The Sentinels: Prologue

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Summary:SG-1 has learned that not all the Ancients died out. Jack O'Neill is one of them. As enemies rise and fall the Sentinels are forced to come out of the shadows and take the stand as the Greatest Race impacting the course of history like never before. Slash

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Prologue

 

"Jeremiah hurry up!”

 

Of the old civilizations, the greatest was a humanoid race that originated in a galaxy different from our own. They started like every other, but their natural ability to remember things after being told once allowed them to advance quickly. They became known as the Ancients.

 

“Shut up Jonathan, I’m coming!”

 

As with every great civilization, there is something that brings upon their downfall. The Ancients however, didn’t fall, they split. Power comes in many different forms, the Alterans believed in obtaining this power through pure science and knowledge, while the Ori believed that their power could be increased through worship.

 

“Tired yet?”

 

When the two groups split, it was the Ori who remained in their home galaxy and the Alterans who left altogether. The split occurred far earlier then expected, the catalyst two boys who seemed normal enough until their twentieth birthday. They were the twins Jonathan and Jeremiah, born to a high ranking Alteran with an Ori leader for an older brother.

 

“You wish.”

 

Jonathan grinned, playfully shoved his brother and took off running again. The terrain around Auroros was natural and untouched by technology allowing him to out run Jeremiah by several feet. He ran to the edge of a high cliff that dropped down into a quarry of Naqahdah.

 

Jeremiah ran up behind him, breathing heavily, “No more brother, I can’t take it.”

 

“It’s our birthday, you’re suppose to have energy,” Jonathan said smiling.

 

Jeremiah scowled, “I have no where near the amount of energy you do and it’s been used on this stupid run away trip.”

 

“Come on Miah, we’re not running away, just leaving the crowd behind,” Jonathan said sitting on the edge of the cliff.

 

“Why are we here, you know it’s unstable.”

 

Jonathan flashed a cocky grin, “Thrill and risk.”

 

Jeremiah sighed but remained standing.

 

“How long before you think mom comes to kill us for skipping out?”

 

Jeremiah snorted, “Not long, your lack of excessive nature will be noticed.”

 

“Damn.”

 

Jeremiah laughed.

 

Both froze momentarily when they heard the distinctive sound of an explosion under them. The ground beneath them shook and before either of them could move they were falling.

 

Alerted to anything that went on in that quarry there were people on the scene almost immediately. They found both men buried under the rubble, dead. Fifteen hours later both started breathing again with no visible wounds or even scars. Their immortality is what caused the Ori and Alterans to split, and, in believing the Alteran ways, Jonathan and Jeremiah left as well. They and their children became known as the Sentinels.

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