We take omakes and even have a bounty board for ones being actively looked for.
Okay then!
***
Omake: Midnight In Space
The Lieutenant walked swiftly down the hall, clenching his report in his hand. He slowed, when he neared the Asgard's "quarters", a relatively spartan set of maintenance rooms that had been modified for its use.
Aliens, and a literal Gray as the Americans would put it. Amazing times we live in, the Lieutenant thought.
He hit the bell and a soft chime drifted in the air, indicating approval, and straightening his uniform he entered. The room had changed, the lights reduced to an intensity more suited for the Asgard - Vaettir, he reminded himself - and his more sensitive eyes. Tools and equipment, modified from human standard, lay in neatly arranged but complex patterns on a large table in the corner, while the other corner held the most comfortable cot on the station. One wall held an archway to another room.
Neither was occupied, however, instead a bulky human computer - again modified - sitting in the other corner, bathing the room in a harsher light from the boxy monitor.
The Asgard turned to him, his eyes slowly blinking. "You are different," he finally said.
"Lieutenant James Atkinson, your appointed liaison for whatever you need during your stay with us. Your prior liaison had to rotate back home." Atkinson hesitated. "I've been briefed on everything that's occurred since your arrival, so I should be able to help with -" He paused, looking at the screen more intently. "Pardon me, is that a video game?"
Vaettir moved his back, revealing a paused game showing a crudely pixelated battlefield in progress. "An excellent battle simulator. Your engineer Smith introduced me to this, called "StarCraft "." Vaettir paused. "Not much crafting, but it is irrelevant. Fascinating alien races, but my interest is in the Terrans."
"My son plays this a lot, it's very popular apparently. Why are you interested in the human faction - are they human?"
"Yes, human in origin, but distant political exiles. Like your Australia, from what I have learned from your records." You nodded along, noticing a large electronic tablet next to him, which Vaettir had apparently been taking notes on, a mix of Asgard and human parts. "As exiles they have been ingenious with design elements. This game shows the creativity of your species, and your perpetual interest in space."
Atkinson lifted his bundle of reports,catching Vaettir's attention. "I was sent to ask about your order for a diverse amount of alcoholic beverages. Is it...part of this?"
Vaettir stood up, grabbing his tablet, gesturing to Atkinson to follow him. "No, but I have enjoyed drinking with your engineers, so I wish to find which human drinks are most compatible with Asgard physiology. I enjoy their company, despite the gap in common ground between us."
Atkinson grinned. "What's your favorite so far?"
Reaching under the table, Vaettir pulled out a requisitioned crate, the clanking of glass and plastic bottles showing his intent. Finally he emerged, a large brown bottle in his grip. "Plum wine," he stated. "Sweet, charming. Can enjoy without impairing my faculties to unacceptable margins. My current project will not allow for that."
"Project? Like the Bolters you designed? I enjoyed firing those at the range, but they were pretty big."
"Designed for bioengineered warriors, true. And yes, follow me."
Atkinson blinked as the lights came on in the other chamber as they entered, some kind of motion sensor he presumed. The lighting was still dim, but he could see well enough the piles of material strewn about - sheets of metal, piles of fiber optic cable, circuitry, and several elements of Asgardian make, scavenged from his pod he assumed. A large armor stand stood against the back wall, with parts of what seemed like a chest plate and arm on it. "Armor?"
Vaettir seemed to straighten in pride. "I have been inspired again. Our treaty says nothing about aiding a lesser species with their own technologies, and while crude much of what your species has imagined in that game is possible. I am attempting to make the power armor of the Terran Marine, so that your soldiers may be better protected when travelling through Stargates onto strange alien worlds."
Atkinson whistled, looking around further. He could slabs of the new svartircrete, as well as a few bars of unknown liquids. On the wall wasa blown up picture of what he assumed was artwork from the game, two Marines standing on a barren dead world similar to Earth's moon. "They look big. What are these suits capable of?"
"Full nuclear, biological, and chemical protection, with a sealed air supply capable of 12 hours of recycling in a vacuum. Resistant to 8mm steel spikes fired at hypersonic velocities, though apparently depleted uranium rounds are "armor piercing" within the game. A smart interface built into the helmet. Intuitive controls for manipulating the suit and navigating complex environments in multiple battlefield scenarios. Fuel cells to power it, though your recently developed thermal batteries should suffice in that regard." Vaettir looked at a half-built helmet on a small table. "Once finished, it will be my greatest work. For now."
"I know that every soldier in Canada would kill to have one, so your gift certainly won't go unappreciated. How can I help?"
"I need materials, specifically carbon."
Atkinson blinked. "Carbon? Pretty basic stuff. Why?"
"I can improve the suits weight and multiple elements of it's functionality if I have access to carbon, as specialized tubules and sheets on a nanoscopic level can provide strength while being lighter than most metals. I have looked into carbon dioxide your filters automatically scrub from the station's air, but it is not enough. I am building a recycler, but I need carbon mass. Even impure materials would work, as the recycler will filter what I need from what I do not."
Atkinson laughed. "Lete get you hooked up with maintenance, they should have everything you need there. Now, about testing...I want in."
***
Consider this my contribution to the thread. May we stomp Goauld under our boots! I can't sleep, so this is the result.
Techs (potentially) gained:
- 1 CMC-400 Power Armor (with carbon nanotube and graphene "improvements") (prototype). Has to be researched to get mass producible version.
- 1 "recycler": can process any material put into it, organic or not, into constituent elements. Would have to research to build homegrown version.
- 1 nanotube/graphene/carbon fiber extractor: makes 1 kilogram of whatever type you want per hour. Computer interface included on the side. Has to be researched to get homegrown version.
