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Author's Notes: First off, I want to thank you all for your reviews. The encouraging support is overwhelming, I didn't even dare to have hope for 2 or 3 reviews, let alone almost 20! I really appreciate it! Now to answer a few in particular:

iris3: Well, you're in for a surprise evil smile. The Humans might be superior in most respects, but did you really think that they would just wipe the PK's asses (and Nebari and Scarran) and everything would be just peachy afterwards? There'll be a lot of surprises coming up, if I can help it.

andrewjameswilliams: That was my intention. I envision the Humans in my tale are in some ways above what the Tollen were in the Stargate series, and in some ways below what they were. I might let 'em have a few phase-shifting devices or some other nifty little prototype trinkets though. I'm trying to create a few funny scenes as well, to broaden my scope of writing.

Cal: Well, if you are available?

Bolo: Humans might have better tech, but they'll never blindly put all their cards in their technology. They haven't forgotten the Asgard. And, the Tollen ofcourse. Also, besides the planets already colonized with Humans by the Goa'uld, Earth has set up quite a few colonies of themselves, with the same level of development as Earth, obviously. They're not exploring and patrolling space for nothing, you know. ;) Oh, by the way, there will be 2 main sidearms in this story. One wich is an energy-type weapon, somewhat like a Zat. Humanbuilt. In use by most officers. The other one, larger, will be used when troops are deployed or by security officers onboard. It can fire energypulses, like a zat, for stunning, killing or disintegrating, but it can also fire Tritanium-tipped bullets (a leftover from the Goa'uld war - they needed to get through those personal shields of theirs). Also, a phaseshift beam emitter is on the top, sort of like a TER, only better, since it can be adjusted, and every phase can be checked.

Albertg: Ehh.. Now. ;)

Again, thank you very much, all of you, with your reviews. The reason I haven't updated much lately, was because of time-constraints first and foremost. I've got a lot of things going on in my life right now, it's the most stressfull period ever, so the update schedule will be very erratic, before straightening out again. Also, I've been designing weapon-designs, ship designs and uniform designs. Some will probably be presented when I post the next chapter. Thank you very much for being patient with this. Though it might not be soon, this tale will be fully written, and I certainly do not want to rush any part. No matter how long it takes.

I'll end the Author's Notes with this: If there's anyone who has MSN Messenger, is online often ánd is willing to beta-read for me, then please, contact me! Also, the emotional level will improve. It's just that since this is my first fic, it's hard to write something that isn't a bit detached. But I'll get it, eventually! For now, Enjoy!

PS: Chapters One through Three have been slightly revised. Some very minor dialogue changes. There's one big change though: I see all episodes in a non-chronological order, so I didn't know John hadn't blown up Katratzi by the time of Unrealized Realities. That glaring error has now been fixed.

Oh, one more thing: I don't know the American rating system that well, but there is some graphic sexual violence in the first part of this chapter. So here's a WARNING: Don't read the first part if you're easily offended!!

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Officer Seyk, a particular text-book model type of Peacekeeper officer, sat in the front seat of his Prowler. His regiment was sent ahead from the Command Carrier to secure the system before the Carrier would enter, so they fanned out. He was scanning the ships in the system, when one of them caught his attention. The computer identified the humanoids on that vessel to be of 'Unclassified' origin. He made sure to get that information to his superiors, that would certainly earn him a promotion! It's fortunate that he made sure that his little stunt a weeken ago wasn't noticed by his superiors, otherwise he would be transferred to some garbage scow already. He was thinking back a moment, thinking back to a weeken ago, revelling in the power he felt then.

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High Command's sources told that the inferior Human animal had been spotted here, on this commerce planet, so he and the other members of his squadron were sent out to investigate. The carrier would arrive a few arns later. He was strolling the planet, when he suddenly realized that he hadn't recreated in 2 monens! So, true to his nature, he decided to recreate. He convinced his team members to join, and together they went to one of the local brothels.

"I want an animal to recreate with. NOW!" Seyk shouted, when he stepped through the remains of what used to be the main entrance. The guy that runned the place, a stinking Kelorian, was quite afraid of the Peacekeepers.

"Y..yes, ofcourse, I will get my girls so you can choose."

"Do it FAST or I'll lose my temper!"

To make his point, he raised his pulse pistol and aimed right between the eyes of the Kelorian. His eyes widened seeing a weapon trained on him.

"Y.. y..yes!"

A short time later, all his 'girls' were standing in the middle of the hall, in one long row.

Seyk walked over, manhandled some of them, to get a feel.

"You've got quite nice breasts, animal", he said, while he ripped the half-translucent top of one of the girls, fondling her breasts. He touched a few more and then stopped.

"I'll take this one."

Well, needless to say, there was no way he could let anyone know of this. If his superiors ever saw him recreating with something other then Sebecean, he would be branded irreversably contaminated and sentenced to the Living Death. Something he, obviously, did not want. So, he took the only option left to him, and that was murder. Though he did not think of it thay way, ofcourse. He was still a Peacekeeper after all, and murdering someone from a clearly inferior spiecies is justified. It was cleansing the universe of an inferior animals, not murder of an intelligent being, ofcourse.

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As they had intercourse, and he was ready to orgasm, he bit off one of her nipples and spit it in her face. At first, she was horrified. Her eyes bulged out of her skull, she could not comprehend what had just happened. All rational thoughts fleed her head. There was no pain, at first. Her nerves were dumbed by the shock. But then she overcame that shock, maybe it was not for the better, for he bit off her other nipple. And she screamed. Oh how she screamed.

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Somewhere, in the dark recesses of his mind, a voice told him to stop. He did not adhere to that voice, for he was many things, but a treasonous PK he was not.

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She -it, he reminded himself- screamed her lungs dry. Every hair on his body stood upright by the piercing scream but he did not take notice. He spit out the nipple, her breasts were bleeding. Blood dripped on the ground, a look of fear in her eyes. And he enjoyed it, immensely. His eyes became bloodshot, he let out a deep roar as he plunged on with his barbaricness, his madness.

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He released his sperm. And as he did, he took out his boot knive and stabbed her in the stomach area. Blood flowed, and every bit of conciousness crept away in a corner of his mind, for his basic, programmed, instincts took over.

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He cut her open from her abdomen right up to her neck. Her voice had long gone by then, but her eyes did not leave sight of him. She screamed in silence as her life was ripped away from her in one of the most brutal ways possible.

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After he was done, he cleaned his nife with a clean patch of her shirt, putting it back in his boot. It was, afterall, fitting, he thought, that an extension of her would clean the filth of his knive that she had inflicted upon it. And, it was fitting that an animal, particularly one who did not keep her species' bloodlines clean by only procreating with her own species, would be removed from the face of the universe. So he had killed her. And every other animal in that brothel. Some, he just killed with a pulse blast. Others, he sliced some arteries open. His colleages joined in. And his superiors never found out, though they wouldn't judge his killing if they did. The brothel was full of inferior virmin, after all.

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Back to the present. He scanned the vessel, and decided that he could not take it on with his regiment. Too many weapons on it. He wondered for a moment, how could inferiors get a vessel with so much weapons? On the other hand, the Nebari could too. So, the decision made to inform his superiors, he banked his Prowler, put the throttle on full and flew back to his Carrier.

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"Sir? A Peacekeeper.. Prowler? ..has just turned around and opened a comm channel to the Peacekeeper Carrier on the edge of the system", an officer commented.

"Did they see us?"

"No, sir. They only scanned the Pollux. They didn't see the Castor either, sir."

"Well, good. Are you sure the transmission will be undetectable?"

"What we've seen of their sensors, sir, they'll probably be able to detect the piggyback after a minute or so. I suggest aborting the transmission if it takes longer then that. Other then that, we're ready, sir."

"Good, good."

"The carrier is moving, sir, towards us."

"Good. Tactical officer, when I give the signal..."

"I know, sir."

"Allright."

When he was barely finished with that word, the Ops officer on duty spoke up:

"Sir, incoming communication from the Carrier to the Pollux."

"Let's have it."

The Ops officer manipulated a few controls, touched a few buttons and the viewscreen replaced the view of stars with the image of another bridge, this one from a Peacekeeper Command Carrier. The commanding officer on that vessel spoke, hostility and arrogance almost tangible, even through the comm link:

"Unidentified vessel. State your business in Peacekeeper space."

The arrogance flowed from the viewscreen in waves, and Hawk didn't like it one bit. He stood up, took a few steps towards the viewscreen, and replied:

"I'm Captain Hawk of the Earth Force Battlecruiser Prometheus. We're here on a mission of peace. Maybe we could open trade relations between our peoples, Captain.. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

The last bit was said with an overly soothing, diplomatic tone.

"My name is Captain Tyk of the Peacekeeper Carrier Lakra. You will power down your vessel and prepare to be boarded."

Though one could not see it on his face, nor hear it in his tone, Hawk was positively incredulous. The nerve of this Captain to assume that he would power down his vessel, just like that! And the fact that every sign pointed to the conclusion that the Peacekeeper Captain fully believed that he would! The arrogance!

"Captain, I'm sure we can work this out somehow. There is no need for hostilities."

"Let me repeat this for you, inferior animal. You will power down your vessel and prepare to be boarded, and you will all recieve a painless and quick death."

Everybody knew, from Intelligence files and Commander Crichton, that no such thing was forthcoming or even possible should Hawk agree. The fact that Captain Tyk said it nonetheless gave a lot away. The PK Captain continued:

"If you will not comply, we will forcefully take every being on your vessel in our custody and your vessel will be destroyed!"

Captain Hawk has just about had it. His jawline set, his eyes boring through the viewscreen, he replied:

"I will do no such thing. And, I do not respond well to threats. Please, reconsider, and we can both leave this system without harm."

At that, the Peacekeeper Carrier cut the commlink, and prowlers spat forth from it's docking bays.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that can be interpreted as a hostile action. It seems you were right, Commander Crichton, not that I doubted it. Apparent from the number of fighters they are launching, they plan to overrun the Pollux with superior numbers. Well, we won't let them."

While he was talking he sat back in his chair and adressed his Tactical Officer:

"Decloak and put the Prommy on Phase Red, but don't fire yet: let them take the first shot. Tell our escorts to do the same."

The Tactical Officer nodded. Hawk then manipulated a few controls on the 2 small consoles at the sides of his chair, and spoke up:

"Phase Red: All crew to battlestations. This is not a drill. Repeat: Phase Red: All crew to battlestations."

Out in space, there's the Pollux with a planetary backdrop. Somewhat distant, a huge, black PK Carrier approaches, Prowlers spewing forth from it's launch bays, forming an attack vector. Besides the Pollux, the Castor decloaks. And between them the just as huge Prometheus. Hesistation on the faces of the Prowler pilots is almost visible by their flight-manouvres, but it was only fleeting. The Prommy launched it's own fighters. There was no turning back now.

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...Whiteness...

"Everything is going according to plan."

"Is it?"

"It appears so."

"Appearances can be decieving."

"That they can."

"Look."

"More distortions have appeared."

"We should attempt to rectify them."

"Why should we?"

"The plan is not being followed."

"It never is."

"The more distortions we correct-"

"-The more light there will be."

"Yes."

"Darkness is important also."

"True. The polarity must be kept."

"Then why should we interfere?"

"For we are not the only ones. Look."

"You are correct."

"This is why we should interfere."

"We have not interfered for millenia."

"Rogue elements have."

"We are not those rogue elements."

"Are they so wrong?"

"They are."

"They have changed the universe."

"That is precisely why they have descended."

"Should we not attempt to change it back?"

"We should not."

"Why?"

"Balance will never be achieved regardless of our interference."

"And?"

"We could end up making matters worse."

"We might make them better."

"There is only a small chance of positive change."

"Yet a chance exists."

"Does that justify interfering?"

"It does."

"Look at the events that led to these rules."

"Those do not apply here."

"That is true."

"That is why we must interfere."

"There is risk of making things worse."

"Without risk there is no success."

"An old Human adage."

"But true nonetheless."

"You make a compelling argument."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You are easily convinced."

"That was not the case when you wanted to topple that galaxy with all those fish."

"It was never toppled."

"Only because you didn't dare topple it yourself."

"You are right."

"Ofcourse."

"Let us take a closer look."

"A wonderful idea."

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"Pilot! What the hezmana's going on!"

Rygel the Sixteenth, Ex-Dominar of over 600 billion subjects, was floating through Moya's corridors, with his throneslet, at the best possible speed. Everyone was up in command, as far as he knew, and he was left out. As ususal. Those yotzes didn't even appreciate his presence! Oh how they would rue the day when he was back on his rightful throne! Not that he would harm them, ofcourse, he had begun to care about them. He wouldn't ever openly admit to such a thing. But still, they could have a little more respect, as befitted a Dominar, especially one of his stance! Much more respect!

"Dominar, we are currently entering a gas giant."

"And why the frell would we do such a thing, you yotz! Turn us around at once! I need to go to a commerce planet!"

"Dominar Rygel. There's currently a Peacekeeper Command Carrier entering the system. If we do not hide, Moya will most certainly die. And I need not remind you that YOU would die with the rest of us."

"I don't give a yotz! Starburst away, now! Pilot!"

At that moment, he entered Command Deck. Stark was already there, sulking in a corner, mumbling something about 'no, yes, no, yes'. Noranti was tending to him and Chiana was turning around from the viewscreen. She evidently heard him, for she made a distinctive facial expression wich, if Rygel ever bothered to pay some attention to those, told him to get away from that area, and fast. But ofcourse, since he was a Dominar, and everyone should respect, obey and even idolize him, the thought of someone wanting him not in his or her presence didn't even come to his attention. Well, it did, fleetingly. But only due to the terrors he endured on the Zelbinion, and he wasn't about to think about those memories again. So he pushed them away. Chiana, on the other hand, had no such scrupules and had, at the moment, little patience regarding a small, smelly and utterly arrogant Hynerian who was complaining too much for his own good. So, she did the only thing she could. She burned off his eyebrows. Well, that was the action she was contemplating. But, common sense overtook her, and she snarled at him.

"Rygel, we don't have time for your complaints! D'Argo and Aeryn are with Crichton on that vessel, and if we Starburst now we will lose them!"

"Well, for the better! We can have their possessions!"

"Rygel, if you don't shut your little mouth right now you will wish you did!"

"But-"

"RYGEL!"

"Allright." He brabbled some Hynerian swearwords wich the microbes couldn't translate. Chiana didn't care though, all she cared about were her friends who were on that Human vessel.. wich was about to be attacked by a Command Carrier!

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One moment, John was still where he was supposed to be, standing on the Bridge of the Prometheus, rubbing his arm (because of a rash he had developed when planetside recently and didn't bother to tell one of the shipboard doctors about), when suddenly a bright flash appeared. On instinct he shielded his eyes. Crichton shook his head, trying to get his senses to reactivate. He tried to identify his surroundings, but came up inconclusive. There was a lot of whiteness though. Only whiteness, as a matter of fact. The first conclusion Chrichton would draw was:

"On no, no no no, not this again! It's the second frelling time! Where's the iceberg, huh? C'mon Einstein, show yourself!"

Chrichton turned around, not that it was any good in a completely white enviroment without any visual pointers. A figure appeared. In front of him, this time. He, -well... it,- looked perfectly human. But, contrary to John's expectations, it didn't look like the Einstein he expected. But then again, that could mean nothing, for an entity that can take on any form it wishes. It looked positively nondescript. Regular clothes, regular haircut, even regular facial features. It looked male though. Not that it proved anything, ofcourse. It locked eyes with John and spoke:

"Time."

It took hardly a moment for John to formulate a response.

"Yeah yeah, time is relative, been there, done that."

There was a pause, before the entity spoke again.

"It was a statement, not a question. Please, let me finish, John Chrichton."

'How is it that every frelling entity in the whole frelling universe knows my name?', John thought, 'Damn!'

Well, humouring this alien couldn't hurt him, he supposed. For now, he had no way of escaping anyway.

"Time. Time is meaningless, yet it is all that exists. In your realm. It is the manifestation of thought. The stuff of the universe. Everything exists in a state of Oneness, of Now, yet alot of time has passed, from your point of view."

"You're not making any sense. I wanna know: Why am I here?"

"You will be told in a moment. Do you know who, what I am?"

"No, and I don't frelling care right now! There's a lot of Peacekeeper butt to kick, so send me back!"

At this, the entity chuckled. That was a change. Einstein certainly didn't chuckle.

"That there is. I am... well, you may call me Phoebus. I've always had a penchant for Greek mythology. I am... Human."

"Yeah, right, ofcourse you are. You've got control over space and time, or something close to it I assume, since you can apparenly take me here at will. Or is this all some kind of illusion?"

"It is no illusion and yes, I have control over time and space, though it is somewhat limited. I am an ascended Human, just as many people have ascended from many other races. Yet, I am still fundamentally Human. You don't believe me, because... you have no evidence of my statements, is that correct? Well, I can relate to that, I've always been sort of a hardheaded example of my race myself. I'm going to reveal some things to you wich you will forget when this is over. What you, however, will retain is a rudimentary basis of this knowlege. You will also retain the path to learning the true nature of the universe. It will drive you, and new abilities will slowly form. You have already been altered by your experiences with the Ancients, and those events have already marked you for ascension. Yet, you only know a small part of the nature of the universe. And Humanity knows even less. For destiny to unfold correctly, Humanity will have to learn a few things, preferably through you."

John was about to interrupt, but Phoebus would not let him. He held up his hand.

"Please, do not interrupt, and refrain from asking questions when this all is over. Though I doubt you will have any questions left by then. What I'm about to show you, is the history, the future, of the Human race, as it's supposed to be. Remember what I told you about Time? Time permeates everything, on this plane of reality. Yet, it doesn't exist. Every entity in the universe is a writer, writing his, her or it's part in the great plan of destiny. Time is the manifestation of those writings, those thoughts. The physical world is an illusion, created by your thoughts, your convictions and your beliefs, just as those of every other sentient being in the physical part of this universe. Time is the material through with those thoughts, convictions and beliefs are manifested in a physical way. For without time, there would be nothing that could maintain it's physical illusion, only thought. Observe."

Phoebus raised his arms in a chillingly Scarran manner, and suddenly all hell broke loose.

Flashes of events, some in the far past, some in the far future. Humanity travelling the stars, losing a huge battle, being confined to Planet Earth without any technology. Humanity rising from the ashes, like a great Phoenix. Humanity reclaiming it's rightful place in a great alliance. Humanity claiming it's rightful place in the universe. Exploring everything, on this plane and countless others. The whole of Humanity ascending, to silently guide the next generation with what they've learned.

And with every flash that appeared, John instantly knew every detail that could be known about it. Phoebus also spoke some complementary words:

"Sometimes, when a peoples lose the knowledge of the universe they had when they evolved, they may become trapped in the world of the physical. Sometimes, they do not. And sometimes, they will balance on the edge for aeons. Humans have balanced on that edge. Always knowing there is more to be known, yet not nowing it. Look. Humans, evolving. Gaining some knowledge of the universe. Civilizations rising up, only to fall again. Spreading beyond their home planet, exploring the galaxy. Making alliances, making enemies. Battles, fighting, winning, losing. Humanity, almost destroyed, with a small portion left alive, brooding for the day to reclaim their rightful place. Earth. Humans devolved, lost the knowledge of the universe. But, the cycle repeated. Civilizations rise, only to fall again. Making it out into space with leaps and bounds, genetic memories prodding the subconcious minds. Alliances. Enemies. Defeating many evilness, only to become evil themselves, before only just realizing their mistake and returning to goodness. Humanity learning and re-learning their lessons. Re-exploring the galaxy, exploring the universe. Universal knowledge was gained, and eventually all have ascended, to make place for the younger ones. I was the last Human to be ascended."

John was reeling a bit.

"John Crichton. You are in a pivotal point in Human history. You are a focal point in many realized and unrealized realities. Therefore, you must succeed. Destiny. Written by the people who follow it. Your destiny is to unite this galaxy. Or atleast lay the foundation upon with others can build. It's your destiny to follow your destiny. You have already done so, and you have yet to do it. Time. Destiny."

John locked eyes with Phoebus. And he understood.

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Author's note: Wow, 4 new reviews have appeared, thank you all for the encouragements to continue writing! I have comments for 2 of them:

Fatman: "[...] please hurry and update, my life depends on it." Gheh, the last part really had me smiling there. :D I'll take that as a very big compliment! :)

Raneko: Those are valid points. Please, let me address them:

-- 1st: The ESF uniforms aren't all Leather. There is actually not much leather in them, but a synthetic material wich looks like leather. It's the idea that those materials have better properties. I mean, it's set a few hundred years in the future, at this moment we're not using the uniforms of a few hundred years ago now, are we?

-- 2nd: The Asgard do seem to have an annoying 'know it all' ability, don't they? The thing is, and their weaknesses will be revealed all too soon, that they know such things.. but can't act on them. That is one of their failings.

-- 3rd: The explorers áre very close to making contact. SPOILER: One of them will make contact in one or two chapters from this one. The reason that at Earth they think that they're so far away is because they don't have real-time communications. In the time they were built, they did not yet develop the Displacement Drive, so they were forced to utilize Hyperspace for travel, and hyperspace messaging relays for communications. Still there is a time lag of a few months. And, without stargates, no way of contacting Earth in any other manner. Or that's the idea, atleast. I wanted it to be a great surprise :D

Anyway, thanks for reading, please keep coming back and please review! Thank you!! :)

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