STARGATE: A New Dawna Stargate Fan Fic

Pegasus Galaxy

"Mimir, you have not been seen in many ages. By order of the Asgard High Council you and your followers are to return forthwith to stand before the High Council" replied Aegir.

"That is not possible for a multitude of reasons. We have in our possession information alluding to the destruction of the Asgard race so any subterfuge is a wasted effort. For many thousands of years we have not been under the control of the High Council, and if such a body still exists we would not be answerable to its governance. Again I demand you depart this system" said Mimir.

"No subterfuge is needed Mimir. Your planet is surrounded by the most advanced vessels of the Asgard Fleet. Under the orders of Supreme Commander Thor at the direction of the Asgard High Council I have been tasked to bring you and your followers before the council. You have committed a great many offenses in this galaxy and will answer for them. Escape is not possible, and any victory for your forces is inconceivable. Surrender now" demanded Aegir.

From the fourth moon of the icy planet energy began to build. Just beneath the surface of the moon sat an automated defense platform. The source of the energy was naquadria that laced the moon. Energy conduits had been constructed throughout the moon to channel the energy. Sensing the energy build up the Asgard vessels maneuvered out of the path of any possible energy discharge. The sleek vessels quickly sidestepped putting the planet between themselves and the moon in question. A lone Asgard vessel maneuvered towards the moon, the ship belonging to Tyr.

"Leave now or face weaponry dissimilar to your own. We wish to remain outside of the sphere of Asgard control" said Mimir.

The moon took on an ethereal blue aura as energy from its entirety began to emanate in waves. As the energy build up reached a crescendo ripples began to form in the shimmering energy waves engulfing the moons surface. These ripples erupted into a massive wave of energy bellowing forth from the moons surface. This wave of ethereal blue energy moved with great speed towards the one ship in their path.

Tyr's shields had been raised long before. Well aware that Asgard shields were some of the most advanced in the universe Tyr had little fear that they would withstand any assault by the Vanir. The blue energy wave crashed into the sh.i.p.s shields and engulfed the vessel in a three hundred and sixty degree assault. The shields blossomed at the assault upon them; weakening but not collapsing. Tyr's sensors determined the location of the wave emitter. With practiced efficiency the plasma beam weapons were locked onto this location and fired a quick and precise volley of six shots. The wave emitter was reduced to molecular matter within seconds.

From the surface of the planet, seven Vanir vessels rose into orbit. Much smaller than the O'Neill class sh.i.p.s they faced, these vessels were still very advanced sh.i.p.s containing significant firepower while lacking intergalactic hyper drive capabilities. Similar in size to Daedalus class sh.i.p.s, they were dwarfed by the four massive O'Neill's. From these smaller vessels green orbs of ionic energy were launched at their attackers in rapid succession; maneuvering wildly the nimble vessels ushered forth volleys of continuous fire.

Aboard the four Asgard vessels automatic combat routines were initiated by the shipboard computers. At low power settings the plasma beam weapons targeted the hyper drives and weapons platforms of their attackers. Each of the O'Neill's shields blossomed from attack but held strong. As had been suspected, Vanir offensive capability had not developed to a point matching that of their Asgard brothers.

Watching the battle in orbit from below the surface of the planet was Mimir and his other fellow defectors from the Asgard. In their command center a sense of surprise was felt when the moon based energy wave had not destroyed the large Asgard vessel. That had led to the dispatching of their sh.i.p.s to beat back their attackers.

"Our vessels have ceased to maneuver. Life signs are no longer present aboard the vessels." said Syn once known as the Nordic goddess of defensive refusal.

"It appears our brothers have deviated from their stated mission of justice to one of murder. Initiate ground based control of our sh.i.p.s and continue to attack" ordered Mimir.