Indefatigable's adventures in the Star Trek Universe
Osiris was pleased.
Her slaves had so far managed to add two Ha'taks to her fleet with another two almost complete. More ships to add her in her quest for domination over this pathetic universe, to help her to her rightful place as God over all the lesser beings that infested this space.
Of course, the new vessels were not up to the standards of her Anubis enhanced ships, frankly she might use the technology but it was way beyond her and if she couldn't understand it, the so called ‘scientists' from her slave population wouldn't have a chance.
That had unfortunately meant she lost some of her ‘toys', they just didn't want to operate in this universe which was a pity but she had managed to affect repairs to her ships that brought their effectiveness back to a somewhat normal level.
That was an unexpected consequence of being in a different universe, one she hadn't anticipated, though she would never let that be known, Gods knew everything after all. Different universe, subtly different rules.
Still, she had one advantage and one she would have to use if Anubis or Maktenos ever managed to seize the Intergate and come after her. She had some of this universes technology and she would soon move to acquire more.
She would have to be more careful this time though, her heavy handedness had lost her her first prize, the Hermes had automatically destroyed itself because she had tried too hard, too often to breech its encryptions and get at all the secured data within.
Still, she had walked away with transporters that, whilst a little slow, actually worked in this universe. Those were already integrated into all her ships and she knew her ‘scientists' would come up with more tricks from the little data transferred from the Hermes first, they knew what would happen if they didn't.
Osiris grimaced inwardly, not allowing any sign of her inner thoughts to show where the Jaffa might see and wonder. She still had a problem, the number of Jaffa she had was dropping slowly, thanks to rebellions, riots and just plain disappearing. But with the increasing size of her fleet she needed more Jaffa not less, she couldn't afford to lose them like this and she certainly didn't like having slaves appearing as part of her ships crews. Not only was it repellent, slaves were not worthy of serving as crew, but it was also a sign of weakness.
Osiris straightened, her mind made up. She would seize another world, now. There was a world of primitives nearby that would see she was a true God, not blasphemously call her technologically advanced and inherently evil, she was a God! Gods by their very nature could not be evil.
Still, these primitives would make more pliant slaves and she would move those who had proven their loyalty to this new world. Then she would make an example of the old.
“Kree Jaffa!”
It was a mighty taskforce that gathered just outside the writhing grasp of Edonia nebula, but one that Ewing knew he would most likely not see much of again, not after they made contact with Osiris.
The best and brightest of Starfleet, of the Klingon Empire, of the Romulan's and of the Cardassian's they might be in the best warships this quadrant at least had available to it, but the weapons of the Goa'uld ships were fearsome, even weakened by the slightly variant rules of this universe they would really hammer the shields of this universe.
Already, the crews of the taskforce were making hurried modifications to their ships, hooking up extra generators, running Level One diagnostics on all systems and shoring up their power relays and data networks. The smaller ships in particular feared the sheer force of the Goa'uld main guns hitting their shields could shock their power relays and data networks out of operation, a weakness that was known to most ships captains of this universe but one that wasn't usually an issue. Goa'uld weapons made it an issue. They wouldn't be losing individual power relays or couplings due to shock damage like they usually suffered in combat, something that could easily be bypassed and then repaired, they could potentially lose the works.
And a single direct hit on the hull, and they would be toast. They knew this, they had seen what had happened during the retaking of Edonia and it was a universally disliked fact, except amongst the Klingons who had decided that defeating such a superior enemy would be a supreme test of their honour and their prowess as warriors.
Still, the taskforce was preparing, just waiting for word from the cloaked ships searching the space around where Hermes had disappeared that Osiris had been found.
Then, to quote Shakespeare, Cry havoc, and let rip the dogs of War!