Chapter 14: SGC's Scouting Report

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While Sofith and the others focused on engaging with the broader world, the Stargate Command (SGC) teams delved deeper into uncovering secrets about the mysterious Ubaids. Their efforts ranged from analyzing ancient artifacts to poring over cryptic transmissions, seeking to understand the enigmatic civilization. It was during one such mission that the new SG-1 team stumbled upon a discovery that would change everything — something they uncovered entirely by accident.

In a derelict facility buried beneath layers of desert sand, SG-1 found remnants of an Ubaid plan that hinted at something monumental. Among the fragmented records and holographic displays, they unearthed schematics and visual projections of a colossal weapon — one far surpassing anything they had encountered before. It wasn't just another Death Star; it was an even larger and more advanced version, bristling with unimaginable firepower and designed with a level of precision that left no doubt about the Ubaids' meticulous planning and technological mastery.

The implications were staggering. These schematics suggested not only that the Ubaids had anticipated the destruction of earlier Death Stars but also that they had prepared for their eventual return to power, wielding a weapon capable of dominating entire star systems. The SGC teams had been briefed on the history of the Clone Wars, and the parallels were unsettling. This new Death Star wasn't just a relic of a bygone age — it was a declaration of intent from a civilization that had once ruled the stars and now sought to reclaim its dominance.

Realizing the gravity of their discovery, SG-1 acted with utmost caution. Extracting the data while avoiding detection, they carefully retraced their steps and returned through the Stargate, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of what they had seen. Upon their arrival on Earth, they immediately convened with SGC leadership, bringing back not only the plans but also the haunting realization that the galaxy's deadliest weapon might rise again, crafted by hands that had already begun their work in the shadows of history.

This new Death Star loomed in the void of space, a massive, spherical station constructed from gleaming dark alloy plates that shimmered faintly under the starlight. Its size rivaled that of a small moon, its perfect, smooth curvature interrupted only by intricate patterns of vents, docking bays, and communication arrays. A prominent, glowing ring circled its surface, marking the focal point of its ultimate power: a vast aperture capable of unleashing destruction on an unimaginable scale. Greenish beams of light coursed along exposed lattice-like sections of the surface, glowing like veins that pulsed with the station's immense energy. Tiny pinpricks of light dotted its exterior, mimicking the stars it orbited, while immense docking bays radiated a faint bluish glow, welcoming vessels of all sizes to dock and refuel.

At its core, the station housed a fusion reactor of colossal proportions, generating the unfathomable power necessary to sustain its operations. Encased within layers of reinforced alloy and stabilized by a gravitational matrix, this reactor fed every aspect of the station's function, from life support systems to its devastating primary weapon. The glowing ring was more than just a marker of the weapon's location — it was the aperture of the Annihilation Array, a weapon capable of concentrating and releasing energy so potent it could obliterate entire celestial bodies. A network of crystal conduits amplified and directed this power, while a combination of artificial intelligence and manual control systems ensured its precision.

This Death Star was not merely a weapon but a self-contained world. Within its vast interior lay residential zones with living quarters, recreational spaces, hydroponic farms, and artificial parks, ensuring its crew could live comfortably even during prolonged missions. Administrative hubs and command centers sprawled across its upper levels, housing the minds that directed its operations. To protect its fragile yet formidable existence, the station bristled with defensive systems. Thousands of automated turrets, missile launchers, and shield generators guarded its surface, and an energy field could be projected to envelop the station, rendering it nearly impervious to external attack.

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