"Hey! You don’t play fair!" BorgFred complained, and then realized something. "Sure, contact her. She's not MY wife!"

"HEY!" Frederic jammed his elbow in BorgFred's side.

Linda was tiring of this rapidly. Scanning her database, she found something that could help. She released a strong anesthetic [I’m not sure anesthetic is the right word...] gas into the confines of the ship, effectively knocking both drunken Phalanxes out. She contacted the Enterprise Bridge, thanked them for their hospitality, and flew the ship out of the hangar.

The ship blasted across dimensions back to the Ortega, and docked quietly with it. Instead of contacting someone, she let the two drunks sleep out their rush in the Daedalus. She wanted to grin evilly as she thought that not only the hangover would be terrible, but also the uncomfortable position would leave its traces on their bodies.

Frederic opened his eyes, and looked around, dazed and confused.

"The Daedalus? What the fuck am I doing here? Oh, yeah...I got loaded," he said, getting up from the seat.

"Nope. WE got loaded," BorgFred got up from his seat as well, looking at his friend. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine, and my memory is returning as well," Frederic responded.

"Good! Our immortal physiology does wonders against hangovers."

"What hangover? I didn't feel a thing," Frederic asked, confused.

"You think that a normal Human can drink that amount of whiskey and get out of it without a hangover?" BorgFred countered.

"You're right, my friend," Frederic uttered a small laugh, "but the main problem is still to come. Linda made good on her threat. She contacted Jenny the moment we woke up... and she and Daphnix are coming down here."

"We have nothing to fear from D, it's Jenny that scares me," BorgFred said, "even though she is YOUR wife, not mine," he added in a joke.

"Ha ha. Funny, pal. I'm going to get it, I can feel it through the link."

The next moment, the door opened, and two people came running inside the Daedalus. Daphnix looked amused, but Jenny was...much less enthusiastic.

"How are you feeling?" she burst out.

"Fine..." Frederic said, unsure. BorgFred looked at his counterpart in undisguised sympathy.

"Good! Then you're fine enough to come with me!" she shouted, and grabbed his arm. She dragged him out of the small ship, leaving BorgFred and Daphnix behind, looking at each other.

"I've never seen her so...angry," Daphnix said.

"She's not," BorgFred said. Daphnix looked at the man as if to determine just how nuts he was. "She's FURIOUS. And you're right; I've never seen her like that either. I think that something has to do with the fact that it's the first time he got staggering drunk," BorgFred added for his friend's sake. Daphnix just grinned at the joke.

"Wanna come to his funeral?" Daphnix joked.

"Sure. I'll bring refreshments, if you bring the snacks."

Frederic and Jennifer walked briskly to their quarters. As soon as the doors closed behind them, they looked at each other. Then they burst out laughing.

"We sure fooled them, didn't we?" Frederic asked, to which Jennifer did nothing more than laugh even harder. Frederic composed himself, and began: "Honey, about last night..."

"Shh," she cut him off, "You both needed the release. I understand. Did it help?"

"It did," he said, and kissed his wife passionately. She responded eagerly, pressing her body close to his. After a couple of moments, they broke the kiss. Their foreheads resting against each other's, Frederic asked:

"So, when are we going to end this fight?" He laughed.

"Let them think it's the next Ketari War," Jennifer said, snuggling closer to Frederic.

"Do you hear something?" BorgFred asked, standing outside the couple's quarters.

"Nope, and it worries me," Daphnix responded.

"Me too," BorgFred said back, and posted himself against a wall.

The next moment, the doors slid open, and Frederic walked out, walked briskly past his two friends, and disappeared into the nearest lift. A couple of moments later, Jennifer emerged as well. She too, walked past the two without granting them a glance, and disappeared into the next cart in the elevator shaft. Daphnix and BorgFred looked at each other, their jaws on the floor.

"This is worse than I thought," Daphnix said.

"Much worse," BorgFred agreed.

"Let's see what we can save, ok?" Daphnix said, calling the next elevator cart. BorgFred just nodded, and disappeared into the elevator along with Daphnix. The moment they walked up on the bridge, they knew they had been had, as the rolling laughter reached them before the doors opened.

"You two...!" Daphnix tried to find a suitable term, and came up short.

"Countless languages, and still there is not a single term that fits you two! Now THAT is bad!" BorgFred burst out laughing the next moment. The good-hearted laughter releasing some more tension in his battered mind. Daphnix joined soon after.

Ten minutes later, the four people snickered their last laugh, wiped away the tears, and looked at each other.

"We sure got you two good!" Frederic finally said, laughing.

"Yeah, you should have seen the look on your faces when we walked past you in that hallway!" Jennifer piped in. Daphnix and BorgFred nodded in agreement.

"We thought you two were about to kill each other," Daphnix agreed, and laughed a little sour, along with BorgFred. A flash interrupted the four people's good-hearted bicker. They became deadly serious as a hooded figure appeared out of nowhere, and looked real intently at them.

Both Frederic and BorgFred got up from their chairs, and started to proceed toward the figure, their postures reveling just what their intent was.

"Please, young Phalanx. I am here to apologize..."

BorgFred cut him off. "Apologize? You think an ' I'm sorry ' can make up for what you've done? The monstrosities you inflicted upon me? The TORTURE? If you think that, you're mistaken!"

The God was at a loss for words. Frederic proceeded. "Last time, I kicked you off my ship. This time, I'll ask you nicely first. Get off my ship."

The God looked at Frederic. "Young Phalanx..."

"Don't you 'Young Phalanx' me!" Frederic shouted. "You lost that right when you decided to run inhuman tests on me! You refused to leave. Linda, chunk him out."

The God disappeared in a blue beam of energy as the transporter did its job. A few moments later, the God reappeared.

"You don't get the picture, do you?" Frederic asked.

"I just came to apologize. We made a terrible mistake, and we just wanted to tell you we were sorry," the immensely powerful being's tone was one of total submission.

Frederic looked at BorgFred. Together, they raced to the figure, grabbed him, and threw him into the nearest wall. The force of the blow was devastating, and Daphnix was sure he could hear bones snap. Even though the God himself could not be harmed, his Human appearance could.

"We should kill you for what you did. I am just going to put you off my ship. Now leave, or I'll chunk you out the nearest airlock," Frederic said, his tone flat and emotionless, indicating it wasn't a threat, but a fact. The God nodded.

"I do hope that in time, our relationship can be what it was once more," he said, before disappearing.

"The nerve of that guy!" BorgFred grunted, and sunk back in his chair. 

Two weeks later, the four people were sitting on the bridge, like they usually did after a session with BorgFred, to talk about BorgFred's progress. He was progressing nicely, now that Frederic had deployed the vast amounts of knowledge he had accumulated from Deanna Troi's mind. BorgFred was coming in contact with what he had done under the second personality's influence, and he was beginning to accept it.

Dissecting the most important memories, one at a time, and making BorgFred accept them, was a long and hard task, and by now they had managed to completely analyze the first month. This meant that they still had three months to do, however, this didn't bother them. Today, they had made a major breakthrough: the most dominating, the most fatal of all changes had been acknowledged: the changing of Frederic into BorgFred.

The four people were talking, just talking, contrary to the sessions, which went telepathically, about stuff in general.

"You should see that ship of his," Frederic said. "It uses zero-point energy for about every major system."

"Zero-point energy? Isn't that extremely dangerous?" Jennifer asked.

"Not with the correct equipment. After all, anti-matter is just as dangerous, and it has been used safely as well," Frederic responded. "His ship can travel up to 150,000 lightspeeds. Its shields can deflect 100 times as much energy as ours can, and its zero-point torpedoes do tremendous amounts of damage, even compared to the quantum pellets," Frederic summarized.

"Torpedoes? How do you make torpedoes out of that?" Daphnix wanted to know.

BorgFred responded: "If someone shielded one atom against the energy, it explodes with an energy output that makes an atomic bomb look like a fire-cracker, right? Now imagine shielding 100 grams worth of atoms."

Daphnix's and Jennifer's jaws fell. Frederic, already knowing that, remained rather impassive, but the lights in his eyes indicated his own excitement as well.

"But that's not all," Frederic continued. "He no longer has need for the holo crew, and his AI is only active when he is not actively in control of his ship."

"Really? How?" Jennifer asked.

"Borg Technology," BorgFred explained. "The hull is made up off a bio-metal of my own invention, called Quadranium. It regenerates like a body does; only requiring massive mounts of energy, energy that is easily supplied by the zero-point generators. Now, I have introduced nanoprobes into the ship's energy conduits. Those nanoprobes have been programmed with a layout of the ship. Everything out of order is repaired, or brought back to what's on the plans. The fun part is, if I come up with something new, I put it into the plans, and the nanoprobes build it."

"Cool," Jennifer said. "And the AI? What's the deal with that?"

"Well, when I'm linked to the ship, the ship basically becomes my body, and my brain becomes the ship's brain. This means that I can feel the ship as if it were my own body, and control it accordingly. I no longer need the AI when I'm in control of the ship like that."

"And what happens when you loose your generators? What happens when your ship is powerless?" Daphnix asked. "After all, the nanoprobes require energy to run the ship, and so does this interface."

"Good point. I programmed the nanoprobes to converge on the generators if they were to fail, and work together, using their own internal batteries to get the generators back online as soon as possible. If it means strip-mining some other components of the ship to do it, so be it." BorgFred explained.

There is a transmission. Old radio-style. It is being transmitted into open space, universe 260.

"Thanks, Linda. Let's hear it," Frederic looked curiously at his friends. In every universe they would visit, a cloaked probe would be dropped, and now the one in 260 had picked up a radio transmission sent out specially. Normally, every radio transmission would leak into space, and the probe ignored them. Now it had picked up a transmission sent into space deliberately. It was probably a message to contact some alien race, he deduced. They had picked up some of those in the past as well.

This is a distress call from Earth for the Phalanx. We have detected a fleet of enemy ships headed toward us. Please, help us!!

Frederic's eyes widened.

"Universe 260 is the one where we found the portal network," Daphnix remembered.

"Ah, yes. An unfortunate event, which brought us in contact with the U.S. military of that world," Jennifer filled in. Frederic nodded; he had read the reports. He looked at BorgFred, who just shrugged.

"Very well. Set a course. We're going into war. Be sure to cloak us before departure. I don't want to be shot at the moment I come out of dimensional transfer," Frederic ordered.

"Shall I send out word for the Warship to follow us?" BorgFred asked.

"The more, the merrier," Frederic said. "But be sure to tell AL that he has to stay out of the fight until I tell him otherwise."

The two ships transferred easily, and went into a standard orbit around the planet. The four people put the ship in autonomous mode, and walked to deck 70. Once there, Frederic spread his arms in front of the portal plant, which shone in an eerie blue vortex almost immediately.

"You didn't forget that it WAS designed as an extension for our mental transportation mode, didn't you?" Frederic asked, when he saw the expressions on his two friend's faces. He laughed a bit at their sour expressions, and then turned back to the plant.

"Linda, is the other side stable?" he asked, not sure of the technology of the people down on the planet.

 Other side is stable, but a titanium seal has been detected, sealing the exit on the other side.

Frederic nodded, took his quantum pistol, aimed, and shot.

The seal has been destroyed. Pathway clear.

Frederic nodded, and he and BorgFred stepped through first, followed immediately after by Daphnix and Jennifer.

General Hammond was in disarray. They had detected five Gua'ould warships approaching Earth, and he knew that this time, they would not easily be destroyed. Last time, they had managed to avoid two ships, by letting them crash into one another. It was highly unlikely that they could get those five to do the same, and certainly now that none of his people were on board. The ship just dropped out of lightspeed at the edge of the solar system, and proceeded toward Earth at a more conventional speed.

"We sent out the distress call, general," Colonel Jack O'Neill reported.

"All we can do now is wait, and hope to God that these people are here on time," the general said, trying desperately to remain positive.

"I don’t like that one bit, general," O'Neill said.

"Do you have another suggestion as to what we can do?" the general asked.

"Not at the moment, sir," the colonel said, not liking that one bit either.

Alarms went off, and red lights flashed. Both the general and the colonel ran to the command center.

"A wormhole, it came out of nowhere, sir. We've closed the iris," the man at the control reported. The other three members of the SG-1 team: Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c, had gotten there as well by now.

"Maybe it's our friends already?" Samantha Carter suggested. The next moment, the building shook as the Iris was literally ripped from the Stargate. Not ten seconds later, two men walked out of the gate, and flanked it, faces turned toward each other, waiting. The next moment, Daphnix made his appearance, and he turned his back to the hall, face toward the gate. As soon as Jennifer came through, they flanked her, and walked down the ramp, with Frederic taking point. The present soldiers aimed their rifles at the newcomers.

As soon as they had reached normal ground, Frederic turned to the gate, made a motion with his hands, and the gate deactivated. He then turned to five newcomers in the hall.

"Frederic Fromthefield, Phalanx of the Earth Strategic Mental Forces. You sent out a distress call?" he asked the general.

"Put down your weapons, men. These are the people we called for. We did send out the call, sir. We are glad you're here. Please, come with me to the conference room," the general said, leading the people through the door.

"Now, first of all, would you mind telling me what you did to our iris?" the General asked before the briefing started.

"We opened it," Frederic said, his usual impassive self.

"You destroyed it," colonel O'Neill retorted. "You ripped it from the gate! Now, I don't know what little trick you used, but you just don't do something like that!"

"We detected something blocking our way, colonel. We simply opened the way. We fired one shot at it," Frederic explained.

"I don't want to know what you shot at it," the colonel said.

"Quantum pistol shot," Frederic said, "A high-power energy weapon, destroying an object's molecular integrity."

The SG team's mouths fell open. "Wait a minute," Samantha Carter interrupted. "If it's an energy weapon, how come it didn't cause the wormhole to jump to another location?"

"Two things, captain Carter," Frederic started, "First of all, the wormhole as you call it, comes from OUR portal plant. Now, I don't know how your gate works, but our portal plants were designed to operate under wartime conditions. As such, they are not allowed to jump, under ANY circumstances. And secondly, a wormhole only jumps when a high-power energy beam of some sort hits one of the ends. Now, our quantum pistols are especially designed NOT to cause collateral damage. Therefore, the iris was destroyed, but your gate remained intact," Frederic explained. "The pistols were designed for use both during the War and in our later profession, to deal with vampires who are holding hostages. Killing a hostage is not an option."

"I see," captain carter said, impressed, to say the least. Frederic called the briefing to order, wishing to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Linda, contact the lead ship of the fleet approaching Earth," Frederic said after the briefing.

Contact pending. They are not responding.

"So far," Frederic grunted. "Linda, drop the cloak of the PSS Ortega. Keep the Warship at bay. Point it toward their fleet, in a really aggressive stance."

Maneuver completed.

"I hope that gets their attention," Frederic grinned at his companions. Jennifer was looking a little flustered; her waking periods were decreasing by the day. Daphnix looked back at him with a similar grin, and BorgFred was sitting nonchalantly, as if it were of no interest of him.

"Why don't we just blast them out of the sky?" BorgFred finally asked.

"Because those are Humans, Fred. Fine, they may be under someone else's influence, but they are still human. Remember the Instructions? No harming of innocents," Frederic quoted. "Linda, contact them again."

The ships have slowed down, and are responding to our hails.

"Finally. Put them on holographic viewer."

The hologram of the alien floated above Frederic's mental amp. He talked to it.

"I am Phalanx Frederic Fromthefield. Earth is under my protection. Please turn your vessels around," Frederic said.

"We will destroy the Tauri, and no single Human can stop us," the alien said.

Frederic sighed. Deep. "I am sure that you have detected my ship in orbit by now, since you slowed down. Now, the ship was designed for war, and three of those decimated an entire race. Men, women, children, pets, the entire enchilada. Wiped out. On top of that, it destroyed the planet where that race was located on as well. Now, unless I’m mistaken, your fleet of five ships is no match for a planet-buster. So, I suggest you leave, and never return. I swore never to commit genocide again after that ... incident. Some called it a war, but I call it an incident. But, if you refuse to do so, I have no quarrels in breaking my oath and going after you," Frederic's tone was normal, nothing but pure honesty.

"You have a big mouth. We do not believe you," the alien said.

"Linda, fire at the ship, first from right. Our point of view."

The Ortega pointed phasers, torpedoes and quantum pellets at the specified ship. Linda, after having asked which weapon to fire, fired a volley of quantum pellets at the ship. Its shields flickered, then dropped, and the ship immediately broke in a million parts.

Frederic remained impassive. "Your ship has been destroyed, pal. I suggest you leave," Frederic's tone turned cold, as did his eyes. He had killed innocents. He didn't like this one single bit, but he had no choice. His cold self now took over, the self that had no quarrels in following: 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few'. If it meant destroying these ships to save an entire planet, well... that was a small price, wasn't it?

The alien grinned. "We still have four more ships. You are no match for us." The contact broke.

"Phalanx to AL. Drop cloak on Warship. Ready one zero-point torpedo; target 1 million kilometers in front of lead ship. Let them feel the blast," Frederic ordered.

The Warship Ortega turned, dropped its cloak, and fired the torpedo. It detonated right on target. The blast wave knocked out all the shields of every ship in the small fleet.

"This is Phalanx Fromthefield. I forgot to tell you I recently acquired a ship that has been turned into a floating armory instead of a warship. Please, turn back and end the suffering."

Frederic reclined in his seat, and looked warily at his companions. "I hate killing innocents, but if I have to, I will," he said to no one in particular. It was more to reassure himself than anything else.

The alien ships have back off. They are waiting outside our solar system.

"Good. Now that that is settled..."

"Wait a minute! Those ships are still out there! What if they come back?" Colonel O'Neill was obviously not pleased with the way things had been handled.

"What would you have me do? Slaughter those people?"

"Those are NOT people! They are monsters!"

Frederic nodded, drew his quantum pistol, and aimed it at Teal'c. "He's a Gua'ould as well. Shall I begin in our own ranks?"

"That’s different!"

"How?" Frederic asked.

"He is right, Colonel O'Neill. By your logic, all who carry a Gua'ould should be destroyed."

"That's different, Teal'c! You chose our side!"

"And now you would have me slaughter hundreds who never got the chance to switch sides," Frederic said, his gun back in his holster.

"Those Gua'ould will never change sides! They are under control of their Gua'ould. Teal'c isn't."

"Every Human has the choice to fight, Colonel. If the Human host refuses to cooperate..."

"The Gua'ould will make him, or her," Daniel Jackson said.

"Then the Human host did not fight hard enough. If the Borg, with all their technological and biological equipment can be resisted, so can the Gua'ould," Fredric reasoned. "Either the Human host is too weak to fight, and he should be encouraged to, or he has truly given in to the symbiont, in which case I agree with you, and he should be terminated," Frederic deducted.

"And how do you propose to accomplish this?"

"Inserting a strike team, accessing their communications network, and offering," Frederic said. "How else?"

"You not only want to get a team in, but you want to get access to their communications systems, and publicly broadcast a message of peace? How are you going to do this?" Colonel O'Neill couldn't believe his own ears, and made it publicly known.

"My ship is equipped with something called a spatial relocator. It has a range of several light-years, and is well capable of transporting a small strike team on board one of their ships, undetected," BorgFred said.

"And since there are only three of us who are going anyway, that's more than enough," Frederic finished. As Jennifer had thought, Frederic and BorgFred fed off each other tremendously. Together, they could accomplish in seconds what would take minutes, if not hours, alone. They were the greatest think-tank in history.

"Three? You can forget that!" Jennifer sat up straight.

"Come on, honey... you can barely keep your eyes open. And think of the children," Frederic said, but he knew it would be no use. Jennifer's body was flooded with hormones, and her mind simply refused to think straight, having been under barrage for so long.

"Don't you honey me! I'm coming, and that's final!"

Daphnix, BorgFred, and the Stargate crew looked on, trying to decide how this power-struggle would turn out. Frederic cast a glance at BorgFred, and back at Jennifer.

"I can see I can't persuade you," Frederic said. "So, I'm going to make you a deal. How attached are you to going in your present form?"

Daphnix looked perplexed, BorgFred just looked on in untamed curiosity, and the SG team, as usual, had no idea what was going on.

"Not very..." Jennifer began.

"Much," Frederic finished, falling backwards into his chair, looking around curiously. "You could at least have given me some warning," he said accusingly at Jennifer.

"Hey, you get to go. You should be happy," Jennifer retorted. Everyone looked from Frederic to Jennifer, and back to Frederic.

"Now look what you've done!" Frederic said, and then grinned. "Think we should tell them what happened?"

"They'll figure it out. Eventually," Jennifer added a little later, and causing husband and wife to go into a laughing fit.

BorgFred was the only one who knew what was going on, but he decided not to spoil the fun. Daphnix figured it out as well, and kept his mouth shut as well, talking telepathically to BorgFred. Secretly, all four of them enjoyed getting at the normals like that.

"We switched bodies," Jennifer said. "Basically, I am Frederic and she...he is Jennifer," she said, pointing to Frederic's body. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I got to go lay down." Jennifer's body got up, called for transport, and disappeared. The SG crew was flabbergasted.

"You can do that?" Daniel Jackson asked.

"Just the two of us, but yes. Our link links our minds very intimately. It allows for us to share our minds and bodies. So, what happens if he takes control over my body, and I take control over his? Right," Frederic/Jennifer said.

"So, It looks like I'm in command, then," Frederic's body continued. "But I do think I'm going to need some time getting used to this...I never used his body like this. I think we'll have to practice this when this is all over. "

BorgFred looked at Frederic's body. "You do know that his body does not automatically give you the right of command, do you?" BorgFred said.

 "Jennifer is quite capable of leading, I can assure you," Daphnix said. He had developed a great deal of respect for the woman that had taken the second in command place from him when the War had started. He had resented her at first, but now he knew her to be very capable, and to be able to rival Frederic's command capability.

"I know," BorgFred said. "But in Fred's absence, I am still the most logical choice."

"Fred, nobody here doubts that. But frankly, you are not healed yet. And you spent four months out on your own. We don't know how much this has affected your abilities to deal with a team, and certainly not under black ops conditions," Jennifer said.

BorgFred seemed to think for a moment, the SG team looking on, bewildered, but knowing better than to ask. "Very well. You are right," he then said.

"So, when do we leave?" Daphnix asked.

"Linda, three full warrior outfits," Jennifer/Frederic said into the communicator.

"Linda, make that two," BorgFred said not a moment later. "I have my own equipment, right here." He tapped his right temple twice, and a small implant burst through the skin. BorgFred closed his eyes, and accessed his cranial implant.

The two warrior outfits appeared on the table, and BorgFred tapped his own communicator. "Linda, one-liter bottle of drink, three energizer tablets." The requested items appeared on the table. BorgFred gulped down the tablets, washing them down with the drink, and re-accessed his implant. The next moment, his body started changing.

A helmet covered his head, and full body armor engulfed his body. His shoes were redesigned into combat boots of unknown design, and gauntlets covered his now mesh-covered hands. BorgFred looked at his gauntleted hands, and flexed his fingers experimentally.

He tapped a console on his arm, and his body shimmered, and then disappeared. It reappeared soon after. He asked for two more bottles of drink, in 'loading bottles' whatever those might be. He removed a patch of armor from both his thighs, and slid the bottles in place, snapping them into what clearly was some kind of bay. He put the patches back, and they morphed back into the whole, never letting on that they were removable.

"When I'm alone, I can survive for weeks on those," BorgFred explained. "And they have an extremely high energy value, allowing me to make adjustments to my uniform if needed. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the fourth generation battle-uniform, capable of withstanding impacts of everything up to a small nuke. It has full cloaking capability, with duration of 1 hour on internal reserves. When needed, the two bottles of drink can keep me fully cloaked for up to 10 hours."

"Weapons?" Jennifer/Frederic asked.

"Quantum disruptor pistols," he said, pulling out the two modified quantum pistols, which were located at his hips. He snapped the dual blade light saber off his belt, and showed it as well.

"Those weapons were on board our ship! How did you get them?" Jennifer/Frederic asked, her voice starting to show anger.

"Part of the design. They are made anew when the old ones aren't present. A safety measure," BorgFred explained. "My SP was quite paranoid, and thought that this might be a good thing if I were ever kidnapped and stripped before I had a chance to activate."

"I am NOT going to allow you to use those pistols!" Jennifer/Frederic exclaimed. "Fred saw them take out ten vampires and two hostages in a single blast!"

"Maximum dispersion, full power," BorgFred explained. "I can tune them to whatever is necessary. Right now, they're in 'normal' mode, about the same characteristics as your pistols. The only difference is that they're using the biological energy of my body instead of fusion batteries."

"I see. In that case, use them. Sorry about the outburst."

"No problem. I understand, they seem...intimidating when you've only seen them like that."

Colonel O'Neill decided not be left out, and yelled: "Wait a minute! What is happening here? What are you talking about? And we are not going to be left behind!"

"Colonel O'Neill, I respect your abilities, but to be frank, you will not stand a chance if you come with us. As you have seen from our last encounter, our abilities outclass you by orders of magnitude, and since then, we have picked up a lot new tricks as well," Jennifer/Frederic said. "It is a lot more logical if we go alone."

The colonel turned to general Hammond. "Sir, we can't let them do this alone!"

"Colonel, it seems to me that it is clear who is command here. I think it is best to let the experts handle this situation."

"Thank you, general," Jennifer/Frederic said. "Gear up everyone, we're going to war."

Daphnix put on the quantum pistols, the neutron accelerator, and the combat jacket. He looked at his commander.

"Right. Linda, full mystical outfits for me and Daphnix," Jennifer/Fredric said in the communicator.

Frederic's and Daphnix's appeared. "I think Linda sees you as someone else," Daphnix laughed, donning his mystical stuff. Jennifer just shrugged the shoulders of her new body, and donned the mystical equipment that was supplied.

"Ready?" she asked. Both men nodded affirmatively, and BorgFred called for spatial relocation to the lead ship of the offending fleet.

The spatial relocator bent space-time, effectively moving them without moving them. It bent the space-time continuum, shifting their location form earth to their destination. It was the fastest way to travel, since the two locations almost co-existed, only requiring a minimum of movement.

The three people appeared on the ship. Jennifer, having downloaded all information from the SG-1 team, proceeded down a hallway. BorgFred closed the visor of his helmet, and drew both his pistols.

"Shouldn't we cloak?" he asked. Jennifer nodded, and the two disappeared behind their cloaking shields. BorgFred tapped his pad, and disappeared as well. Contrary to Jennifer's and Daphnix's cloaking shields, which could be detected by any mental, BorgFred's cloaking was completely undetectable. It concerned the two other vaguely, but they knew that BorgFred would not fail them.

Silently, the three moved down the hallways, every now and then pressing themselves against walls to avoid collisions with alien patrols. Then, they reached the bridge of the ship.

<<Now what? I need to drop my cloak before I can use the communications system, and I need some time before I can learn how to use it.>> Jennifer's mental voice was still feminine.

<<I'll keep them off," Daphnix suggested.

<<With my help,>> BorgFred added. <<You just learn how to use that system.>>

All three dropped their cloaks, and Daphnix made quick work of the present guards, stunning them with a mental command. BorgFred just moved to the door, guarding it. Daphnix moved to the other side as soon as he had finished the guards.

Jennifer walked to the strange system, and looked at it. She had no way of knowing how to use the communicator, its systems were totally alien to her. Even though it was based on the same principles as theirs was.

Then the door was kicked in, and a dozen guards streamed into the room. There were too many to stun one by one, so Daphnix had no other choice but to open fire. He made quick work of the guards, and turned to BorgFred.

BorgFred was standing over a guard he had obviously kicked to the ground, his pistol in his right hand pointed at the guard's head. His hand, and subsequently the gun, was shaking like a leaf. Because of the closed visor, Daphnix could not see BorgFred's face, but he had a pretty good idea what he would have seen otherwise.

Daphnix aimed, and shot, the moment the guard was trying to take advantage of BorgFred's weaknesses.

"I...I'm... sorry. I didn't mean..." BorgFred's voice was shaking, and he fell back against the wall. He then slid down it, and fell to the floor, his back against the wall.

"I know," Daphnix said. "But we can't transport you unless we've concluded this mission."

BorgFred nodded, and rested his face in his hands, after having dropped the pistols. He had also removed the helmet, but Daphnix had no idea where it had gone. Probably re-assimilated into BorgFred's body, and turned back into energy.

Daphnix covered the now broken-down door with both his guns, while Jennifer continued to work on the communications system. Then, she exclaimed:

"I think I've got it!" she pressed a couple of buttons, and a chime was audible throughout the ship. All thee warriors hoped that it would also be audible throughout the other ships as well.

"This is Phalanx Frederic Fromthefield," Jennifer grinned at her two fellow warriors, and resumed: "and I bring you a message of peace! The Human race is strong, and all-powerful. If you are tired of the tyranny of this Gua'ould, all you need to do is stand up to them! Your mind is stronger than you ever thought possible! Grab hold of a memory that you know is yours, and tell the demon in your head to go to hell! Use your weaknesses as strengths, and their reign will fall!"

"The Gua'ould have probably used friends, or loved ones, against you. Now the time has come to use those same friends and loved ones against them! What do you think these people would say if they saw you like this?  Fight them off, and regain your freedom!"

They could hear struggling sounds in the hallway, and BorgFred cautiously peaked outside. He motioned for Jennifer and Daphnix to look as well. Warily, both looked. The hall was filled with guards, obviously sent there to kill the intruders, writhing on the ground. They were obviously in pain, with a major struggle visible on the faces.

BorgFred and Daphnix looked at Jennifer. "You did it," Daphnix said. "Now, let's get the Hell out of here!"

One by one, the guards righted themselves, their eyes flashing in an angry yellow-white light. They turned towards the three.

"Your attempts have failed," the leader said. BorgFred barely had time to call for an emergency extraction as bolts of energy hit the walls behind their previous location.

"Damn!" Jennifer said, slamming her husband's fist on the table as she fell into the chair. "Those things were stronger than we thought."

"Yes, but at least we got them a run for their money," Daphnix said.

"That we did," Jennifer nodded in agreement.

The fleet is moving back into attack positions! Their ETA is less than 10 minutes!