“Earth doesn’t – didn’t – have much in the way of space travel,” Vincent went on. “We can reach low Earth orbit, and we’ve sent missions to the Moon. But through the Stargate, we can travel to thousands of other worlds… planets, if you call a universe a World. We’ve been searching for help and allies. To make a long story very short – the first time Dr. Daniel Jackson and Colonel O’Neill went through the ‘Gate, they encountered the Goa’uld; a parasitic alien race that had once ruled over Earth, and still ruled over humans across hundreds of planets. On Earth, our ancestors had rebelled, and sealed the ‘Gate. Given it took years to cross interstellar distances, the Goa’uld decided to deny Earth had ever existed, and simply forget anyone had dared challenge their power. When Jackson and O’Neill killed Ra to free Abydos… they were reminded.” A dark shrug. “Unfortunately, technology does advance. As of about a year ago, they can easily reach Earth.”
A year ago. Leon frowned. “So that’s not what pushed your World to Fall.”
“No.” Crimson glanced away. “For this… I need to sit down.”
As the echoes of Vincent’s story died into silence, Leon eyed the black flame huddled in the sniper’s lap. Tried to save a soul, and ended up destroying the world. Damn.
In a way, the most awful part of Vincent’s story was how long their World had survived. Most Worlds were swamped by the Heartless in an overwhelming wave; a tsunami of Darkness, sweeping everything away in a few nights of horror. Survivors were always shocked, but most of them were able to move on.
The Stargate had held out long enough for people to turn on each other. For Heroes to turn on each other. And from what Vincent hadn’t said, his Team had been right in the Heroes’ crosshairs.