together, contain the magic, keep it from lashing out even as it felt as if she was about to burst herself, caught between the magic of this world and the pattern holding it back, trying to funnel it towards herself.

She slashed her blade down, cutting the pattern, and the magic was released in a blaze.

She opened her eyes and turned, looking at the clones, at the shuttles, at her friends, at the world, and channelled the magic into the world. Into the tiny plants and animals struggling to survive, into the water full of metals and other pollution, into the air dusty from smoke.

And she felt the world change as magic cleaned it and filled it with new life. New plants sprouting all over, growing rapidly, animals changing, spreading, evolving. Life changing from what was into what could have been. What would be, now.

The magic kept coming, wave after wave, changing the world. Finally, she felt the pressure vanish, stabilise, and shuddered as she lowered her sword.

The landscape around them had changed. No longer a practically barren, dusty plains, it was now a lush mix of forests and fields. She could hear birds sing and insects buzz around.

And she saw the clones gape at her, shocked and shivering.

"This is my power," she told them.

"This is… this" one of them stammered, rubbing his arms.

"Not even Horde Prime could have done this!" the other exclaimed. "The whole world changed! You made it come alive!"

She nodded. "I told you the world wouldn't suffer. Quite the contrary."

"This… this changes things," the first said. "We have to tell the others."

"Yes." Adora smiled. It was working. They could avoid…

Before she could finish the thought, the bots jerked and raised their weapons. Adora changed her sword into a shield out of reflex, ready to block the blasts - but the bots shot the clones.

*****​

Orbit above PT-9497, May 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

"Shots fired!" Samantha Carter announced.

"The enemy fleet is moving!" the General snapped.

Her eyes darted from the screen showing the magitech scanner's focus on the area on the planet's surface where Adora and the others were to the holographic display showing the planet's orbits and back. The General had the con. She trusted him and focused on the scene on the ground. This was the betrayal they had expected, So… Oh!

"The enemy bots shot the enemy clones," she told the others. "She-Ra has destroyed them in return."

"Bugout is a go, I repeat, Bugout is a go!" the General announced. "The enemy ships are moving into bombardment range. Get the hell out of there!"

Sam clenched her teeth and watched Adora check the clones before sprinting back to the shuttle. Even if the clones were still alive, they couldn't save them!

"Shuttle's taking off," she reported, then glanced up to check the enemy fleet.

"Horde flotillas outside the system have entered hyperspace," Entrapta said.

As expected, Sam thought.

"Noted." Hordak sounded calm and collected on the comm. "Moving to support Bugout."

Sam barely noticed the view through the windows changing as the General changed course and dove down into the atmosphere. Instead, she was focused on the shuttle's course below them. The first frigates were now coming within range of the task force as they tried to intercept the shuttle carrying Adora, Glimmer and Bow.

"Adora!" Catra snapped. "Get out now!"

The enemy frigates opened up, their fire split between the task force's vanguard and the shuttle climbing up.

A moment later, she heard a faint pop and sparkles briefly lit up the shuttle's interior behind her. Glimmer had teleported in.

"Adora! You idiot!" Catra exclaimed.

"Hey! We were fine!"

And on Sam's screen, the shuttle blew up as several beams struck it.

"Bugout complete," the General snapped. "Leaving atmosphere again."

"Understood," Hordak confirmed. "Withdrawing."

Sam looked at the holoprojection and saw the task force's formation split up as the ships changed course and accelerated, no longer flying directly at the enemy, but enveloping them as they sped past - a very dangerous manoeuvre as the enemy dense formation plunged directly into the former centre of the task force's. And at that close range, the fire would be murderous - already, Sam saw several ships on both sides getting hit, their shields flaring and failing.

But the Commander's fleet wasn't reacting quickly enough - the ships which had fired at the shuttle had fallen back and overcompensated, messing up the enemy formation. And they seemed to have trouble focusing their fire, Sam realised - unlike First Fleet's ships. By the time the enemy had restored their rough wedge formation, First Fleet's ships had savaged their outer flanks and were past them, reforming into a defensive formation while staying their course. Sam hadn't recorded any total loss on their side while one enemy frigate had blown up and another had lost all power.

More importantly, the enemy now had to either turn around while maintaining formation, which would slow them down considerably, or execute a much more complex manoeuvre where every ship turned individually and took a different place in a reformed formation.

They tried the latter despite multiple ships having suffered damage, and the slightly ragged formation was torn up completely. Two ships even collided, and more had near-misses that led to frantic course changes, which disrupted the formation even more.

"Reverse course and attack."

Hordak took advantage of it at once. The task force's ships all cut their engines, turned a hundred and eight degrees without changing their course, and then redlined their engines to quickly reverse their course - driving at the disrupted enemy fleet at an angle that cut straight through their right wing.

They were in close range before the enemy could reform, and their focused fire claimed half a dozen already damaged ships without suffering any total losses themselves before the fleet separated again.

"According to the spy bots' data, the reinforcements for the Horde will arrive in a minute, Hordak," Entrapta reported. "If our estimates are correct, which I think they are."

"Noted."

Thirty seconds later, while the enemy fleet was still rearranging their tattered formation, the task force entered hyperspace.

"Are you picking up any beacons from escape pods on our side?" the General asked.

The task force had not suffered any total loss, but Sam checked the sensor's results again before answering: "No, sir."

"Check for enemy survivors!" the General ordered.

"Enemy flotillas dropping out of hyperspace! Aw, we didn't get their positions right!" Entrapta sounded disappointed.

While the scanner searched for survivors amongst the enemy wrecks, Sam quickly verified the positions of the reinforcements herself. They were further out than expected. And quite a bit off from the ideal positions they had calculated. Either they had overestimated the enemy - or the Commander had been a bit too confident and anticipated their response.

Either way, the new arrivals were no concern. "Tracking life signs in the closest wreck, sir," Sam said. That was the enemy ship that had lost all power in the first exchange. And it was the furthest from any enemy formation.

"Good. Let's see if we can get a prisoner before we leave." The General grinned. "Might as well save something from this, right?"

The safe course of action would be to leave the system as quickly as possible and then arrange a pickup outside with the task force, but Sam nodded. They needed more information about this fleet.

So, while the General moved the shuttle towards the enemy hulk, Sam and the others suited up and prepared to board the drifting frigate.

*****​

PT-9497 System, May 2nd, 2000 (Earth Time)

"We don't have much time - two frigates are headed this way already. So, get in, grab someone and get out again!"

Catra snorted at Jack's comment. As if they wanted to stay any longer than needed in the enemy wreck. Adora had already risked her life doing that stupid stunt - and then doubled down and tried to save the lives of two enemies at the risk of her own! - there was no way Catra would let her risk her life pointlessly again!

"Docking."

She flexed her claws as she heard the sound of metal touching metal and felt the floor rock a little as the shuttle locked onto the frigate's hull.

"Opening!" Entrapta announced, and the door slid past, revealing the slightly scorched airlock of a Horde frigate.

Entrapta and Sam started working on the door controls at once, and half a minute later - far too long, in Catra's opinion! - the airlock opened.

She was the first through, followed by Adora, Glimmer and Bow. The airlock closed behind them, then air filled - the frigate had lost main power, but emergency systems were still working.

As soon as the inner door opened, she dashed through, glancing left and right. The engine room would be to the left, and any damage control parties would be there, restoring the ship's power was the priority. Maybe…

Her ears twitched, and she grinned. "Someone's in the compartment next to us!"

A few swipes of her claws cut a hole in the wall in front of her, revealing a startled clone. Before he could react, Adora hat hit him over the head with the flat of her sword and knocked him out.

"Done. Returning!" Catra reported over the communicator.

Half a minute later, they were back in the shuttle.

"And we're leaving! Company's coming!" Jack announced as the shuttle undocked.

Catra was about to say something about an easy job when she heard a gasp. Turning, she saw that Sha're was kneeling next to the prisoner, holding up a small golden amulet that the clone must have been wearing under his uniform. It looked kind of familiar - definitely snake style - but she couldn't place it just…

"Ba'al," Sha're spat.

Oh. That one. Catra grimaced.

*****​
 

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