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 "So, miss... Ka'turnal, right? I'm not pronouncing that wrong?"

"No, you're not."

"Miss Ka'turnal, what can you tell us about the G'uld?"

"First of all, it's 'Goa'uld', not 'G'uld.'"

"Right, sorry. Seems someone typo'd that on my briefing."

"As for what I can tell you about the Goa'uld." A hum, and a pause. "I could start with their long and rampant history of taking hosts that were not their own. Things I was not exactly present for, but remember just the same due to our long inbuilt genetic histories. But the Goa'uld empire as most know it today didn't exist back then. And even as it existed before the Goa'uld came to Earth would be unrecognizable."

"So how did the current galactic climate start?"

"As it always does, with one soul triumphing over the others and claiming themselves king, or the Grandest of Grandest System Lords..." A pause. "Of course, for most people in our galaxy, they would assume I was talking about when Ra took over Earth. But no. I'm talking about something very few people knew about, one of them being my former master, Lady Nirrti, and I through her memories."

"And what's that?"

"The day Anubis was kicked out from the council for consuming the symbiote of one of his rivals in a bid for power... in front of Ra, and the others." A pause follows, letting that sink in, and then, she continues, "Naturally, Anubis is quit the problem in our Galaxy right now."

"What can you tell me about Anubis?"

"First, I can tell you what he is not. He is not a Goa'uld. He's given up his physical form to become something else entirely. It's in becoming that something else that, while he wears the continued trappings of a Goa'uld System Lord, he acts in a way that is clearly different. He thinks himself above even the other Goa'uld. Claiming that he is the only true God among them. None of the Goa'uld are, on that we could agree if not for the fact that he thinks he is above it all by the nature of what he has become."

"And that is?"

"A monster."

"A monster?"

"It's quite simple really. He's not a mortal being made up of matter, but neither is he a near-immortal being made up of energy, nearly impossible to kill from the perspective of our existence. He is somewhere in between. An abomination. A monstrosity. A living Paradox. He has no DNA, yet he has a body. He is a creature of energy, and yet he is bound by the laws of gravity and must walk on the ground just the same as you or I." A pause. "He is a monster. A powerful one, yes... but he is a monster. A monster that has delusions of godhood, and, if rumors are to be believed... not even working alone."

"Oh?"

"I'm not sure if this is something I'm allowed to share on an interview or not, so if it turns out I've overstepped, do cut this line."

"Of course, naturally."

"...We have reason to believe Anubis is working with another monstrosity. A being who thinks himself a god above gods."

"I can't imagine how two megalomaniacs like that would ever get along."

"No, it's clear as day to me that whatever alliance Anubis and this other monster have, it's as stable as a slumbering volcano about to be pushed to its boiling point." A pause, a positive hum, accompanied by a nod. "Yes, I do believe that if we do not find a way to eliminate either in a timely fashion, they are going to turn on each other."

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EARTH DATE: DECEMBER 18TH, 1998.

DIASPORA DATE: 6/22/0002.

Your name is Jade Jackson, and you... you're dealing as best as you can.

It's winter break, and Major Strider and Aunt Roxy decided you, John, Rose, and Argo should spend the time in Diaspora, at least for a while, while they deal with all sorts of other stuff on Earth's side of things.

...Of course, they also decided that you should take your past selves along with you for the sake of keeping them away from a potentially depressing atmosphere.

Given that there had just been a GRUB MOLTING SEASON on Diaspora, Okurii apparently okayed the visit because KIDS NEED OTHER KIDS AS FRIENDS and DIPLOMATIC RELATION BUILDING between the galaxies, or whatever.

Honestly, you're mostly just amazed at the soon-to-be chaotic mess that's yet to explode into chaos.

"Yes!" Argo says, moving around a plastic Stegosaurus toy. "Yes! This is a rich and fertile land! We shall thrive! And we shall rule over this land and we shall call it...!" She pauses dramatically, much to the gasps of anticipation from the gaggle of kids in front of her, "This. Land."

Other reactions include: Young John claps excitedly. Young Rose squints suspiciously at the T-Rex figure held in her older self's hands. Young You, and the two Nepetas are completely enthralled by it.

Honestly, what's really freaking you out the most about all of this is the fact that Nepeta Strider and Nepeta Leijon, despite being born to two completely different galaxies, through two completely different means, and being entirely two separate species... Look absolutely identical in face, body mass, and wild tangles of hair.

Twins separated by a Galaxy- what the hell does this even mean?

"Well!" Rose counters, making her voice rough and gravely. "I think we should call it your grave!!"

"AH!" Argo yelps in her Stegosaurus voice, "Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!!"

The kids all gasp in shock at this (UN)SURPRISING DEVELOPMENT, except for Young Rose, who just whispers, "I knew it."

"WAH HA HA!" Rose's T-Rex laughs. "Mine is an Evil laugh! NOW DIE!" And then she lunges the T-Rex figure at the Stegosaurus figure. "RAR RAR RAR!"

"AAAH!" Argo's Stegosaurus cries out. "No! Oh dear god and heaven!! Help meee!"

"And then!" John suddenly picks up a rather large pillow, "A GIANT METEOR APPEARED IN THE SKY!!"

"AH!" Argo fake-yells. "That isn't what I had in mind!"

"And then the Giant Rock fell!!" John concludes, dropping the pillow down onto the 'stage' of the two dinosaur figures. "And they all died!!"

"Thus ended the age of the Dinosaurs on Earth," Rose says, smiling. "Any questions?"

Young Rose throws her hand into the air.

"Yes, Rose?" Rose asks.

"Was it the same meteor that almost crashed into Earth?" Young Rose asks.

"No, they were two completely different and unrelated meteors," Rose answers. "After all, this meteor was made out of pillow. That one was made out of Naquadah."

"...Cool," Young Rose says, and then puts her hand down.

While the other kids ask various questions, you lock eyes with John and he smiles that charming smile at you. The one that says 'Everything will be all right, just you wait and see!'

Le Sigh! If only it were that simple.

You get up and head to the kitchen of Joey's hive/house to get a drink of water.

Of course, you enter the kitchen right in the middle of a conversation between Okurii Leijon, Joey Claire, and Callie Ohphee, who must have just arrived during the 'performance' because she looks like she ran all the way here from the Stargate.

"-sure that Alternia's moons are collapsing," Callie says, "and there's nothing we can do to stop it."

"...What?" You ask, unable to keep it to yourself. Okurii and Joey glance at you, but, instead of shooing you away, motion for you to join in.

"I was about to ask the same thing," Joey says. "What do you mean they're collapsing?"

"It's... Right, sorry," Callie shakes her head. "It's the aftermath of us blowing up those two Goa'uld bomber ships, and I didn't catch on soon enough. The bastard clowns either had the foresight or the incredible luck to park their ships directly over some rather large fault lines that I never knew were there until they just started fracturing." She sighs. "Either way, it looks like the Naquadah enhanced explosions drove shock waves deep between the fault lines and started a chain reaction series of subterranean earthquakes that, if the explosions hadn't knocked the moons into a closer orbit than they originally were, probably wouldn't do much harm on their own."

"What does this mean for Alternia?" Okurii asks. "Specifically, I mean. My imagination is already going wild with horrible scenarios."

"First, the main problem isn't the earthquakes themselves, but the effect that the increased pull of Alternia's gravity will have on them," Callie says. "Think of the ship's explosions as... impacts on a ball in table stick-ball."

"What?" you ask, unfamiliar with that specific term.

"Pool," Joey clarifies. "She means the sticks hitting the balls to move them around."

"Yes," Callie nods. "A subtle nudge from the explosions has been rolling the moons closer, deeper into Alternia's gravity well. On their own, this would be a problem, but one we could fix with some reverse explosions to nudge them back into place." She pauses, then says, "The thing is we're past the point of no return already. The moons, even discounting already being unstable with the earthquakes, once they pass a certain distance, start to fall apart as Alternias' Gravity pulls them closer and closer and it causes more tidal forces within the moons themselves. Eventually..."

"Eventually?" Okurii asks.

"Eventually," Callie answers, "pieces of the moons are going to start falling down to Alternia's surface. Small pieces at first, but then larger and larger, and larger chunks as the moons shake themselves more and more, and get closer and closer. Eventually..." she shakes her head. "Eventually, the moons will reach a point where they're going to just fall apart, unable to hold themselves together by their own mass, instead drawn in entirely by Alternia's Gravity. For a time, we might have some very pretty, multi colored rings... but then it's all just going to fall down."

"And that's not even counting the Tides," Joey realizes. "Two moons extra from what Earth has... when they go away..."

"Exactly," Callie nods. "I'm sorry I didn't catch this sooner. We might have been able to do something about it, but..." She sighs. "Alternia is doomed."

"How long does the planet have?" Okurii asks.

"I'm not sure of the math, exactly," Callie admits. "It could be months, it could be a Sweep, hell, it could even be three Earth years. I only just figured out that this is happening, and I came to inform you as soon as I found out. It might take me months to figure out the proper numbers for everything and by then it could be too late."

"So, basically, start evacuations immediately, but take our time on it?" Okurii asks.

"Pretty much," Callie nods. "I'm really sorry I didn't catch it sooner.

"Don't be," Joey says suddenly. "There is one plus side to this otherwise bad news."

"What's that?" Callie asks.

"If things end up in our reality like they did in the other me's reality?" Joey smiles, "Well... we'll have the perfect battleground to stage a final fight. A whole planet that's already doomed and we don't HAVE to defend to our last breaths."

"She's right," Okurii says. "Options that wouldn't be on the table normally during a fight like that now suddenly are."

"Things like blowing up a sun," you remind. "Or laying a massive bomb inside one of the moons and blowing it up when someone we don't like gets too close!"

"Exactly," Joey nods. "...This might just be a blessing in disguise."

"I'll get to work drafting an evacuation notice," Okurii says. "Callie, get to work on the math for how long we have. I want exact numbers for how long it'd take to evacuate the entire planet, and how long we have until the planet is uninhabitable." She looks to Joey, "Keep an eye on Nepeta while I'm gone, would you?"

"Sure thing," she nods.

"I'll come with you, Callie," you volunteer. "I can help with the orbital mechanics stuff. Maybe we can shave a few months off of the math work?"

"Thanks, it's appreciated," Callie smiles, though sadly. "Blessing in disguise it may be, I still wish I could have caught it sooner."

"Yeah," you say, "I know that feeling well."


 

"Where's Jade gone off to?" You are now Rose Lalonde and as Argo and John have everyone except for your younger self clambering all over them (you've got her with you), you've managed to mostly get a break away from kid-duty long enough to find Joey and ask her what's going on.

"Something came up on Alternia that Jade thinks she can help Callie with," Joey answers.

"I see," you frown, shifting your younger self in your arms to better let her stare out the window at the forest outside. "Something bad?"

"Eh," Joey waves her hand through the air, "I'd give it a fifty-fifty split. If we can pull off a planet wide evacuation in time, it'll be pretty squarely in the good category, I think."

"Is it another meteor?" Your younger self asks, continuing to stare out the window.

"No," Joey laughs. "Nothing like that, thankfully... but eerily similar, in some respects."

"What kind of problem even is it, then?" You ask.

"Um, well..." Joey scratches at the back of her head. "Alternia's Moons are falling out of orbit and are going to crash down on the planet, eventually."

"Ah," you realize what this is. "Majora's Mask."

"...What's that?" Joey asks.

"...Er... what year is this again?" you ask.

"Ninety-Eight," your younger self supplies.

"Oh, right, sorry, I forgot that hasn't come out yet," you explain. "It's a Legend of Zelda game that comes out in April of 2000... or it did in my timeline, anyways."

"...I don't even know what that is," Joey says. "Jude's the gamer in this family, not me, remember?"

"Long story short, it features a moon that's crashing down to the planet below," you say. "It was a very interesting game. If you didn't manage your time right, or figure out a way to stop the moon from falling, you die. And again, and again..." You frown. "That's a thing with all video games, really, especially from this era. You do the wrong thing and die. You try again, but you wait too long and you die. You reload and respawn and try again and again... I wonder if there's some kind of meta-imprint on reality at this point?"

"Ah," Joey nods. "Yeah, that's..." She sighs. "I have no idea how to respond to that, Rose. I really don't."

"It was just some idle wondering, to be honest," you say. "No need to stress out over it."

"Alright," Joey nods. And for a few moments, you and she join your younger self in window gazing. Then, Joey asks, "So, can I ask you a question?"

"Depends," you say, somewhat warry of her tone of voice. "What are you asking?"

"How's you guys holding up?" Joey asks. "I mean, privately? If you're okay with sharing that sort of thing, sorta-moirails like you, Jade, and John are. They seem like they're doing okay to me, but... I worry, you know?"

"While I will call client-patient privilege on most things Jade and John," you say, "they're doing alright. John more than Jade, I think. He's worried about her, sure, but..." You frown. "I think John has never really believed that things would go smoothly, subconsciously. On some level I think he plays the fool to hide the fact that he worries about everything that's happening."

"The life you guys lived doesn't give him any hope that things will go better this time around either, I guess," Joey says.

"No," you agree. "It just means he has to be careful about who he forms attachments to. Outside of kids of people from the SGC, or people who aren't already involved in the program in some way, I don't think he's ever put an ounce of effort into trying to even befriend anybody at school. It's certainly frustrated some of our teachers, I think, but, then again, I've been rather frustrating to them too."

"You do have a way of frustrating people," Joey agrees, smiling friendly.

"As for Jade," you frown. "She's always been a friendly, extroverted sort. She tries reaching out to people, and she gives her friendship so easily... but even so, she's..." You're not sure how to put it... "In the past, before we started manifesting our powers, it was so much more genuine. After that, with all the secrecy and seclusion we had to live, she's... definitely more guarded about things. I'm not really sure how to say it."

"It's fine," Joey says. "I understand what you mean."

"She was reaching out to Doctor Jackson." You confess, "For the first time since we came back, she was trying to genuinely build a relationship with someone. Specifically, a relationship with her biological father that she never had originally and now it's been ripped out again. I'm afraid she's going to withdraw into herself more... or worse, bottle her emotions up inside behind a smiling mask until they turn into a seething anger at everything and everyone."

"Anger? Jade?" Joey asks, concerned. "She doesn't seem like the type to me."

"Mmh," you nod, grimly. "She told me the other night, she was afraid that if the other you hadn't shown up and accosted him when she did, that she would have hurt Skaara, worse than what happened, for putting Doctor Jackson in this kind of situation."

"Eesh," Joey grimaces. "Jude filled me in. Didn't other me give Skaara a Bloody Nose?"

"Apparently he ran into a door," you explain.

"Hrm." Joey frowns. "Hopefully, Callie can help her out a bit. Maybe working on this 'Majora' problem will give her something to work her anger out on?"

"Maybe," you chuckle. "I like the idea of calling it a 'Majora Problem' though. Most people won't figure out what that means back in Milky Way for another year, if ever, here."

"It feels like a fitting code na-" Joey pauses, mid sentence. "Ah. Kanaya and Kanaya are finally coming."

"Ah," you smile. "The esteemed play-date to introduce our younger, parallel selves."

"Mmh," Joey nods. "Here's hoping that turns out alright and they don't fight."

"If she picks on me, I'm gonna pick back," the younger version of yourself chimes in, for a while after being silent the rest of the conversation. You wonder how much she's picked up on, just staring out the window like that the entire-?

...Of course, it occurs to you that you yourself would have just as likely pretended to stare out the window while the adults were talking to learn things you probably shouldn't.

Oh well, you probably don't have anything to worry about.


 

EARTH DATE: DECEMBER 22TH, 1998.

DIASPORA DATE: 6/26/0002.

Your name is Tyzias Entykk, and you've got EVERYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!!!

"Of all the things to find while scouting for new settlement locations," you facepalm. "We just HAD to find an ancient, alien space craft wedged into a canyon."

There was a time limit on how much time you could afford to waste finding a way down the canyon walls to the spaceship near the middle, and then finding a way deeper into the ship itself... and unfortunately, you just don't see any of you having the time to rappel down on long enough ropes that you didn't bring with you.

"Daraya, Mark it on our map as something to return to," you decide.

"Already on it," she says, and you hear her pulling out a map to start sketching on.

Once the year turned over on Earth to "1999," Callie and Jade estimated that it would take a full Earth year to evacuate Alternia's population to Diaspora or other settle-able worlds, and that was best case. Worst case was that it would take about half a year more, and that was edging deeply into the "Alternia becomes uninhabitable" territory. Tides going crazy and such, not even counting the falling space rocks. (One such space rock has already smashed down on a town called Scaraback. It wasn't even a particularly large chunk of space rock either, but it was enough to turn the town into a crater.)

Time is already very much not on your side for so many, MANY things.

Like trying to figure out what the hell you're feeling inside your own head half the time anymore.

On the other side of the canyon, Xefros and Baizli are exploring that side of things. The four of you were assigned by Okurii to scout out this section of Diaspora's otherwise blank continental map. When you came up to the canyon's starting split point, you did METEOR, SHIELD, SWORDS to figure out who went what direction.

You wound up with Daraya.

Baizli is... Barzum, except with a different personality entirely. Identical physically in the face, except for how that face is often held idly. Barzum tends to be fairly neutral these days, though she was very scared back after you'd first rescued her. Baizli is all grins, most of the time, unless something's upset her horribly....

Something like realizing she had basically been mind controlling her sister for most of their lives.

You'll give the girl credit, she's backed well the fuck away once she understood that. She hasn't pressed once to see Barzum in all this time. Still, something unnerves you about her, and you know exactly what it is- she's a clown, and right now, a 'friendly clown' is about the furthest thing anybody in your culture has ever been raised to think POSSIBLE. It's a lot to work past, but at least you know what the problem IS and can work around it easily enough.

...Daraya is a whole other kettle of fish, though.

She's been a huge help to you since Amisia... well, since you stopped even bothering trying to stay awake in the aftermath of THAT little fiasco of a time travel experiment. You're not sure you'd ever have gotten back on your feet if she hadn't intervened. You're not blind. You could tell she felt either pale or flushed towards you, but... You haven't ever really been in the state to seriously consider quadrants. You've always been keeping to odd hours, and drinking unhealthy amounts of stimulants... And then while recovering from your own stupid self-induced years lack of sleep after deciding it just wasn't worth it to keep going?

You've really, really, tried not to think about it, but lately you just can't get the image of her at that card game out of your head. Every time she'd loose she'd glance at you in some indecipherable way and...

UGH. You think you've got a crush, too. And here you are, stuck with her, in the middle of a forest on an alien planet, walking along the edges of a canyon's edge...

How stupid is this? How stupid are you? You shouldn't be thinking about these kinds of things while the moons are crashing down on Alternia as you think these very words!! You need to be focusing on the job! The JOB! And not how shiny Daraya's lips look or how pretty the makeup on her eyes are---

NO! Dang it, Tyzias! Stop it! You are not a school girl with a crush!! (Well, you have the crush but the point is-) You are able to push past this and do your job! Once the job is done THEN you can worry about all this other stuff!! (Except...)

"Hey, I think I see a river up ahead, flowing downstream from somewhere to our right," Daraya says, pointing up ahead. "Think we should check it out, follow it for a bit?"

"Yeah," you agree. "Might be a good spot for a settlement near here."

And so you detour briefly to the side after radioing Xefros to let him know where you're going.

(Except the job is never done, is it? Not for you. You're always moving from one project to another, never stopping to think about yourself because the one time you DID you ended up saving Amisia who turned out to be a blood-based-paint-maker!! (And a serial killer too.))

You push all thoughts of this nature aside, however, as you and Daraya stumble upon a VERY LARGE OASIS of a massive spherical nature that seems to have been the end result of a rather large something with a spherical shield impacting the side of a small mountain.

Looking a bit closer... you realize there is another crashed spaceship resting within the center of it all- similarly overgrown with vegetation.

Some foreign, alien race once tried to settle Diaspora and crashed in the process.

"We need to let Okurii know," Daraya says, and you nod in firm agreement.

This... this whole area might not be settle-able... especially if there are any survivors.


 

EARTH DATE: DECEMBER 25TH, 1998.

DIASPORA DATE: 6/29/0002.

You're now JOHN SHEPPARD, and as far as holidays go... this one went alright, you guess. Your younger selves got all of the presents and attention and generally had a really great day. Right now Joey's distracting them all with Arai beetle swarms doing intricate patterns. Jude and Cassandra and then Rose and Kanaya shortly there after slipped out for separate dinner dates, leaving you, Jade, and Argo figuring out if you should do the same for dinner too, or if you should work together to fix something special for the younger versions of you all.

Honestly, whatever plans you'd all had in mind originally had ended up being scuttled with the news of Alternia's Moons, so supplies are in short supply at the moment.

"Let's go shopping," you decide. "Head to the market and get some supplies for dinner."

"After dealing with math equations and evacuation logistics, YES," Jade agrees. "Let's just go ahead and do something fun!"

"Yeah," Argo nods. "What were you thinking, John?"

"Nothing too fancy," you say, "but something seasonal, I guess?"

The three of you spit-ball out ideas to make as you head out down the road from Joey's hive back to the town. The town that was almost certainly going to have to be renamed something other than "Diaspora Settlement 1" eventually.

By the time you get to the market, you've settled on just making PIZZAS. So you get the ingredients for that- or rather, the ingredients for the local styling of "Flavor Disks" that are as close to pizza as you get in this galaxy.

By the time you get back to Joey's place, everyone is hungry and eager for dinner. So you three get to work on the pizza making as soon as possible

As you work, you can see the tension in Jade's shoulders relaxing away as she pounds at the pizza dough to get it flattened out. All of the stress from Daniel Ascending, to working on the MOON PROBLEM to try and distract her from that, to helping out with evacuation planning where she could. Argo laughs at some joke you made, and Jade smiles.

For a few moments, everything is right in the world.

And then one solid thwack on the counter happens in time with a finally released sob from Jade, followed by the entire room shaking, ruining the moment as you quickly pull Jade outside and well away from Joey's house before her powers run amok and start ruining things. You barely hear Argo promising to get the pizzas cooking in the mean time, and run distractions for everyone else. That's all she can do right now, and you appreciate it a lot.

"I feel so useless!" She yells, kicking at a rock that goes flying deeper into the forest. "What's the point of changing history if people we care about still DIE!? I want to go back again! I want to stop it from happening!! I- Why!? WHY!?" she stomps her foot on the ground and you feel a bit lighter on your feet... there are also a few nearby twigs and small rocks starting to float into the air. "And I can't even put two MOONS back together and in a safe orbit!! Even if I HAD the power to do i, I can't do anything about it because it's already too late! Their orbits are just- just- So WRONG!!"

All you can do is pull her into a hug, settle down on the ground, and let her cry the frustrations out. A few tree branches start twisting and snapping in the mean time.

You're all so powerful it's scary. You, Rose and Jade got a taste of what would happen if you were stronger with those armbands- what could happen if you push yourselves to extremes. You're not sure what Argo could do when pushed to her limit, but you sincerely hope you're never in a situation where you have to find out. Her abilities to slow people's perception of time are already absurdly overpowered as it is.

There's really nobody else in existence except you four who know what you're going through. With dead timeline branches, and all the chaos of life as it is...

Sometimes, you wish you could just start fresh with no expectations from other people about who you are and what you can do. Not exactly running away from it all, but... just...

You wish there was a place that you all didn't have to hold back all the time.

After a few minutes of the world seeming so unstable, things finally settle down, and...

"John?" Jade asks, sniffing.

"Yeah?" You ask back.

"I don't want to lose anything or anybody else ever again," she says, pressing her face up against your neck. "If we have a chance to stop something bad from happening... I want to stop it. And the next thing, and the thing after that too."

"We gotta take some breaks sometime, Jade," you say. "Besides, Joey's team and SG-1 have all had a pretty good run stopping things, right? Across two galaxies? That's a pretty good track record, isn't it?"

"But bad things still happen," she whimpers, kind of like a puppy, even as she presses a hand against your chest over your heart and grips at your shirt like a lifeline. "We could've stopped this thing with the moons. We could have saved Dad."

"Without the bad things happening, how can we enjoy the good ones?" You ask.

"I..." You know she's frowning from the tone of her voice. "Damn it, I don't have a good argument against that, John."

"Yeah, I kinda figured." You say.

You both keep to yourselves for a few more minutes, before you hear Argo calling out from the house saying that the Pizzas would be coming out soon.

And so, you and Jade begin walking back towards Joey's house/hive.

"John," she begins, gripping at your right hand with both of her hands. "Promise me that wherever we're going next... we'll be going together?"

"I promise," you smile at her. "Even if it's to a whole other galaxy nobody's ever explored before. We'll go together."

For a few moments, Jade has this surprised look on her face, then, she finally smiles back, and nods in acceptance.

Neither of you need to say anything at this point. You both just know.

Everything is going to be alright.

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EARTH DATE: JANUARY 1ST, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 7/4/0002.

ROUGHLY 383 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE (MATH STILL IN PROGRESS, BEST CASE GUESTIMATE!).

"P3W-451."

Six characters in sequence, a designation of a name, enough to send chills down the spines of everyone who hears it.

Your name is Jude Harley, and the nightmare this one string of letters caused you has haunted you for years. The fate of SG-10, consisting of HENRY BOYD, JESSICA MCLEOD, JONATHAN REED, and ROGER WATTS has been one of great concern to only certain people in the SGC, as most believe the team to be long dead.

Beyond yourself, only SG-1, Major Strider, and Aunt Roxy seem inclined to even consider a way to rescue them. And, well, time is ticking and running short. Tick tock, time is dead SG-teams.

So.... ever since your strange, techno-building powers have come into play, you've been designing something in the back of your mind. Something that could fix everything. It wasn't until all this nonsense with the moons falling down happened that something clicked.

And you designed a GRAVITY SHIELD.

If this thing works out how you think it will, it could be a potential bandaid to the moon problem. Maybe it could buy Alternia a few more months or weeks, at least?

But at any rate, there's only one way to really stress test this thing, and that's flying into a Black Hole and back out again, preferably with SG-10 onboard.

Well, you mean, you have to BUILD IT first, after all.


 

You happen to visit Callie's lab at the same time Major Carter is visiting to help with the MOON PROBLEM- not that there's much Carter thinks that anyone could do about it.

"And even if we could convince the Ascended beings of our Galaxy to help out, I don't think they're going to be able to do anything," Carter finishes as you enter the room. "The problem we're facing isn't one of 'can we stop this and reverse it?' but more 'should we use time travel to stop it from happening to begin with?'"

"I agree," Callie says. "Clearly we haven't already undone it yet, so we're either on the path towards jumping back to undo it, or-"

"Or we have a reason to let it go through," you say.

"Yes, that," Callie nods. "Hello, Jude."

"Hey, Jude," Carter smiles briefly. "What's up?"

"I had an idea that could solve two problems at the same time, potentially," you say. "Or at the very least, solve one issue and postpone another."

"You want to build something," Carter deduces.

"Yeah," you nod. "I've got a design in my head for a device that should be powerful enough to protect any object, say a space ship, from the gravity pull of a black hole."

There's silence for a moment, then Carter says, "That could protect the moons from Alternia's Gravity. If we could isolate them long enough to push them back into orbit-"

"I already thought of that," Callie interjects. "Although to be honest I was thinking more along the lines of Jade's powers, but still. Similar enough."

"Anyways, the moons are just a secondary concern for me," you say. "Really, more a possible secondary application of this tech that could be useful outside of the original use."

"Which is...?" Carter leans in, looking interested.

And then you say those six characters. "P3W-451."

There's silence for a moment again, and then...

"SG-10!" Carter exclaims. "You think this device could let us get to them and rescue them from the Black Hole?"

"That's the hope," you say. "And if this works the way I think it does, then we can try up scaling it for the moons."

"You two get working on building, then," Callie says, moving to leave, "I'll go find Jade and run some experiments on whether or not isolating the moons from Alternia's Gravity would even work. Don't make a mess of my lab while I'm gone!!"

"Let's get to work," Carter says, smiling at you with a hopeful look in her eyes.


 

EARTH DATE: JANUARY 2ND, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 7/5/0002.

ROUGHLY 382 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE (MATH IS FUZZY STILL).

Hours of work later, and a night of rest before traveling back to Milky Way later, you've got just one more hurdle to overcome before your work can be considered complete- convincing General Hammond to go through with this plan.

"So... Just so I'm sure that I'm understanding this, you want to install an untested piece of technology that Jude's designed out of thin air to first A: attempt to rescue SG-10 from P3W-451, and secondly B: use it to attempt to stabilize Alternia's Moons and keep them from collapsing?" He asks, to which you nod. "And in order to complete the construction of this device's first prototypical form, you want to install it into a cargo ship that has crash landed and been repaired no less than twice each?"

"We're fairly certain this can work, Sir," Carter says.

"And if it doesn't?" Hammond asks.

"Best case we're down a ship with a working hyperdrive for a few months," Carter says. "Worst case... we get stranded on 451 and never come back."

"Have you asked Cassandra for chances of success?" Hammond asks.

"We, uh-" You face palm. "We completely forgot to ask Cassie, didn't we?"

"We did, yeah," Carter sighs in lament. "We got so caught up in designing the device we didn't check."

"For the moment, I'll let you work to modify the cargo ship," Hammond decides, "I won't authorize any actual testing of the device until it's completed AND we've asked Cassandra for the chances of success."

"Thank you, Sir," you and Carter say.


EARTH DATE: JANUARY 3RD, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 7/6/0002.

ROUGHLY (!!!???) DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE (MATH HIT A ROADBLOCK IN THE FORM OF A LARGE CHUNK OF THE GREEN MOON BREAKING FREE ON A ROGUE COURSE AND THEN CRASHING INTO BOTH PINK MOONS AND CAUSING THE SMALLER OF THE TWO TO SPLIT INTO TWO PIECES).

It takes about another day of work to get the Cargo Ship's shield generators retrofitted to accept the mostly-built gravity shield generator you'd designed. You're only half-way finished, though when you come across the problem of POWER SUPPLY.

You'd designed this thing to be based off of a Zero Point Energy Module without realizing it.

That's a whoopsie you're not sure how to account for, and so you're mulling over how to solve the problem by way of randomly meandering through the SGC when you find yourself in the Mirror Room during an apparently unscheduled Keiko and Silica visit from their world.

"We finished checking over that ZPM you guys found just incase it was what we thought it was," you hear Keiko saying as you enter the room. "And it was."

"Wait, you're serious?" Doctor Mckay asks. "The Zed P.M. they found in the other Galaxy is from Silica's world?"

"It had all the ambient traces of energy that my world's versions have that Keiko's world's versions don't," Silica agrees, placing the ZPM in question onto a table.

"Well, that's convenient timing," you say.

"What is?" Keiko asks, turning to look at you.

"We need a ZPM to power a gravity shield generator," you say. "Maybe two, long term, if the test works."

"Why would you need two?" Silica asks.

"Yes, why," Mckay asks, glancing at you in suspicion. "It wouldn't have anything to do with why Carter suddenly skipped town for Alternia the other day and came back with you and a box full of odd equipment?"

And so you explain the plight at hand, well, the Moons first, then SG-10's potential rescue second.

Keiko looks horrified at the SG-10 stuff, while Silica get shocked mostly from the moon instability.

Then, Mckay says, "There's no way you can shield against the gravity of a black hole."

"Of course you can!" Silica says. "It's just really. REALLY. Hard to do it. But I'm not sure that it'd help with the Moon instability."

"Yeah," Keiko nods. "Isn't the problem at that point the fact that the moons are already collapsing? Even if you make them ignore the planet's gravity, they're kind of already falling apart to the point they're just going to fall apart in different directions, and the inertia is still going to keep carrying them towards the planet, and once they're out of the nullifying gravity field... they're just going to get pulled right back in anyways."

"Still," Silica says, "we can help you get the gravity device working- the least we can do is help you save that team."

And so you take your two new construction recruits and the ZPM to Major Carter's lab to tell her the good news re: power issues. Mckay follows out of sheer curiosity, you suspect.


 

EARTH DATE: JANUARY 4TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 7/7/0002.

ROUGHLY 360~ISH DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE (BEST CASE ESTIMATE? WHO NEEDS THOSE! HAHA. MORE LIKE MEDIUM-TIERED ESTIMATE).

It takes a few more hours of round the clock work from you, Carter, Mckay, and Keiko and Silica to finish off the last of the major work, and to test every circuit to hold a charge, but it's finally finished.

The Cargo Ship's shields have been completely modified to protect against a black hole.

The next thing all of you do is pass out on the nearest available surface- for you, that's a work table outside of the cargo ship.

"Jude!"

Your name is Jude Harley and you scream as you snap awake after something cold gets pressed against the back of your neck.

"Argh- What!?" you glance around the hangar bay with the Tel'tak inside, then, turning around, you find Cassandra standing there, with a semi-frozen water bottle in hand. "Oh- Cassie. When did you get back?"

"Just about an hour ago," she says. "I've done just about everything I can over there. We've charted out the most likely places for Supergates to be hidden, and that's about all I can do since I can't be in five places at once." She offers you the water bottle, and you take it. "Also, I heard you guys were nearly done working on this project, and Hammond asked me to give an estimate on success. So I came back early."

"That's cool," you say, opening the bottle by twisting off the lid, and then taking a sip of the cool, refreshing, still ice cold liquid within.

Bwah! That's good- and COLD.

"Thanks, Cassie," you say. "When's John and the others coming back?"

"School doesn't start again until next Monday, so everyone's coming back the 8th, Friday," Cassie says. "Today's the 4th, incase you forgot."

"Four days," You say after doing the math, and looking up at the Cargo ship. "I've got four days then to make sure this is working right." You frown, then look to Cassie, "Chances if I go along with them that if something goes wrong I can fix it?"

"Hmm," Cassie considers it. "Pretty good odds." Then she frowns, "Of course, the fact that I'm feeling that positively about you being able to FIX things means-"

"Something's going to break, right," you glare ever briefly at the Cargo Ship's exterior. "This mission is going to happen no matter what Hammond decides, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Cassie nods. "I'm pretty sure even if Hammond doesn't okay the mission, Colonel O'neill's gonna try stealing the ship and going off with SG-1 to rescue SG-10."

"So, should we sneak onboard and wait for them to hijack it like you did with Rose and the X-301?" You ask.

"Hmm," Cassie considers it. "I feel like things work better for you guys if I stay behind to... do something, I guess? Kinda vague feeling at the moment. I'd guess maybe I cover for you guys?"

"Maybe," you frown. "Or, maybe you do something else."

"Like what?" Cassie asks.

"If things go wrong and you feel a cascade of misfortune happening, I think you should be the one to pull the trigger on a time travel mission," you decide. "Go back far enough to stop Alternia's moons from deorbiting, and then we'll come back and revisit this whole 451 rescue plan some other time."

"...Yeah," Cassie nods. "That's a good idea. I'd be the one who'd know best if something went wrong with the timeline as it is, right? Better that I stay behind to pull the trigger on fixing things and not stuck in the middle of it all."

"Yeah," you say. "Sorry to put the weight on you for it, but-"

"Don't," she says. "I'm going to tell Hammond that chances are better if he okays the mission, and you go along with it, for everything to go right."

"Will it, though?" You ask.

In response, she kisses you, and then smiles and says, "Now, that'd be telling, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, fair enough," you say.


 

Your name is George Hammond, and as you look over the reports that Major Carter and Doctor Mckay have put forth, you think...

This could work.

And as you listen to Cassandra Fraiser say that this is the best chance that you might ever have at rescuing SG-10 from their doom...

You feel a bit of hope.

...But Cassandra doesn't mention whether or not this same technology could save Alternia's moons, and even her saying that Jude going along to repair any damage feels... like she's saying it just to say it.

In fact, you get the feeling it doesn't MATTER one way or the other whether you approve Jude Harley to go along for the ride or not. You get the feeling he's going to go no matter what you do. But you also get the feeling Jude alone might not be enough.

So, you decide to approve SG-1's mission to rescue SG-10, but instead of fielding Jude Harley to fix things, you'll field Rodney Mckay instead, knowing Jude will sneak along anyways.

You can only hope that this will lead to the best outcome.


 

Your are now DOCTOR RODNEY MCKAY and for some idiotic reason you've been assigned to- to- to a DANGEROUS RESCUE MISSION THAT WILL PROBABLY GET YOU KILLED!!! A Black Hole- you're going to be flying STRAIGHT INTO A BLACK HOLE!!

WHY!?!?

You don't have any personal stake in this and yet here you are being assigned to go rescue people from a freaking BLACK HOLE! Why not send the kid who was so insistent on building this device in the first place!? Hell- why not ask someone to pop into a jail cell and grab someone who you don't like- you don't know- that Maybourne guy??

Wasn't he in jail??

Or... maybe you heard something about him escaping or something???

Still- surely there's no shortage of bad guys you don't like who you could send hurtling into a black hole to do this job, right??

It's an hour out from earth to P3W-451 that Major Carter opens the escape pods and out from one of them tumbles Jude Harley, because of COURSE he'd sneak onboard. But what does catch you off guard is Major Davis Strider tumbling out of one of the other ones.

"What's he doing here?" You ask out of annoyance- because if he was coming anyways why did YOU get stuck on this job??

"Nice to see you too, Mckay," Jude rolls his eyes.

"Welcome aboard, Jude," O'neill says, sounding not at all angry at his presence. "Strider? The hell?"

"Karkat told me you guys would be going to 451, and I have a score to settle with that Black Hole," Strider says.

"Of course," Carter says, "we forgot to ask the local source of future knowledge if he knew if we succeeded or not... ALSO we forgot to ask him what we did to fix Alternia's Moons!"

"Yeah, he said you'd say that," Strider rolls his eyes behind those shades- or, well, you'd assume that's what he's doing. Seems like the kind of thing he'd do. "Also, he was wondering when you'd get around to asking him if it happened the first time or not. Answer is yes it happened. And answer also to that next question is 'no, we did something more awesome than fix the moons, dumbass.' His words exactly, except, you know, more shouty, in that adorable gravel-ly sort of way."

"So our Mission to 451 will be a success?" Teal'c inquires from the driver's seat.

"Asked that too, myself," Strider pauses, then says, "Karkat's answer was a smug ass smirk and 'Spoilers.'"

"That's got to be the most infuriating one word reply in the history of ever," you lament.

"Something 'more awesome than fix the moons'?" Carter repeats, sounding rather intrigued by it. "I can't wait to see how That one turns out."

You.... you're honestly kind of intrigued yourself. Fixing collapsing moons is one thing, a miraculous feat in and of itself if accomplished, but doing something MORE AWESOME than that?

Your name is RODNEY MCKAY and you're going to survive this mission JUST to see what that is out of pure spite.

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EARTH DATE: JANUARY 6TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 7/9/0002.

ROUGHLY 333~ISH DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE ('WHAT IS A WORST CASE ESTIMATE?' ALEX, FOR TWO THOUSAND).

After two days of hyperspace travel, P3W-451 appeared in the front window.

Your name is COLONEL JACK O'NEILL, and you're currently outside of the gravity pull of the massive Black Hole that's consuming a star and a planet and everything else in the solar system.

"Running a scan of the disk..." Carter reports, but you think that's mostly for her own benefit.

"It's nice to finally get to see this bastard face to face," Strider mumbles to himself. "Time to deliver some right and proper payback, I say. Snatch our friends right out from the jaws of defeat and make that black hole go hungry. Only sandwich this loudmouth's getting is the salty sardine filled sandwich of 'whos your daddy' piled high with 'want some more bomb to the face?'"

...You're not going to interrupt, because those are some mighty interesting insults he's brewing up.

Doctor Mckay... he just looks faint staring at it, mumbling variations on "Why am I even here?" over and over again.

Jude Harley... he's got that look in his eyes. The same one you saw in his father before he brought you to his basement to use the Stargate there to save Earth from Apophis' two motherships. Today is about to get very interesting.

"How you holding up, Teal'c?" You ask, seeing the Jaffa look rather... hmm, pensive, you'd guess it the world.

"Every instinct in my natural body is telling me to run away," Teal'c says. "Even my trained, and honed warrior skills as a First Prime trained Jaffa are telling me there is no shame in running away from such a place." He pauses, "However, I feel that to attempt such a surely insane feat of pointless self sacrifice... and to win? ...There will be no greater way to tell the universe at large that there is no obstacle we cannot overcome." He cracks a rare smile, "I will tell my son of this day for years to come. The day that even a dying star's will was denied. If not even a black hole can stand against our combined wills, then what hope do the Goa'uld who claim to be gods have to stand in our way?"

Everyone, even yourself, stare at Teal'c for a moment, shocked at the amount of raw energy in those words that he had just said...

And so you say the only thing you can, "I've got nothing that can top that, and neither do they."

"Indeed," Teal'c nods.

"I found the planet," Carter exclaims suddenly. "It's still in the accretion disk, and looks to still be intact."

"Any sign of Vorash's sun?" You ask.

"Not yet," Carter says. "The planet's not burnt to a crisp yet."

"Good," you say. "Jude, Carter, Mckay, fire up the anti-gravity shield, and Teal'c, take us in when they're done."


 

Your name is DAVIS STRIDER and holy shit you can FEEL how fucked up time is with this gravity shield on. Everything outside of a firm bubble is just D-------EAD to the world, but everything within is just ticking along just fine.

"Anyone else feel like we're trudging through molasses?" You ask.

Colonel O'neill looks at you, then blinks, slowly, intentionally slowly, so intentionally slowly that you know he's messing with you. "No," he says, "of course not."

And so you continue towards the planet without much conversation, at least, until you reach the planet, and things start sparking in the back room.

"Damn it!" Carter yelps. "Sir! We've got a problem!"

"What kind of problem, Carter?" O'neill asks.

"The kind where the cargo ship's shield generators aren't designed for this kind of continuous strain," Carter says. "If we try to extend the anti gravity field downwards to encompass the Stargate area, to ring SG-10 onboard we might fry them."

"So how do we get SG-10 onboard?" You ask.

"Basically," Mckay chimes in, "we're taxing the emitters by running too MUCH current through them. They're going to fry really quickly if we try to extend the shield to collect SG-10. The same happens if we don't give them time to cool down first, and then we'll be stuck here permanently. It'll be better off for us if we turn the anti-gravity generators off, and bring SG-10 onboard without extending the field to bring them into our flow of time first."

"Carter? Jude?" O'neill asks.

"He's right," Carter says. "It's the only option I can think of either."

"We could fix things if they burn out," Jude says, "but there's no telling how long that would take."

"So..." O'neill pauses. "Better to not risk burning out the thing keeping us safe from the time dilation by shutting off the thing keeping us safe from the time dilation?"


 

SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1996.

"DAMN IT!" Captain Roger Watts yells from the DHD. "This is pointless, Sir! It won't stay open!"

Your name is MAJOR HENRY BOYD, and you grimace. "Keep trying," you tell him, looking up at the sky.  That massive, damned Black Hole that was a tumultuous, twisted, churning nightmare that could have been a creature straight out of Lovecraft if it were given tentacles.

For the tenth time, the Stargate refused to lock. For a moment, it had been active, and then shut off. Then, miraculously, it was active again, as if someone had dialed in- for all of a few seconds, during which, nearly simultaneously, a MALP had appeared out of thin air, a pen on a chain had suddenly buried itself in the sand next to the DHD, a shower of glass, and then a twisted corpse of a man came flying through the gate's eventhorizon and the thing had shut off again.

Twisted, it seemed, by trying to come through the Stargate to a planet in orbit of a Black Hole.

"Sir?" Lieutenant Jessica McLeod asks suddenly- her voice sounds as shaky as your insides feel right now. "I've been thinking about why the Gate won't activate."

"Go on," you say, starting to walk over to her.

"The Gravitational force of the-" She stammers over the words "Black Hole", and corrects herself, "of the black hole would create a massive time distortion effect."

"A what?" You frown.

"Time here will be moving much slower than back on Earth, sir." McLeod says, "Much Slower. The gate was probably open for half an hour at the SGC, but here... just a second."

"...And the body?" You ask, trying not to look at the mound of sand you'd taken the time to burry the poor unfortunate soul under, for all the good it would do.

"...Probably someone from the SGC who tried to come rescue us, Sir," she says. "The gate was visibly open for a lot longer for that time. A MALP got sent through to check on us, I'd guess, and then..."

"And then?" You ask.

"And then they tried to shut the Gate down," she says- voice going bleak. "I... I don't think we're getting out of this, sir."

Your thoughts turn to your daughter- Lucy. Her tiny arms around your neck, her delighted smiles when you come home. 'Daddy!' you can practically hear her crying now.

You swallow. "I won't accept that, Lieutenant."

Your wife, Heather, having to explain why you were never coming home to Lucy, barely old enough to understand.

"They'll find a way to come get us. They won't leave us here."

And then- like God himself proving you right- something strange happens the moment you make that declaration.

Something BIG blurs over head- moving faster than it would seem possible in this kind of environment- it looks like some kind of alien craft.

It seems to zip around above you in a massive circle for a moment.

"Sir!?" Lieutenant Jonathan Reed cries out- "What is that thing!?"

And then there's a moment of clarity as the air around the THING shimmers, and then suddenly it solidifies into the shape of a ship. "Boyd!" The familiar, god blessed voice of Colonel O'neill barks out. "Get your team in a circle around the MALP, NOW!"

"Yes, SIR!" You radio back, and then look to Reed, answering, "That would be SG-1!!"

You all get in a circle around the MALP, and then the THING's belly opens up and- BRRRRRMMMM- You NEVER thought you'd ever be so glad to HEAR or SEE transportation rings in your entire life.

VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM!!!

VARROOOOOSSHH! The light washes over you, and the desert of P3W-451 vanishes around you, to be replaced by the warm, lovely interior of whatever ship it is SG-1's commandeered.

VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM VRRM!!!

And as the Rings wash away into the floor, you see Colonel O'neill and Major Strider both standing there, looking a few years older, but definitely still them.

"We've got them!" O'neill yells. "Get the shields back up!"

"On it!" Major Carter yells from somewhere in the background... And then something sparks and explodes, very loudly.

"Ow! Damn it, Mckay! I told you not to shut it down without discharging the capacitors first!" comes a capricious, teenaged voice. They brought a teenager on this mission??

"So sue me, I thought it'd save time on the boot up sequence!" comes an annoyed, unfamiliar voice that you don't recognize.

"Did we get the MALP?" And then out from a back room door emerges a MUCH older Jude Harley- the teenager you'd heard talking before. "Okay! Good! Davis, help me strip out the fuses and capacitors from it. We need to replace the ones that Mckay blew, and replace them fast before Vorash's sun comes calling."

"Right," Strider heads over to help the kid start taking the MALP apart, and you turn to look at O'neill.

"With all due respect. What the hell is going on, Sir?" You ask.

"Long story short," O'neill answers, "We're in the middle of rescuing you. Sorry it took so long."

"How long were we stuck on the planet?" McLeod asks.

"Well, the year's 1999, so make of that what you will," Strider remarks as he and the kid pry off the back of the MALP.

...Ninteen Ninty Nine!? Three Years!? You've been-- you missed out on three years of Lucy's--

"Look, Boyd, take your team, find a seat, and enjoy the view while it lasts," O'neill says. "That's an order, Boyd. We'll deal with the escape part for now. Right?"

All you can do is nod in acceptance and lead your team to look out the window as you wait for the egg-heads to save the day.


 

Your name is JUDE HARLEY and you're sort of FREAKING OUT over the fact that the capacitors blew even after you TOLD Mckay to discharge them first and he DIDN'T and URGHHHH.

"Sometimes, Cassie, your predictions are awesome, but they also suck," you can't help but mutter as you try to fit a new capacitor into the slot of the old one.

"I believe we have a problem," Teal'c reports suddenly about five minutes into what's probably a MUCH LONGER DELAY IN REAL TIME.

"What kind of problem!?" Carter calls out.

"The Stargate has begun dialing in," Teal'c says.

"Oh, Fuck," Carter swears a rare swear from her.

"What?" You hear McLeod asking. "What's that mean?"

"Teal'c, get us as high up from the surface as you can, but STILL within line of the Stargate, BACK FACING IT!" You yell. "And get the hyperdrive ready for a jump to the nearest planet with a Stargate! I'm going to try something that might fry the emitters out entirely, so we're only going to get one shot at this!"

"Well of course we're only going to get one shot at this!" Mckay gripes, then looks to you, with a serious, somewhat frightened look on his face, "If this doesn't work we're going to be vaporized by Vorash's sun anyways, so tell me and Sam what we need to do so we DON'T get burnt to a crisp."

"Right-" and so you dollop out instructions as quickly as you can.


 

You're now TEAL'C. You wonder just what the young Jude Harley is cooking up now... and you hope it is not you and your team on a grill made of solar matter.

"What's going on, Jack??" Boyd asks, wary.

"See, we kinda had to dial P3W-451 and throw a Stargate into a sun to try to kill Apophis," O'neill answers.

"So, what's coming through that Stargate-?" Boyd asks.

"Is a fuck ton of stellar mass burning bright siphoned straight out from the middle of a star to coax it into exploding," Strider answers.

"How lovely," Boyd remarks. "Please tell me you atleast killed the Bastard with this insane stunt of yours?"

"We destroyed 98% of his fleet," you supply. "However, the finishing blow that killed Anubis happened in another Galaxy that we all accidentally landed in due to either intentional sabotage or a freak accident of luck."

"Apophis is still dead, though," O'neill supplies. "So what if it was by beheading rather than incineration?"

"Let's hope we don't get hit by that, then," Boyd remarks.

"GATE STATUS?" Jude yells from the back, and you look at the sensor feeds.

You report back: "The Fifth Chevron has just started locking!"

"EVERYONE STRAP IN!" Jude yells, "THIS IS GOING TO BE A BUMPY RIDE!"

"Say, Teal'c," O'neill asks you. "What do you think they've got in mind back there?"

"ACTIVATING ANTI-GRAVITY FIELD IN EXTENDED FORMATION," Carter yells out. "NOW!"

The fifth Chevron finally locks-

"ACTIVATING REAR SHIELDS IN REVERSED ANGLE FORMATION," Mckay yells as The sixth chevron locks, faster than the last several ones. "NOW!"

"I believe the plan is to ride the imminent solar flare by gripping tightly onto it with all ten of our toes, O'neill," you remark as the seventh chevron locks. You hear the "WAA WAA KAWOOOSH!" inside your head as the sensors confirm the Gate activated.

"Don't you get smart with me, Teal'c," O'neill remarks, with that tone of voice that says he got the joke you were aiming for. "You know perfectly well the phrase is 'Hang Ten.'"

"Wait, what?" Strider asks. "Are you saying what I think you're saying and that we're about to-?"

And then the stellar matter bursts forth from the Stargate eventhorizon and crashes against the back of the Tel'tak's shield and--- WHUUUUUUUUUUMP--- you can FEEL THE ACCELERATION, throwing you back into your chair.

"HYPERDRIVE, NOW!" Jude yells.

And so you hit the switch for the Tel'tak's hyperdrive, with the pre-programmed coordinates in place, and the already rapidly changing blur of light and matter BLURS into motion even faster and then-

WHOOMP!

-It's over, and you're suddenly hurtling out of the exit hyperspace window careening past meteors and other planets, on a course headed straight towards P3X-500.

Except you're going WAY TOO FAST and the deceleration drive isn't responding fast enough- no, in fact, even the engines have stalled out. Also, you have no shields. This is going to be 'FUN.' You report as such, "Engines are offline! Shields are also Offline!"

"Oh- Crap in a Hat!" Someone yells- you're not sure who- it could have been just about everyone at once for all you care.

"We're on it!" Carter's voice, you pick up as clear as day, though.

It seems Jude Harley was right- this is an EXTREMELY BUMPY RIDE. You do what you can to try and slow down with reversing thrusters, but it doesn't seem to work.

And then right before the lack of engines would be a problem as you would be entering the atmosphere, the engines come back online- just barely at 50% capacity, according to the scanners. But that will do.

You pull the Tel'tak into a better angle for re-entry of the atmosphere, and pray that the lack of shields won't--

And then the Shields come back online- not even at 20%, but you'll take it.

Somehow, you manage to bring the Tel'tak to a crash landing that barely feels like one. (However, when you later look outside and see the long TRENCH the cargo ship has carved into the terrain behind it, you see that there was quite a bit of force behind that landing.)

Unfortunately, according to what little readings you managed to get from long range scanners before they went out in the crash, it seems you're nowhere near the Stargate.


 

Your name is Rodney Mckay and holy shit you just escaped a BLACK HOLE by re-configuring the Gravity Shields to encompass the Stargate long enough to funnel in a large chunk of stellar matter from Vorash's Sun into a CONCAVE SHAPED SHIELD that served as a means of funneling the energy backwards like a rocket thruster!
You don't even care that you crashed afterwards or are miles from the Stargate- you escaped a BLACK HOLE!!!

You laugh like a madman for a minute because- HOLY SHIT- YOU JUST ESCAPED FROM A BLACK HOLE!!!

"Is this what it's normally like for you guys?" You ask Samantha. "Are you always cutting it so close?"

"Sometimes, yeah," she laughs as well, but it's more of a 'haha, wow, yeah, what the hell were we thinking?' kind of laugh.

"So," Colonel O'neill begins as he walks into the back of the room. "How should I name this crazy plan on the mission report? 'Operation Surf's Up'? 'Operation Cowabunga'?"

"Operation Slingshot," Jude chimes in from where he's colapsed on the floor and you honestly can't blame the kid. That was a crazy plan he came up with in just seconds.

"Slingshot?" O'neill asks, and recieves a grunt of affirmation instead of any kind of response.

"Because we negated the gravity pull from the Black Hole on the thrust from Vorash's sun that punched us into hyperspace," Samantha clarifies for Jude.

"Alright then," O'neill claps his hands. "So what do we do about the ship?"

"There's no way we're going to get it flying again anytime soon," Jolinar's voice springs forth from Samantha's mouth. "We'll be better off walking to the Stargate if it's on the same landmass as we are."

"I wonder how long we were stuck in the time dilation field," You muse. "It was only minutes for us, but it could have been years for all we know."

And then, in answer to your question, your radios all buzz, and a somewhat familiar voice comes through, "SG-1, SG-10, this is Colonel Sheppard, come in?"

You all exchange confused looks for a moment.

"Colonel O'neill? Major Carter?" The familiar voice repeats. "...Rodney? Is anyone there?"

O'neill grabs his radio, "This is O'neill." He raises an eyebrow. "Sheppard? As in John Sheppard? Little kid with a penchant for pranks?"

"HAH! See, I told you I got the right day this time," 'Sheppard' says to someone off radio, then says. "Yeah, that's me. We're homing in on your radio signal, will be there in about five minutes. Sit tight, Colonel."

"Well..." O'neill says, "I guess we're not walking then."

Five minutes later, on the nose, a strange sort of HUMMING SOUND can be heard from outside as something lands, and then it goes quiet. About thirty seconds later, you hear the radios buzz again with Sheppard saying "Knock Knock" a moment before someone actually knocks on the outside hatch of the Cargo Ship.

You sit back and watch as Colonel O'neill and Major Strider take up position at the interior door, and then, on O'neill's mark, Carter presses the buttons to open up both hatches. And then two defintiely-not-teenagers enter from the outside. John Sheppard and Jade Jackson- clear as day it's really them, except, well, older.

They're also wearing uniforms that don't exactly look like the standard SGC gear. All sort of navy blue of sorts with chevron shaped splashes of color on the front bodies of the jackets.

"Howdy folks," John Sheppard cracks a grin, and removes a pair of sunglasses from his face. "How was the trip?"

"Bumpy," you supply.

"Wow," Jude remarks. "We must have been in the time dilation field for a lot longer than we thought."

"Nah," Jade Jackson smiles. "We just time traveled back from further ahead to arrange a pick up. Of course, we didn't know the exact day so we've been bouncing around trying to pinpoint it."

"You have your own Time Machine?" Samantha asks, astonished.

And then there's a twinkle in Sheppard's eyes- you already don't like it- and he says, "Your carriage awaits!"

He and Jade lead you outside, and there's- somehow- just a ramp leading to a door in the middle of nowhere. You can peer inside and see the inside of some kind of ship but the outside is just flat out NOT THERE.

"It's some kind of cloaking field," you deduce after trying to walk around the odd doorway and running into the outside wall of SOMETHING solid yet invisible.

"Yup," Jade says.

"You guys aren't supposed to find this thing for another few years, so we're keeping the spoilers to a minimum," Sheppard answers.

"'Spoilers,'" Strider laughs. "So that's what Karkat meant."

"Basically!" Jade agrees.

And so you all walk inside the CLOAKED SHIP. The back end seems to be passenger seating, except there's a tall sort of PEDASTIL in the center of it all that looks out of place.

"Don't touch it, Rodney," Sheppard stresses, giving you a level gaze that you feel you should take as a warning.

"Is this the-?" Samantha begins.

"Yes, it is," Jade answers. "So please don't touch it."

Up in the front of the ship are six turn table chairs and- and smack dab in the middle of the console at the very front of the ship is a crystaline version of a DIAL HOME DEVICE.

"It flies through the Stargate!" You realize. "It's a ship that flies through the Gate! A Gateship!"

"Puddle Jumper," Sheppard corrects.

"What?" You ask. "That's a stupid name."

"So you keep saying, but that's not what we stuck with," Sheppard counters as he takes the driver's seat position, and Jade takes the seat immediately to his right, right at the front.

"Well that can't be right," You frown, and take a seat behind Sheppard. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope," Sheppard says, then, dismissing any rebuttal you might make, he announces like an airline captain: "Welcome Aboard Time Jumper Air, Everyone. Please take a seat and strap yourselves in. We're preparing for take off. Please keep your arms and legs and heads inside the Jumper at all times."


 

You're once again Davis Strider, and you're sitting in the back of the "Time Jumper" with Jude Harley and SG-10. The back ramp starts raising suddenly without any input from you all in the back the moment the future John finishes his announcement.

Then, you hear a WHIRRING sort of humming sound and you FEEL a brief jolt of upwards movement before the intertial dampeners kick in and you suddenly don't feel anything else.

Jude seems enthralled by it, muttering something along the lines of, "This must be a local version of one of the Castle Jumpers Keiko one mentioned are native to her world, just armed with a time machine."

A Time Machine that's taking up half the available leg room, you might add.

"At this point," Reed remarks, "I'm just writing this all off as some bad fever dream and I'm going to wake up any minute now back home in my own bed."

"Hah," you laugh. "No, this is so very, very real." And with that, you lean forwards in your seat to peer out the front.

You can see the planet wooshing by outside the window from how the distant horizons blur past.

"So, uh," You voice. "What year is it right now anyways?"

"Somewhere roughly late 2000, early 2001- this time machine doesn't have an exact date read out, so we kind of have to guess a bit here and there," Jade answers. "Obviously you guys are needed back in January 1999,  so we're aiming for then."

"How does it work, exactly?" Carter asks.

"Pretty similarly to what Callie designed from the remains of the device from the time loop planet," Jade says. "Way different power source though."

"Okay," John says, "we're about at the right altitude. Making the jump back to January 1999..."

And then the device in the back half of the Jumper starts to hum. You look back and see progress bars on either side of it start lighting up, inching forwards section by section by section and when the bars reach their full limit-

You feel your insides twist in a really really weird way as the flow of time is utterly violated.


 

EARTH DATE: JANUARY 8TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 7/11/0002.

ROUGHLY 330~ISH DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE (CAN I GET UHHH... A PROPER COUNT DOWN NUMBER?).

Your name is Jude Harley, and as the time device pulses, and then goes silent, Davis Strider seems to groan, and lean his head against the nearest wall.

"You okay?" You ask him.

"I'll be fine once the room stops spinning," the Major mutters.

"Is he okay?" You ask, leaning forwards to ask into the front of the Jumper.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Jade says. "He and Argo get kind of sea sick when non-solar flare based time travel happens around 'em. Or is Time Sick a better phrase, John?"

"Time Sick, yeah," John says. "Sounds better to me, anyways."

"Anyways, yeah, it'll pass in a few minutes," Jade says, looking back to smile at you. "Don't worry about it, Jude."

"That's kinda weird," you say. "Why would it affect Major Stider though? Argo I could get, but..."

"We think some of the time-power abilities Argo has came from the Strider family blood line rahter than Jayni messing around with stuff," Jade says. "We haven't tried it out with Dirk yet to check, mostly because he doesn't want to go anywhere near this thing."

"Can't imagine why," Davis groans.

"We'll be landing you near the Gate," John says. "The DHD got toasted by a tree falling on it, though, so we'll dial out for you."

"Sounds like a plan," O'neill says. "Can't imagine how this would've turned out if you guys hadn't shown up."

"Well, it's a Stable Time Loop," Jade laughs. "It wouldn't have turned out any other way."

"Can I ask something about the future?" Carter asks.

"Depends on what it is," John answers. "Most things we might just be coy about and give a nonsense answer that doesn't make sense until after the fact."

"What do we do about Alternia's Moons?" Carter asks. "I get that we'll eventually do something 'more awesome' than fixing them, but what about in the mean time? What do we do until we do that?"

"Jude's Anti-gravity field device will help buy you time," Jade says without hesitation. "But once the planet's evacuated, there's not much else you're going to be able to do about it. Trying to keep the moons intact after the fact is a waste of a few good ZPMs, though."

"Well, obviously," Mckay remarks. "But she means how do we apply it? Just one Zed P.M. and a single shield generator on a Tel'tak and we burnt out pretty quickly trying to extend the field around a Stargate, let alone a whole moon."

"You'll figure it out, Rodney" John says. "You guys always do."

"If I could be coy for a moment," Jade says. "Ask our younger selves. The solution to that field extension problem is simpler than you think. Don't over think it."

"Out of curiosity," you ask. "When on your timeline is this mission, exactly? So we know when to send you guys back to give us a lift, I mean."

"Hmm," Jade muses, then looks to John, who looks back at her for a moment and smirks. Jade grins, and then says, "John did just get promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, I guess there's nothing spoilery inherent in that."

"Nope," John answers. "Everything behind the reasons why I got promoted would be, though."

"So, wait for John to get promoted to Lieutenant Colonel," you make a mental note. "Got it."


 

Soon enough, the cloaked "Jumper" lands next to the Stargate, and you watch as Jade punches in the symbols for Earth from within the DHD.

"Sending IDC," Carter says, getting out the GDO and punching in her code.

"So... not staying for lunch, I take it?" O'neill asks.

"Nope," Jade shakes her head. "As nice as this vacation has been, we've got to get back to work."

"Oh, and Rodney?" John smirks at the Doctor. "Try to lighten up on the citrus, would ya?"

"Citrus?" Mckay frowns. "What?"

"Nothing, just," John waves it off. "Nevermind. You'll find out eventually."

"Oh, joy," Mckay groans.

And thus, goodbyes made, you and everyone else head back home.

Hammond stands at the bottom of the ramp, managing to look both impressed and unimpressed at the same time, "Didn't you all leave by ship?"

"Sorry, sir," O'neill answers, "we, uh, had to leave it parked in 2001."

"I'm not even going to ask," Hammond says, shaking his head. Then, he looks towards the rescued members of SG-10, and says, "Welcome back, SG-10. You've got one hell of a debriefing ahead of you, that's for sure."

"I guess we do, Sir," Boyd remarks. "I guess we do."

"In the mean time, go shower off and get some food in the caffeteria," Hammond orders.

"If it's any difference to you, General," Boyd says, "I'd like to call my wife and daughter."

"We already notified them that a rescue attempt was being made," Hammond smiles. "I'll send a message to let them know the mission was a success and to come to the base."

"Thank you, Sir," Boyd smiles. "It'll be good to see them again."

"Your presence has been deeply missed, that is for sure," Hammond nods, then, he turns to leave, not even mentioning anything about Major Strider's displaced presence on the team... probably out of sympathy for how green in the face he still looks.


 

Shortly after the debriefing, you head to the cafeteria to get some food, and quickly find yourself caught in a massive group hug by JUST ABOUT EVERYONE in your immediate family.

There's a swirling, chaotic vortex of questions that follow about the mission, and you answer as much of it as you can.

However, one question bugs you and you can't answer it. Which 'younger selves' was Jade alluding to? The teenaged versions who you know have been considering these problems for weeks already, or the youngest selves who are just really little kids without any experience in the world itself.

...So, when you finally get a quiet moment and everything settles down, you gather up Rose and John Egbert, Jade Harley, and Nepeta Strider, and ask them an important question:

"How do we make the moons stop falling for long enough to evacuate an entire planet?"

Nepeta suggests: "Dinosauruses!!! With Lots of TEETH!!"

John suggests: "Just get some giant space trains to evacuate people faster."

Jade suggests: "Maybe more combining robot ships?"

And then Rose, of course it'd be Rose, takes in all of the others suggestions, mulls it over for a few moments, and then gets out a coloring book and draws a thing, titled: "A Dinosaur-train Megazord."

And while at one point in your life, you'd honestly be inclined to pass it all off as a kid-like wish fulfillment sort of solution...

You've literally just pulled people out from the death grip of a BLACK HOLE. ANYTHING is POSSIBLE!!!

And so, you quickly hand the designs over to Joey, and tell her, "See if you can make this work, somehow."

With a smile, and a nod saying that she'd do such, heads home to Alternia while you file a request for all of the parts you'll need for two Megazord sized POWER GENERATORS for the Anti-Gravity shields.

It's time to buy an evacuation some much needed time.



Your name is Dammek, and you stare at the oddity that is a dinosaur and train themed COMBINING ROBOT drawn in crayon in front of you. Then, you pull out the blueprints for the SOVERIGN SLAYER, as the project is rapidly becoming called on a more serious basis, and compare the two. Then... Inspiration! You look at the prototype sketch of the combination between Astro, Delta, the Slayer, and an as-of-yet un-designed fourth robot ship.

A fourth robot ship whose design you just got handed to you on a silver platter.

"...This could work," you say. "We were already going to try doing something fancy with replacing the arms of the Astro-Delta Megazord when it combined with the Slayer, but this works just as well." You look Joey Claire in the eyes, and say, "The two simpler ones might be the easiest builds the Cla'dian ship builders will ever have, I'll bet. Legs that double as arms, with minor decoration to make them look like a Triceratops and a T-Rex? Easy. Super easy. Easy enough that the construction time will be short enough we can get them built and put into place with these new shield generators and have them holding the moons at bay to buy us the time we need to fully evacuate the planet."

"What about the third one?" Joey asks. "The Mammoth?"

"It'll be a bit trickier, considering all the pieces that would need to move about," you frown. "It'd take longer to work out the logistics, but that's fine. We don't need it IMMEDIATELY, and that's the important part."

You snatch up the designs and the crayon sketch, and you say, "I'm going to do some quick refinement sketches and then heading to Cla'dia ASAP. Princess Millia is going to get a kick out of this one."

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EARTH DATE: JANUARY 28TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 8/1/0002.

ROUGHLY 210~ISH DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE (THINGS HAVE GOTTEN WORSE! YAY?)

You are now DAMMEK.

As the first of the two new Megaships exited hyperspace and began its descent towards the crumbling, larger pink moon, people in the know could only stare and watch from below as the thing approached, praying that it would provide the solutions needed for survival.

It was somehow both unfinished looking and finished all at the same time. Its head was shaped like a T-Rex's, and yet the body was generally otherwise unremarkable. A long, somewhat cylindrical, somewhat boxy shape that could be either an arm or a leg if someone squinted at it. It definitely had segmented paneling near the back to allow for the rather curiously shaped booster thruster and connection ports to turn in any which direction desired. Up, down. Left, right.

All directions, really. It was clearly an all purpose sort of joint, especially when watching how the oddly shaped ship navigates between some floating chunks of moon rock.

You've run the math to see if using those propulsion systems could nudge the moons backwards out of their decaying orbit, but unfortunately landing is just about all these two ships are going to be able to do. The places where you WOULD be best suited to position those reverse rockets are already too unstable. Just putting either ship there would be enough to start drilling through the surface rather than pushing the moon away from Alternia.

So, landing it is.

"This is T-Line Mega to All Your Base. Touchdown in 3, 2..." Ashler Dering radios in "And landed."

Settling itself on the surface of the largest part of the the larger Pink Moon that was still intact, the T-LINE MEGASHIP activated the anti-gravity shield generators, as well as an inverted version of the normal shields a spaceship would use (Two separate, dedicated sets of emitters this time! What a brilliant idea!) and encircled the remnants of the large pink moon.

For a moment everyone held their breaths... and then...

"It works!" Callie reports from the ship. "Seismographic sensors on the moon are reporting a reduction of gravitational pull from Alternia! Earthquakes are slowing down! Acceleration meters are still reporting forwards momentum, though."

"Intertia's a bitch to deal with," you remark, "but at least that's ALL we'll have to worry about, now."

"How long until the other one arrives?" Okurii asks.

You check the report. "Shouldn't be any longer than five, maybe ten minutes." A delay of only a few minutes is still a delay, though, even if it's because of some hyperdrive issues.

And there's a thing you're grateful for. The people of Keiko's home castle Aincrad graciously donated SIX ZPMS to be dedicated to this task- three each to go to T-LINE and K-LINE for powering their anti gravity shields without interruption. Apparently finding out that some of the naturally grown ZPMs from Silica's world had made it to your universe was a fact of grave concern, and them giving you some SUPER BATTERIES as compensation was just slightly more than the least they could do (which had been helping to prepare the Tel'tak that had been the test bed for this technology).

You're not sure how the dimensional crossover of a few ZPMs had caused the people of that Castle to be so indebted to your side of things, but you suppose you're just not entirely in the loop as to WHY the ZPM crossover is a bad thing.

You'll check in later on that fact- but for now, you'll focus on the part that gives you some room to sleep easier at night.

"How long will we have with the extra time, Callie?" You ask your Moirail, over the radio. You feel like holding your breath, but don't because that'd be a stupid idea.

"I'll have to run a full check once K-Line is in position on the Green Moon," Callie answers. "But if it holds the same as T-Line? We should be back at a full 300 days of evacuation time, minimum. If we're lucky, we might squeeze out another extra 30 days beyond that if K-Line can do some more."

Which is where you would have been if not for a week ago, when the smaller pink moon's two halves just broke up entirely and crashed into the surface of the larger moon, causing further instability there.

"Three Hundred Days," you breathe out what would have been a held breath if you'd actually done it. "Just a little under a year."

If not for this saving grace of a time stalling tactic, you'd have run out of time to evacuate the further inland settlements by trying to rush the shore-line evacuations. The ever rapidly expanding shorelines. Who knew that a couple of giant rocks getting closer to a planet would cause the sea levels to rise? (You wonder, briefly, how earth was unaffected tidally given the recent Naquadah meteor scare. Of course, you dismiss that as a "sudden and quickly resolved" problem and not a "Long term sort of slowly encroaching doom" sort of problem.)

You wonder what Joey and the others are up to?


 

You are now Joey Claire and-

"Are you sure I can't blow it up?" Polypa whines.

"Definitely not," you say, after backing away from the only available exterior hatch on the outside of the ship in the crater. "This is definitely designed to resist huge explosions! It's really heavily reinforced somehow." You draw out you Laser Cutter, snap it open, and slash at the hatch.

Sparks fly, some moss burns, and the framework of the door before you remains utterly untouched.

"Look at that," you say. "It didn't even get CUT!" You do a stupid thing, shut the cutter off, plant the emitter against the door and turn it on.

Instead of the blade cutting through, your hand is forced backwards as the blade extends. It doesn't even PIERCE it! How the hell...? Oh, wait a second...

"Woah!" Polypa whistles. "That's some tough metal!"

"Not Metal," you say, squinting at where the blade of energy is being repulsed by a very tiny flicker of energy hovering above the metal surface of the thing. "Some kind of force field?"

"Oooh! Active technology!" Polypa grins. "Let's blow it up!"

"No!" You say, shutting off the laser cutter. "Let's NOT set fire to the landscape!"

Right, let's try this again.

Your name is JOEY CLAIRE, and you, your KISMESIS, Tyzias, and Daraya stand outside the SECOND OF TWO CRASHED SPACESHIPS at the only entrance you can find on the thing's exterior. It's a very large ENTRY HATCH, likely designed for carrying cargo in and out. (You hope, anyways, otherwise those are some VERY BIG ALIENS!) It's also sealed SHUT tighter than a sardine can welded shut with rust and magic forcefields.

Over at the other one stuck in the canyon, your MOIRAIL XEFROS, his KISMESIS BAIZLI, your MATESPRIT MIERFA, and MASTER OF THE SOMETHING-TECHNOLOGICAL-SOUNDING-HACKERY-CHAIN MALLEK are rappeling down via rope to the ship to see if there's a way into THAT one. You're watching their progress via Arai beetle.

"Tyzias, got any ideas?" You ask.

"Maybe some kind of frequency harmonics?" Tyzias frowns. "Did anyone think to bring a Replicator Disruptor? I might be able to cycle through frequencies and find something to disable the shield."

"Yeah, here," Daraya decaptchalogues a Disruptor and hands it over to Tyzias.

"Th-Thanks," and Tyzias takes it with only a split second of hesitation.

Polypa rolls her eyes at that, you can only grin in response.

As you wait for Tyzias to fiddle with the disruptor, your thoughts wonder towards what your PA is doing right now and if it's any more exciting than this.


 

Your name is JAKE HARLEY, and right now you're hoping that Joey and her team are having a more exciting day than you are right now. Now, that's not to say that HELPING PACK UP A BAR isn't exciting! It certainly is, what with the RUMBLING VOLCANOE near by. But comparatively, exploring an ALIEN SHIP, and helping secure the ASHLANDER'S VEIL's most FRAGILE ITEMS into SECURE-MOVE CRATES (Which are filled with a PECULIAR purple goop that seems to be a shock absorbent of some kind) are two completely DIFFERENT types of EXCITING.

You're not sure exactly how the owner of this joint plans on 'relocating' the establishment to a new planet, but you're told it involves a NEW PROTOTYPE CAPTCHALOGUE MODUS, and some RATHER LARGE CARDS. Still, you're packing up the FRAGILE STUFF and putting them into their own boxes for separate transport JUST INCASE the extra mass counts against the size restrictions.

It IS an experimental modification to an ancient technology, after all.

Looking around once you finish sealing up a crate full of stuff, you pause and look around at the progress.

Trolls of all blood hues are working here- most of them being people who normally worked here, you were told, but with a few extra hire-ons who are particularly STRONG in the LIFTING DEPARTMENT- but leading it all in your section of the building is that DISK JOCKEY, Ventus. Ventus's Matesprit, the owner of the joint, is off doing the same in another part of the building. You haven't met them yet, and at the rate things are going, you probably won't run into them until way later in the day. You haven't even picked up a name from casual conversation yet- mainly because there hasn't been any casual conversation, for two reasons.

The first is that the building has to be secured and packed away for transport before the volcano goes off, after all. And the second is that said volcano is already making the air a pain to brathe as it is. Everyone's wearing either AIR FILTER MASKS with fancy techno-rebreathers attached, or simple cloth masks over their mouths and noses. That sort of thing either makes people sound like DARTH VADER, or it triggers horrendous coughing fits.

You're one of the few people here who isn't even really bothered by it- likely for reasons realting to your ALIEN GENETICS. Which is probably part of why Dammek sent you over to help here while he helps with the whole FLYING DINOSAUR TRAINS TO SAVE THE MOONS plan. The other reason why Dammek had you come was because couldn't come to help himself right away because of scheduling conflicts, and also because apparently CHIXIE asked you to come help.

And boy if she isn't the picture of HELP INCARNATE right now, drifting around and jotting down drink and food orders from the PACKING WORKERS before they go on break, and then having it all ready for them when they're on break. She's wearing one of the cloth masks, which looks downright adorable on her.

You're trying your best not to stare, because the few times you have, you've caught her staring right back at you and dang it all if she doesn't remind you of-

Not the time, Jake! Not the time! She's actually heading right over towards you right now!

"Hey, Jake," she says, voice sounding ever so slightly wheezy and muffled behind the mask. "Anything you want on break?"

"Um," you just smile and say, "just a sandwich and some water."

"'Kay," she nods, and then heads off with only a moment's hesitation and a faint blush creeping up her cheeks past the cloth mask. Gosh Dang it all, you don't need that mental image sticking around while you're working.

As you get to work packing up a new crate full of stuff, you muse on your current lot in life.

Working, packing up fragile parts of a bar into crates, so that the bar can be safely captchalogued onto a giant card and transported to another planet. You honestly never thought that this was where you life was heading when you accepted Catherine's offer of employment at the then-unnamed Stargate Command.

You Never thought that taking Joey to your mother's blasted wake would have lead towards her being sucked into another planet's war via Stargate. You NEVER thought that you'd end up dead before finding out what had happened to her. You never even imagined at any point in your entire life that you'd somehow end up with two daughters instead of one, by means of CLONING.

Things have been... tense between you and the other Joey that came from the other world your daughter wound up on by accident. Apparently her you and her never really... saw eye to eye on things? Honestly, it sounded like that you was a BIT more of an absentee father than even you were. A shame, really, but thankfully your sudden de-aging has made things less tense than they probably would have been if you'd stayed the age you were.

It's still TENSE, but... not too tense? Honestly, as long as you two avoid interacting as family members and more as distant acquaintances, you should be fine.
YOUR daughter, though... Gosh, how things have changed. A major figure head of the rebellion, the girl who shoved your mother through a Stargate to Ancient Egypt in the first place and started this whole time loop to begin with, and by your reckoning the true heir to the Alternian Empire- if that were a thing that was still going to exist in the near future.

It's crazy, you think, that within the last five years, that so much has changed.

Your daughter doesn't see you as a father anymore, you're fairly certain, if only due to the age difference. Your relationship with her has been... well... almost non existent in that sort of sense, having drifted more into a respect of peers. You're both adventurers, although you've adventured through different sorts of adventures. You who explored tombs and raided parlors for beautiful blue objects of desire, for fun and for pleasure. She who explores planets and raids facilities for a means to an end, a job above all else.

And yet... They are similar experiences. Now and then you've chatted about one of her missions or one of your expeditions, and you've both had experiences similar to relate to the other about.

Still, that makes you wonder just how everything is going over there? Surely it's got to be more fun than packing!


 

"Aaaand, there!! Finally!" Tyzias cheers as the latest frequency test causes the forceshield around the hatch to disperse. "I'm holding it steady! Cut the door down!"

"With pleasure!" Your name is Joey Claire, you ignite your laser cutter, and slash through the metal hatch keeping you from entering the ship.

The YOU SIZED SQUARE of metal falls alway with a bit of unexpected ease- only a few slashes needed to disable it all- as gravity tilts it inwards, landing with a thump on the floor, you can't help but feel like you've unsealed a tomb.

"Nice job," you smile at Tyzias.

"I'll radio Mallek with the disruption frequency," she says. "Then we can head in."

"Alright, good idea," You say, then wait for her to do that. After she's finished, you say, "Let's head in."

You arm yourself with a flashlight in one hand, and the laser cutter in the other, and take the lead heading in.

You're starting to realizing that the size of the hatch is just as indicative of the size of the hallways. You once again realize that they're either really, really big aliens, or really big cargo haulers... You hope it's the latter- really, REALLY, hope that it's the latter.

"So... What do you think we'll find here?" Polypa asks. "Lotsa dead alien skeletons? Secret vaults of advanced technology?"

"Probably? I'd say nothing at all," Daraya says. "I mean, I can't see these ships being here for this long without any survivors leaving."

"So, what, they just sealed it all up and left their ships to rot?" Polypa asks. "That was an active security system we just- literally- hacked through. They're protecting something!"

"Well, if we run into more energy fields, we'll know we're going the right way," Tyzias says, hefting up the Replicator Disruptor.

You roll your eyes. "That sounds like something my Pa would say," you say, then try to mimick your Pa's old man voice, "'If you're not running into death traps every five minutes then you're not going the right way!'"

And then you run face first into a solid wall of energy that flares up out of thin air. You land flat on your back, dazed, a few seconds later.

"That looked like it hurt," Polypa snickers.

"It did," you confirm.

"I'll... just get to tearing this one open," Tyzias says.

"You do that," you groan even as Daraya helps you to your feet.

Stupid forcefields.


 

You're now Okurii Leijon and FUCKING HELL do you feel stressed out listening to everyone else freak out over the K-Line being AN HOUR DELAYED due to hyper drive issues.

But it made it, and got in place, and it's doing the thing to stall the green moon's colapse. It's fine.

And so as people returned to their regularly scheduled PANIC over the APOCALYPSE, the literal end of the world, all you can do is try to remain calm in this chaotic mess of chaos that is the EVACUATION PANIC. So many people freaking out not so subtly now after such a major scare. It's pathetic. You're all nearly grown trolls and not wrigglers for crying out loud!! You are NOT CLUCKBEASTS whose heads were cut off!!!

The worst part is that even as you tagged along with Dammek and made your way through the ship to get to the rings to head over to the Ashlander's Veil and help with packing up the place that people just kept asking you ALL THE SAME QUESTIONS. "What's going on with the moons?? Did K-Line arrive yet? Did T-Line even make it yet???" OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER AGAIN. And when people who know VAGUELY what's going on explain it, then someone else comes around the hallway and AGAIN ask the SAME QUESTIONS that JUST GOT ANSWERED and HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU ARE SO TIRED OF THIS NONSENSE!!!!

YOU MADE AN ANNOUNCEMENT ON THIS. WHY DID THEY NOT LISTEN!?

Just-- UGH.

You are so fed up with this. Seriously.

It doesn't matter. You're going to help Dammek help his friend Ventus and... And... You scower through your GRUBPHONE for a moment as you walk towards the looming volcano to try and find if you left a note on the owner's name.

Ventus and... and... come on you have the name here somewhere but your Grubphone's decided NOW is a WONDERFUL time to be a frozen ass shit and not give you information you know you wrote down.

One refresh. Two refresh. Three-

And FINALLY.

VENTUS and LYNDAL, Matesprits. ...You never got told a LAST NAME (or perhaps a First name? No, down that path lies madness), but whatever, you don't need a second name period. You commit the only given name to memory.

Ventus and Lyndal; Ventus and Lyndal; Ventus and Lyndal.

You're sure you would have remembered it without checking if you hadn't been so stressed out by all of this shit today and- and...

UGH.

You want to punch something and then get back to Diaspora and hug and cuddle your adorable, recently adopted daughter and not have to worry about any of this evacuation shit anymore.

You're heavily considering retiring as soon as this war front stuff is over and done with.

Soon, you arrive at the ASHLANDER'S VEIL, and you and Dammek don your AIR FILTER MASKS.

Dammek heads over to talk with Ventus, and you... you meander over towards Jake Harley, currently on break and chowing down on a sandwich.

You sit down next to him, and say, "Please tell me that people have been relatively sane here?"

Jake grunts an affirmative, swallows his current mouthful of food, then asks, "Dare I ask what's going on?"

"Just people losing their heads over something a LOT more than I personally feel is logical," you answer.

"People let their emotions get the best of them if they feel the panic is justified," Jake says.

"Yes, but the stupid thing is," you complain, "it's like an echo chamber of panic back on the ship right now! They kept asking me and Dammek what was going on when I was coming over here to help and the stupidest, fucking, idiotic thing is that I MADE a ship wide announcement. I used my calmest voice possible, told everyone that despite some technical issues, everything had worked out and was working out and yet-" you growl. "The sheer amount of rumors and idle speculation in the halls today- if people weren't asking me questions directly, it was 'They should tell us something!' or some varriation of idle speculation that we're hiding the worst of possible outcomes from everyone else!!"

"Public service is a thankless job sometimes," Jake says.

"I know it is," you sigh. "I just couldn't handle it. I tried and I tried and I *TRIED* to make everyone understand what was going on but it just wouldn't STOP. It didn't matter what I said to try and calm things down, it was an echo chamber and I'm so TIRED of it all."

"There there," Jake puts his hand on your shoulder- and then quickly removes it before saying, "Sorry, do you have a Moirail? I should have asked before doing something that was probably very Pale."

"No, I don't, you're fine," you say.

"Y...You're sure?" he asks, and you nod. "If I might ask, why don't you have one?"

"I don't have any quadrants, actually," you say. "I was auspitizing Dammek and Xefros for a while, but they've gotten to a point where they don't need it anymore. So... yeah. Me. Single. Hah." You shake your head. "I'm regretting that isolation more and more recently. While everyone else is hooking up and filling their quadrants, here I am, running everything important without even a Moirail to be my sounding board."

"I'm not an expert on troll romance, but having someone to be a sounding board when you're running things seems like an incredibly important thing to me," Jake says. "Even if you don't want to take it romantic, I'd be glad to be an ear to talk to if you ever need a different perspective. I did have quite a major say in things at the SGC back before I died, was cloned, and reborn as a mind controlled teenager."

You laugh, then smile at him. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you, Jake."

"Any time, Ma'm," Jake says, smiling back.

You wonder how Joey's team is doing, and hope they've had a better day so far than you have had.


 

"Mama mia, that's a lot of cryogenic pods," you're one again Joey Claire, and you're staring at a massive- utterly MASSIVE selection of CRYOGENIC PODS lining the walls of a MASSIVE, CIRCULAR CIRCUMFERENCED, CYLINDRICALLY SHAPED, VERY, VERY TALL CHAMBER.

Inside each of those massive pods are MASSIVE ALIENS with FOUR ARMS! FOUR!!! ARMS!!!!

THAT'S TWICE AS MANY AS MOST ALIENS YOU'VE MET!!!!

"So, uh..." Tyzias gulps. "I think we just figured out where the survivors all are."

Xefros radios, then, voice sounding timid and meek. "Uhhh... Joey??"

"Yes, Xefros?" you radio back, voice similar timid and meek.

"I think we just found-"

"A huge freaking chamber full of cryogenic pods containing massive four armed aliens?" You finish his sentence. "Yeah. We've got that too."

"Retreat back to the canyon edge?" Xefros asks.

"Yes, definitely, absolutely," you agree.

And with that, you and your team hightail it out of there.


 

Hours pass, and the work load is finally finished. You're once again Dammek, and you watch as Lyndal locks up the front doors to the Ashlander's Veil, and then turns to face the crowd of workers to decree: "I paid a LOT of money for this building," She yells, pointing back at it, "and I'll be DAMNED if I leave it behind to get crushed by moon rock or buried in lava!!"

And with that, she draws out a rather large looking, experimental fetch modus you're told is being dubbed the 'PUZZLE MODUS', and aims it right at the building.

There's a subtle POP of reality shifting, and suddenly there's nothing but a hole in the ground where the building used to be.

That.... that is one POWERFUL fetch modus.

Your mind whirls towards the possibilities of creating a DEFENSE GRID NET to catch the falling rock debris from the moons... Holy shit if that building isn't near the size limit- no, even if it IS, maybe you could-

The volcano rumbles mighty loud at that moment, and a small spray of molten orange lifts into the air.

Ah, yeah, that's your cue to get the hell out of here.

And so everyone gets on their personal vehicle, or whatever ride brought them here, and makes their way back into town.

You get on the FOUR WHEELED ALL-TERRAIN VEHICLE that you came here with Okurii on, and she joins you. Unsurprisingly, Jake and Chixie join you too, already chatting about something to do with...

With the packing slime? Eh. Mundane and boring. You tune it out and focus on driving.

It's about half a mile out that the volcano erupts a slightly larger spew of orange glowing refuse and you catch sight of it in your rear view mirror landing on the crater that the Veil used to be situated in.

Well, that was lucky timing.


 

"So, let's just summarize this, shall we?" Baizli pauses, then says, "We both cut through the hulls of two massive crashed alien space ships that have been here for WHO knows how long and they were CLEARLY trying to settle some planet somewhere. These aliens are massive, and have cryogenic pods that are keeping them all alive despite being stuck here for that aforementioned who knows how long, and... yeah. Right. We have NO IDEA how any of their technology works or how we'd even BEGIN to open one of those pods to see if they're friendly or not."

"That just about summarizes it, yes," Mallek nods in agreement.

"...Is anyone opposed to us just... leaving them there until we finish dealing with all this Reaver Supergate shit, and Moon Induced Evacuation bull crap?" Baizli asks.

"We've still got to report it to Okurii," you say. "And Matron Porrim, and Seer Altair, too, probably. Let them all make a decision, I say."

And so everyone nods in agreement, and with that, your two teams make the trek back to Diaspora Settlement and hope that whatever solution gets stumbled upon, it ends up working out for the best.

...You're kind of tired of everything going to shit on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis.

Chapter Text

Several long Earth Years Ago, there was a spaceship in orbit over Alternia. Onboard it was its crew and its captain, a man called the Tactician. As you may remember, this Tactictian was quite mad with grief and rage and revenge- because his Moirail had been crushed under her own ship in a plan executed by the Alternian Rebellion.

As a refresher, here is a choice snipit of his dialogue, possibly sans matching formatting:

"THEN YOUR REBELLION ISN'T WORTH MY TIME OF DAY!!" the TACTICIAN, DRAGUM AKASHI, yelled. "SOMEONE GET ME THAT LITTLE REBEL 'TETRARCH' AND GET ME HIM NOW SO I CAN ANNOUNCE MY ARRIVAL!"

Yeah. We're flashing back to THAT day all the way back in Act 2, but, our perspective jumps to someone completely different.

A CLOWN working for the Tactician whose insanity had brought them all to this point. His name was PILAFF UNCOOT.

Pilaff Uncoot was as uncooth of an individual as an Alternian show-clown-turned-battle-soldier could get. Many saw him as lazy, as cowardly, or as an idiot, but he was actually rather smart for a clown. Had he the chance to raise up in the ranks, he surely would have become a master tactician to replace the insane commander who was presently leading his crew on a suicide mission.

As of the moment we rejoin the timeline at his perspective, the clown was busy sneaking back from the cafeteria to his post as an ENGINE ROOM GUARD after getting a snack he was not cleared for. In the mean time, Pilaff Uncoot listens to the broadwave transmission the Tactician is running.

"Um, Hi!" a girl whom you, the audience, once knew only as HIVEKEEP but now know is named MIKARI says. "Is this Dragum Akashi we're speaking to?"

"Yes, this is he," the Tactician sounds almost CORDIAL all of a sudden. "Is this The Tetrarch?"

"No, but I'm an acquaintance of his," MIKARI said. "I'd put you in touch with him but I can't raise him on the coms myself. Got through to a mutual friend of ours, though. Apparently he's stuck on the Loadgapper."

"Well, that's a load of crap," Pilaff Uncoot remarked to himself.

"The LOADGAPPER!!?" The Tactician asks, sounding incredulous. "For the last TEN MINUTES!?"

"Apparently he's been stuck on it all day." Mikari very likely shrugged at this point. "Like, literally stuck. Apparently something with the water flow backing up making some kind of suction effect??"

"Seriously?" Pilaff remarked. "Who'd believe that?"

"I think his Former Moirail chose the wrong time to prank him," Mikari continued. "But now it's really stuck and they're trying their best to unstick him so, uh... please do give him a while longer to get off?"

Pilaff frowns as he hears a sudden echo down the hallway, and so he quickly mutes his own radio, and listens.

"FINE!" Dragum Akashi yells. "I WILL CHECK BACK IN ANOTHER TEN MINUTES! IF HE IS NOT UNSTUCK BY THEN, I'LL---!" and then the echo goes silent.

Pilaff Uncoot peers out from around a corner about half a minute later, and watches as two of the guards outside of the engine room fall to the ground with head-shot gun wounds.

Pilaff stares, horrified, as he realizes the ship has been compromised.

Another guard emerges from the engine room, carrying a plasma rifle.

BANG. SPALT.

And then his chest armor crumples tightly, crushing the man's chest into a bloody, purple mess.

They fall to the floor with a whimpering "HONK," and then are silent.

Pilaff makes the wise decision and promptly absconds to the ESCAPE PODS, discarding his likely INTENTIONALLY FLAWED CHEST ARMOR in the process. His belt of grenades rattles in the process of discarding the horrifying piece of armor.


 

Down on the surface of Alternia, near a certain sea based village of seadwellers, lay a school. It was a PREPARATORY SCHOOL for certain well-to-do trolls who, when they reached exile age, would go out into space and join other, more prestigous academies who were based in space and would teach their students all about becoming proper villains in space. (One such troll who had previously graduated from this school was infamously known by the nickname "Gor-Gor" even by those students who had never met the lad.)

While most students here, seadweller or not, went along with the waves and motions of a school whose mascot was a DEAD HORSE, and whose motto was ANCIENT ALTERNIAN for "Remember you will Die," there were a select group of five who were otherwise swam against the current- the fact that they were seadwellers not intentionally adding to that pun.

The eldest of the bunch was a girl whose lusus unimaginatively named her after her blood color- VIOLET DELAIR, at Six and a Half Alternian Sweeps. (For those of you uncertain of the math, that would be roughly 14 years old in Earth Years.) She was something of a free spirit when it came to desigining inventions and figuring out clever ways around the devious tests the school pushed on its students.

As such, she had designed a radio that would allow her and her friends to listen into the curious events unfolding above them.

The others were all about the same age, plus or minus a few days or months in either direction, and in no particular order were named KLAUSS BAULDR, IZADOR AMYRRE, DUNCAN QUAAGG, and-

Wait. Where's the fifth one?

Ah, that's right, having missed the memo that something strange was going on in the skies above, the fifth member of their quintet group of not-quite-rebels was in the LIBRARY, studying for an upcoming test. His name? QUIGLY MMENTO.

Quigly, Izador, and Duncan were what were known as CLUTCH MATES- having been born from separate eggs in their Nesting Cavern, but immediately taking a liking to eachother, and so clung to each other fiercely during the Trials that would follow their hatching. They would have each been chosen by Lusus Guardians who decided to settle in a similar area- the beach front sea area previously described. From a completely different nesting cavern came Violet and Klauss, though they were born at different times, their Lusus Guardians similarly settled in this same area.

Though being practically next door neighbors, these two sets of children did not meet until they came to this School. But once they did meet, oh, did they become fast friends.

And so it was to their friendship's misfortune that, as Quigly Mmento left the library to take a restroom break, he spotted Pilaff Uncoot's escape pod hurtling down from above to crash into the school building's largest side.

Meanwhile, unaware of this turn of events by way of focusing way too much of their attention on the broadwave transmissions, the others listened as the Tactician yelled out "What did you do to my ship!?" in various, and rapidly frantic growing ways.

And then, rubbing the salt in before anyone could stop him, The Tetrarch Dammek interjected: "Hey, Tactician, KNOCK KNOCK."

Dragum Akashi's nearly UNINTELLIGIBLE ROAR that followed was coincidentally timed with the crashing of Pilaff's escape pod in the side of the school.

"TEEEEEEEEEEEETRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRKHHHHH!!!"

Quigly, hero that he wanted to be, went to investigate.


 

As Pilaff Uncoot got out of the escape pod in the middle of a burning kitchen, the young sea-dweller Quigly Mmento entered the room, coughing, calling out if there were anybody that needed help.

His inquiries came to a halt mere moments later, as he comes face to face with the clown who had started all of this current, fire-based mess, Pilaff Uncoot.

"Who are you!?" He yells out.

"Who am I? Nobody important! But if you must know, it's Justly Eaving, as a matter of fact!" Pilaff answers back.

Quigly, clearly not buying it, draws out a small knife to defend himself against this out of place adult.

Pilaff, clearly realizing he's been had, grunts and draws out a club. "Fine. I guess I'll have to go through you first."

And then their weapons clashed in STRIFE, but it was an uneven sort of battle, with one having much more leverage over the other... as well as owning a rather hefty belt of grenades right within hand's reach of a smaller troll.

Pilaff managed to get a strike to Quigly's head, knocking the boy aside, and the Uncooth One grins and takes a jaunty step towards the door. "Hah! I win! Now I'm going to-" He pauses mid stride, and sees Quigly grinning right back at him. "What's so funny? I'm the clown here, not you!"

And then Quigly unveils the pilfered grenade, already counting down to zero.

Pilaff Uncoot's chosen last words were "Kids suck the fun right out of everything!"

He never got to the "K" in "suck" before a mighty explosion blew the kitchen and everything within it to dust, spreading a massive fire across the academy.

Simultaneously, up in orbit, Dammek blew up a ship's bridge.


 

"Now listen up everyone and pay fucking attention, because I'm only going to say this once."

And so as the children of the now burning down academy watched from their secret hilltop shack hidden away from the rest of their classmates as their school did, indeed, burn with a terrible fire- a similar spark of flames became ignited within them as they listened to Okurii Leijon deliver a planet wide speech.

"Dragum Akashi is DEAD, and this is a perfect fucking example of why having a Moirail is so fucking important. Because he came here trying to get revenge for his dead Moirail. He was so blinded by revenge that he didn't notice a fucking overloading PLASMA CANNON about to explode in his face. The person who THREW that plasma canon is also Moirailless, and didn't EVEN CONSIDER the fact that throwing an overloading plasma weapon into a room full of computers required to FLY A SHIP might be a bad idea."

The irony, had they been aware of it, would not have been lost on Violet, Klauss, Izador, and Duncan. That Pilaff Uncoot had failed to notice one of his own grenades heralding his imminent demise.

"So to all of you out there with a Moirail, hug them tight tonight. Alternia isn't going to turn into molten slag in the foreseeable future because of someone with a grudge seeking revenge."

Though they as a group had not chosen any quadrants between them just yet, the four of them did indeed hug, and hold eachother tight as they watched their school turn into smoke and ashes.

"Dragum Akashi wasn't here on the Empire's orders. But the fact that he GOT HERE, and was so close to turning our home planet into GLASS? That says something about the state of the Empire. They don't care about Alternia right now. Some rogue agent of theirs wants to blow up the planet? Nobody from the Empire was going to stop him, otherwise he would never have gotten here in the first place."

Though he was right about the fact that a Rogue Agent had caused their school's destruction, Klauss had no way of knowing that it wasn't on Dragum Akashi's orders.

"Right now, Alternia has two Stargates. Me and my team were off world when Dragum showed up and he made the fucking mistake to bring another one with him. That's how we got onto his ship. We Gated on board and if Dragum Akashi had thought ONE SECOND about that possibility, he would have had guards around the Gate. They called him the Tactician, and yet he made such a BLUNDER that-"


 

In the future, when they had joined the Rebellion, and were out exploring worlds, and causing havoc for the Empire.

"That he fucking let four kids get onto his ship and take out the engines, and then blow up his BRIDGE? The Empire has bigger fish to fry than Alternia throwing itself into open Rebellion."

And although the enemies would change over the years to follow...

"The Mofang are knocking at the front door with fucking star destroying bombs. We could abandon Alternia entirely, evacuate everyone off to another planet, and I bet you nobody in the empire would give a flying FUCK about it until it came time for Recruitment day and found nobody was here."

And although Okurii's words would prove ironically prophetic given future circumstances with the moons beginning their collapse...

"And there's a fucking thought, isn't it?"

And even as the Seadweller team of ALT-13 gained their own quadrant structure over the years...

They never forgot those words that matched the fire that burned inside them as they fought against the system, and fought in memory of their fallen friend.


 

EARTH DATE: FEBRUARY 14TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 8/17/0002.

310 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (MATH SECURED UNLESS SOME LARGE CHUNKS ESCAPE THE ANTI GRAVITY FIELDS!)

Your name is Okurii Leijon, and you're snapped out of focusing on BORING PAPERWORK by the sound of the Gate's Incoming Wormhole alarm triggering in the middle of what by your mental clock reads as an outgoing wormhole for the current evacuation group.

This can only mean one of two things, and so you rush from your office to the Gate Room. Sure enough, the group that was going to evacuate right now is all huddled off to the side as the Gate's shield is lowered and ALT-13 emerges from the Gate. The four of them are drenched to the bone, given they were on a planet whose surface was primarily made up of about 80% water, but it's what they have with them that they didn't when they left that concerns you.

"Miss Leijon!" team leader Violet Delair calls out, a unique tone of voice to her exclamation. She's excited. VERY excitied. "We crashed an Al'kesh! A really, really important Al'kesh!"

"That's good to hear," you say, glancing first at the crystal tray held firmly under Klauss' right arm, then at the annoyed INDIGO BLOODED TROLL held firmly between Izador and Duncan's arms. "So who the hell is this?!"

You're being rhetorical. You know exactly who Kiriha Aonuma is. You're just wondering why the hell he looks like he got fished out of the middle of an all-you-can-eat buffet of slaughterfish.

"It's a long story, ma'am," Izador says, cracking a rare grin as she tugs at Aonuma's right arm. "Can we tell it on the way to locking this guy up in the infirmary?"

"Yeah," you nod. "Let's clear the gate area. Zebede, keep dialing out for evacuation groups!" You order. Then, you turn to Violet and say, "Explain. Now."

It had been a conflagration of unsettling ticks of bad luck, it seemed.

P4S-0U3 was, as previously mentioned, a planet made up of about 80% water. Thus, when it had been seen that the Clowns and Reavers had landed a few ships on the planet to almost certainly harvest the water there for nefarious means, you had dispatched ALT-13 to investigate and run interference, given their propensity for sabbotage and creative escapades of espionage in past missions.

Things had gone downhill from there.

Duncan had uploaded a virus onto one of the ships that wasn't out at sea, which had spread to the others through their supposedly secure network, which condensed every piece of data on their network into the central database of that one precious Al'kesh.

And then hurricane seemed to blow into existence, suddenly, as if out of nowhere, and a LOT of the Clown's ships at sea had been struck by lightning and drowned in the onslaught. The crews of those ships evacuated to the ones on land and immediatley began preparations to take off...

Except for the fact that the computer virus had unintentionally downloaded EVERYTHING off of the other ship's computers, including safety coding protocols to allow for safe takeoff during a storm of that magnitude.

All except for the one central Al'kesh went down as their hulls attracted so much lightning from the storm that they just went up in explosions of smoke and flames that were snuffed out by the wind and rain. It was fortunate for ALT-13 because they were still onboard that same Al'kesh.

Klauss and Izador then discovered that Kiriha Aonuma was onboard that very same Al'kesh, because he had transferred from a ship that had been destroyed. They discovered this because he found them in the midst of trying to take back control of the Al'kesh's bridge.

That was when Violet ordered Duncan to remove the fully filled data core, and that had an unfortunate side effect of causing the entire Al'kesh to lose power and crash into the ocean.

That was when everyone found out that the hurricane had dredged up LEECHES from the depths of the waters on P4S-0U3. They found that out by way of the things piercing the windshields of the Al'kesh's front bridge, flooding the ship dramatically.

After that followed a harrowing escape that you find rather hard to believe, in which Klauss made a last minute decision to rescue Aonuma from a Leech's Lunch Death, and they all somehow made it to shore without getting bitten by the leeches because of reasons nobody could figure out.

From there, they headed to the Gate, and nearly got sent to another planet entirely because a bolt of lightning struck the Gate right as they arrived, making dialing out so much more of a risky endeavor. It was sheer luck they'd made it to Alternia safely without being redirected to another planet entirely.

As it was, they were STILL redirected to a completely different Gate by a second strike of lightning hitting the gate as they went through, as they'd dialed the second Gate down in the old Nesting Cavern and NOT the All-Your-Base's Gate.

You're firmly of the opinion that you should NEVER mix your unluckiest team and your luckiest team together at all. The results of such a combination of such sheer insane luck could cause massive consequences for all of reality as a whole.

So... Beyond capturing the LOVER of the current big bad herself, the information on that Crystal tray contains something very important- the location of a SUPERGATE. You get Callie and Tyzias to look it over immediately to get that location out of the database, out to the Astro and Delta and get them dispatched to attack.

Maybe with that, and whatever information you can drag out of Aonuma, you can end this Clown Fight once and for all and then focus entirely on the evacuation.


 

"HAA HAA."

Shadre Amano tried her best not to flinch as the first of two holograms to appear continued to waste time by laughing into the air.

"HEE HEE."

Oh, how she really, REALLY, tried to not flinch. Not with how her LORD AND MASTER continued to laugh over some inane argument he appeared to be reading on some super advanced computer tablet.

"HOO HOO."

Apparently, from comments he'd made earlier, it was about something to do with reactions to a RELATIONSHIP SIMULATOR GAME? Shadre wasn't sure why that was a thing Lord English would even be aware of, or even WHY that would be a thing that existed in his far off cornered kingdom of a galaxy. But hey, power to the Lord if that was what he wanted to spend his time on.

"HAA HAA!"

Shadre, not for the first time, took in her Lord's appearance. His massive, bulked up form, sat lounging in a massive throne... but not at all proper like. Oh, no, in this fragile moment of FREE TIME being WASTED by the third member of their conference being LATE- and for the moment being represented by an uncomfortable looking JAFFA who was timidly promising that their lord would be there ANY minute now he promises!- Lord English sat sprawled on his front- technically speaking- with his legs dangling over one arm rest and his chest and arms dangling over the other. His legs stuck out so far that they vanished past the observable range of the holographic projection.

"HEE HEE!!"

The same could be said for the massive set of GLOWING RAINBOW WINGS that were sprouting from his back and suspending him in mid air. And for all the FANCY, GILDED ROBES and SHEER MASSIVE, MUSCULAR GIRTH that his body's skin seemed to barely contain... Lord English looked like a fucking CHILD.

"HOO HOO!!!"

...And that was before you counted in the LAUGHING. The unending LAUGHING THAT JUST WOULDN'T--

"WHAT."

Stop? Oh, there's the big cloaked bastard ANUBIS, finally.

"JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Anubis asks, growling.

"AH. I WAS WONDERING. HEH. WHEN YOU WOULD SHOW YOUR NON-EXISTENT FACE. AGAIN." Lord English shifts in position and settles his ass down on his throne. Suddenly, the glint in his rainbow eyes makes him seem so much more dangerous.

"AS I'VE TOLD YOU BEFORE, I'VE RUN INTO SOME TROUBLE." Anubis growls. "THE ASCENDED IN THIS GALAXY SEEM TO HAVE EMPLOYED ONE OF THEIR OWN TO START SKIRMISHING MY FACILITIES. I HAVE HAD... DELAYS IN FINISHING CONSTRUCTION ON THE WEAPON TO DESTROY EARTH."

"YES. SURE. BLAME YOUR FAILURES ON. SNRK. THE 'ASCENDED' OF YOUR GALAXY." Lord English snorts. "YOU'D BE MUCH BETTER OFF IF YOU COULD. JUST DO AS I DID. AND ABSORB THEIR ENERGY DIRECTLY. AS I DID."

Shadre coughs. "Ahhem. Boys. You're both very pretty. But may we please get down to business?"

"YES." Lord English smirks. "THE CLOWN BITCH HAS A POINT. BUSINESS. AND THE MANY NUANCES AT HAND. THERE OF."

"STOP WITH YOUR POINTLESS DRAMATIC PAUSES," Anubis grunts. "I NEED REINFORCEMENTS. I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HOLD FOREVER IF THE ASCENDED IN THIS GALAXY HAVE TRULY BEGUN TO RESIST MY ACTIONS IN FORCE."

"Your Supergate is enroute, Sir Anubis," Shadre reports. "Your Reinforcements will arrive through it the moment it can be set up at the nearest Black Hole."

"YES," Lord English says. "YOUR SO DESPERATELY NEEDED 'REINFORCEMENTS'. THEY ARE BEING PREPARED FOR BATTLE EVEN AS WE SPEAK. DOG."

"I DON'T CARE FOR PETTY INSULTS." Anubis states. "THE TAU'RI NEED TO BE PUT IN THEIR PLACE, AND SOON. THEY'RE GROWING TOO SMART FOR THEIR OWN GOOD."

"Smart?" Shadre laughs. "More like absurdly Lucky. Smartness has nothing to do with it."

"THE GIRL. IS CORRECT." Lord English agrees. "THESE HUMANS AND TROLLS... THEIR LUCK IS WHAT GUIDES THEM. AND THEIR LUCK. WILL SOON RUN OUT."

"I DOUBT THAT," Anubis grunts. "YOU HAVE NOT HAD TO DEAL WITH THEM MEDDLING IN MY AFFAIRS SINCE BEFORE I BEGAN OVERTLY INTERFERING. LUCK? LUCK IS NOT A THING. THEIR INTELLIGENCE? THEIR ABILITY TO CRAFT A PLAN OUT OF THIN AIR? THAT IS NOT LUCK. THAT IS CLEVER INGENUITY. AND IT IS EXACTLY WHAT IS RUINING OUR PLANS FOR DOMINATION."

"YOU THINK THESE PITIFUL MORTALS ARE SO CLEVER?" Lord English laughs. "HAA HAA HEE HEE HOO HOO! THEY SQUABBLE AND PANIC OVER THE SLIGHTEST PROVOCATION."

"It is true," Shadre says. "Our spies and rumor mongers have reported that the Alternians are abandoning the planet out of fear of our retaliation. They travel underground, they bury their heads in the sand, and they flee to various worlds because they know our forces are superior."

"...THEY EVACUATE THEIR PLANET?" Anubis asks, startled. "OUT OF 'FEAR' OF YOUR MIGHT? HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING TO PROVOKE THIS REACTION FROM THEM?"

"A simple failed plan from a general who couldn't keep his bulge in his pants," Shadre says. "Nothing more. The fear caused by my withholding of future attacks makes them fear for their lives."

"SEE, ANUBIS?" English smirks. "THESE MORTALS ARE CAPABLE OF NOTHING BUT SERVITUDE. LEFT TO THEIR OWN CAPABILITIES. THEY. WILL. COWER. AT. EVERYTHING."

Anubis laughs, "HAH. SO YOU BELIEVE. WHAT MAKES YOU SO CERTAIN THAT THEY ARE NOT LURING YOU ALL INTO A TRAP?"

"A TRAP?" Lord English roars with laughter. "HAAHAAHEEHEEHOOHOO!!! YOU TRULY. TRULY THINK THEY CAN LURE US INTO A TRAP? YOU THINK THEY FLEE THEIR PLANET IN AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE US UNDERESTIMATE THEM??"

Shadre laughs as well, though, Anubis can tell from the look in her eyes, oh, she is CONSIDERING the possibility now. "Surely they are not capable of such a thing. We clowns of Alternia have pierced their minds so often and frequently that their nightmares are our entertainment. They keep no secrets from our spies... however, just in case, I will send a warning message." She smirks. "It has been a time since my Lover has had a chance to stretch his legs and give a thorough bashing to the common folk."

Anubis considers it all, then says, "VERY WELL. IF YOU INSIST THAT THIS IS NOT A PROBLEM... I WILL HOLD GROUND UNTIL THE SUPERGATE ARRIVES." And with that, he disconnects the communication, and growls to himself, "THOSE FOOLS!!"

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EARTH DATE: FEBRUARY 17TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 8/20/0002.

307 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (MATH SECURED UNLESS SOME LARGE CHUNKS ESCAPE THE ANTI GRAVITY FIELDS!)

The girl who called herself Echidnha but was really named Shadre could NOT get in contact with her beloved Kiriha at all.

He was unreachable. He was un-findable. All of the Goa'uld ships sent to that planet just could not be reached either.

This was bad.

This was REALLY. REALLY. Bad.

The water collecting operation to make more FAYGO SODA had failed in some way.

Damn it all.

"How did things go so wrong?" She rhetorically asks.

Unfortunately for Shadre, she wouldn't get much time to mull over how things went so horribly, horribly wrong. For at that moment, at the Supergate she and her forces were guarding, things were about to get incredibly dicey.

Suddenly, a fleet of ships emerged from Hyperspace. Astro Mega and Delta Mega lead the charge, with a full squadron of Alternian Cruisers painted up in the Rebellion's Colors and quite a few ships of the Cla'dian fleet's standard design.

Shadre's fleet of Reaver ships, Goa'uld vessels, and Carapacian ships stalled for a few seconds, unsure exactly of what to do. And in that span of a few seconds, the Rebellion's ships opened fire.

The battle had begun.


 

Polypa Goeeze, dressed up in a fuck ton of unnecessary bandages covered in blood stains, sharpened a rather large butcher's knife against another equally large butcher's knife.

SNNNNKHT!

"You'll never make me talk!" Kiriha Aonuma growls from his restrained place in the infirmary bed. "My mind is an IRON TRAP! Nothing can get me to spill my secrets to the likes of you rebels!"

SNNNNNKHT!

"Duuuude," Trizza Tethis counters from her bed next to him, sounding as if she were drugged out of her mind. "I was telling them that for MONTHS! Then they cut my leg off! The painkillers are the BEST, maaan."

SNNNNNNNKKHHT!!

Kiriha glances at the former Heiress, then glares at Polypa, and asks, neigh, demands, "Did you do that!?"

"What do you think I'm sharpening these for?" She asks, rhetorically, while dragging one blade against the other. SNNNNNNNNNNNNKHHHT! "Hmm... Trizza, what do you think I should start with? An Ear? Easy to reattach and cut off again and again. Maybe a Horn. Those grow back fast and no need for... reattachment."

"Nah," Trizza giggles like a girl on a high. "I say go between the legs!"

"Wha- NO! Anything but that!!!" Kiriha yelps. "What do you even want!? I'll tell you anything!"

Though the bandages on her face obscured it greatly, Polypa grinned. "I'm glad we could come to a reasonable agreement, Mister Aonuma. Now then... Tell me where the second Supergate is going?"

"The- The what?" Kiriha gasps, shocked that she would ask such a specific question.

"She asked ya where the second Super Gate is going!" Trizza chimes in.

"See, we already know where the one in our galaxy is," Polypa says, "and we have ships en-route right now. What we want to know is where you're sending the SECOND one."

"How did you-?" Kiriha pauses- "Wait. No. That crystal tray that fish-faced four eyed traitor was carrying when they dragged me to the Stargate! You- You stole our secrets from it!"

"Mmmhm!" Polypa nods, sagely, as she grinds the two knives together again. SNNNNKHHT! "Everything you held private, we now know. Except for one thing."

"Where is the second Supergate?" And then Trizza is leaping across the beds, grinning dangerously into Kiriha's face. "Tell us! Tell us, Kiriha! Where's the Second Supergate going?"

"I- No! I'll never talk! I'll- I'd rather-!"

SNNNNKHHT!

"Maybe I should start with the toes instead? Work my way up the legs from there?" Polypa asks. "See, I've got all day to do this. You? You don't have much leeway except in telling us what we want to know."

"Ne-Never! I'll-"

SNNNNNNNKHHHHHHT!

Kiriha gulps.

"Tell us, where is the Second Supergate going? We need exact coordinates now," Polypa says.


 

"Aaaand he's spilled," Boldir Lamati grins as she finishes tapping down the last of the COORDINATES that were rattling around inside Kiriha Aonuma's head. "He just doesn't know it yet."

"I've said it once, and I'll say it again," Mierfa Durgas says as she takes the sheet of paper as Boldir hands it to her. "Mind powers are over powered as hell."

"Eh?" Boldir gives her a weird look. "Since when did you say that before?"

"I dunno, I just thought it sounded good just now," Mierfa shrugs, then looks through the camera feed into the infirmary. "Trizza's really getting into the act, isn't she?"

"Oh, yeah. It's disconcerting how she finds tormenting this guy so much more fun payback than actually cutting anything off of him in retaliation for losing her leg to a clown with a weird dimensional sword," Boldir confirms.

"Oh well," Mierfa shakes her head. "Time to go message Stargate command."


 

From Shadre's position, the fight was going about as well as could be expected. That is to say, as an ambush/sneak attack, it was NOT going in her favor.

The surprise assault had lead to a fair portion of the Reaver ships being exploded in the first salvo. And while the Carapacian ships took a defensive position to soak up all of the incoming attacks (Because HELL were those some strong ass shields), Shadre gave the order: "FLEET WIDE: ANY AVAILABLE SHIPS: SECURE THE SUPERGATE AND PREPARE TO JUMP TO LIGHTSPEED!"

And so as whatever ships were available moved to do just that, Shadre ran to the communications room on her ship and sent a distress signal across the universe to two other Galaxies.

No immediate replies were expected or received, but that was just fine.

"The Rebels have found us!" Shadre broadcast. "They're attacking my forces guarding the Supergate! We'll be escaping to Lightspeed as soon as we've secured the Gate!!"

Shit, and this mean that all the other hiding places were likely compromised too. Damn it all. Damn it damn it damn it!!

By the time Shadre made it back to the bridge, one of the Rebel's ships were hailing her flagship, calling for her by NAME.

Shadre. Not Echidnha. Shadre.

Reluctantly, she let it go through.

And then the smirking face of that human-turned troll appears, and JOEY CLAIRE speaks, "To Shadre, beheader of Apophis, and leader of the Dark Carnival. We have your fleet on the ropes. Surrender NOW or forever be turned to ashes."

If there was any response Shadre would have given on instinct, it was "HELL NO!"

As it was, she needed to stall for time.

"Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing," Shadre counters. "Tell me, what were YOUR terms? Perhaps we were both on the same line of thought."

"You give yourselves up, and surrender the Supergate to the Rebellion," Joey answers. "Your forces will STOP trying to conquer the galaxy and-"

"No." Shadre scowls. "Oh HELL no, do you even hear how WORDY you sound!?" She laughs. "How... How Preachy!?" She laughs again. "Oh- Oh wow. No. Here's MY terms and conditions. You surrender now to a nice peaceful, instant DEATH."

"Fine." Joey remarks. "I'm giving you one more chance to surrender. Otherwise? It's your funeral, then,"

"You're way too fucking confident for that paltry amount of ships!" Shadre laughs. "You and WHAT ARMY are going to stop MY FORCES!?"

And then Another Fucking Megaship exited hyperspace. It was longer from nose to stern, and as wide from wingtip to wingtip as the Astro and Delta Megaships parked side by side.

Its angular head was painted in violet to look like the head of some kind of sea creature, and it- Oh of all the insults to proper ship design- it had glowing green eyes.

"I brought a Sovereign Slayer," Joey smirks. "What cards are in your pocket?"

And then someone yells out a fleet wide communication to CLEAR THE FUCK OUT OF THE SUPERGATE'S PATH, because, oh, it seems SOMEONE got Shadre's message.

Shadre smirks in return- "I draw the wild card."


 

Your name is Joey Claire and you're wishing you'd not opened your big mouth.

"This is Slayer to Astro," Karkat's voice radios over. "Terezi says we should fire on the Gate as soon as it opens with the primary canon before anything can get through."

"Yeah, go ahead," you say. "If that's what Terezi's seeing we need to do, then fucking DO IT!"

"Right! Charging Cannon!" Karkat reports.

Computer monitors show the Soverign Slayer's primary weapon charges up and the "Mouth" of the thing's head opens up, revealing a bright purple glow from within.

Everyone in Shadre's forces clear out of the path of the SUPERGATE as a massive arc of electricity spins across its internal ring and then- you don't hear it in reality, but your mind fills in an ungodly loud KAWOOOOOOSH as the Supergate activates.

"AND FIRE!"

What you DO HEAR is the super loud, bellowing sound of ZYUUUUOOOOON as the Soverign Slayer's cannon, held directly above you, lets loose a massive beam of glowing purple energy straight into the Stargate's eventhorizon.

In the seconds that follow, Shadre's combined forces all jump to hyperspace, leaving the Supergate behind, apparently not wanting to stick around and see what happens next.

The Wormhole flickers- and boy does it flicker some more- and then some Alien Ship tries to exit the eventhorizon and gets utterly DESTROYED by emerging into the concentrated stream of energy targeting the Supergate. Another ship tries to come through moments later, suffering the same fate. And then another, to the same dead end.

As the Sovereign Slayer finishes discharging it's energy attack, no other ships attempt to come through. Not even after a minute of tense waiting when finally, the Supergate shuts down mere seconds later with a lurch that seems to have been MUCH too abrupt to have been a natural shutdown.

From the debris floating in front of the now inactive Supergate, it looks like the enemy that tried to come through were made up of those ships from the Summoner's time, except with hulls painted bright green. If there were any more coming through the wormhole after the first wave emerged, none of the others made it through.

You take a breath to assess the situation, and then ask, "Callie, Tyzias, did it work?"

There's a long pause as Tyzias types at a console next to you, and from over on the Delta, Callie finally replies, "I... I think it did. The energy readings we received from the wormhole just before it shut down indicates that the Slayer's cannon's caused a rapid buildup of energy within the eventhorizon of the Supergate on the other side of the connection, as designed, and then terminated fatally."

"So we blew up their Supergate?" You ask.

Tyzias nods. "We blew up their Supergate."

"Remind me to thank Ganos Lal for suggesting the weapon design when we get back to Diaspora," you sigh in relief. "The Attero Accelerator Canon did exactly what she said it would."


 

Meanwhile, in another Galaxy, far, far away, the one known as LORD ENGLISH stared at the massive burning fireball presently being sucked into the grip of the nearby Blackhole, and wondered... just what the hell happened?

He'd dialed Alternia's Galaxy and started sending ships through even despite the slightly unstable looking connection, then...

Then his SUPERGATE had just decided to EXPLODE right as the fifth ship was about to go through.

It exploded for no good reason.

Lord English scowled, suspecting that Shadre's Supergate design had been faulty and caused all of the problems sourcing from her end of the equation.

"ORDER A NEW SUPERGATE TO BE CONSTRUCTED," he growls. "THIS SETBACK. IS JUST A MERE... UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT. AND SOMEONE SEND A MESSAGE TO SHADRE. IF SHE IS STILL ALIVE THAT IS."

"What message, my Lord?" a Green colored man who skin had the texture of felt inquires.


"FIX YOUR SUPERGATE BEFORE NEXT DIAL IN," Lord English growls. "OR. YOU. ARE. NEXT."

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"Hello, Miss, I was told you didn't want to use your name in this interview?"

"Is an Alias acceptable?"

"Of course, Miss...?"

"Morgan La Fay."

"Miss Morgan, then. Alright. Thank you for consenting to an interview."

"I feel it's time to set the record straight on certain things."

"Naturally, naturally. My sources tell me you're a former Ascended Being?"

"Yes, I Descended to investigate the machinations of Anubis in the mortal realm, and if possible, to forestall his actions regarding a certain illegal hybrid child."

"How did that work out?"

"Fairly well, considering current circumstances."

"Anubis is quite a problem right now, according to others. Any regrets on that?"

"My mission wasn't to put an end to him entirely. That job fell to other people. I was purely supposed to be investigation with only a small amount of actual intervention."

"Why?"

"If I'd known what the Others were going to allow so shortly there after, I might have petitioned to get more directly involved, and done something stupider- such as getting myself killed in some suicidal blaze of glory. And if I'd done that, well, I wouldn't have been able to help with events that would soon follow."

"Such as the Attero Cannon?"

"Now who told you about that?"

"I have my sources."

"I suppose I should give you some backstory, then."

"I suppose so. What can you tell us?"

"Thousands and thousands of years ago, in a long off distant Galaxy before me and my people Ascended, we fought against an enemy of, admittedly, our own creation. They spread like a plague, and so one of our own- Janus- designed a weapon to stop their movement. He called it the Attero device. It worked- it destroyed their ships anywhere in the galaxy- but at a cost. A side effect none of us saw coming."

"It also exploded Stargates?"

"It also exploded Stargates. We shut the project down immediately there after, and most of us committed the treasonous energy pattern to memory so as to avoid using it in other projects in the future... of course, with the problems in the Alternian Galaxy at that time, I came to the decision that it was more prudent to allow a limited, more directed version of the device to come back into existence."

"And the device Anubis used a month after that first test run-?"

"Ah. Yes. THAT little project. Very similar in concept to the Attero Cannon, but it worked on a whole different principle."

"Can you explain?"

"Sorry, even if that weren't classified, there's no way I'd intentionally let that knowledge be let out into the open for just anyone to pick it up. I'm sure you can understand."

"Of course. Definitely... Ah, what can you tell me about that incident, that isn't classified?"

"Oh, I can tell you how impressed I was at the design work on the F-302s. Making Stargate capable ships with wings is SUCH a problem. And the problem solving required to get the Hyperdrive running? Heheh. Oh, sure the Alternian version is smaller and faster and more compact, but they've had thousands of years of ship building to work off of, and even then, their version of the 302 is based off of Major Carter's designs. To see a race come up from basic starting levels of ship building to a hyperspace capable fighter within a few years? It's incredible."

"Anything else?"

"I can talk about Jonas Quinn."

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EARTH DATE: MARCH 6TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/6/0002.

290 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (THAT MATH IS *SO* SECURE! MIGHT AS WELL BE LOCKED UP IN FT. KNOX.)

Your name is GEORGE HAMMOND, and you make your way down to the Control Room after receiving a call from AREA 51. "Walter!" you call out. "When SG-1 returns from their mission to P2X-374, tell Major Carter that a call came in for her and to-"

You don't finish the sentence, because the Stargate starts dialing in.

WAA WAA KAWOOOSH!

Walter, sitting at his chair, reports, "SG-1's IDC, and a code Red."

"Open the Iris," you say, and then head down to the Gate room in the process.

"MEDICAL TEAM TO THE GATE ROOM!" Walter's voice echoes out in the meanwhile.

You arrive in the Gate Room just as SG-1 comes stumbling through the gate with PRIMAL SPEARS flying through it after them, before the Iris is finally closed.

"NEXT!" Colonel O'neill, supported by Teal'c, gripes as he's brought down to to the end of the ramp and then carried out of the Gate room to the infirmary.

"Ow!" the unfortunate Captain Hagman yelps as Carter helps rip a small dart out from his rear end. "It looks like... some mime mof... mranmrrllmyzr zrrrt...."

And then he collapses on the ramp as the Stargate finally shuts down.

You pick up a spear off of the ground, and look to Carter, and ask, "I take it we should Blacklist P2X-374?"

"Mark it as Unfriendly and Primitive, Sir," Carter shakes her head, even as some medical officers enter the room and come take a look at the unfortunate Captain lying unconscious on the ramp.

"And Captain Hagman's to be reassigned?" You ask.

"Oh, yeah," Carter's hasty nod is all the confirmation you need.

You turn to leave, only to remember, "Oh! By the way, Major Carter. You received a call from Area 51 this morning."

"Oh?" Carter asks.

"They said it's done."

Carter and Jolinar both show obvious signs of excitement- Carter smiling, and Jolinar allowing a gratuitous eye flash. "Awesome."


 

-Stargate SG-1-


 

Your name is Jonas Quinn, and you. LOVE. The Weather Channel. Especially with the stylings of Earth's "Classical Music" played over it. There's just something so... So...

ENTHRALLING about the whole concept of predicting the future through the weather, AND having smooth sounding music playing with it!

You've spent the last THREE MONTHS studying EVERYTHING there is in Doctor Jackson's old office- which used to be SKAARA'S OFFICE, and has, in recent days even before your arrival, been shared with JAKE HARLEY, who used to have his own office elsewhere, but his son JUDE seems to have taken it over as his own.

And BOY is there a story behind that, that you've been slowly piecing together over the months.

"Hey, Jonas? You got a second?" There's a knock at the door, and you look up to see Major Carter standing there.

"Yes, definitely, Major Carter," you say, hastily going to turn off the radio, and then the Television, "Oh- I heard about what happened on P2X-374. Is Colonel O'neill going to be alright?"

"Just a sprained ligament," Major Carter says, entering the room. "Frasier says he'll be fine in a few days. We're off mission roster until then, though."

"That's good to hear," you say. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Ah..." She pauses. "Were you watching the Weather Channel?"

"It's predicting the future through the weather," you say. "I know there are people out there who are psychic and can predict the future, but- to do it without that crutch? To do it based solely on technology? It's amazing! We never really had anything like that on my planet."

"Speaking of planets," Major Carter says. "Remember how you said you wanted to be kept informed of any developments with the Naquadria you gave us?"

"Yeah?" You ask.

"One of the projects we've been developing has finished ahead of schedule, and I figured, you're probably bored of being on the base and could use a trip to the surface?" Major Carter offers.

"I haven't been bored," you smile. "There's so much history to catch up on, how could I ever be bored? But!" You raise a finger, "I will admit that I could probably use the sunlight. I don't think I've spent this long indoors for so long since my, uh, I believe the earth equivalent is 'high school cram days'?"

"Right," Major Carter smiles. "Anyways. Pack your bags. We're heading to Area 51."

"I'll get right on that," you say, and watch as she turns to leave. "Oh! Wait. One question, Major."

"Yeah?" Major Carter pauses at the door.

"How do I know what color to wear?" you ask, referring to her uniform color.

"We call each other every morning," Carter answers. "One hint: it generally depends on the mission we'll be having during the day. I'll leave the rest to you to figure out," she smiles mysteriously, and then leaves.

Right. So, Area 51... in the desert, if you remember your earth lore right, so...

Desert Camo colors it is!


 

Your name is JACK O'NEILL, and you frown as you hear arguing from Hammond's office.

"And all I am saying, General Hammond," comes the gruff, familiarly annoying voice of COLONEL CHEKOV... or was it CHECKOV? Eh. You'll play it safe and use CHEKOV. It's more Alternian Trollish that way anyways. "SG-1 needs a fourth team member. Russia wants a front line explorer. We have two people SG-1 has worked with before. It simply makes sense to fill the missing slot with either one of them."

Hammond spots you lurking outside his office as you quickly try to abscond away- "Ah! Just the man of the hour. Colonel O'neill!"

D'OH.

"Yeeess, General?" you ask, turning around on your sore leg and entering the office.

"You remember Colonel Chekov," Hammond says, and you still don't have any idea if he actually said CHECKOV or CHEKOV.

"Of course I do, Sir," you say. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" You try to keep the edge out of your voice.

"As a symbol of our Joint Efforts, we feel that a Russian Officer should be placed on SG-1," Chekov says and you were hoping he'd say something else other than that.

"Over my rotting corpse, Sir," your mouth gets ahead of your brain. And ooh, Chekov's glare is fiiiierce today. You quickly counter with, "Sorry, did I say that out loud? With all due respect, of course. I have very strict criteria for who I'd trust with my life and the lives of Carter and Teal'c in the field. Nobody has met them yet."

"Of course, we're well aware of your 'criteria,'" Chekov says. "That is why I was suggesting promoting people you have worked with before to SG-1."

"...Who?" You ask, trying not to grimace.

"One is Doctor Svetlana Markova," Chekov says.

AH. The Watergate lady...

"And the other?" You ask.

"Lieutenant Tolineva."

...The girl you had to rescue from being poisoned to death because of a freaky alien.

"I'll consider it, General, Colonel," you say, "but I'm pretty sure my answer will be 'Bite Me.'"

"That's the best I'll get for now, I suppose," Chekov says, and turns to leave and- Ah, you DID have it right. His Nametag DOES read "CHEKOV."

You look to Hammond as the Russian Ambassador leaves, and ask, "Pushy, aren't they?"

"Believe it or not, they're insisting we hand over any blueprints of the X-303 class once we've finalized designs," Hammond shakes his head. "Look, Jack. With Daniel Jackson off doing whatever it is he's doing in the Ascended Plane full time now, I cannot keep the fourth slot on SG-1 open forever."

"I believe the term is 'skirmishing', Sir," you say. "And who says we HAVE to have four team members all the time?"

"Nobody," Hammond says, "but Doctor Jackson, and Skaara before him both provided excellent counterpoints of logic- a civilian perspective that SG-1 currently lacks. I feel like SG-1 has been offbalance the last few months. It's my hope that whatever criteria you have for a fourth team member will be met soon, otherwise I AM going to have to assign someone permanently to the team."

"I understand that sir, but everyone else you've chosen so far for this assignement has been..." You struggle to find the words. "Just plain lacking, sir."

"Lacking in what exactly?" Hammond asks.

"A lot of things, should I start most recently and work my way backwards?" You inquire.

"Just summarize it, please," Hammond says.

"Alright, fine," you say. "First and foremost, despite being so 'smart' in their various fields, a lot of the candidates you've chosen have been really, really dumb where it matters most."

"Like?" Hammond asks.

"Captain Hagman?" You scoff. "The idiot thought the locals were offering a Peace Pipe to smoke and pretty much started the whole fight that hurt my leg! He got the language right but not the intent behind the cultural offering."

"Taking the peace pipe ends up being a declaration of war," Hammond concedes. "Okay."

"Doctor Blackwood explicitly touched the very dangerous glowing object he'd JUST finished translating the sign on it as saying 'do not touch under penalty of death.' While saying 'well that can't be right!'" You continue.

"He didn't die," Hammond reminds you. "It was a mistranslated warning."

"No, but he sure wished he did after it turned him into a talking CAT for six days straight," you remind in turn.  "And need I remind you it wasn't cat-human-like, like Rose or Argo, Sir. He straight up got turned into a freaking House Cat."

"...Fair enough," Hammond says.

"And need I remind you of Lieutenant Leeroy Jenkins, Sir?" You ask, and Hammond shudders in memory of the incident.

"No," Hammond sighs. "Look, Jack. SG-1 is off duty until your leg heals. When you get back from Area 51, find someone you can work with. I mean it."

"Alright," you say. "I'll think on it."


You're now JOLINAR, hours later, as SG-1 Plus Jonas Quinn arrives at a hangar in Area Fifty One.

"Good choice on the color," O'neill remarks on Jonas' choosing of the desert camo uniform as you get out of the car that took you here from the airport.

"Thanks," the man smiles, looking every bit the part of the missing teammember SG-1 has needed.

You feel Sam blatantly trying to ignore it, for whatever reason, so you shove the thought at her a bit more like a young child trying to hand their parent the part they need to finish repairing a cargoship's hyperdrive and being told it's not the right piece.

"Major Carter!" Doctor Larry Murphy walks up to SG-1, "And SG-1! Wow! What a honor!"

"Doctor Murphy, this is Colonel O'neill, Teal'c, and Jonas Quinn, who got us the Naquadria we've been working with," Sam handles the introductions.

"A pleasure to meet you!" Doctor Murphy says, shaking hands with everyone.

"So, what's this project we've been oh so anxiously been invited to see?" O'neill asks.

"Oh, you're in for a real treat!" And with that, Murphy leads you into the hanger.

"Presenting, the Prototypical X-302 Fighter Interceptor," Carter introduces.

"Oh. HELL no!" O'neill says as he stares up at the sleek, silver design of the X-302, then, he runs up to the stair ramp to the cockpit like an excited child. Teal'c goes to investigate the under carriage, and Jonas sort of hovers before taking a walk around the entire perimeter.

Sam is just content to stare at the design, taking it all in, before going on to explain, "Unlike the X-301 which was just a converted Death Glider, the 302 is built entirely with earth based materials, even if some of the designed features are copied Goa'uld technology or pieces of Alternian Technology."

"Alternian?" Jonas turns to look at you, not quite recognizing the word. "I guess I haven't caught up with everything yet. What about this is Alternian? It looks like a Death Glider except... slimmer, I guess?"

You roll your actual eyes within your real body for a moment, as Sam explains, "A while ago, I lent the prototype blueprints to Alternia, and one of their ship building allies. They built a much smaller prototype which fit more to their specifications, but it came with some interesting design choies we were able to copy over."

"Like the ability to make the wings vanish at will without disassembly," Doctor Murphy says. "Ease of Gate Travel is now also a possibility."

"Or the inclusion of a Hyperdrive," Carter adds.

"A hyperdrive?" Teal'c, with his back to you as he stares up at the under canopy, seems to tense in surprise. "Even Death Gliders are unable to house such technology."

"Goa'uld hyperdrives are much too large, yes," Sam says, "but using the miniaturized prototype hyperdrive in the Alternian version of the 302 as a base to stand on, we were able to design our own, even more slimmer version of a Hyperdrive using Naquadria as a power source, which gave us room for other features."

"Like...?" O'neill looks up from the cockpit, a gleam in his eyes.

"Like increased fuel tank reserves for the rocker booster for use in space," Sam elaborates, "and the inclusion of force shields the Death Gliders and X-301 never had."

"So... the Naquadria powers the Hyperdrive?" Jonas asks.

"We couldn't refine Naquadah sharply enough to make our version work like the Alternian Hyperdrives do," Sam explains. "And since the ship builder who did their version of the 302 wants to keep how they refine it so sharply a trade secret, we were almost going to scrap it until you brought us the Naquadria."

"Awesome," Jonas says. "So when's the first test flight?"

"We've already given it flight tests this morning," Doctor Murphy says. "We're still a few weeks away from hyperspace testing, though. The hyperdrive has some, uh, power draw issues. Namely simulations show it giving us way too much power in the long distance bursts and overshooting the destination at best, being destroyed mid-transit at worst."

"Right," Jonas says. "The Naquadria core would have inherent instability problems given the nature of the element. Have you tried running it for shorter bursts?"

"Well, yes, but simulations show that we'd fail to get anywhere quickly if we ran it in short bursts," Doctor Murphy says. "Why, doing it that way it'd take weeks just to reach Abydos. Stargate transport would be faster."

"Which is why you designed it with disappearing wings to go through a Stargate," Jonas deduces. "A ship like this doesn't really need to go long hyperspace distances unless it's an emergency. The Stargate would always be more quicker and efficient. For a ship this small, in combat I can't see the hyperdrive as anything more than an extra thing that's ready to explode if it's hit wrong."

"Yeah," O'neill says. "I agree with the new guy here. I like hyperspace, but is it possible to make that part... I dunno, modular? So we Don't Explode when fighting people?"

"New Guy?" Jonas mutters in confusion, then shrugs and accepts it. You smile inwardly. O'neill is warming up to Jonas. Good. Good!

"We could always re-purpose the wing storage modules to store the hyperdrive when in combat to prevent an explosion like that," Sam muses.

"I'll get on it," Murphy says, and heads off to do just that.


 

EARTH DATE: MARCH 7TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/7/0002.

289 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (MURPHY'S LAW APPLICABLE.)

Your name is Janet Fraiser, and you'd be wondering why Cassandra is prepping you, herself, and Jude, for an offworld medical emergency that hasn't happened yet if you hadn't gotten used to your daughter knowing what actions lead to a bad end.

You've asked "Where are we going?" but Cassie doesn't know yet. Sometimes the "bad vibes" just aren't specific enough.

And then the Stargate started dialing in with an incoming wormhole.


 

"You seem concerned over something, Colonel O'neill," you are now Teal'c, and you observe Colonel O'neill's grimacing expression as he sits down at the cafeteria table you're sitting at with an arm full of binders rather than a tray full of food.

"Hammond thinks we need a nerd to offset our inherent coolness," O'neill says. "And if I don't choose someone myself, then Chekov beams a Russian over."

"I see," you muse. "Have you considered Jonas Quinn?"

"Jonas?" O'neill blinks. "Why?"

"He has expressed interest in joining the fight against the Goa'uld," you say.

"Really now," O'neill muses on it. "When did he say this exactly?"

"This morning while we were boxing," You inform him.

"Ah," O'neill muses. "How did he do on that, out of curiosity?"

"I knocked him down several times," you report. "And each time he got back up to his feet within seconds."

"You must've been going easy on him," O'neill says.

"I was not," you inform him, ignoring the sounds of the incoming traveler alarm going through the base.

"...Hrm," O'neill frowns. "You know, on the one hand, some small, tiny part of me wants to say 'no' because he's an alien, but then there's you for a counter example of why that doesn't matter." You nod in acceptance of that fact. "A slightly larger part wants to say 'hell no' because he was there when Daniel got himself killed and he didn't do anything- BUT," he says, glancing at you when you open your mouth to interject. "But I know that's just me being pety. I know Jonas hates that he did that just as much as I hate it."

"Are there any reasons that you would not like him for the position?" You ask.

"...He smiles too much," O'neill says. "Not sure what it is, but he smiles way too damn much. I've thought that since we first met him."

You consider Jonas' possible reasons for doing such, and are about to say something when Walter's voice cuts into the room- "Teal'c to the Gate Room, Immediately!"

"What now?" O'neill frowns.

"What Now" would turn out to be Master Bra'tac coming through the Stargate to inform you that your wife was sick and dying, and that she'd both stubbornly refused to receive a new symbiote or request medical attention from the SGC OR the local doctors, or have you informed at all.

"What Now" would end up being you, Doctor Fraiser, Jude and Cassandra following him back to Chu'lak to hopefully save her life.

"What Now" would be arriving just in time for Janet to try to save your wife from the brink of death... and fail.

"What Now" would be your son blaming you for your wife's- his mother's death, and storming off into the the forest to mourn.

"What Now" would be Cassandra feeling as if there was still some disaster that she needed to prevent.

"What Now?" Colonel O'neill had asked. Now you must prepare for her funeral, and figure out where to go from here with your son.

But as you began preparations... another "What Now" would surface as Doctor Fraiser tried to return to the SGC.

The Stargate refused to connect, and continued to do so even past a full 38 minutes of a potentially long established connection.

Something had gone wrong, and by sheer luck, you had managed to get on the outside of it... For now, though, you will leave that problem to Jude and Cassandra, and will focus on tending towards your family matters. When you're given something to punch, then you'll be all too happy to punch it.


 

Your name is Samantha Carter, and as the Stargate remains active for the 42nd consecutive minute, you feel a warm breeze in the control room just a moment before you hear Orlin speak up with, "Oh no."

"Orlin!" you get up from your chair and turn around to face the Ascended man who just appeared infront of everyone.

"Hello, Sam," Orlin barely even recognizes your presence, instead staring at the Stargate. "It seems I ended up being too late to do anything."

"We should talk with Hammond," you say, and then you two hurry up to the Conference room, where various scientists, Doctor Mckay included, are still setting up a command center to work on the problem.

"Major Carter," Hammond does a double take. "And Orlin? I thought Doctor Jackson's next 'letter' wasn't supposed to be due for another few days?"

"It wasn't," Orlin says, "but then a man called Janus noticed a large spike of low wave transient energy traveling through a wormhole, and grew concerned due to how similar it was to an accidental side-effect of an invention of his. Doctor Jackson had me go investigate while he dealt with other things and... It seems we noticed far too late."

"Yeah, we picked up on the low wave energy pattern already," Mckay chimes in. "Any idea what it's doing beyond keeping the door open?"

"Have you checked if the Stargate's charge buffers are increasing in carried load?" Orlin asks.

"I was actually doing that right when you showed up," you say, going over to a computer and bringing up the readout. "The report should be ready any second..."

Oh.

"Uh oh," Jolinar remarks.

"That's not a happy sounding 'uhoh,'" Mckay says.

"That's because it's not," you say. "The Stargate's energy buffer is gradually building up a charge it can't get rid of because the Stargate it still active. Atleast point one percent a minute since the connection was first made." You frown. "I'll need to run some calculations, but it looks like the Iris is slowing the buildup."

Orlin looks over the numbers by peering over your shoulder, and he sighs. "It's just as Janus feared. Someone's rebuilt one of his old experiments."

"What exactly are we dealing with here?" You ask Orlin.

"It's a directly targeted energy weapon designed to overload a Stargate's superconductive materials over an extended period of time," Orlin answers. "Unlike the Attero Device, which caused a rapid build up of energy within the eventhorizon itself. The idea was to take the accidental power of the Attero Device and make it controlable, as a threat to be directed at Goa'uld who refused to co-operate... but for reasons Janus neglected to inform me of, the project ended up being canceled and scraped."

"So, slow build up to big boom versus quick build up to big boom, right?" Roxy Lalonde asks.

"Basically, yes." Orlin frowns.

"So, how do we stop this?" Hammond asks.

"I am unsure, Orlin says. "For sure, stopping it at its source would do the trick. I can try back tracing the wormhole to the origin planet, but it will take me time to get there. Time we may not have. Even for an Ascended Being, a vast distance is still a vast distance."

"Let me guess," Mckay chimes in, "it'd be faster to use the Stargate?"

"Indeed, it would," Orlin then looks at you and says, "my apologies, I'll be going now. Time is of the essence."

And then with a woosh of warm air and a brief pulse of white light, Orlin has vanished again.

For a moment, there's silence...

Then: "Or hyperspace," Jolinar says, an idea wriggling from her mind into yours. "While Orlin is tracking the wormhole back to its origin point, if we can get the X-302's hyperdrive working properly, we can make a short jump to Abydos, use its Stargate, and contact the Asgard through the Ktau Hall."

"Do you think the Asgard could even help," Hammond asks, "especially given the troubles they had with fighting Anubis's ship?"

"They need to know, at the very least, Sir," you say. "Even if they can't do anything between the Replicators or Anubis... They need to know. I'd be willing to put good money on this being another attack from some Goa'uld, if not Anubis."

"Get on it, then," Hammond says. "I want the X-302 on route to Abydos as soon as possible." He turns to leave, pauses, then says, "And SOMEONE figure out how long we have until the Stargate explodes! I don't want us to be holding a live grenade for any longer than absolutely necessary!"


 

EARTH DATE: MARCH 8TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/8/0002.

288 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (IT'S MATH CRUNCHING TIME... FOR SOMEBODY ELSE ENTIRELY AND NOT AT ALL RELATED TO THE ALTERNIAN EVACUATION.)

64:23 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION. (OH BOY, ANOTHER TIMER!)

You're once again Jolinar, and as you sift over the various data programs and data paths and everything that you'll need to get the X-302's Naquadria hyperdrive to play nice, your host is taking a POWER NAP- or as close to one as she can while you're working on the problem for her.

Sometimes, you wonder if Sam didn't have you around to help keep her body in working order, how she'd survive without you? Regardless, she thought it might help with this current Naquadria calculation.

"Major Carter?" And then there's Jonas knocking at the door with wonderful timing, considering the question on the math you needed answering.

"Sorry, Jonas," you say, "she's taking a quick nap at the moment. Is there something I can help you with? If so, may I propose a trade of assistance?"

"Uh, sure, Jolinar, wasn't it?" Jonas asks, entering Sam's office with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, it is," You say. "We're stuck on some math regarding the Naquadria. I'm trying to figure out how many short bursts it would take to reach Abydos if we run with fewest short length bursts possible."

"Give me a second to read this and I'll think it over while we talk," Jonas says, then does such, finishing much faster than you'd have thought possible. "So assuming the Naquadria behaves consistently..." He mutters, then says, "Anyways, so, I was coming to check in on how things were going. I guess this answers that question."

"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?" You ask.

"...Is Major Carter listening in right now?" he asks.

"No, she's asleep right now, though I can relay any messages or try to wake her up if-"

"No, that's fine," he raises a hand, interjecting. "I... I was wondering what you'd both think if I asked General Hammond if it would be alright for me to Join SG-1?"

And there's the words you were hoping to hear.

You smile, and say, "Personally, I think it's a great idea. Sam is... she's still reeling from Doctor Jackson's death, but more so, I think, from Skaara's earlier sudden resignation. That kind of team bond so suddenly broken, it's a hard wound to heal, especially after the replacement person then leaves under similar  circumstances that are hard to place the emotions of." You sigh. "And THEN with the recent cascade of horrible replacements..."

"So... it'll be harder for me to prove my worth to them given everything that they've been through recently," Jonas summarizes. "I kind of figured that would be the answer."

"Don't let it discourage you, though," you say. "I think you're just the missing piece SG-1 needs, and while Sam will probably deny it, I think she's slowly coming around to the idea. Have you spoken with Teal'c or Colonel O'neill?"

"Teal'c seemed to approve," Jonas smiles, then gets a confused look on his face for a moment. "Or at least, I think that's what his facial expressions were saying? Teal'c is a hard man to read sometimes."

"That he is," you agree, smiling.

"All he did was nod and hum slightly and told me to ask Major Carter and Colonel O'neill," Jonas continues.

"Ah, yes, that would be approval of the idea, I think," you muse. "Which brings us back to you coming to talk to Sam and I, yes?"

"Yup," Jonas nods, and smiles. "And here I am."

"Here you are," you say.

"As for Colonel O'neill, I..." Jonas works his jaw for a moment. "I feel like he doesn't really like me all that much? But I suppose that's not unexpected considering the circumstances." He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, I'd say it's either to do with you being part of why Daniel died, or..." you muse, looking over Jonas as he enters a sort of idle stance. There's that smile still, and he's posed as if he's generally sort of eager and enthusiastic, but... ah. "Or perhaps more it's the general air of cheerfulness you present at all times?"

"Huh?" Jonas blinks. "What?"

"You smile a lot, even when your heart isn't behind it," you note, "and right now despite the otherwise serious tone of our conversation, your idle stance is generally somewhat... disarming? Placating, perhaps."

Jonas thinks on it for a moment, then says, "Ah. Yeah." He grimaces, "Back in Kelowna, my job had me advising a lot of people and going back and forth and a lot of times you have to deliver bad news with a smile otherwise people get mad. But here on Earth that's not so appropriate, is it? That would put people on edge, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed," you say. "I'd say that's probably part of the problem with Colonel O'neill seeming not to like you. He's picking up on it subconsciously and reading you as untrustworthy."

"Guess I should read up on some books on earth body language," Jonas remarks, turning to leave- then stopping and saying, "Ah! Right! The Naquadria calculations."

He turns around and then types onto the laptop you had your work open on, and then finishes about a minute later.

"There we go," he smiles, but this time it reads as rather genuine. "Let's hope this helps get the 302's Hyperdrive working. It'll take a few more jumps than if it were able to work in one shot, but... If the Naquadria remains stable? It should work."

"Let's hope it does remain stable, then," you agree.


 

61:21 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

"So why can't we just unpack the Giza Gate from Area 51 and dial out?" Your name is Roxy Lalonde, and you ask what's probably a stupid question. "Alternia regularly uses two Stargates at the same time. Why can't we?"

"I've actually run the simulations on that," Doctor Mckay answers. "The problem is mostly misconception. See, Alternia has never actually ever dialed out with one gate while the other is active with an incoming wormhole. It's either both outgoing, or both incoming at the same time. We're not sure if it would actually work or not, and even if it DOES work for Alternia, it might not work for us."

"Why's that?" you ask.

"Well, basically, Alternia's two Stargates are actually built differently from both eachother AND Earth's Stargates." Mckay explains, "One of them is mass produced, the other is hand built. They might have very similar internal programming, but the physical differences might be enough to cause some loopholes we can't exploit here and now, because-" he points out the conference room window at the active gate. "For all that carbon dating insists the Antarctic gate out there is Older than the Giza Gate? From a production and programming standpoint, they're otherwise identical beyond the Point of Origin Glyph being different."

"Right," you nod, understanding. "Antarctica comes from the start of the production run and Giza comes from near the end."

"Also," Mckay says, "there's the fact that the Alternia Gates are basically, uh, version 1.5.X compared to Earth's 1.0.Y Gates. A fork of the software and technology, basically."

"So features Alternia's Gates are capable of aren't backwards compatible," you muse. "Damn. That's annoying."

"Honestly? If we could get our hands on an Alternia Style Stargate for long term use?" Mckay laughs. "We might have been able to program in a way to shut this thing down on our own. They're ridiculously easier to modify according to Doctor Ohphee's research."

"Hmm..." you muse for a moment. "Could we Attero them back?"

"What?" Mckay asks.

"There's a gate on the other end of this that's sending us this deadly wave of energy, right?" You say. "We have Replicator Disruptors, and maybe even EMP generators we could modify to use the same frequency the kids back in the other galaxy just used to blow up English's Supergate."

"Basically do the thing Anubis is trying to do to us slowly, but do it with a method we KNOW is faster!" Mckay quickly deduces your intent. "That might work!" He snaps his fingers, "But... ah. There's only one problem I can see with this idea."

"What's that?" You ask.

"Energy travels two ways through a wormhole," Mckay says. "With what the kids back in Alternia's galaxy did, the only thing coming through the other direction were enemy ships- matter on a different channel inside the wormhole, basically. If we're sending an Attero type Wave through the gate back at them the same time they're sending their Capacitor Overload Wave at us, the two waves might destructively influence each other and cancel each other out."

"Maybe that's a good thing, though?" You offer. "It might shut the gate down."

"Sure, it might. Or it could cause the energy buildup to happen in OUR Stargate's eventhorizon instead of the Stargate on the other side and cause our gate to explode all the faster," Mckay counters.

"...Ah, damn," you frown.

"Still, it's an idea in case the 302 plan fails," he says. "Let's start running calculations and see what we can come up with." Mckay then snaps his fingers at Jonas Quinn, who happened to be passing by. "Hey, you, new guy! What do you know about Electro Magnetic Pulses?"


 

60:41 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your name is COLONEL JACK O'NEILL, and you feel rather TINGLY at the prospect of taking the X-302 out on its first real showing.

Of course, that could also be due to the rumbling of the engine vibrating through your seat as you drive it out of the hanger out onto the tarmac. And BOY is it a SMOOTH RIDE.

"It's a shame we can't just drive to Abydos," you remark to Carter, who's sitting behind you. "This thing handles like a Cadilac on the ground."

"Yeah, real shame, that," Carter agrees, tapping at buttons and flipping switches for the pre-flight check.

"So this is going to work, right?" You ask. "We're not going to, like, go splat against the Gate Iris, are we?"

"We've got a lot of failsafes installed to prevent accidents like that, Sir," Carter says. "Worst that'll should happen is we just don't enter hyperspace at all."

"What if there's something worse than that, though?" You ask.

"...Then we could wind up who knows where in the galaxy," Carter answers. "But hopefully, we'll just wind up at Abydos."

"Abydos-1, prepare for Ready Check," you hear Doctor Murphy speaking over the radio.

You then proceed to do the PRE-FLIGHT CHECK-Y THING.

"Navigation?"

"Check."

"Rocket fuel tapped out?" You ask.

"Check," Carter replies.

"Oxygen, Pressure, temp control?"

"All Check."

"Luggage?" You jokingly ask.

"Uh... Yes?" Carter snickers a bit.

"Intertial Dampeners?"

"Check."

"Engines?"

"All check."

"Phasers?" You ask a bit more seriously.

"...We stripped out the weapons to lighten the load," Carter answers. "So no, even if we had designed them. Otherwise, all systems operational."

"Drat," you smirk, then Radio, "Abydos-1 to command, we're ready to depart."

"Good luck, Abydos-1," Hammond says from the SGC, "and God Speed."

"I believe the proper term is Plaid Mode, sir," you joke.

"Uh... Right, of course, Colonel," Hammond gives an exasperated sigh.

"'Plaid Mode'?" Carter asks.

"I'll explain once we're on the way, Carter," you say, and then prepare to launch into the upper atmosphere. "It's gonna be a long flight, after all."

"Fair enough, Sir," Carter answers.

And so you push the thrusters forwards and PCH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! Off you go!


 

Your name is BRA'TAC, and you watch as Teal'c heads over to talk with Ry'ac after the funeral pyre had been lit.

"Hopefully they can work it out," Doctor Fraiser says, standing next to you as she watches them talk.

"They will," you say. "They are more similar than they yet realize. Both are grieving, and mourning. Give them time to work through it, and they will become stronger for it."

"In the mean time, I have to wonder why we can't dial Earth," Doctor Fraiser says, crossing her arms. "Jude and Cassie are working on ideas, but none of them are pleasant ones."

"Hmm. Yes, that is the conundrum," you say. "A Stargate should not be continually active for as long as it has been, if it is indeed active. If it has been burried, however, or destroyed? Those are grim prospects."

And then there's the roar of a Tel'tak's engines as it wooshes overhead in the night sky, heading for a nearby landing clearing.

"Now who could that be at this hour?" You ask.

"Maybe it's some good news," Doctor Fraiser says.

"Let us go investigate, hm?"

"Let's," Fraiser nods.

A Jaffa named Shaq'rel, a long time friend of yours and Teal'c's, is the one who piloted the Tel'tak, and he comes bearing grim news regarding Anubis' planned attack on Earth...

A plan you fear has already been long set into motion.


 

57:36 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

You're back to being Colonel Jack O'neill, and it turned out to be a much shorter flight than you anticipated. The X-302's autopilot engaged at the last possible moment, sending you careening away from the Hyperspace window, forcing the mission to be scrubbed.

"What happened out there?" Hammond asks as you and Carter return to the SGC.

"They're still analyzing the flight data recorder," Carter says, "but it looks like a 605-3 error."

"Forgive me?" Hammond asks.

"It's the one after 605-2, Sir," you say.

"Basically," Carter says, "it means the 302's navigational computer lost the destination coordinates before we entered the Hyperspace window, so the auto pilot took over and made us miss the window."

"So going to Abydos to use its Stargate is out of the question?" Hammond asks.

"For the moment, Sir, yes," Carter nods. "I can work on the simulations a bit more in the mean time to try and get it to work, but I think the problem is the Naquadria core. It won't work for the long distance jumps we need it to."

"Don't worry on it," Hammond says. "Doctor Mckay and Miss Lalonde have been spearheading a plan to return to sender the attack."

"What?" Carter asks. "How?"

"It's-" Hammond doesn't get far because the lights all cut out in that moment in a very familiar manner.

"Asgard?" You ask.

And then a BOOMING LAUGH comes from the Gate room.

Everyone goes to look out the window, and what you all see is...

It's Anubis' cloaked form, towering tall above the Stargate, legs sort of clipping through the ramp.

"I. AM. ANUBIS." He declares himself captain obvious. "BEHOLD ALL YOUR WORKS AND TREMBLE AS THEY ARE RENDERED NAUGHT, TAU'RI."

"Asgard technology," Carter guesses. "He must have stolen it from Thor when he downloaded his mind into his ship."

"YOUR DOOM IS AT HAND. THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE. THERE WILL BE NO SURRENDER. THERE WILL BE NO LAST MINUTE EFFORTS TO SAVE YOURSELVES. THERE WILL BE NO 'LUCKY BREAKS', AS OTHERS SEEM TO CREDIT YOU." Anubis throws his hands to the side, and laughs. "PRAY FOR YOUR SOULS TO BE REDEEMED IN THE AFTERLIFE. I WILL WEIGH YOU AND FIND YOU LACKING."

"Someone's full of himself," Jolinar mutters, and you're inclined to agree.

"PREPARE TO DIE!" And with that, Anubis's giant form flickers out of existence.

Your name is Colonel Jack O'neill...

"Oh, please."

...And you are NOT IMPRESSED.

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57:26 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

"Well, that was melodramatic." Your name is DOCTOR RODNEY MCKAY and you can't help but feel a bit let down as you stare out the window at the Stargate. "Are they always that loud? The Villains?"

"Unfortunately, Yes," Major Carter replies, similarly staring out the window. "They tend to be."

"Gotta wonder why he waited so long to do the announcement thing?" You say.

"He probably just wanted to make sure the device was working first," Major Carter's Tok'ra companion, Jolinar, answers.

"Yeah, that'd be embarrassing," you say. "'Rawr! Behold all my power there is no escape from your doom!' And then the Gate shuts down. 'Oh, nevermind! What lovely weather we're having! Is that a tray of danishes and jam dodgers?'"

"Yeah," Carter scoffs. "That'd be something alright." Then, she turns to look at you, "So what's this project you and Roxy have been working on to try and haul our asses out of this particularly fragrant dumpster fire that Anubis has dumped on us?"

"Nice metaphor," you say. "Our plan is basically to return the dumpster fire to its sender, much quicker than he's sending it our way."

"Lay it on me," Carter says.


 

56:56 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your name is Teal'c- CHWUNK!- and you can feel it in your bones as Master Bra'tac fails to connect the Stargate to a certain one of Anubis' very few worlds for the third time in a row.

"This is the one," Bra'tac says. "This is the only one of Anubis' worlds that I know the Gate addresses of that we cannot connect to."

"Then we will fly there at once," you decide.

"You will have my ship, friends," Shaq'rel says.

As a matter of course, Doctor Fraiser, Cassandra, and Jude invite themselves along.

"Consider us your backup SG-1," Jude remarks with a grin.

And your son...

"If we're ever to move past this," Ry'ac says, looking you in the eyes, "I need to see with my own eyes how the Goa'uld can fail, and not just rely on stories."

...You accept his reasoning.

"Very well, but if Cassandra Fraiser tells you to do something, do it," you tell him.

"Why?" Ry'ac asks.

"Let us not waste the time we have asking questions on the ground," Bra'tac interjects, and with that, you're all off towards the planet Anubis likely has the weapon stored on.


 

55:25 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

"I have major concerns over this plan," Major Carter says calmly to General Hammond. "First of all, even if the potential of us blowing ourselves up is small-- Which I will get back to in a minute."

Your name is Jonas Quinn, and you can't help but brace yourself upon seeing the stance she's taken up. She's tense, though her voice is calm. You feel as if you're looking at a volcano about to erupt.

"If this attack fails, just by opening the Iris for even a minute we'll likely cut our remaining time to solve this problem in half!"

You'd best keep clear of the ensuing eruption, and so you head down to the Gate room itself to stare at things for a minute or two.

You find you're not the only one doing some sightseeing. There's another man here, standing at the base of the ramp, staring up at the Gate, dressed in a flight uniform that doesn't seem to match the uniforms everyone else wears around the SGC.

"Uh, Hi?" You begin.

"Oh, hey," the guy only glances at you briefly before turning to look back at the Gate. "So this is it, right? This is the thing that lets us travel millions of lightyears across the galaxy in a single step."

"Sometimes to other galaxies too, I've heard," you say. "Is this your first time seeing it?"

"Yeah," he says. "It's... different than I imagined."

"It's a lot more impressive with the Iris open," you say. "The light from it shimmers and shines like a thousand stars all hanging in a pool of water."

"Have you ever gone through it?" the guy asks.

"Once," you say, completely honestly.

"What was it like?" The guy looks at you, a curious glint in his eyes.

You smile and lie your teeth off- "Hurts like hell."

"Seriously?" Oh, that expression on his face.

"No, actually," you laugh. "I'm just messing with you." Then, you offer him your hand. "I'm Jonas Quinn."

"Cam Mitchel," the guy shakes it. "I'm the X-302's test pilot. Guess I'll be out of a job soon enough, though. If this thing blows up."

"Ah, so I guess you're the guy who took it out for yesterday's testflights?" You ask.

"And all the ones before it, too," Mitchel answers. "It's been a long and bumpy road getting that bird air worthy."

"I can only imagine how many crashes it must have had," you say.

"Near crashes," Mitchel corrects. "But never any actual crashes. I've always managed to pull it out of a spin or dive during the tests." He pauses, "Wonder if I'll ever get a chance to go through the Gate."

"Someday, maybe," you say. "If we can resolve this problem first, that is."

For a few moments, you continue to both stare at the Stargate.

"You know," Mitchel finally says. "It's kind of a weird question, but, I've just gotta ask... How the hell do you think they got this thing in here?"

"I know, right?" You ask in return. "It's been bugging me since I first got here. The doors are way too small for it to fit through them."

"The ceiling retracts," Major Carter says as she walks into the Gate room, a frown on her face. "This whole room used to be a missile silo, so there's a track, a crane, and a shaft that goes all the way up to the surface."

"So all the stuff that'd lower a missile into place is there to lower a Stargate into place," Mitchel summarizes, in understanding. "Gotcha."

"You're Captain Mitchel, right?" Carter asks, offering her hand to the man.

"Yup," he says, shaking it. "You must be Major Carter?"

"That's me," she answers.

"Can I just say, it's an honor to meet you face to face," Mitchel says. "We've heard a lot about SG-1 over at the 302 facility."

"I can only imagine what crazy rumors you're hearing about out there," Carter says, laughing a bit nervously.

"Well, there's the rumor that you guys actually saved Earth from a meteor by throwing it into hyperspace," Mitchel begins.

"Well, that's-" Carter stops mid sentence, and you see a spark of an idea in her eyes.

You think over the conversation that Major Carter had just been part of, and the idea clicks into your mind as well.

"What goes up must come down, but the same is true in the reverse," you say.

"Exactly," Carter nods in agreement.

"What are we talking about exactly here?" Mitchel asks. "Because I feel like we've just stumbled on something important here."

"We strap the Stargate to the bottom of the X-302 and fling it into hyperspace," Carter says. "It doesn't even matter if we can get a hyperspace window stable for longer than a fraction of a second, because a fraction of a second of hyperspace travel is still millions of miles in a single burst!"

"And that's all we need because we don't need the 302 to go to another planet," you say. "We just need to get it as far away from earth as it can be safe."

For a moment, the three of you stand there, the pieces of everything coming together inside your heads.

And then, you start moving out of the Gate Room.

"The 302 isn't designed to carry a Stargate normally, so we'll need to strip out everything out of the 302 that we don't need taking up weight," Carter says. "Almost everything except the ejection system, life support, and the engines."

"I'll go fly back to Area 51 and make sure they get to work stripping the 302!" Mitchel volunteers. "We'll also need someone to fly it who's used to it not handling like it should, and that person's me. I've saved the 302 from crashing near enough times as it is. I can handle an extra thousand pounds of weight."

"Right- crap, we'll also need a way to get it into orbit. There's no way the fuel reserves will last long enough." Carter pauses to duck into the Gate's control room doors. "I'll figure something out after I try to convince General Hammond this is the best option we have."

"I'll work on the Naquadria calculations," you volunteer. "I'll figure out the minimum amount of power draw we need to get it as far away as possible to be safe."

"Thanks, Jonas," Carter smiles, and then she rushes towards the stairs to the upper level, yelling for General Hammond.

"This is a crazy ass idea," Mitchel says, "and it's not even sinking in yet what I just volunteered for. But if this works?" He laughs. "Oh, man, this is going to be awesome!"


 

48:35 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your name is Samantha Carter and despite you offering a completely different plan, and objecting heavily to this idea, and even Doctor Mckay and Roxy Egbert saying their idea was heavily risky and that just getting the Gate off the planet was the safer idea...

"We're going live with the EMP Attero Test in five minutes, people!" Mckay calls out as the waveform generating device is brought in to hover over the Stargate ramp.

...The government has ordered Mckay and Roxy's reverse gate-blowup plan to go through anyways, as a means of "teaching Anubis a lesson they'll never forget." (You suspect Senator Kinsey and the NID had some input somewhere, pushing it forwards despite a better option.)

You really hope this doesn't backfire horribly.

The strange device is loaded up in front of the Stargate, everyone clears the room, and the blast doors are closed shut.

From the camera feeds you watch as the WAVEFORM GENERATOR spins up to speed, and then the Iris is opened and-

"And cue the Destructive Wave Interference," Mckay mutters as huge electrical sparks fly all across the Gate room, the lights on the ramp start exploding, and alarms ring out in, well, alarm as the energy transference coming through the wormhole spikes.

"Close the Iris!" Hammond orders. "Shut it down!"

Sargent Siler ends up being the one to pull the plug on the Waveform Generator, and you go for the Iris' palm scanner. You barely see the poor man being flung to the floor by an electrical surge before you feel a large bolt of energy run up your arm.

The next thing you know, you're being dragged to the infirmary, dazed by what was probably quite a severe electrical shock.

[We really need to stop taking huge electrical shocks, Sam,] Jolinar gripes. [It really hurts and I'm getting tired of healing this kind of damage to both of our brains.]

'Agreed,' you sigh. It really is getting tiring.

An indiscernible amount of time later, Doctor Lam has bandaged up your hand, and you're left to rest for a few minutes before being cleared for duty.

As you're about to get ready to get discharged from the Infirmary and put your X-302 plan into motion, Mckay comes to visit.

"You were right, but it ended up being worse," he says. "So, consider me very apologetic that we didn't just go with your plan first instead."

"How much time did we loose?" you ask.

"That stunt just about more than halved our available remaining time until detonation," he answers.

"Hate to say 'I told you so,'" you grimace, flexing at your wounded hand, "but I am so going to say 'I told you so' to whoever decided that plan was 'within the acceptable margin of risk.'"

"Hah, Miss Egbert's already yelling at someone over the phone over this. When I left the words 'Hypothetically speaking' and certain inferences to a certain Senator's mother were being used," Mckay says. "I'd join in, but Hammond told me to tell you that we've gotten the go-ahead to launch the 302 plan. We've already called for the plane to ship the gate to Area 51, and we're getting the gate lifted up to the surface right now."

"That sounds like Roxy, alright. And, good," you say. "How much time left do we have exactly before everything goes boom compared to how long we have to ship it?"

"A little less than twenty hours," Mckay pauses, looking pale as he continues, "But with the head start you and Quinn got by sending that pilot guy to strip the 302? Ironically enough, we've got enough time to get everything pulled off a margin of error buffer window of just about 38 minutes."

"That's..." you muse over that fact. "Well, we'll be cutting it close, that's for sure."


 

EARTH DATE: MARCH 9TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/9/0002.

287 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (ROLL THE ALARMS!)

8:16 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your name is JUDE HARLEY, and WOW, that is a lot of Goa'uld motherships guarding an otherwise inaccessible planet. Thankfully, the Cargoship is cloaked and has been since you exited hyperspace just moments ago, otherwise that would be a LOT of firepower directed your way.

You count at least... five, six... eight ships!

"I think we've got the right planet," Cassie says.

"Indeed," Teal'c agrees.

"Look!" You point out the cargo ship's window at the surface of the planet, where a large glowing circle can be seen even from orbit. "Ten million chocolate creme easter eggs says that's the weapon."

"That'd be a Sucker's bet, and you know it," Cassie nudges you in the arm with her shoulder.

"The ship is detecting a Ring Platform near that area," Shaq'rel says. "No others on the surface of the planet."

"Good," Bra'tac says. "We should be able to ring down and begin an attack without being noticed."

And then a death glider's cannon fire clips the ship.

"...What was that about not being noticed, Master?" Ry'ac quips as another blast nearly hits the ship, evaded only due to Shaq'rel throwing the cargo ship into evasive maneuvers.

"We should all ring down now," Cassie says to everyone, then, to Shaq'rel, "come back and pick us up in a few hours."

"I will do so," Shaq'rel nods.

"Good luck, my friend," Teal'c says, and then nods. "Cassandra, let us know if something changes."

"Aye aye, sir!" Cassie nods, and with that, you all head to the Ring Room.

As Bra'tac taps in the buttons to ring to the surface, Ry'ac looks to his father, and says, "You still didn't explain to me why we have to listen to her."

"She is psychic," Teal'c answers.

"Psychic? Really?" Ry'ac asks.

"I get bad vibes and know how to make them the least bad," Cassie says with a grin, handing the boy a Zat gun with the wise words, "Ry'ac, make sure to dodge roll to your right when I say 'Duck.' Teal'c, same word, readjust your staff and fire over your shoulder, aim five degrees to your right. Jude, three shots, left off the rings right as we arrive. Mom, on 'Mark,' two shots at 2 o'clock. Bra'tac, just do what you do best."

"Understood," Bra'tac gives Cassie a smile.

"Uh-" Ry'ac barely has time to accept all of that as Bra'tac steps onto the ring platform, and it activates.

You ready your Zat-gun, and take a kneeling position as the wave of energy rushes over you all.

As the rings lower, you take aim at you left and fire off three shots in rapid fire.

A trio of surprised Jaffa who stupidly stood in a line fall down like dominoes.

The other Jaffa guarding the Rings are taken down by Teal'c and Bra'tac firing off their staff weapons, and you, Cassie, her mother, and Ry'ac all firing your zats.

Then, another group emerge from the bush ready to rain down fire on your group.

"MARK!" Cassie yells, and two zat shots soar past over your shoulder, taking out a Jaffa carrying a rather large Glider sized Staff Cannon. The fire fight continues a bit more, and then- "DUCK!"

However, Ry'ac fails to dodge roll, and takes a staff blast to his shoulder for his troubles. Before that Jaffa could get in a second, killing shot, though--

PCHOO!

Teal'c turns his staff around over his shoulder and unleashes an unsighted staff blast that nails that bastard Jaffa in the face.

Another few seconds, the enemy forces go down, and reinforcements don't show up for revenge.

Doctor Fraiser kneels and starts tending to Ry'ac's shoulder.

"Ow..." the boy groans. "What hit me?"

"A staff blast, that's why Cassie told you to duck," Doctor Fraiser says, quickly applying a patch to his shoulder. "You're lucky it was a graze, and it's already healing up. Your Symbiote's faster on the uptake than you are."

Ry'ac looks to Cassie, and asks, "How?"

"Psychic," Cassie answers. "Speaking of, we should get moving before reinforcements arrive. Now."

And so you pick up and get moving.


 

06:18 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your group makes it over the crest of a large hill and peers out over into the horizon.

There is a large glowing dome of a FORCESHIELD active so large and yet far away in the horizon that it looks like if you held out your hands and pretended to hold either side of it, you'd be holding a giant purple electric basketball that's partially sunken into the ground.

Held within that electric purple basketball is a large sort of slingshot shaped device shooting two beams of purple energy at a small tiny glowing speck of blue on the ground-- the Active Stargate if you had to guess.

There are Death Gliders hovering over the giant weapon within the sheild, as if waiting for something to come crashing down ontop of it, or for something to start an attack run.

"Ten Popsicle sticks says they're waiting for Daniel to show up and start wrecking havoc," Cassie muses.

"Suckers bet," you say. "Twenty sticks says they're expecting other Goa'uld."

"Bra'tac and I will go investigate to see if there is a way through the shield," Teal'c says. "The rest of you will wait here."

"Why aren't we all going?" Ry'ac asks.

"It is better logic for only two to risk being captured and not the full team should we encounter undue resistance," Bra'tac says.

"It's also better chances for us to destroy that thing if we wait behind," Cassie says. "Plus, your shoulder isn't done healing yet."

"...Alright," Ry'ac agrees to that logic.

"Good luck out there, Teal'c," Doctor Fraiser says.

"Thank you, Doctor Fraiser," Teal'c says in return.

And with that, they head off.

You take the minutes of silence that follows staring at the machine at the center of it all.

It looks a LOT like a giant sized version of what you would build if you were designing something to gradually overload a Stargate's capacitors to the point the Naquadah within it would be unable to contain the electrical charge and then melt down in a-

Oh.

SHIT.

Given that your latest experiment with building technology ended up requiring a ZPM to power it, and THOSE were pretty exclusively ANCIENT TECHNOLOGY, and that you were able to just completely recognize this device within a few seconds of looking at it, you're pretty sure this thing is ANCIENT TECHNOLOGY.

And it's pointed right at Earth's Stargate.

Oh.

FUCK.

Okay, so you know how you might build something like this... how do you safely shut this thing down??

"C'mon," Cassie says, jarring you out of your thoughts. "It's been about five minutes, let's head after them."

"Why?" Ry'ac asks.

"Because if we don't get moving now we get captured?" Cassie answers.

"That's good enough for me," Doctor Fraiser says.


 

04:13 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your name is Teal'c-

WHACK!

--Ow.

And you and Bra'tac indeed got captured by Anubis' forces. Right now, the leader of the ground forces is hitting you with the back end of his staff weapon, trying to get you to- to what exactly? Talk about your plans? Tell him where the others are hiding? He hasn't really said or done much than hit you every time you open your mouth.

"My son hits harder than you," you tell the Jaffa torturing you.

He snarls and-

You get ZAT'D, and then wake up in a cell next to Master Bra'tac.

"Teasing our tormentors, hm?" Bra'tac asks.

"Indeed." You work your jaw. OW. It's sore, but yeah, you think... That was worth it.


 

03:42 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

"Glider field," you're once again Jude Harley, and you grin as you see the field of parked Death Gliders just... chilling out. "Shall we swipe some?"

"In..." Cassie looks at her watch, then at the Gliders, then smiles and says, "Five... four... three..."

And then there's a massive burst of light up in the upper atmosphere.

"Knock knock," she says. "Distraction's here."

You look up and watch as a swirling ball of light dances around in the heavens, blowing up things up there... yeah, that sure is a pissed off ascended being alright.

"What even..." Ry'ac stares upwards. "What is that?"

"Either Daniel or Orlin," Doctor Fraiser says. "No idea which."

"...I see," Ry'ac says.

"Either way," you say, "let's steal some Gliders."

"Jude, take Ry'ac with you to circle around and try to find Teal'c and Bra'tac," Cassie decides. "Mom and I will go scout the shield generators and find a weak spot to blow it all up. Then, we'll come around and back you up."

 


 

02:34 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

Your name is Colonel Jack O'neill, and you're of two minds about being sidelined for this mission.

On the one hand, hey, your leg is still bugging you from it being hurt earlier. No real reason for you to go out and do something to make it hurt more- like, say, ejecting at speed from a 302 about to enter hyperspace and then crash down into the ocean.

On the other... you're fairly used to being the guy doing the saving. You're not usually the one stuck at base watching an icon travel across a screen representing the Stargate in flight.

Once it landed at Area 51, they strapped it to the bottom of the X-302 and then strapped THAT on top of an airliner, the exact make and model you didn't catch. Then, that Captain Mitchel guy strapped himself into the X-302, and is presently riding it up to the target altitude. Once that's reached, he'll launch off like a rocket into the upper atmosphere and then send the thing on its final flight into hyperspace.

A part of you wonders what's going to happen with the Gate. Will it disconnect once it's far enough away? Will it just blow up? What even happens to an active stargate when it enters Hyperspace?

These questions and many more... remain yet to be answered. And honestly, they probably won't.

And so you just sit in a chair next to Carter as you both wait for the Gate to arrive at its new destination.

"So... how much longer?" You ask.

"If we're lucky, about two more hours to get to the Jet's target altitude and for the 302 to successfully ascend manually the rest of the way and enter hyperspace," Carter maths it all out, "then we should have about thirty eight minutes of wait time before the Gate explodes."

"Thirty Eight minutes seems like an ironic amount of extra time," you say.

"We'd be cutting it a lot closer if Jonas hadn't asked about how we got the Stargate in and out of the mountain," Carter says. "We got a head start on preparing everything while Mckay and Roxy's attempt was worked on."

"And what if our estimates wrong and the gate blows up sooner?" You ask.

"Then Earth's atmosphere gets set on fire and the whole planet burns," Carter summarizes.

"...Let's hope Mitchel's as good of a pilot as he says he is," you say.

"You should see some of the X-302's test flights," Carter says. "If we survive this, we'll have to watch them some time. Besides, we might not have much else to do if we can't figure out how to protect our other Stargate from attacks like this in the future. There's quite a few of the flight tests. Lots of near crashes, if you're into that sort of tension. Probably just as entertaining as any scifi movie."

"That sounds suspiciously like a date, Carter," you point out.

"Oh. Right, uh, well, I was thinking we could invite the whole team, maybe?" She covers, hastily. Hastily enough you can tell that wasn't at all what she was thinking at all. Still, you'll let it slide. "You know, once Teal'c comes back. We can all get together and watch it. Get Janet, Roxy, and the kids involved. Jonas too. Maybe Captain Mitchel could narrate for us, if he even wants to relive those near crashes at all."

"Jonas, huh?" You ask.

"Well, if this works out he did help us save the world," Carter says.

"That he did," you muse.

Jonas Quinn again? Hmm...


 

01:11 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

The X-302 soared through the air on the back of a mighty Boeing 747 Jet.

"Starflight, you've reached altitude and are clear for take off," Doctor Murphy says.

"Roger that, Command. Starflight departing," Captain Mitchel says, and then X-302 engages its atmospheric engines and detaches from the back of the Jet, lifting up, and wobbling slightly due to the extra weight of the Stargate beneath it.

Then, stabilized, it takes off towards the upper atmosphere.

And up and up and up it goes.


 

00:51 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

You are now Bra'tac, and the Jaffa have decided to take you to be used as hostages to prevent the glowing light in the sky (now bashing itself against the forceshield in an attempt to get through after thoroughly trashing the forces up above, you would guess) from destroying them all.

It is a smart move, you would say if it were not for the fact that the light in the sky is an Ascended being and not a normal enemy who could be reasoned with. An Ascended being who is likely someone who knows Teal'c personally. In that case, the Jaffa attempting this foolhardy ransom attempt might just get slain on principle the moment the shield gets broken.

VREEEEEE! VREEEEEEEE!

...Or, if it were not also for the fact that your ears pick up the sound of two incoming death gliders coming rapidly towards your position.

Your eyes meet Teal'c's, and he hears it as well. You prepare to act the moment-

PCHOOOO! PCHOOOO! Explosions erupt in the dirt just in front of the front of this 'prisoner's convoy'- PCHOOOO! PCHOOOO! -and you and Teal'c duck for cover as another wave of explosions hit the ground in the back.

The Jaffa who had captured you scramble to fire back, but that's where you and Teal'c get the upper hand, having been forgotten about in the ambush. You both ram the nearest Jaffa and grab their staff weapons and blast everyone else who isn't getting picked off by Glider Fire.

Once you're sure all your enemies have been defeated, you and Teal'c use your pilfered staff weapons to shoot open the chains binding your hands.

"Two gliders, hm?" You muse, watching the two gliders veer away to the side and start shooting at the ground based shield generators surrounding the entire complex.

There's a few large explosions, and then the shield wall flickers and breaks, allowing the energy being to slip through and begin laying waste to the flying armada of ships just beneath the shield that had been waiting for just such a moment.

Their mettle is tested, and quickly found lacking.


 

00:40 (HOURS/MINUTES) UNTIL STARGATE DETONATION.

The X-302 reaches the point where its in-atmosphere engines reach the end of their fuel reserves, and so its pilot fires off its main rocket booster and it soars higher and higher and higher, until that, too burns out.

"Engaging Hyperdrive," Captain Mitchel calls out, activating the computer program, and then pulls at the ejection levers as the hyperdrive powers up.

He could only watch then, as the X-302 rocketed out from beneath him, and entered the briefly open hyperspace and then vanished from sight.

And thus, Captain Mitchel fell for what felt like an eternity until finally the parachutes activated and he began the long journey, floating down to finally touch down on the ocean.


 

Inside one of the Death Gliders, you are Jude Harley and you've locked in the coordinates for the most explosive part of the energy generating device.

"I've got a lock on the most explosive parts!" you tell Ry'ac, and Cassie and Janet over the radio. "We're going to light this thing up!"

"Uh- hold up on that for a moment-" Cassie reports. "Got a vibe that-"

She doesn't need to finish her sentence.

You're close enough to the Stargate to see the eventhorizion on it flicker suddenly- as if the Gate lost track of where the destination even was- before destabilizing.

This causes a large surge of energy buildup to slip through the wormhole, though, and smash into the ground behind the Stargate, causing the ground around the Gate to start to destabilizie and start to sink in. The Gate starts to tilt to the side, causing the energy beam to start to hit it directly instead of the event horizon.

And then the Gate suddenly shuts down, but it continues to draw in energy from the weapon itself.

"NEVERMIND! SHOOT IT NOW!" Cassie yells, and you fire off your glider's weapons- striking at the base of the weapon and causing a chain reaction to build up within its core.

Then, before anything else happens, the Ascended being that had been attacking the Goa'uld ships swoops down and pile drives straight into it, and the energy beam hitting the Stargate shuts down.

A series of explosions rumble deep underground, and then- the whole of the energy emitting device seems to erupt into a fountain of blinding bright white light.

After it passes, there's nothing but a crater left in place. And as the Stargate that had been targeted by the weapon is tumbling down into the dirt, Ry'ac voices the most important question- "What happened to the Stargate? Why did it flicker like that and then shut down?"

That is honestly a very good question and you hope the answer is a good one.


 

"We've got report that Captain Mitchel's been spotted touching down in the ocean," comes the report mere seconds before there is a massive bloom of light in the mid-day sky. As seen from the ground it will be easily mistaken as a tiny cloud. From a bit higher up, though, and related to you at the SGC through dash-mounted camera, it's clearly an explosion.

"What was that, Carter?" Colonel O'neill asks you.

Yes, you are Samantha Carter and... "I don't know, Sir." You look at the clock. Detonation occurred at 37 minutes and 59 seconds.

You still had plenty of buffer room, so, what just happened?

"The Naquadria core detonated," Jonas Quinn chimes in. "It must have absorbed and mixed negatively with the energy being fed into the Stargate wormhole and became unstable."

You look around the room, and Roxy shrugs, "Makes sense to me."

Mckay, of course, just says, "It's either that, or I overestimated how much of a buffer room we had. So, I'm going to go with the Naquadria thing too."

"Well, either way," O'neill says, "that Gate is gone, and Anubis probably thinks we're dead." The room is silent for a moment, then he asks, "Lunch, anyone?"


 

Meanwhile, Anubis roared in anger as he received a report from a surviving Goa'uld Mothership that his super weapon had been destroyed by an Ascended being aided by two rogue Death Gliders.

He would be having WORDS with English about the supposed indestructibility of that force shield later.


 

EARTH DATE: MARCH 10TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/10/0002.

286 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE. (OH WHAT A RELIEF IT IS TO ONLY HAVE *ONE* COUNTDOWN TIMER MEASURED IN DAYS RATHER THAN HOURS.)

It is to everyone's relief that but a day later a cargo ship arrived in Earth's orbit carrying Teal'c's assault team, plus one extra passenger in the form of Orlin, bringing the news that Anubis' super weapon had been completely destroyed down to every last atom.

The Stargate Program was free to start again with the Giza Gate once more set as the active Gate, but before operations properly commenced again, Jude and Cassie briefly traveled to Alternia and returned with a program that Callie Ohphee had written- an emergency shut off program for cases just like this one, where something unwanted was being pumped through an active Stargate continually... like Magma, for example.

The Stargate thus secured against any repeat attempts of this nature, you are once again Colonel Jack O'neill, and you're facing a decision.

"General," you say, knocking on Hammond's door.

"Enter," he says. "Ah, Jack, how's the leg?"

Still sore.

"Good as new," you lie. "Fraiser's going to give me a checkup once she's back from her day off. I'm sure she'll clear me for duty."

"That's good to hear," Hammond muses. "So... have you made a decision?"

"As a matter of fact, I have," you say. "Jonas Quinn."

Hammond considers your statement for a moment, then says, "The Russians aren't going to like that answer."

"Well, to borrow a phrase from a favorite cartoon of mine," you say, "they can Eat My Shorts, Sir."

"That they can," Hammond smirks.


 

You find Jonas holed up in Daniel/Skaara's office again, reading over some book on... Ancient Greek Mythology.

"Hey," you say, and Jonas looks up in surprise.

"Colonel!" He stands up. "What can I do for you?"

"Teal'c's back for a few hours and his kid's visiting for a while, so we're going out for a congratulation dinner on his first successful mission against the Goa'uld," you pause, then say, "Carter's idea, of course."

Jonas stands there for a moment, seemingly unsure as to what to make with that information.

"You're coming," you tell him flat out.

"I am?" he asks.

"You're part of SG-1," you inform him, "it wouldn't be right to cut you out."

"I-" You see a complex maze of emotions flash on Jonas' face. "I'm on the team?"

"You're on the team," you say.

"Thank you, Sir," Jonas says. "You won't regret it."

"Just grab a hat," you say. "It's going to rain today."

"But the forecast said it was going to be sunny?" Jonas counters.

"Going to rain," you stress, pointing at your forehead in reference to Teal'c and Ry'ac's facial decorations.

"Ah," Jonas nods, understanding. He catches on quick. "Gotcha. Any color requirements?"

"I was feeling mauve," you say. "But you know what, let's just stick with green for today. Green's a nice safe color for a 'we saved the world' party."

"Right," Jonas nods. "I'll go get ready."

"Meet you at the elevators in ten," you say, and then head off to just exactly there.

You can just imagine Jonas squealing in delight inside his head. You've just made his day, you're sure.

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EARTH DATE: MARCH 26TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/26/0002.

270 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Joey Claire, and you awaken feeling like the filling of a sandwich in a plastic bag. You take a moment to open your eyes and see that your MATESPRIT and your KISMESIS are on either side of you, and that you're all crammed into the interior of a camping tent.

You think for a moment to try to remember, just how did you get here?

And then you remember that you're back on Diaspora, camping out at the crash site while serving guard for Tyzias and Mallek as they work to figure out how to unfreeze at least one of the aliens inside one of the crashed ships.

Right.

You sigh, and gently remove yourself out from Mierfa's grip, trying not to wake her up, then not-so-gently pry yourself out of Polypa's grasp, not caring so much about waking her up as still not waking Mierfa up, and then slip out of the tent into the early morning sunlight.

You decaptchalogue a set of sunglasses and peer up at the sky.

Today marks the 270th day left until the evacuation deadline. And as Diaspora's sun gleams in the sky, all young and golden yellow and so very very stable, you can't help but compare it to Earth's sun, and Alternia's as well.

Diaspora's sun is younger than Earths by at least a few thousand years, which is itself a lot, LOT, younger than Alternia's. Alternia's sun is already large, swollen, and red, and even if not for the moons collapsing, in about 6,120 Solar Sweeps, the planet would be uninhabitable because the sun would expand into it just the same.

Alternia, whose people had already scattered across the galaxy, would soon be no more. Diaspora was already being set up to be the new main homeworld for the Trolls. Several settlements were already being set up elsewhere for Mother Grubs to be moved to from Alternia's caverns.

And the Drones? Those imperial drones that once were so common on Alternia before your arrival that since vanished from everyone's minds? They too have vanished now from the places they should have been- it's as if they, too, have migrated off to corners unknown.

As the wind blows gently, ruffling your hair and planting a cooling kiss against your skin, you can't help but to compare it to the idea of spreading out across the universe. The wind picks up things from one place and carries it somewhere else. Always forwards, though. Never backwards.

You make your way down to the river, and on the way, pass by another tent- Xefros' and Baizli's- finding it empty. You peer out with your Arai beetles all hidden out among the nearby tree branches, and find Xefros working on preparing breakfast for the group, and Baizli is... ah. She's heading to the river ostensibly to get cleaned up like you are.

You'll join her, you guess.

It's funny, you think as you find the small path to the river you've carved out since camping out here. A long time ago, you watched her die through the eyes of an Arai beetle, and yet, here she is, brought back to life again through the power of the Bracelet's scattered pieces.

Everything scatters. Even the water from the river you're walking to will eventually tumble over the edge of a cliff, cascading downwards into the bottom of a ravine, splitting up into a spray of particles before reforming again elsewhere, but never in the same way as it was when it first started its descent.

"The water flows where it wills but it flows downwards, always downwards. There it pools and collects until finally, the tree begins to grow again." -- INTERNET SUPERSTAR BOTANIST EXTRAORDINAIRE, "THE GROWER" YEESHA KATRAN.

You're quite certain that's who said it, if only because the Teal blooded girl is helping out with migrating Alternia's Unique Flora to otherwise habitable worlds that haven't had much in the way their own unique plant life growing on them.

You're pulled out of your musings as you arrive at the river, and quickly set about getting cleaned up for the day. Baizli's already here and settled in on a large rock in the middle of the river. She acknowledges your presence with a brief wave and smile, but otherwise sticks to herself.

You can tell she's got things on her mind. You've all got shit that you don't want to deal with thinking about buzzing about. Things like thinking about how you brought an alternate version of yourself to life just to send her back to Earth in your place. Were you really just running away from your problems, again?

You pause, looking at your own reflection in the river.

...Are you?

After about a minute of furious scrubbing at your hair to get the dirt out, you come to the conclusion that no, you aren't. Not in this case.

Sure, you've handed off the responsibilities of your human self to that other you, but there was no way for you to maintain two separate identities like that. Not without raising suspicion. Not without causing more trouble for everyone else. This way... this way you're making sure that you can manage two sides of the situation without splitting your resources.

Besides, you've already had to go back through the gate twice upon her request to help sell the illusion to the NID during one of Senator Kinsey's 'DEBRIEFINGS.' You're not technically running away here. No. You're just forking your own essence into two places at once to deal with two sets of problems at once.

You do wonder though... what must it feel like? To die and then be reborn again? You glance at Baizli as she dumps a bucket of water down over her head.

...That's a question you didn't ask your other self, and you're not comfortable asking Baizli about either.

You reach out with your Arai beetles as you continue to get ready for a long day of being out in the wild and look for Mallek... it's easy enough to find him. He's still crashed out in his tent, snoring away. Tyzias... Tyzias... you find her and Daraya together inside one of the ships thanks to an Arai that you had the foresight of ordering to stick with them. Daraya's snoozing against a wall, and Tyzias is staring at a holographic panel.

For a moment you try to figure out where your other missing team member is before you realize you forgot to count yourself. Xefros, Baizli, Mallek, Mierfa, Polypa, Daraya, Tyzias, and YOU makes eight.

Seer Altair has had no visions regarding these aliens, good or bad, so Okurii and Matron Porrim both ordered you to take your time with it and not rush anything. So there's that. Whoo.

So... while all of the evacuation stuff is going on elsewhere, you're here waiting to see what happens with the aliens in the ship... and in the meantime of both of those things, everyone's waiting with baited breath to see what happens with regards to Shadre's little fleet of Clown Ships and stolen Goa'uld ships.

The Carapacians have been seen stirring up trouble, but they've been easily kept at bay by the Cla'dian and soon-to-be-dubbed-Diasporan fleets. The others have been conspicuously absent since the Soverign Slayer went out on its first mission. You were lucky that fight didn't evolve into a mecha brawl requiring all three ships in robot form. It was discovered shortly after firing off the Attero Accelerator that one of the transformation circuits wasn't properly installed and wouldn't have fired off at all if a transformation had been requested.

That problem has since been fixed, but it still could have caused a lot of problems.

Even so, Shadre going to ground and pulling almost all of her forces back from the usual tactics she'd employed up until that fight was concerning. If the clowns aren't doing something overt, it means they're doing something sneaky... And whatever that sneaky thing is, you don't like it.

You don't like it one bit.

Chances are, though... It probably has everything to do with the fact that you've now commandeered the Supergate for your galaxy away from their control, and destroyed Lord English's Gate in his galaxy.

He'll waste resources rebuilding it that he wouldn't waste otherwise. It'll waste time that you'll all have to prepare for a proper counter attack...

And most importantly of all, you've all but ensured that whenever he does decide to come through the Supergate... Lord English will be arriving LATER than he originally planned, and somehow, that idea just makes you feel all sorts of GIDDY EMOTIONS.

Then, as you finish getting cleaned up for the morning, the Arai beetle with Tyzias gets a surprise as Tyzias suddenly jumps to her feet and yells out something triumphant. Daraya get awoken, and you hear Tyzias explaining her discovery, or more specifically, about her going to talk about it more with everyone at camp during breakfast.

Your name is Joey Claire, and you get the feeling today is going to be a rather long day at the least, and at most, you'll be dealing with a VERY LONG MONTH instead.

Chapter Text

Chapter Text

EARTH DATE: MARCH 26TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/26/0002.

270 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"Is it just me, or does Jackson seem all kinds of stressed out and pissed off lately?" Jock #1 asks.

"Probably family related. That whole bunch of them are really close knit. I heard her actual biological dad died a few months ago," Jock #2 answers.

"I bet you it's that Sheppard jerk always clinging onto her," the guy named Pete says.

"Pete. NO. Oh my god seriously just leave her be," Jock #3 groans.

"Know what? I'm gonna ask her out. Get her away from that nerd's clingy aura," Pete decides.

"Oh god, Pete, if you have any sense of self preservation DO NOT-" Jock #2 tries to warn his friend off.

"HEY! JACKSON!" Pete yells across the school's cafeteria.

"...Shit, guys, duck and cover. Pete's just about to make a huge mistake," Jock #3 wisely advises.

And so a collection of teenaged school-yard football jocks made to find cover as one of their friends went and poked a very clearly tense and angry wolf in girl's clothing.


 

"Computer, check messages."

*CLICK* *BEEEEP*

"YOU HAVE. FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN. UNHEARD MESSAGES."

"Uggghh. Play all."

"PLAYING, FIRST UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"SHADRE. YOU BITCH. I SEE YOU'VE LISTENED TO MY LAST. SIX HUNDRED. AND TWELVE. MESSAGES. BUT YOU'VE NOT REPLIED TO. A. SINGLE. ONE."

"END OF MESSAGE. PLAYING, SECOND UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"SHADRE. REPLY. REPORT IN. SHADRE. SHADRE. SHADRE."

"END OF MESSAGE. PLAYING, THIRD UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"SHADRE. SHADRE. SHADRE. SHADRE."

"END OF MESSAGE. PLAYING-"

"Stop! Just delete any of them that are just him saying my name over and over again!"

"PROCESSING... SUCCESSFULLY DELETED. FOUR HUNDRED MESSAGES."

Needless to say, Shadre Amanno was not having a good day.

"Play remaining messages."

"PLAYING, FOURTH UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"SHADRE. OR IS IT ECHIDNHA? WHICHEVER. THIS IS ANUBIS. WHEN YOU GET AROUND TO IT COULD YOU PLEASE FERRY A MESSAGE TO ENGLISH FOR ME? HE SEEMS TO BE... AVOIDING RETURNING MY CALLS."

"Hah!"

"THE MESSAGE TO BE RELAYED IS AS FOLLOWS..."

"END OF MESSAGE. PLAYING, FIFTH UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"ENGLISH! YOU SON OF A FUCKING BASTARD WHO LOST A DUEL TO A MUCH BETTER WOMAN THAN YOU'LL EVER MEET! YOUR 'INVINCIBLE SHIELD' BROKE ON ME! ALL IT TOOK WAS A FEW BLASTS TO THE INTERIOR SHIELDING BY SOME CLEVER SPIES AND IT CAME TUMBLING DOWN!! TO ADD ONTO THAT, YOUR. AHHEM. 'UNFLAPPABLE PSYCHIC MIND PROBE COMPUTER LINKAGE SYSTEM' SEEMS TO HAVE BACKFIRED. THE SHIP I HOOKED IT UP TO HAS... HOW DO I PUT IT MILDLY?" There's a brief pause, and then, "OH. YES. I KNOW. IT'S GONE ROGUE. IT'S FLOWN THE COOP. IT'S TAKEN ON A MIND OF ITS OWN AND IS TRYING TO KILL MY PEOPLE ONBOARD IT. WHAT'S MORE, IT'S TAUNTING US WITH SOME INFURIATING STATIC GARBLED MESSAGE THROUGH THE INTERCOMS. WE CAN'T EVEN SET THE SELF DESTRUCT. YOU. OWE ME. A NEW HA'TAK."

"END OF MESSAGE. PLAYING, SIXTH UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"SHADRE, THIS IS YOUR LORD. IF ANUBIS HAPPENS TO SEND YOU ANY MESSAGES TO RELAY. TO ME EXPLICITLY. JUST KEEP. DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING. AND REMAIN.... SILENT. DON'T FORWARDS ME HIS COMPLAINTS."

"END OF MESSAGE."

"Stop. Forwards the ranting message from Lord Anubis to Lord English as requested. Flag it 'automatic forwarding.'"

"FORWARDING MESSAGE."

But that didn't mean her day couldn't get better in some tiny, barely perceivable way.


 

Your name is TYZIAS ENTYKK, and you've got a lot on your mind.

What SHOULD be your PRIMARY of concerns is how to thaw and defrost these four armed aliens, and yet... instead that's but a background task to put your subconscious mind to while your conscious mind wheels over the things currently clouding it.

...Like just how cute Daraya is while she's sleeping. And also how toned her arms and legs are. Like, you've NOTICED (Especially after that night where you were playing poker. AHHEM.) but usually you've tried to ignore it...

Well, it's harder to ignore that when you can see a bit of her stomach skin poking out from beneath her shirt, which she did happen to unbutton a bit near the bottom because of how warm it is inside this room (Which is ODD considering all of the frozen pods containing aliens like, RIGHT NEXT TO YOU). Even you took off your otherwise standard jacket and undid a few buttons because of the heat. (Seriously, it's not even that hot outside considering you just came off of a night cycle of cooling. Why did it never change temperature in here once?)

By any and all fake-gods or god like ascended beings out there in the universe- you've fallen and you've fallen HARD for the girl you're pretty sure has a crush on you in a completely different quadrant--

Wait.

You bring up a screen on the ship's power consumption monitoring. You've been so focused on one section of this problem- how to defrost a chamber- that you've completely ignored other parts of the equation.

The heat in this room isn't paradoxically existing despite the frozen chambers, it's a BYPRODUCT OF THE FROZEN CHAMBERS EXISTING!!

You look around the settings and-- AHHA! There. If you're reading this right then...

Then there are individual PROCESSING NODES on each pod that are generating the frozen stasis effect by sucking heat OUT of the general area around the pod and expelling it through vents into elsewhere in the room.

On a space faring journey this wouldn't be much of an issue given heat radiates outwards into space, but this is a PLANET they've been stuck on and...

And if you're reading this obscure language text right, the aliens were smart enough to build in a fail safe in case of overheating.

"HAHAHA!" you yell out in triumph. "I'VE FIGURED YOU OUT NOW, YOU ALIEN COMPUTER, YOU!"

Daraya snorts awake in that moment, and you realize you were probably just a bit too loud. What even time is it?

...Huh. Only 6:18 in the morning local time? That's... not bad.

You feel rather hungry, actually, so you think now's as good of a time as any to get up and... and...

...Yeah, you need to eat. And drink something that isn't coffee.


 

"PLAYING, FINAL, UNHEARD MESSAGE."

"Madam Echidnha, this is Marduk Instit. I finally got a read on the tracking chip you put in General Aonuma. It looks like they've moved him off world to some abandoned chunk of rock that doesn't even need a Gate on it. I'll be attaching the Gate address as a text document. Good luck."

"END OF MESSAGES."

"Thank you, save that gate address to the computer. I need to prepare for a trip."

...And then Shadre Amanno's day turned around from unpleasant to downright GIDDY.

It was time to stitch together a rescue plan.

It never once occurred to her that it might be a trap.


 

Your name is Xefros Tritoh and-

"So I was watching these streaming videos on this Grubtube thing the other night," Baizli, your Kismesis, is saying to Joey, your Moirail, as they walk up from the river. "I had no idea that the art of Rodeo Tick Riding had gotten such a niche following since the Summoner's era."

"Oh, geeze. That's not even the weirdest thing on the Internet," Joey says. "Apparently there's this whole Cerulean Blood kink of doing videos about their Lusii eating people."

"Ew, what the hell?" Baizli asks. "Who would get off on something like that!?"

"That's what I said!" Joey answers, exasperated.

...Well, at least they're getting along.

That's really all you can ask for- your quadrant mates to get along.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes!" you tell them, smiling. "And good morning!"

"Morning, Xef!" Joey says.

"Yeah, mornin'," Baizli rolls her eyes in that certain way that makes you ever so slightly annoyed. She and Joey resume their conversation as they sit down at the makeshift table you've had set up a few days ago, but Baizli gives you a LOOK that's clearly meant to infuriate you and make you screw up.

You push past it, though and continue to work on fixing up the last of breakfast as Tyzias and Daraya meander back over from the ship. Tyzias looks excited about probably figuring something out despite probably staying up all night again, and Daraya looks like she just woke up.

"Hey!" Tyzias says, "I figured something out! I'll wait until everyone gets here though to say anything, though."

"Where's Mallek?" Daraya asks you.

"No idea," you answer.

"Still in his tent," Joey replies from the table. "And so should Polypa and Mierfa be in ours. I'll go get them up."

"Yeah, I might as well grab Mallek," Baizli says. "This is going to be mission important, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes" Tyzias nods. "Definitely important."

And so your Kismesis and Moirail head off to wake up your still slumbering teammates.

"In the meantime, I'm gonna go wash my face real quick," Daraya says. "This eyeliner is now two days old and starting to dry out." And with that, she heads off, leaving you and Tyzias there.

For a moment there's silence, just the two of you watching Daraya head off down to the river, and then.

"Damn it," Tyzias sighs. "I'm so screwed."

...And yup, there's that little theory confirmed.

"Feeling flushed?" You ask.

"I'll deny it if you ever say I said this," Tyzias says, "but the only reason I had the breakthrough I did, was because I was trying not to stare at her stomach."

You can't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asks.

"Nothing, nothing," you say. "My lips are sealed on the matter of the breakthrough."

"Thank you," Tyzias says, then sighs again and sits down. "I don't know what to do."

"In my experience, talking helps," you say.

"Hah, I think that'd be a breach of conduct to borrow someone else's moirail," Tyzias says.

"Not what I meant," you say. Sigh. These Girls... "Talk with Daraya. I'll bet you she's just as nervous about whatever quadrant you fall into as you are."

"I... thanks," she says. "I'll think on it, Xef."

A short while later, Joey and Baizli come back, dragging behind them your still sleepy team members.

Mallek's hair is completely unstyled for once, and he looks rather put off about it. You've long since gotten used to seeing Mierfa in a just-woken-up sort of haze from a long time of it just being a handfull of you on the All Your Base. Meanwhile, Polypa's just tying her hair into a ponytail without having even bothered brushing it first.

"So, what's the story, Tyzias?" Joey asks.

"Well, Daraya'll be back in a minute," Tyzias says, stalling for time.

But right then and there, Daraya does indeed return. You nearly do a double take because she's not wearing any eyeliner like she usually does. Tyizas definitely does a double take, though, and stares for a few good seconds.

You cough to get her to snap out of it, and Tyzias continues, "Right, so, I figured out a way to maybe defrost one of the aliens by tripping a fail safe program and make it think the pod is overheating. If we can understand their spoken language, we can talk, maybe find out what's going on, and then rescue the rest of them if they even want rescuing."

"Sounds like a plan," Joey says. "How long before you can do it?"

"In an emergency? Right now," Tyzias says. "I'd like to check in with Matron Porrim and Seer Altair first, though. Maybe Cassandra too. See if they have any disagreements about doing it now versus later, and which pod would be the best outcome for us."

"We don't want to go accidentally releasing any alien convicts, after all," Daraya says.

"Right," Joey nods. "I guess we'll need to send someone back to town and-"

POP-WOOOSH.

And then suddenly Rose Lalonde is standing there in the middle of the group, a panicked look on her face.

"Oh! Good! You really are out in the middle of nowhere!" She says, and then- POP WOOSH.

She's gone again.

"Wait, wasn't today a School-" Joey goes to ask, when POP- WOOOSH, Rose reappears with a frustrated Argo, a concerned John, and an upset Jade. "-Day?" The world feels somewhat more unstable with Jade here. Like the ground beneath your feet is suddenly pushing upwards.

"I think it's Friday back on Earth?" You say, trying to ignore it.

"Yes, it is," John says as he quickly begins taking Jade out of your immediate vicinity. "Rose, you explain! Jade, c'mon."

And then he and Argo lead Jade down to the river, well away from your camp site. As they leave, you feel the ground beneath your feet stabilizing.

"...Rose," Joey turns to face the girls, "what's going on?"

"Well, Jade's been... uh..." Rose scratches at the back of her head, her feline cat ears flicking flat against her skull in displeasure. "Tense. Since Doctor Jackson ascended. Jade's been struggling to keep her anger in check, and her powers with it."

"That's putting it mildly, I'm guessing," Mierfa observes.

"Well, some jerk at school decided to poke the girl capable of juggling space ships," Rose shakes her head. "And by poke, I mean, insinuate that John was a bastard who was keeping her isolated from everyone else, and then proceeded to ask her out on a date. She said No. Then he asked again. And again. And again. Each time getting more and more, uh... let's just say unsavory and leave it at that."

"...Oh god," Joey growls, and you spot the nearby Arai beetles all fluttering their wings with an agitated fluster of... agitated flustery-ness. (Wow that thought really got away from you there.)

"What happened?" Tyzias asks.

"Jade told him to go fuck himself, and then stomped her foot on the ground. A second later, the water main exploded from beneath the floor," Rose says, flatly. "The concentrated stream of water hit poor, stupid Pete between the legs, and a bit higher too. As an aside, it seems Pete decided to have some colorful cereal for breakfast this morning."

Just about everyone grimaces at that, save for you and Tyzias.

"She used her powers," Tyzias deduces.

"Oh, yes, she definitely did," Rose says, "and then some. Every water pipe in the entire school building burst seconds later. I don't think we'll be going back to that school building for months."

"Did anyone realize it was Jade?" You ask.

"Cassandra didn't seem to think so, but, she DID say it'd be best for everyone if we got Jade off earth rather quick," Rose says. "She and Jude stayed behind to do damage control. They'll be checking in later, so we'll see what happened then."

"And you came to Diaspora?" Polypa asks. "Why?"

"A series of fortunately timed events, basically," Rose says. "I just grabbed Jade, and John, zipped to Argo who just so happened to be at the SGC while they were doing a scheduled dial out to Alternia, and we all jumped ship before Jade's powers could wreck anything at the SGC. Of course, we didn't want Jade on Alternia with the moons in the state they're in, so... We immediately dialed out again and came here. Okurii said you were out in the middle of nowhere, so- what better place to hide out 'til Jade's powers get stable again?"

"Alright, fair'nough," Polypa says.

"Rose," Joey says, "go take Tyzias and Daraya back to the village so they can talk with Matron Porrim and Seer Altair about our current situation here, I'll go talk with John and Jade."

"I think I'll tag along back to town too," Polypa says. "I get the feeling we might be needing to set some fires in the near future."

"Oh, no, nothing like that," Tyzias says as Rose puts her arms around her, Daraya, and Polypa. "We'll just be tricking the-"

POP-WOOOSH!

Mallek yawns tiredly as the group of them vanish. Baizli and Mierfa ignore this turn of events and settle down and wait for breakfast, you guess.

"Alright," you say. "I guess I'll cook some more food."


 

Your name is Joey Claire and you find Argo pacing back and forth outside of a large bubble of water suspended over the river, no sign of John or Jade in sight. Most of their clothes, on the other hand, are lying on a rock nearby.

"What the hell?" You ask, staring at the large bubble of water. "Is that Jade's doing?"

"Yeah," Argo stares up at it for a moment, then sighs. "Jade just dove into the river and started bubbling herself up in the water. John went in with a ball of air to make sure she didn't drown herself by accident." She pauses, then says, "Honestly, I think we're dealing with something other than just Jade's temper getting the best of her."

"What makes you say that?" You ask.

"You remember what happened with Cassandra, right?" Argo asks, and you nod.

"The whole 'turning into a superhuman' thing with the electromagnetic powers," you summarize.

"Yeah," Argo glances at the ball of water. "I think we're dealing with something like that except different."

"Different how?" You ask.

She points at her own cat ears and crow wings for emphasis, and says, "Abydos history, 101."

"Ah," you nod in understanding. "Right."

Let's see if you remember this right. Nirrti, at one point, likely worked for Khepri and modified the people of Abydos in various ways, one of which was turning people into animals. Jade had definitely inherited POWERS from her mother, Sha're, through that history of long and burried modifications... But does Argo think she's inherited more?

"So you think something in Jade's DNA is activating like it did for Cassandra?" You ask.

"Something, yes," Argo says. "Remember how Cassie had that cold building up to just before everything got obvious?"

"I remember hearing about it," you say. "Is something similar happening on Abydos?"

"No, but at the same time, the people there didn't get an alien armband shoved on their wrist," Argo says, "nor have they been in close proximity to a girl who got part of an alien crystal with a shape shifting ability built in grafted to her, or spent time recently next to another girl who's got the full unrestricted version of that same crystal on her forehead."

"Okay, fair enough," you concede the point.

"Not done yet," Argo says. "They also haven't time traveled. They also haven't had to deal with surviving the Aschen's genetic meddling on a planetary scale. There's also who knows what else we've encountered that the Abydosians never run into normally."

"What about Skaara?" You ask. "Wouldn't he have run into those things?"

"It could just be something native to this galaxy," Argo suggests. "I don't think Skaara's ever come to this galaxy. And especially not within the time frame that we have since Jade's started feeling weird all the time."

"Hmm, you've got a point there," you relent. "The moons falling, maybe?" Maybe some lunar dust got into the air and Jade breathed it in? But that's just reaching for straws at the moment, you suspect. But, hrm... Wait. "What makes you think it's an animal-form thing?" You ask.

"Well, Jade's nightmares lately have apparently been more... weird than usual," Argo says. "Stuff like running around in a desert as a wolf."

"Well, I suppose there's that," you say.

"Also, not to be weird, but her shorts stuck weirdly against her butt when she was undressing a minute ago," Argo adds. "Like, there was a tail tucked in under there that wasn't there before, sort of stuck. And also, I swear her fingernails were getting sharper the entire time we were leaving through the gate and waiting for it to redial for us to get here."

Memories of your own brief werewolf like transformation surface vividly. You were lucky you were able to fix the problems with Shaper forcing that on you... that there was a problem with the crystal that you could even fix. But here... if that is the case?

"I suppose we should get Kanaya in to look at her," you say. "Check with Shaper if that's what's going on with Jade."

"Mmh," Argo nods. "It shouldn't be too hard to see if there's a retrovirus mucking with her DNA or something like that."

"Yeah. Maybe if we're lucky-" 'we can beat this before it becomes a problem' you'd say, if not for the sudden feeling as if the ground beneath you has suddenly become oriented in a different direction.

You tumble backwards into a tree, and poor Argo ends up slamming into the ground nearby.

That's when the bubble of water over the river basically explodes, and poor John ends up crashing into it.

As for Jade...

Well, you suppose Argo's theory doesn't need to be tested by Kanaya with Shaper.

Jade HOWLS, like a wolf, because damn it all if she isn't in the middle of a werewolf like transformation. You can literally see the fur growing across her skin. She's got the ears and the tail and claws on every finger and toe and- her face has already seemingly finished shifting into that of a wolf's, as a small mercy.

What's good is that she doesn't have the facial structure of an Alternian's Wolf-lusus, so... this is definitely not anything to do with either instance of Shaper if it remembered Callie's Lusus' DNA in any way shape or form.

What's NOT so good is the fact that Jade is somehow floating in mid air, and all of that newly grown in fur is sparking with the same electric green energy that's illuminating her eyes, all flickering and energetic and raw and untamed.

As Jade then howls again, you decide that this was decidedly NOT a lucky break.


 

"AWOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Your name is Mierfa Durgas and you frown at the sound of a...

"AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

...A Wolf Lusus? Out here in the forests of Diaspora?

"Oh. FUCK." Xefros swears, and hastily starts putting the cooking fires out.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Mallek!" Xefros orders, "Stay here and tell Rose to get Kanaya and the Shaper Crystal when she gets back with Tyzias and Daraya. Mierfa, Baizli, with me."

And then you're heading off down to the river again, following Xefros' lead as he decaptchalogues a stun rifle.

What you find concerns you greatly. Argo is fishing a dazed John out of the water, and Joey is clutching a hand to her arm, traces of blood slipping out past her fingers.

"Joey!" You run over to her. "What happened!?"

"Jade apparently had a bit of werewolf in her," Joey remarks, grimacing as she and you check the wound to see it's already stopping bleeding. "I tried to stop her and she batted me aside. I think she hit me mostly with her powers instead of her hands though."

"You did hit me pretty hard when you got affected by Shaper," Xefros points out.

"True, but still," Joey frowns. "Ugh. Anyways. She threw me aside, then ran off."

Distantly, you hear a tree cracking and falling- THUD- the whole ground shakes a bit. Everyone flinches.

"I don't know what happened," John mutters as Argo drags him over to the rest of you. "One second she was freaking out about breaking the pipes in the school, the next she's screaming in pain and then I'm hitting the river."

"Well, whatever the cause is," Argo grunts, "we need to go after her before she gets lost and hurts herself."

"Or someone else," John says.

"We're out in the middle of nowhere," Joey says. "Who's she going to hurt?"

"Us?" You offer.

"...I don't think she's going to go that far," Joey says. "She could've broken my arm with that swipe. She didn't. I think she's still in control somehow."

"Either way," Xefros says, "Argo's right. We need to go after her." He turns to Baizli, and says, "Go back and wait with Mallek. Let Rose know what's going on."

"Alright, fine," Baizli says. "But you owe me SO many breakfast steaks for making me hike up and down this hill, Xef."

"I'll owe you if we end up hiking all over this jungle looking for Jade, Baizli," Xefros counters.

And with that, you all trudge out into the forest in the respective directions.

You'e got a girl to rescue from herself, it seems.

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Your name is Dammek and hoo boy do you hate guard duty. Especially when it's BAIT guard duty.

You've taken SUSPICIOUS ENEMY NUMBER 1- ZEBRUH CODAKK- and NUMBER 2- KIRIHA AONUMA- to KAPTAR, and locked them in a cage down in the old POLYARCH CAVERN.

THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE. Too quiet, infact. Kaptar is a dead world now, save for those of you from Alternia camping out here, sitting like the cheese in a squeak-beast trap.

Beyond the idiots locked away in a cage, you've got Callie, some visitors from another dimension, and ALT-13 as backup. Aonuma was their capture, after all. Okurii didn't want to jinx events by putting the bad luck team on the same field that you're on, but you pushed for them to join on this mission.

It's been utterly, completely, uneventfully boring so far; Okurii had nothing to be worried about.

Callie and one of the dimensional twin girls- the  one with cat features.... Keiko? Or wait, no, Silica is the one with cat features so.... Silica? Silica sounds right. Callie and Keiko are talking about ZPMS, given the whole point of this little trap is to lure out Shadre and capture her so you can find out where her clown cohorts got their hands on... Silica's world's ZPMs from.

There, you nailed it that time.

The other two, Minori and... Toe... Touya! That was it. Minori and Touya are over by the cage that your prisoners are in, making sure the SPELL WORK keeping them quiet is going to last a good long time.

As for ALT-13? You have no idea where they are. They like sticking to the shadows, and are damned good at it.

You're bored. Easily so.

You idly wonder, just what are Xefros, Joey, and the others up to right now? Probably, they're just as bored as you are.


 

Your name is Joey Claire and you've been following an alternating trail of destroyed trees and a large trench in the ground where dirt seems to have been pulled along by Jade's powers.

Thankfully, Jade seems to have been heading AWAY from the small oasis on the cliff home to the one crashed alien ship and the other alien ship crashed into the middle of the canyon.

Unfortunately, it seems Jade decided at some point to JUMP said canyon, because the trail suddenly ends on your side of the cliff and quite dramatically resumes on the other side of it with a large crater and another trail of trenched up soil.

"How the hell are we supposed to get across that!?" Xefros asks, staring at it.

"Argo and I could fly over," you say, summoning your Arai-Polyarch wings, "but everyone else would have to find a way around and then catch up, or wait for Rose to get back and teleport to us."

"Argo, if you carry me, I can probably support your wings with wind to keep us from falling into the canyon," John says.

"Mmh, I could probably stand carrying you for a jump like I did with Jade on Revanna," Argo agrees. "But what about everyone else?"

"It's going to be hiking either way," Mierfa shrugs.

"Let's get going then," you say. "We've got to find Jade."

Needless to say, today is definitely anything but boring.


 

*Stargate: Alternia*


 

Your name is CALLIE OHPHEE and boy does it feel like you haven't had a day to yourself in... well.. MONTHS! More like weeks, really, but still! It feels like it's been months!!

And while, sure, you've had a break here or there, you've really just been bouncing from one crisis to the next. Even now, you're surely waiting for someone to come attack. And yet... even despite the fact that you're TALKING SHOP about how it could even be possible that the clowns got ahold of ZPMs... you somehow feel more at ease than you have in a long while.

There's something soothing about Kaptar, yet haunting in its emptiness, now.

A Planet of Void to come to when your mind needs voiding out. Hmm...

You don't have much time to think on it because that's when your radios buzz, and VIOLET DELAIR reports: "Goa'uld Al'kesh just entered the atmosphere. We're go, people."

You look to Silica, and smile. "Well, here we go again."

"Yup," she goes to her radio, "Minori, Touya, get cloaked up and wait for my signal." And then, as she puts her radio away, she chants a SPELL. A honest to every deity in existence REAL MAGIC SPELL. A few moments later, the girl takes on an ALTERNIAN APPEARANCE. It's not real, you're told, but you can't help but be reminded of JOEY, just a bit, with the way her facial features skew slightly, her hair shifts from brown to black, and her cat ears turn into cat ear shaped horns.

On second glance, though, she looks like a distant relation to Okurii. Funny, hadn't you had a similar thought about some other troll in the distant past? That Megido girl who... who... who stayed behind, hadn't she? She had to have, yes, but... wait.

Megido?

You'd thought that Aradia's last name had sounded familiar. Huh. You'll have to check later and see if-

The world shakes you out of your thoughts as the world itself shakes from the vibrations of a ship flying dangerously close to the wall of the canyon your little hideway cave is sequestered within.

"Right," you say. "Showtime."


 

You are once again Dammek and you frown as Shadre Amanno and ONLY Shadre Amanno steps out of the transmat beam of the Rings after it finishes depositing her on a landing.

She's bold, coming out into the open like this on her own. The Al'kesh takes off and moves to find a landing spot, you'd guess. If you've laid your bets right, then it'll be heading straight towards ALT-13's hiding spot.

"Shadre's ringed down," you whisper into the radio. "Be advised, she's alone and she's got some kind of tracking device she's loking at that's leading her down to the cave."

"Not surprising," Duncan replies. "We know Aonuma had a tracking chip in him."

Yeah, that tracking chip. That was a lucky break that had been in a section of skin that a fish had bitten into, and jarred it loose to the point that it fell out and gotten stuck in his clothes. It'd then been fished out, identified for what it was, and stuck in a signal blocking box, never to be opened again until today.

Shadre had to know she was walking into a trap. So why was she going alone?


 

"Seriously, how the hell can one wolf-ized girl run so fast!?" your name is Argo Lalonde and you're honestly wondering how the hell Jade's gotten as far as she has as quickly as she has.

"You'd be surprised how fast Jade could run even on two legs," John remarks. "Add two more and the fact she's never really had a reason to go all out since we came back from the future?"

"So pretty damned fast" Joey agrees. She's cheating- staying on her magic wings that somehow support her whole body despite not even being attached.

Your wings don't do that. Your wings follow actual proper drag and lift dynamics and you need a decent breeze to keep you going plus it strains your shoulders if you keep at it long enough.

Basically: you, jealous? Never!


 

Izador Amyrre and Klauss Bauldr sneaked up to the outside airlock door of the Al'kesh bomber, parked oh so casually on top of a cliff, and pondered their entry for a moment.

Klauss muses on it for a moment, then says, "I suppose we could just knock."

And so they did, and then they wait, readying their stun rifles in preparation for the imminent assault.

"Oh it truly is such a bore," Izador hums as they wait, "when we must wait for an open door."

A moment later a single irate clown opened the Al'kesh's airlock and got a stun rifle's shock absorbing shoulder stock to the nose. He staggered back, shocked by the shock absorbers lack of shock absorption in HIS direction, and then took a stun shot to the chest, knocking him out cold.

A moment passed, but no other clowns came out of the ship.

"I feel sorry for his nose," Izador muses as she and Klauss lower their stun rifles, "but we should be fortunate this one wasn't on his toes."

"That we are," Klauss agrees. "Now, let's take the ship."

As they work on securing the bomber ship, Violet and Duncan continue to stand guard in hiding and keep their eyes on the sky for any more ships.

None were coming right now, but that could change at any minute. Or not at all, for that matter. Still. It was good to keep an eye out just in case.


Shadre stalked through the hallways of an abandoned world, squinting in the dim light as her eyes adjusted to a darkness she had been used to before becoming accustomed to the luxurious, constant illumination of her private, oh so personalized spaceship.

And so it was that she found two separated cells at the end of a long canyon, and there- inside the one on the left- was her Kiriha!! Inside the right one was the looser nobody Zebruh Codakk standing on his feet and yelling out nothing at all. Shadre ignored him entirely and ran over to her lover.

"Kiriha!" She cries out, grinning at the Indigo blood within.

Kiriha opened his mouth and spoke- but no sound came out. Silenced by technology no doubt!!

 "I found you! Just give me a second and I'll get out out!" Shadre works to pop open the lock to the cage and then throws herself at Kiriha- wrapping her arms around him with a tight hug, and squealing. "Yes! Finally! Now to get you the hell out of here!"

"Uhhh- Ma'am?" Said a distinctly NOT KIRIHA voice from the Indigo blood she was hugging.

Shadre pushed out of the hug for a moment and saw that, much to her surprise, the man she'd been hugging was very definitely not Kiriha Aonuma.

"What?" She blinks at Zebruh Codakk. "You're not Kiriha!"

"No, I'm not," he says. "And this a-"

CLANG!!

A jail cell door swung shut, but not the one Shadre had opened. Oh, no, instead there was now a LARGE CAGE surrounding the much smaller cage they were in.

"Trap," Zebruh finishes.

"H...How?" Shadre stares at the secondary, much larger cage. "How did...?" She looks over at the other cage, and sees KIRIHA- the real KIRIHA AONUMA- stuck within it. "They... they tricked us!? HOW!?"

"Magic!" says SILICA as she, Callie, Minori, and Touya all step out into view. The latter two, such as Silica, are similarly disguised in Alternian form with ample use of FACTION DISGUISE, a variant of which was used to cloak Zebruh Codakk with a disguise that made him look like Kiriha Aonuma.

"Now, then, Shadre," Callie says, smiling as she steps forwards a bit more. "We need you to tell us exactly how you got your hands on those Zero Point Modules."

Shadre considered it for a few moments, then defiantly cawed: "Hell No!"


 

"Well, I think we've found Jade," You're once again Joey Claire, and you stare at the startlingly large DOME of stone and dirt that's definitely out of place with the surrounding environment. There are a couple of LARGE HOLES in it in places that could be considered windows or doors.

There is a distinct gravitational push away from the structure, and Jade herself is glaring out one of the window/doors at you, growling, fur bristling with... fear? You want to say fear.

"So... how do we want to go about this?" Argo asks. "I mean, she's basically made a small little cave for herself out of all the dirt she was collecting."

"I don't know," John frowns. "I want to try walking up to her and talking to her... but I don't want to scare her into running away again."

And then there's a POP and a small WOOSH of air, and then Rose is standing there next to you, looking very much like a terrified cat.

"Oh, geeze. Well they weren't kidding, were they?" She asks.

"Yeah, she went werewolf," Argo nods.

"Damn," Rose shakes her head. "And it's really been two hours now?"

Has it been two hours? You hadn't noticed.

"Really? Two hours?" John asks. "I guess we have been running a lot. Wait- more importantly, what took you so long to get back if it's been that long?"

"We went to check back in with Alternia and Earth," Rose answers. "I didn't expect something this bad to happen so soon after I left! Cassandra said I should check in with Dammek's team after I checked in with you guys." She frowns. "...I'm gonna be right back."

POP-WOOOSH! And she's gone.

You wonder what she's up to?


 

"I'm not telling you anything!" Shadre's insistant voice echos out through the tunnel for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. And that was AFTER several doses of a particularly tongue loosening brand of TROLLIAN BRAND WHISKEY. Girl's got a tolerance several miles long, it seems.

Your name is Dammek, and you sigh. "She's stubborn, I'll give her that."

"Yes, she is," Callie agrees.

Right now, Silica is doing her best to... convince the leader of the Clown's Dark Carnival to turn and tell on her master. Minori and Touya are helping ALT-13 with the Al'kesh. You and your Moirail are just talking, away from Shadre's prying eyes..

Suddenly, your radio buzzes.

"Dammek, this is Okurii. Status update?" Huh, you guess they dialed in from Alternia. But why? Scheduled check in isn't for another few hours.

"Okurii, Dammek here. We've got our gal and are interrogating her for information as we speak," you report. "What's up?"

And then you get the low-down on what's been happening on Earth and Diaspora, and Rose's suggestion as to who might be able to help.

"Yeah, that sounds like something one of the Fae can help with," Callie agrees.

"Go ahead send Rose through and have her ask for help," you agree.


 

POP! WOOOSH!

"Woah, that's a rush," says a half-familiar voice.

Your name is John Sheppard, and you look in surprise to see that Rose has brought back with her the Werewolf fae from the other other world connected to Keiko's futuristic Ancient Apocalypse universe, the one all the ZPMS seemed to have come from. Touya, that was his name, and he was... was... what was it Jude had said he was again? Cu-Sidhe? A wolf-faerie, as close to a werewolf as your mind can think of... and probably Rose came to the same conclusion too.

Well, that's an idea, at least.

"Annnd... yeah, that's as textbook of a case of an unstable magic empowered werewolf if ever I've seen one, alright," he says, staring at Jade. "Freshly turned, right? When was she bitten?"

"Bitten?" you shake your head. "No, she just turned, suddenly."

Argo chimes in with, "We think it's something in her DNA inherited from centuries ago."

"...Oooh, natural latent gift, that's rarer," Touya winces. "Add in... what is that, Gravity Magic?" Joey nods, and he continues, "Yeesh, that's a double whammy. You could rip the core out of a planet with that kind of magic. This is gonna be tough."

"Can you help, though?" Rose asks.

"I said it's going to be tough, not impossible," Touya counters with a sly smirk, one that was replaced with a serious expression. "I went through the same thing when I first got turned. It's not really an experience you can forget. I'll just help do the same thing for Jade that was done for me." He pauses, "And for that, I need a volunteer."

"Me," you volunteer instantly.

"Way to jump the line, John," Joey says. "You don't even know what you're volunteering for."

"It's simple, really," Touya says. "I cast a variation of Faction Disguise on someone before I transform into my wolf form, also turning THEM into a werewolf. Then we go over to Jade, and hopefully talk her down from the rush of unstoppable emotions she's no doubt feeling right now and get her to turn back to 'human' form."

"I heard those quote marks there," Argo points out. "Out with it. What're you not telling us?"

"Well, would you rather I say 'Fae form'?" Touya asks. "Honestly, I don't know what we're going to run into here. It's a whole different universe, so it could be a whole different set of rules to work with. There might not be any turning her back outside of some magic cheats... but we won't know until we get her mind stablized."

"So... this Faction Disguise thing is temporary, right?" You ask.

"This variation of the spell will wear off when I turn back," Touya answers. "It's perfectly safe. Doesn't carry any of the standard risks of infection or transformation. After all, if it weren't, my sister and I would both have ended up Cu Sidhe, and not split across racial lines like we are now."

"And if we can't turn Jade back... could you turn me into a wolf?" You ask.

Touya considers it for a few moments, then says, "Yeah, that's doable. Totally making it a last resort, though."

"Then let's do this," you say.


 

Your name is ARGO LALONDE, and you watch as Touya chants a spell, encasing John in an aura of wild looking energies. Then, a moment later, Touya is shifting in form, and you look away from him. It's disconcerting on so many levels. John's transformation is much better.

That wild swirling aura of energy suddenly condenses into ribbons and rings of magic, obscuring him from sight, and then WOOOSH- the energy's gone and there's John as a werewolf.

After seeing this, you see that Jade's stopped growling, and, infact, seems to be sniffing the air in confusion. Well, that's a good sign, you hope.

Touya finishes shifting, and then he shakes out whatever tense muscles were released. You hold your breath and watch as John and Touya walk over towards Jade. John on his back legs normally, Touya on all fours.

Jade growls out something- to which John says something in return.

...You get the feeling this might take a while.

"...Anyone bring any cards?" You ask.

"Yup," Joey says, decaptchaloguing a box of playing cards.

"Sweet," you say.


 

You're once again John Sheppard.

It's funky. You don't feel any different- physically- but your body visually is... very not yours? Also, your vision has this weird BLURRING EFFECT along the sides of it.

["J-John??"] Also, now you can hear Jade's growling as actual words. ["Is that you??"]

["Yeah, It's me."] The words you speak are yours, and yet... wolfish. This is a really weird spell.

["How? NO Noooo!"] Jade shakes her head. ["Go away! I don't want to hurt you! Don't want to loose control-!"]

You feel the ground shaking a bit this close to her, but it cuts off suddenly when you call out her name. ["JADE! Get a grip!"]

There's a moment's pause, and then she nods. ["I'll try..."]

["Miss Jackson?"] Touya begins, similarly translated. ["We're here to help. I've been through this sort of thing before."]

["Y-you've blown up water pipes and turned into a werewolf and and and-"] Jade takes a sniffling gasp for air. ["I hurt people. I don't want to hurt anyone else."]

["We'll make sure you won't,"] Touya looks at you meaningfully. You get the impression he wants you to be READY. ["Miss Jackson, will you let John join you in your cave?"]

Jade whimpers, but nods. ["Yeah."] You climb in and settle in next to her. A moment later, she's pressing up next to you- shoulder to shoulder and you can feel her shaking, like after the usual nightmares.

["Alright,"] Touya says. ["Let's get started."]


 

Your name is Rose Lalonde, and about an hour into a card game between you, Argo, and Joey, there's the sound of shifting flesh and crunching bones suddenly echoing out, and then gasping breaths from Jade. You try not to look until you hear another burst of that same sound, signaling Touya and John's reversion to normal.

"Okay," Touya says, "you did good, Jade. Real good. Just remember to keep taking deep breaths."

"MMh!" Jade sounds out an agreement.

"Argo! Joey! Did either of you think to grab Jade's clothes before we ran off?" John asks.

"Yeah!" Joey quickly gets up and decaptchalogues the clothes Jade had been wearing earlier. "I've also got some spare clothes she can borrow if she needs anything."

"It worked out," You smile at Argo, who sighs in relief and quickly starts packing up your card game.

After a few moments, Touya moves over to you, and asks, "How many people can you teleport at once?"

"I've never had a reason to try more than three at once," you say, "I could probably do everyone at once, though."

"Let's not push it, and for now, just take Joey and Argo back first," Touya says. "Then come back for the rest of us."

"Alright," you say, the  look to Joey, and ask, "Back to the campsite?"

"Yeah, I'll make sure we've get the spare tent ready for them," Joey says. "I mean, sure it was Polypa's but we never set it up since she's been crashing with me and Mierfa, so..." She shakes her head. "Let's go."


 

Your name is Polypa Goezee, and once an extra tent has been set up for John and Jade to crash in, and everyone begins catching up everyone else on the day's activities so far, you're left playing around with a flick lighter that you picked up earlier today. (You're making sure not to actually flick it on, lest you accidentally set something on fire. It's no fun when it's an accidental fire! You just like the clicking action of flicking the lid open and snapping it shut.)

Right now Tyzias is going on about Seer Altair and Matron Porrim approving freeing one of the aliens in the space ships and what not. You're tuning most of it out because you were THERE FOR IT. It basically boils down to a lot of 'BLAH BLAH BLAH JUST MAKE SURE YOU HAVE SUBTITLES ENABLED' or some shit like that. To be honest, you were kind of tuning it out then, too.

"Subtitles?" Touya asks, suddenly, gaining your attention. "Oh, I know that spell!"

"Well, stick around then for a bit, I guess," Joey decides. "Speaking of magic, though, how's Jade going to be holding up in your oh-so-professional opinion?"

"Not really sure I'm a professional," Touya answers, "but I AM pretty sure she just had a stress induced transformation. We'll have to practice some controled shifts, but that can wait until tomorrow. She was pretty much wiped out from running around dragging rocks around for a couple of hours when we found her to begin with. We're lucky she was wasting her energy on that and not something worse."

"You said she could rip the core out of a planet," Argo observes.

What? Really?? Little Jade could do THAT?!

"Gravity Magic was banned in my world," Touya explains. "Once, long ago, an acient mage decided to take over a nearby planet by threatening to rip out its core." He pauses, then says, "When they kicked him off their world, he did. It killed him doing it, but he did it anyways."

"What was the cause of death, exactly?" Tyzias asks.

"History says it was over stressing his body channeling that much power at once that killed him," Touya says, "but legend? Legend says he PULLED the core of that planet at himself instead of pushing it away from him, and basically incinerated himself with the molten lava of the planet. Honestly, I'm willing to believe it was both at once."

You imagine the scene. A big fancy magic guy floating above a planet, grabbing at its core with magic and then ripping it up towards him.

'Muwahahaha!' he'd laugh. 'Yes! I've done it!!'

And then the look of horror on his face as a volcanic eruption of magma and fire and lava and all kinds of MOLTEN SHIT spews up and crashes into his face.

"Heeheehee," you giggle. "Sounds extremely karmic. How big of a bang was it?"

"Big enough that we were lucky that ALL Alfheim got afterwards was a fancy ring around the planet's equator," Touya answers. "Of course, that's considering that a lot of mages probably worked to ensure it worked out that way, but still."

You see that Tyzias and Daraya are already just as enraptured by the idea as you are, Tyzias is already sketching something down on paper, and muttering something about GRAVITATIONAL PULL. Daraya is looking over at you, then back at Tyzias' sketches, and then back and forth and back and forth until finally she just scurries over and grabs you and drags you over to what they're working on.

....Oh.

YES!

HELL YES!!

HELL FUCKING YES!!!

"Daraya, Tyzias," you grin, "I love the way you two think."

As the trio of you start giggling insanely over a frankly EXPLOSIVE PLAN, you notice everyone save Joey eyeing you three with concern. Your Kismesis just rolls her eyes and mouths, 'Tell us later.'

You do so (platonicly) love it when a girl can appreciate something VERY HOT.


 

"Anyways," you're once again Xefros Tritoh, and you're trying very hard to ignore the insane giggling of those three girls. "So... Waking up aliens from cryo-freeze? Should we just get that out of the way now, or...?"

"Let's wait for them to finish what they're working on," Joey says. "Then we'll go wake up the aliens." She turns to Touya, "So, this 'subtitle' spell, how does it work?"

"Blatant Magic Cheatery," Touya waves his hand side to side. "Basically, you cast a spell on a group of people in a room, and text just appears in front of everyone's eyes in whatever dominant language they're used to reading in. You can cast it on a baby and get their exact thoughts out of their garbled nonsense. In return, it also gives the kid a head start on language development too, because it lets them start to learn communication skills at a very early age."

"Seriously?" Baizli asks.

"I'm serious," Touya nods. "You'd be surprised how sassy some babies can be, though, who knows how much of that is actually them and how much is just the magic filling in the blanks." He pauses, then shakes his head. "At any rate, we've had no discernible problems with it failing to translate at all. But, well, alien languages and alternate universes."

"Yeah, that could be a problem," you muse. "Hopefully it won't be too much of one, though."

"Yeah, here's hoping," Joey agrees.


 

"THAT IS THE MOST INSANE PLAN I'VE EVER HEARD OF!"

Your name is Jade Jackson and you snap awake at the sudden shout from outside. Wait, no, not a shout, but someone talking loudly to the point it sounds like a sho-

"BUT SERIOUSLY, I LIKE IT."

"NO!" You whimper, putting your hands over your ears to try and block it out, but it doesn't- Why doesn't it stop? Why is it so LOUD!?

"AND YOU THINK THE GRAVITATIONAL PULL FROM THE BLACKHOLE WOULD BE ENOUGH FOR THAT??"

And then as you curl up into a ball, you feel a strange bit of pressure against your skull as the sounds suddenly dim down, and you realize that you've got a second set of ears.

"PROBABLY, Yes, it'dbe..."

You have two sets of ears right now. That- That would certainly do it, you guess. Why do you have two sets of ears again? The question confuses you for a few moments until you remember just what happened this morning. You whine at the memories, until hear John whisper your name.

His voice is like a knife cutting through the cloud of raw emotions that's been swirling.

"Jade? Are you okay?"

"S'Loud," you mutter. "Ears."

"Sssh," John wraps his arms around you and you cuddle up against him. "It'll be okay."

You really wish that's true... but being here with his arms wrapped around you, you can maybe believe it for a little while.


 

Your name is Tyzias Entykk, and you hold your breath as you wait for the pod infront of you to finish defrosting and for Touya to finish chanting the "Subtitle" spell.

"...Subtilia!" Touya finishes the spell, and then you feel a tingle in your eyes. "Testing?" He asks, and you see the same word appear infront of your eyes, except with a prefix. It reads: [TOUYA: Testing?]

"Yeah, it works," Joey says, the same sentence appearing just the same.

POP! The lid releases and out slumps a large four armed alien. They just sit there on the floor for a minute, huffing, puffing, clearly trying to get their wits about them. The alien looks around, in confusion, then locks eyes on you all. They opens their mouth, but... no words are spoken.

And yet, words appear infront of your eyes regardless, [TARAR: What? What are you? How did you get onboard this ship?]

How odd. You check your devices for the passive scanners...

"Um, hi," Joey says, "we're explorers and settlers. We found your ships crashed here in the forest. They've been here for a long time, judging by the overgrowth."

[I... we've been truly crashed for that long?] The alien, TARAR you guess, asks. [Wait. How are you doing this trickery with the words infront of my eyes? I see you speak but hear no words.]

"Magic," Touya says. "I'm not exactly from this dimension."

[That explains little other than the imagery.] Tarar says.

"Well," you say, "Let me try explaining a bit." You hold up your scanner's readout screen. "Your voice is outside of our species' hearing range. You speak in lower tones than we can hear. I'd assume we're speaking higher than you can hear in turn."

The alien considers it, then says, [Yes, that would make sense. Much of our technology is voice activated.] After a moment of considering, they ask several questions, [Who are your people? What planet is this? What Galaxy? More importantly, I suppose, is what year is it?]

 "Touya aside, we're from the Planet Alternia," Mierfa speaks up. "We're on a planet we call Diaspora, but our computer databases listed is as P0A-DSP, if that helps any?"

[Names I do not recognize. What is the Galaxy Designation?] Tarar asks.

"We, uh, really don't have a consensus on that," you say. "Most people just refer to it as 'Alternia's Galaxy', because, well, Alternia used to have an empire that ruled over most of it. As for the year, I'm not sure that'd help any. We're sort of using like, three different calendars depending on what planet we're on."

[Interesting.] Tarar pauses, then asks, [Why do you mean by 'Used to'?]

"We're sort of in the middle of a management shake up," Joey chimes in. "The old Empress is dead, the Heiress doesn't have a leg to stand on, the empire's broken up into rebellion, and there's a lot of angry folks out there trying to become top dog."

[Top Canine?] Tarar asks, seeming confused by the turn of phrase. [Wait. Never mind. I figured it out. You mean the ruler of everything?]

"Yes," Joey nods.

[I see,] Tarar muses over it for a moment. [You called yourselves 'settlers,' I take it that this planet is claimed?]

"Well, mostly," Mierfa says. "See, Alternia's moons are sort of collapsing and we need to evacuate the planet. We're spreading out to a few different worlds. This is one of them. We've got one major settlement built and a few others in progress elsewhere."

"We were searching this planet for suitable village places when we came across your ships," you explain.

[How terrible, and yet, evocatively similar to our own plight,] Tarar says. [My people, the Villein, are nomadic. Our original world was dying, and so we spread out across the stars. We seek new worlds that we might be able to live on. Before our apparent crash, my dispatch visited and dismissed atleast three other worlds as viable new homeworlds.]

"We don't mind sharing the planet if you want to stay here," Joey says, "but we figured that would be a discussion you'd want to have with your people."

[Yes, it would be.] Tarar says. [I would like to see the state of the ships before making the decision to revive the others first, however.]

"We don't have a problem with that," Joey says.

And so you head to the door you cut your way into not so long ago.

[I see you had to brute force your way in,] Tarar observes. [How did you bypass the force shield technology, if it was active?]

"We've fought some enemies weak to energy wave disruptors," you explain. "I re-calibrated one to generate a signal that disrupted the shield for long enough to cut through it."

[Clever!] Tarar says, observing the hinges on the door. [I will see about opening this the rest of the way.] And then he speaks something that Touya's subtitle spell translates as [REDACTED PASSWORD UNAVAILABLE FOR TRANSLATION.]

"Huh," Touya muses. "I didn't know it'd do that."

A moment later, the hinges on the rusted shut door creek and groan and fight to open, but eventually do.

[It has truly been a while if that door refused to open smoothly,] Tarar remarks.

And so you step outside.

[...I may stand corrected,] Tarar says, staring at all of the wildlife growing in the very clear radius of the impact crater. [It has been a very. Very. Long time.]

"This is where your ship crashed, we'll take you to the other one whenever you're ready," Joey says. "But, um, fair warning, it's stuck in the middle of a canyon."

Tarar says nothing on that subject until finishing checking over the exterior of their ship, and then says nothing at all until you get to the other ship.

And then, they start laughing. At least, you assume they're laughing given the sheer amount of short quick breaths they're taking. Finally, [Of all of the- How!? How does the auto pilot fail so badly!? To crash into a canyon of all things!!]

"We're, uh," you cough. "We're not entirely sure how to get your people out of this one, to be honest. The exit doors are wedged up against sheer rock."

[This... this is indeed a problem,] Tarar shakes their head. [I will need to speak with our engineers to see what we can do. Needless to say, I doubt this ship will be flying any time soon.]

"Understatement of the century, that," Mierfa muses, and honestly, you're very much inclined to agree.

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EARTH DATE: MARCH 27TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/27/0002.

269 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"So... good news and bad news, Dammek."

Your name is Dammek, and you massage at the bridge of your nose beneath your shades. "Lay the bad news on me first."

"Bad news is Shadre definitely has the Blood-born Goop Monster the Carapacian Exiles told us about. It's the bracelet in her hair," Callie says. "The good news is, the warding Silica and Minori put on the external cage seems to be doing a wonderful job of keeping it contained for the moment... we think."

"You think?" you ask for clarification.

"Considering how little Shadre's giving us information wise, and enjoying it?" Callie shrugs, "It's possible she's just toying with us and could break out at any moment."

"So we need to do something to get that bracelet off of her," you frown.

"You know, I was thinking about something SG-1 encountered during their first year of missions," Callie says. "A sort of virtual reality simulation device."

"Oh boy, here we go," you gripe. "How the hell do you think that's going to do us any good?"

"Well, if we trick her into entering a dream state where she thinks she's escaped," Callie says, "then we can learn a lot of information from her actions as she runs around thinking she's, well, escaped. We can even use some information from what we stole from her ship's computer to fill in some blanks."

"I dunno... that seems a very particular kind of risky," you say. "Still, it's the best chance we've got."

"I'll go contact the SGC and have them ship a device over to us," Callie says, heading away out of the hallway.

You can only sigh, and glance at the cage containing two cages and three prisoners, all three of whom are sound asleep.

This plan had better work.

You turn and leave.


 

Within the private confines of her skull, Shadre laughed at the fools for talking of their plan right within earshot of the cage. She'd faked being asleep and they'd spoiled their plans to her!

So they were going to try to separate her from her Pet, hm??

Well, she'd just have to teach them the error of their ways. Time to let loose the glob of bloody war.

With a mental command sent, the bracelet around her hair slipped loose, dragging the aura of blood with it, before it shifted and transformed into the BARBELL SHAPED MONSTER.

It slipped between the pitiful defenses of the cage walls and bars, and disappeared down the hallway...Then, it began to FEED. The pitiful screams of the rebels awoke Kiriha and Zebruh, and Shadre smirked once her pet returned with a key to unlock the cage.

She didn't care to find the corpses, nor look for them.

Once freed, Shadre let the creature return to her head and lead the way to the surface. Once there, it didn't take long for Shadre and her Indigo Blooded cohorts to find where the fools had moved her Al'kesh, and they took to the stars, where a RONDEVOUS SHIP sat in wait.

They are hailed.

"My lady, Echidnha," speaks the Purple Blooded girl on the other side of the screen. What was her name again? Shadre couldn't remember, there were so many of her clowns she never bothered to learn the name of. "So good to see your safe return. And General Aonuma and Mister Codakk as well? We have much to report since your departure."

"Well, out with it!" Shadre ordered.

"Lord English has entered the Galaxy," the girl says. "We informed him you were on a private mission against the Rebels and would be back soon."
What? Already? That was... "That was fast!" Shadre remarks. "Did he have another Supergate in ready?"

"I dared not ask specifics of how the gods operate," the girl pauses. "However, he did ask of the progress on the weapon research."

"The... he asked what now?" Shadre asks.

"The weapons enhanced with the crystals the Rebels were asking about," Kiriha supplies.

'Oh, yes, those,' Shadre sighed. "Tell him I will file a report personally just as soon as I get the time to check on the status of everything that happened since my departure."

"I.... It will be done, Madam Echidnha." The girl nods her head, and moves to disconnect.

"Wait," Shadre says. "What is your name, so that I might properly convey to the Lord that his inquiry came through?"

"Keiko, My Lady," the girl, Keiko says.

"Thank you, Keikho," Shadre says, mangling the name to fit a pattern that it doesn't belong to. "You may go, now."

Shadre considers her options for a few moments, then makes her way to her private computer room with a cry to set course for the Supergate.

Quicker than she'd like, Shadre arrives in the computer room, and establishes a communication with her Lord. Due to 'TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES' caused by the rebels MUCKING ABOUT with a transmitter, Shadre can only send and receive voice- a blessing in disguise. Perhaps English would not see the nervousness on her face.

"AH. SHADRE." English begins once the transmission begins. "I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOU'D GET AROUND TO MESSAGING ME AGAIN. IT'S BEEN FAR. FAR. TOO LONG."

"Appologies, my lord," Shadre lies. "I was caught squashing a rebel cell and rescuing some captured agents of mine."

"I SEE." English pauses for an uncharacteristically short time. "TELL ME, SHADRE. WHAT HAS BECOME OF THE ZERO POINT ENERGY MODULES I LOANED YOU?"

"Unfortunately, there was an accident that cause the entire solar system to be destroyed. We were unable to recover the remaining devices," Shadre reports, frowning, feeling as if she'd given this report before somehow... no? Maybe? It doesn't matter.

"I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, SHADRE," English growls. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EFFORT I WENT INTO ACQUIRING THOSE MODULES?"

"I... uh...." Shadre paled a bit.

"GO ON. TELL ME. IN EXCRUCIATING, EXACTING DETAIL. SPARE NOTHING. NO TINY DETAIL I'VE EVER MENTIONED IS SO UNIMPORTANT. TELL ME HOW MUCH EFFORT I WENT INTO ACQUIRING THOSE ZERO POINT ENERGY MODULES."

Shadre gulped. "I, I'm sure you don't have the time for that, My Lord..."

"I AM THE LORD OF FUCKING TIME, SHADRE! I AM QUITE FUCKING LITERALLY MADE OF THE STUFF." English rants and raves like never Shadre has ever heard before. "IN FACT, I AM SO MADE OF THE STUFF, I COULD JUST POSITIVELY RANT RIGHT NOW. THIS IS YOUR *GOD* SPEAKING TO YOU!!! I HAVE SEEN YOU AT YOUR WEAKEST MOMENTS, PRAYING IN SHAME! YOU WHO WORSHIP YOUR MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS AND ARE FOUND LACKING! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND AND RESPECT WHAT IT IS I AM SAYING TO YOU HERE? TELL ME SHADRE! TELL. ME. WHAT. LENGTHS. I. WENT. TO. TO GET YOU THOSE CRYSTALS."

And so Shadre did.

She explained how Lord English had gathered the ZPMs from a farming operation in another world and PAINSTAKINGLY shipped the first lot of them through the void of space, arriving instantly at the moment of his choosing and first informing her of his plan.

ONE YEAR of space travel to get those ZPMS to Alternia's Galaxy, which begged the question... Why did Lord English not return to Alternia through such a means if he were capable of it?

Alas, Shadre would never get the answer to that question, because the world around her suddenly turned to void and then....


 

EARTH DATE: MARCH 29TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/29/0002.

267 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Shadre awoke, restrained to a LARGE METAL CHAIR that had probes pressed up against her temples.

"Wh-What?" She glances around, so confused at the change in setting. From the deck of ONE SIMULATED SHIP to another, VERY REAL ONE.

Your name is Callie Ohphee, and you turn to your Moirail, and say, "See? I told you this plan of mine would work."

"Yeah, yeah," Dammek says. "I guess I owe you an Earth Chicken Dinner or however that expression goes."

"Haha!" Karkat Vantas slips out of one of the other chairs. "That was fun! But still, you should have had me just do English in the first place. Then we wouldn't have wasted days on this."

"What? What's going on!?" Shadre yells out. "Where am I!? Where's---!?" And then she notices that the psychic goop monster bound to her hair decoration is missing entirely. "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

"Geeze, calm your kittens, Shadre," and then Silica slips out of her chair as well. "We just threw you in a repeated simulation of you escaping a couple dozen times until you caved and told us everything we needed to know."

Shadre froze in horror... and then- "You!" She gasps. "You were Keikho! You lied to me!!"

"KeiKO," Silica corrects. "No H between the K and O. Get it right, EchidNYA."

You laugh at Shadre's befuddled expression, then smile. "Thank you for your co-operation, Shadre. We learned SO much from these little experiments."


 

You stare at the angry little monster made out of BLOOD contained within the same kind of SEALED CONTAINER that the rogue Shaper Crystal was once held in once upon a time. If that kind of container could keep a super powered genetically modifying super crystal from breaking out, a psychic blood monster won't have a chance at all.

...Especially not after having the Fae enchant the container to further keep the thing from escaping.

This was the first thing you figured out how to do once Shadre was put into Virtual Reality- how to safely get this parasite off of her and shove it into a Jar. Once you'd cast a slumbering spell on Shadre and the creature and hooked Shadre up to the machine, you set up a scenario to properly release the creature from her head.

Then you shoved it into a jar.

It woke up about three more 'loops' into Shadre's little interrogation session, and just sort of sat there, forelorn and angry, but didn't make any attempts to break out of the cage it found itself in.

It's a fascinating little specimen, and you're enjoying having the chance to look at it a bit before figuring out how to deal with it properly. As much as you were annoyed by Mierfa luring the last one into the opening unstable vortex of a Stargate, you can understand how that kind of creature couldn't be allowed to continue existing in the heat of the moment.

If it had ever gotten off that planet...

Needless to say, you're not quite sure what to do with this thing.

Oh well.

You get up and walk out of the lab on the SOVERIGN SLAYER that you've temporarily claimed as yours.

The Soverign Slayer is... it's an interesting ship design, to say the least. The inside is a maze of hallways and floors a bit more oddly designed than the Astro or Delta Megaships, mostly due to the way that the whole thing transforms. All of the floors in the middle of the ship are basically split down the middle and the only way to get from one side of the ship to the other is to walk into the back section of the ship, travel up a bit, walk over to the other side, travel back down and across to the part you want.

At any rate, you don't have any destination in mind for where you're going, so you plan on just doing that. Walk from your current side of the ship to the other side, and back again. Just for the exercise, primarily, but also to help mull your thoughts over the situations at hand.

What to do with Shadre now that you've gotten the information you need out of her? That's one problem. The solution would likely be the same as Kiriha and Zeburh- lock them up in a cell somewhere remote and forget about them until needed. But then again, there's the fact the Carapacians that work with the clowns are still out there somewhere, causing trouble for the rebellion out there. They could end up possibly rescuing Shadre if she has any other failsafe programs in place.

What about Jade? She's currently training to get a grip on her apparently naturally given lycanthropic transformations. You wonder what they're going to do about school though. Earth seems to put a much more culturally important emphasis on it than Alternia does... Did? After all, they never sent Imperial Drones or requested you file a notice of absensce if you missed a few days of school on Alternia.  

A flooded school can only stall for time for so long, it seems.

Ah, and speaking of Carapacians, you come across a few members of the EXILED CREW, as a few people have taken to calling them, chatting with Terezi about something.

The one that used to be a MAYOR seems to be vigorously and enthusiastically talking about a TOWN MADE OUT OF CANS? Terezi seems into it, though the FORMER PARCEL MISTRESS seems opposed to cans as a BUILDING SCHEME.

You slide up to join the conversation when Terezi suddenly wavers on her feet and throws her hands out to catch herself against the wall.

Of course, she throws her hands out in the wrong direction and ends up clutching against your arm for support.

"Oh god," Terezi whimpers. "This is a big one..."

One of her free hands shoots to her head and she gasps for breath, clutching her fingers around her hair as some vision of the future suddenly spawns upon her.

Lately, Terezi's visions have been getting more and more closer to the present moment that they've been happening in. Soon, she'll be a proper seer and seeing things YET TO BE... of course, that's if she survives that long. The closer her visions have been getting to the present moment, the more of a toll they've started taking on her.

"Three Cats in their cradles!" Terezi yells out. "Birds in the Sky! Rats in the Sewers! Explosions in space! Vengeance in motion and soon to be! Golden Ships embark from the hyper fog and open fire on the Bloodied Space-Whale! BRACE FOR IMPACT!!"

Wait- what?!

And then the ship rattles with an explosive impact against the shields.


 

Meanwhile at the lab that Callie had just left, a poor unfortunate Sea-dweller, who was wearing a rather odd LEAD WEIGHTED TOP HAT and some very nice purple shaded goggles, happened to be walking by as something fell off a shelf or a table or something and smashed against the floor.

Then, there was the sound of a crying whale.

Alas, that poor Sea-dweller, whose name was Nektan Whelan, he chose to investigate.

The next sound that could be heard was a stabbing sound, followed by his loud, pain filled screams before they suddenly went silent.


 

Also meanwhile, in a whole other Galaxy away, on a planet called Earth, two Prisons were broken into. One by a team of men in a helicopter landing suddenly in the middle of the yard, there, they quickly snatched up a single teenaged girl among other teenaged girls, and then left. Elsewhere, the other prison was broken into from below through the sewers. A girl similar in appearance to the first was taken away from her cell as the floor blew out from under her.

Needless to say, the SGC was put on high alert as reports came in that the two DECOY BODY DOUBLES for the cat girl JAYNI, who thought herself the Goa'uld System Lord NIRRTI.

The real Jayni, meanwhile, was suddenly teleported out of her cell on a whole other planet elsewhere in the Galaxy with a PVVVVM-VAROOOOSH!

Needless to say, the SGC would learn about this incident far later than the others, as a moment later, a large, Naquadah enhanced warhead was beamed down to replace her. Instantly, that small facility on that planet that nobody should have been aware of was completely destroyed as that Naquadah bomb went off.

And so it was that Jayni appeared in the middle of a Ha'tak's bridge, surrounding her on all side were kneeling Jaffa, and a man who definitely was not a Jaffa, sitting in the throne chair in front of her.

"Welcome, Nirrti!" the Former Colonel Frank Simmons says, smirking as he holds his hands out to the side. "Welcome to the elite ranks of Lord Anubis' service. In exchange for freeing you, my lord requests but one favor."

"Whatever it is," Jayni speaks, modulating her voice and flashing her eyes. "As long as I get my revenge on those children who stole my Jake away from me, I'll do it."

"Good," Simmons smirks. "That's exactly what we were hoping you'd say."


 

You're now once again Dammek, and you swear out a bunch of curses as you make your way to the bridge. "Of course we'd be attacked! OF COURSE WE WOULD!" You yell out, "How the hell did they find us!?"

The AIMLESS RENEGADE yells out something about the THREE PROSPITAN BATTLECRUISERS having followed Shadre and having laid in wait until this exact moment for some reason.

You're reluctant to admit it, but that's probably right. Damn it. "Return fire! And get us the hell out of here as soon as possible!"

The pilots do just that, and soon you've jumped to hyperspace out of the Carapacian ship's attack range... For the moment.

There's no telling if they have some way of tracking you, after all.

"Dammek, this is Callie!" Callie's voice comes over the ship's internal radio. "We've got a problem. Terezi just had a really big vision, but I think only part of it was meant for us."

"Let me guess, 'golden ships aplenty'?" You ask in return.

"Something like that, yes!" Callie replies. "She's also muttering something about the goop monster in the lab escaping. I'd go to investigate to check it out, but Terezi seems really out of it after that last vision."

"Don't go investigate," You interject. You don't want your Moirail going anywhere near that monster if it's escaped. "Get Terezi to medical, Callie. I'll dispatch a security team to check on the monster."

"Alright, I'll get her to medical then," Callie says, and the line goes silent.

You take a moment, breathe out, and then order the bridge crew to keep the ship in hyperspace until this problem with the creature gets solved.

Then, you go gather a small squad of security and head to the lab.

Naturally, you find a dead Sea-dweller with a hole punched clean through his chest, and no monster of blood in a jar.

"Damn it all," you grimace. "This is Dammek, Ship wide alert, if you hear a whale crying out, don't go near it. Find cover and lock yourself in the nearest room. We've got a monster on the loose."


 

Upon hearing the sound of a whale's cry, Shadre looked up at the door to the small room her 'V.R. Chair" was held in- a chair she was still bound to very securely.

"My pet! Come here, pet!" Shadre calls out.

There's a bump against the door, and then suddenly- BANG!!- the whole thing gets blown inwards and crashes into the far wall.
Shadre grins brillinatly as the blood soaked creature enters her cell and lazily drifts over towards her. "Oh, you beautiful thing! Come here! Come to me!!"

The creature paused infront of her cage-like chair, and considered the locks...

"They never should have let me out of that simulation," Shadre muses to herself, grinning savagely. "Now to take over this ship and take it back to that planet where KirihAAAAH!!!"

Shadre never got to finish that thought, because her monster decide that the easiest way to save Shadre was to impale the locks holding her in place and break them thoroughly. Of course, the first lock happened to be placed over one shoulder, and naturally, the tendril of blood went straight through the metal and through the flesh clean through to the other side.

"NOT ME, PET!" She shrieks out. "NOT!!! ME!!!"

The creature withdraws its tendril, and whines sadly.

Needless to say, Shadre was lucky her pet hadn't gone further than that. She'd SEEN what it could do to someone when it was hungry. Fortunately, it seemed to have eaten recently enough to be able to restrain itself.

The creature withdraws to reconsider its options, but before it can do much of anything, several armed guards come running up to the room.

Naturally, they take aim and shoot at it with Zats. PCHZYU PCHZYU!

The blood based creature warbles and shapeshifts wildly in response to the attack, then it plows ahead at the guards.

While most of them deal with suddenly being horribly murdered, one slips away and radios, "The Monster's trying to free Shadre! I repeat! The monster's trying to free Shadre!"

Several seconds later, he was speared through the gut and drained of all his psychic essences. He died screaming.


 

You're now KARKAT VANTAS, and you swear angrily.

Jack Noir suggests stabbing the thing.

You tell him very much how that won't help at all, since, y'know, it's made out of blood.

Why not stab it with ice, then, he suggests.

Ice, you ask. Why Ice?

Well, yeah, he says, ice makes blood solid. Stab it with ice, make the thing solid enough to hit, then stab it with some good old fashioned metal. Alternatively, he adds, just break that damned bracelet holding it together.

...There's *A* idea, but it's got you thinking of something else. You radio Dammek, and offer up a suggestion.


 

Shadre smirks as her creature manages to unlock the remaining locks with a key that was on one of the guards. How stupid of them to carry that with them!

Still, though, her shoulder was bleeding and that just wouldn't do. As Shadre busies herself with ripping the clothing off of one of the guards to make a bandage for her shoulder, a voice echoes over the ship's intercom.

"Shadre," Dammek yells out. "Surrender now, tell the creature to stop everything it's doing, and you'll get a chance to live. Don't, and you'll be dead by the end of the day."

Shadre laughed, having no idea if she could be heard. "And just what would you do to stop me?" She asks aloud. "I'm invincible with my Pet with me! Do you hear me!? I'm invincible!!"

"We'll do this," is Dammek's reply, and then the lights in that part of the ship went out.

"...Uh..." Shadre blinks, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness... and then she feels the air brushing around her, moving rapidly as if being removed through the filters... and the temperature of the entire room rapidly dropping, oh so rapidly chilling and- "Oh, fuck."

They'd cut the power and were draining the life support from this section of the ship. They'd probably even sealed up all of the nearest doors so it was ONLY just the tiny section of the ship being drained out and--

A moment later, Shadre collapses to the floor from a lack of oxygen, her skin starting to frost over as well.

The Blood Creature tries to do something, anything, to try and help, and so wraps itself around Shadre in an attempt to save her life... All too soon, it finds its liquid body freezing solid around Shadre, like an ice-made cocoon around a wriggler about to go through a metamorphosis into a troll, or a caterpillar into a butterfly.


 

You are once again Dammek, and you exhale as you wait for the Hazardous Environment Suited team of Security to finish moving Shadre from her frozen grave to the nearest ring transport platform on that level.

"Tetrarch, the target is in position," you hear.

"Good." You turn to the pilot, and order, "On my mark, drop us out of hyperspace and immediately activate that ring platform. Once we've dropped them into the black, we go straight back into hyperspace. Set course for Alternia."

"Understood," the pilot says.

"On 3, 2, 1," You close your eyes. "Mark."


 

The Soverign Slayer drops out of hyperspace, and a small ring platform on the belly of it activates, dropping a frozen mass of blood and a purple blooded girl into the black of space. Once that chunk of ice is set loose, the Soverign Slayer launches into Hyperspace again.

Not even half a minute after their departure, three golden colored Carapacian ships exit Hyperspace. One moves to intercept- to collect the frozen body of Shadre and her pet monster, and bring them onboard.


 

EARTH DATE: MARCH 30TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 9/30/0002.

266 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Okurii Leijon and you fight back a grimace as Cassandra Fraiser and Jude Harley step through the Stargate, accompanied by Keiko from the parallel world, who would be joining her fae friends who were likewise still here on this planet for reasons unknown, and Major Carter and Major Davis, who would be collecting the VIRTUAL REALITY CHAIRS to return to whatever planet they'd borrowed them from to begin with.

You already know the story regarding Cassandra and Jude- Jayni had been rescued by people unknown, likely Anubis, and Cassandra's 'vibes' said it would be safer for all of the kids to be in Alternia's Galaxy (Mrrh. The Alternian Galaxy? Hmm, you kind of like the sound of that) until the crazy cat was stopped- permanently. That meant that for John, Rose, Jade, and Argo still here in this Galaxy, school would not be back in session for them for a very, very long time.

On the flip side, at least Shadre was 'dead'- in the sense that she'd been dumped straight into the black of space and left to die. Whether or not she was rescued by her Carapacian allies was another story entirely. She would probably surface again and cause trouble. It's damn near impossible to keep some clowns down permanently.

On top of it all, you're hungry. You haven't had a chance to eat dinner yet beyond grabbing a couple bottles of chocolate flavored lusus milk and some CRESCENT SHAPED BISCUIT ROLLS, imported from Earth at Joey's request last month. You doubt you will get some proper food for a while longer.

"Welcome back to Alternia," you grit your teeth and head down to talk shop.


 

By the time you get a chance to go off duty, you've reached the time of day to just gate home to Diaspora and pick up Nepeta from her play date/grubsitters, so you put off eating until you can get HOME home and spend some time with your daughter.

Konyyl and her Matesprite/Moirail ended up adopting Nepeta's grub-hood friend EQUIUS, and since those two tykes were so close friends, and the other two Trolls had retired from active field duty, it was a no brainer to have Nepeta stay over with Equius for play dates whenever you couldn't be there.

"Hey," Konyyl smiles at you as you arrive. "How was work?"

"Disastrous," you grimace. "We had a pollen spill during this morning's botany evac and half the people who breathed in two normally, completely safe to breathe pollen types ended up being the test subjects for what happens when those particular types of pollen mix in the air."

"...What exactly happened?" Konyyl asks. "How bad was it?"

"Nothing too bad, it just made them a bit more sex crazed than usual," you reply. "I mean, well, the people who got affected most were the ones who were already frustrated about having to wait 'til the end of shift to hook up with their Matesprits and Kismesises. It just made them have to get that out of their system sooner rather than later, so half my morning crew were absent for a good two hours."

"Nothing like the end of one world to kick people's sex drive into high gear," Konyyl shakes her head, chuckling lowly.

"Yeah, nothing like it," you say. "Well, it AND apparently two types of pollen that nobody's ever tried mixing before." You sigh. "Then, during the afternoon a small chunk of moon rock- no bigger than an Earth-origin sized golf ball- hit the All Your Base's exterior in JUST the right spot to interrupt a power line to the Stargate, stalling the afternoon evacs for two hours until Salazl managed to track it down and fix it."

"Oof," Konyyl shakes her head. "Damn moon rocks."

"Oh, and it gets better," you say. "I was in the middle of an important conversation through the Gate with an off world team when it happened. It cut me off mid sentence!"

"Ouch," Konyyl grimaces. "It sounds like you could use a break." And then she smiles, "Sssh, follow me, and come look at this."

And thus, she leads you to Equius' room, and, OH SO ADORABLY, you find your two kids snoozing together in front of a large pile of CRAYON ARTWORK. Equius is lying comfortably on his back, and Nepeta is sprawled over his chest, nestling her head against her friend's neck and shoulder.

"Daww!" You could almost PURR, but instead you whisper, "How cute!"

"You ever think..." Konyyl begins, speaking in a low whisper, "this is what life is really all about? Friends cuddling and just being there for each other? No quadrants or problems in the galaxy to worry about. Just... being there for the people you care about most?"

"Mmh," you nod. "As long as we older folks can give the young ones days like these, then we're doing our jobs right. And the more days like this the better. No Empires, no stupid wars..." You take a moment to breathe in, then exhale, and say, "When we finally put an end to all of this stupid fighting, I'm retiring."

"Is there a plan for that?" Konyyl asks.

"Yeah, one of many," you nod. "I'll tell you about them, but let's... talk elsewhere. Daraya, Tyzias, and Polypa have a doozy of a Plan B."

"What about Plan A?" Konyyl asks leading you to the kitchen.

"Oh, that's simple enough in concept," you say. "We make Anubis angry and point him at English. In execution, it winds up being a lot more complex, of course."

"A for Anubis," Konyyl smirks, "I like it."


 


Konyyl blinks, then says, "So... lemme get this straight. Their plan to beat English, whenever the hell he eventually comes to our galaxy, is to blow up the already evacuated-because-of-moons planet Alternia straight into his face, and launch him into the nearest black hole, which, for all intents and purposes, may very well end up being the planet's SUN because why not double whammy him at the same time?"

"Yup, that's 'Plan B for Boomtown,'" you say as you pick up your mug of coffee and take a punctuatory sip of the liquid.

"Good grief, do those girls have fire on the brain," Konyyl laughs. "Dare I ask what Plan C is?"

"C is for Combination," you say. "We form a 'Giant Fucking Combining Robot,' name yet to be determined, and brawl English until his face is a bloody smear on the ground."

Konyyl snorts- "Oh- wow- I bet Dammek came up with that one."

"Yeah, he did, in about thirty seconds of planning," you say. "He also came up with Plan D, which is MUCH more complex and detailed with all sorts of intricatly timed moments. 'D' is for 'Dammek,' by the way."

"Plan Dammek?" Konyyl asks. "What's that?"

And so you tell her, in all the excruciating detail, and her eyes go comically wide by the end of it.

"...Can I just say, Plan Dammek is fucking insane, of the wacky variety," she says.

"More wacky than blowing up a sun?" you ask.

"Oh, yeah," Konyyl says.

"More wacky than trapping the Royal Lusus in a time stop bubble and throwing it into a black hole?" you ask, grinning slightly.

"Definitely," Konyyl nods, also starting to grin.

"More wacky than strapping an active Stargate to the bottom of a 302 and launching it into hyperspace?" You ask, grin widening to something insane.

"Who did that?" Konyyl asks.

"SG-1, just this month, I believe," you answer.

She laughs for a moment. "Yes, more wacky than even that!"

"More wacky than crashing a ship into a sun to travel through time all to exile the Empress herself through a Stargate to fulfil a stable time loop?" You ask, grinning wildly as you fight back a laugh at the absurd nature of the idea.

"Oh, for sure!" Konyyl can't take it and neither can you. You both break down laughing for a good solid minute, pausing only every now and then to get a breath of air, only to crack up laughing again.

"Oh, geeze," you say. "I really hope we don't have to ever use Plan Dammek."

"You do realize," Konyyl says, smirking at you, "that by saying that you've now cursed us to have to go through with it, right?"

"Oh, if this were some television show, sure." You say. "That'd totally be the case. But really, now, this is real life. Since when did we operate on the rules of television?"

"...You're kidding, right?" Konyyl asks. "I mean, we just went through a list of ideas that sound like they came straight out of a Friday night prime time spectacle!"

"Fair point, but... Why 'Friday night'?" you ask, curious.

"My only other option was 'Weekly Monday Night Marathon of Re-runs,' but that didn't flow so well in a casual sentence," Konyyl says.

"...You know," you say, "I feel like you're speaking from experience."

"I used to watch a lot of sci-fi shows when I was a grub, alright?" Konyyl remarks, mock-defensively.

"Fair 'nough," You say, then giggle. "Did you know they're making a TV show about us over on Earth?"

"Really?" Konyyl asks. "What's it called?"

"'Wormhole X-tream,'" You say. "Or maybe 'X-Treme.' T.R.E.M.E. instead of T.R.E.A.M. I can't recall which at the moment."

"X-Tream Mondays," Konyyl muses. "I could buy into that."

"Sounds like a blast and a half to me," you say- then groan. "Oh, my word, the blasting puns. Polypa's infectious quirk is spreading."

Konyyl just laughs, and you join in with her.

Some days, you just have to laugh after everything's gone to hell in a hand basket.

Chapter Text

"Mister Quinn, thanks for joining us today."

"It's my pleasure to help out."

"So, what's it like working at Stargate Command?"

"Every day is its own adventure, even the ones where we're not meant to be doing anything dangerous."

"Even those? Really?"

"Yeah... Chances are we end up doing something dangerous anyways."

"I can only imagine."

"Oh, you have no idea."

"So, walk us through your average day at the SGC."

"Uh... Well, usually I wake up, check my emails for any last minute mission changes and then it really depends after that what I have on the roster."

"So day to day it really changes?"

"Pretty much."

"...Alright, what can you tell us about your first official mission then?"

"Ah, now that's... well... before I begin, let me just say it was very wet and I was feeling the pressure the entire time."

"I sense a metaphor."

"You'd be right on that one. See it all started the day after Colonel O'neill finally got cleared for field duty again."

"You mean after Colonel O'neill hurt his leg?"

"Yeah, that didn't heal quite as fast as he was hoping it would..."


 

EARTH DATE: APRIL 1ST, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/02/0002.

264 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is MAJOR DAVIS STRIDER and you're staring out at a Ha'tak floating over Earth from a Cargo Ship window, and not five seconds after JACOB CARTER has reported that there are no life signs onboard, you can't help but inquire:

"So... how much does anyone want to bet it's haunted?"

"Really?" Major Vantas asks. "You're going to ask how much anyone's willing to bet that a creepy, unpiloted, empty ship has wound up on our front doorstep?"

"So what if I am?" you ask. "It's a legitimate question."

"Well, haunted or not, we're going to have to check it out," Colonel O'neill says. "Jacob, rings work?"

"Looks like," he replies. "We've got a strong signal. The computer's giving the proper idle responses to attempting to hail it... It looks to be in perfect condition. So why the hell is this ship just sitting here?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Major Carter speaks up, "but I think this is the same ship Anubis held Thor on."

"And here I thought it was the ship Anubis was talking about in that message we pulled off of Shadre's answering machine," Vantas remarks.

You smirk, "You mean the one that went rogue and Became Haunted?"

"Who's to say they aren't one in the same?" Carter asks. "We know Anubis did something to link Thor's mind to the ship's computer. It was probably that 'link system' or whatever it was English called it that let Anubis do that."

"If it's the ship Thor was on or not," and there's the new guy, Jonas Quinn, "either way, it's almost definitely the rogue ship Anubis was complaining about."

"Yeah, that's true," O'neill remarks. "Well. I guess that means we're going to have to go in and figure out whatever the hell's gone wrong with it." He looks around the room, then decides, "Teal'c, Jonas, stay here with the Cargo Ship. Everyone else, let's go bust some ghosts."

Jonas looks like he wants to protest, and O'neill catches that and returns it with a look you clearly recognize as "This is me testing you. What are you going to do?"

Jonas then nods and says, "Alright, ship guarding it is."


 

"And were you okay with that?"

"I wasn't, not really. But it was my first mission out, and it was something possibly very dangerous, so I could understand why the Colonel wanted me to stay like he did."

"So, what happened next?"

"Everyone went over to the Ha'tak, and basically me and Teal'c just sort of... chilled out and waited. I didn't really learn much about what happened onboard until things started going wrong."

"How wrong are we talking about here?"

"A scientist wandered off to investigate the shield room on his own and got killed by a Jaffa."

"So the ship was haunted by Jaffa... Ghosts?"

"No, no. It wasn't anything like that at all. There were just some Jaffa in a sealed off section of the ship who meditated through the trip to Earth. They woke up when Major Carter tried to get into the computer room. They weren't dead, ghosts, or zombies or anything like that. They were dressed like Ninjas, though."

"Ninjas? So you saw them?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely. The Jaffa tried boarding the cargo ship."

"What?"

"Yup. Though, it would have been more lore appropriate if they'd dressed like Pirates, but... Actually, Pirate Ninjas, or Ninja Pirates. Is there a solid unified term for people like that?"

"I... I don't think there is."

"Too bad. So! Anyways. Yeah, Jaffa raided the Cargoship, and Teal'c dispatched them pretty quickly. They didn't know what hit them."

"What did hit them, exactly?"


 

EARTH DATE: APRIL 1ST, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/02/0002.

264 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"I was just about to- uh..."

Your name is Teal'c, and you eye Jonas Quinn as he hastily compacts his Zat Gun back down.

"You took them down fast," he says.

"A prolonged firefight would have proved impractical," you say, noticing the damage caused to the control console for the Ring Platform during the firefight. You toss Jonas Quinn a small sampling of zipties from your vest. "Secure them. I must report in."

You head to the bridge and radio over to the other ship. "O'neill. We have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"Anubis' Jaffa attempted to raid our ship, they are subdued, however they managed to hit the control console for the ring platform," you report. "We cannot retrieve you."

"Aw, crap in a hat," O'neill gripes. "Guess we're taking a swim then."

You frown. "Pardon?"

"The Jaffa locked in a collision course with the Pacific Ocean before they jumped ship," O'neill reports.

You check your instruments to confirm... Oh, yes, that previous, slightly listing drift you'd observed before the enemy Jaffa attempted their hostile take over has accelerated into a definite charge towards the Pacific Ocean.

"We will attempt a rescue as soon as we land," you tell them.

"Better hope we survive first, otherwise all you'll rescue are corpses!" O'neill reminds you.

"Good luck, Colonel O'neill," you wish.

"Yeah, thanks," he replies.


 

"The ship crashed?"

"The ship crashed."

"What happened next?"

"Well, we landed back at base, drove out to the airport, flew out to sea, and then took a submarine down to the Ha'tak. We docked ontop of the escape pod tubes and climbed down into the ship. Then, we found out that things had gotten weird."

"How weird?"

"The ship was actively trying to help them not drown."

"So it WAS haunted!"

"Sort of, yeah."

"Who or what was the ghost?"


 

EARTH DATE: APRIL 1ST, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/02/0002.

264 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

Your name is Colonel Jack O'neill, and despite the repetition of the message being played over and over again, after you and Carter and Vantas nearly got drowned to death in a hallway, you're GLAD to hear Thor's voice again.

"So basically," Major Vantas summarizes, "we've got Ghost in the Shell rather than Ghostbusters. And he saved us from nearly getting drowned to death."

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-" Even if the repetition from the speakers is starting to get on your nerves.

"Still a Ghost," Major Strider quips. "Even if it's Casper the Friendly Asgard instead of Slimer."

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"Not so friendly to Anubis, though" Jacob remarks. "Thor must have acted the part of an insane computer trying to kill them. It'd explain the frozen Self Destruct and everything else."

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"Okay," you say, "as glad as I am to hear Thor's alive and well- can we shut him up and get him off this ship?"

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"That might not be such a good idea," Carter says. "Thor might be the only thing keeping the self destruct from going off."

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"So we evacuate before it goes off," you decide. "We yank Thor out of the ship and we hightail it out of here. And as much as I'd just LOVE to slap an ol' USA sticker on this puppy after we lost Cronus' ship," you say, eyeing Jacob as he rolls his eyes at his own words being thrown back at him, "this ship is SUNK. We're taking on water at an alarming rate." You pause to let that sink- argh. No. Stupid. "Besides, we've got the X-303 in works, right? Beyond the UBER Asgard resistant shields, what does this Ha'tak have that we won't have on that?"

"- to synthesize my voice-"

"A functioning Hyperdrive?" Jonas offers.

"- to synthesize my voice-"

"Besides. That." You add onto the list.

"- to synthesize my voice-"

"Weapons capable of defeating shields of this ship's caliber?" Teal'c suggests.

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"Hey! We'll figure something out!" you say. "My point is- We don't have to sacrifice Thor's life for a broken ship that even if we COULD get it working again, we'd be replacing a few months down the line anyways!"

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"Besides that," Jacob chimes in, "having the Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet owe you one isn't a bad trade off."

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"At the very least," Jonas says, "we probably should do something about him being stuck like that."

"- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice- to synthesize my voice-"

"Yes." You say. "My point exactly!"


 

"Did... did he really get stuck talking like that?"

"From the moment Teal'c and I boarded the ship until the moment Carter ripped the crystal tray with Thor's mind in it out of the computer core."

"That must have been frustrating."

"Oh, yes, definitely, even for Thor it was... well... Not pleasant."

"So, you evacuated the ship and removed Thor from it, leading to it to explode safely with nobody onboard?"

"It didn't go exactly that smoothly. Without Thor to reroute flood water, Major Carter, Colonel O'neill, and Teal'c got separated from the rest of us. Jacob Carter, Major Vantas and Major Strider all went with the sub to a safe distance away, while I went to help however I could."

"And how was that?"

"Rerouting a power conduit in a flooded section of the ship so that the forcefield around the gliderbay doors would come on and we could escape the ship through there."

"You... how did you know what to do? Wasn't this your first mission?"

"I'd studied every Map of a Ha'tak class vessel we had on the ride over to the ship after it crashed."

"But... that was only a few hours, tops, wasn't it?"

"I'm a fast study."


 

EARTH DATE: APRIL 2ND, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/03/0002.

263 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Major Samantha Carter, and suddenly, without anything you've done to have caused success, the power to the forceshield for the hangar bay is redirected.

"And we're good to go?" You blink. "How did...?"

"Good work, Carter," O'neill says.

"It wasn't me, Sir," you report. "There wasn't anything I could do from this terminal."

"Well, does it matter how-?" O'neill stops as there is the sound of activating RINGS from down the hallway, and then a large SPLOOSH of water a moment later. "...Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was."

"Wait! Wait for me!" And then around a corner comes Jonas Quinn, running at as full of a speed as possible considering the suddenly wet floor and his own likewise wet feet. He's completely soaked, you notice.

[...Three out of four, then,] Jolinar remarks. [Three out of four members of SG-1 got completely soaked this mission. What the hell is with today?]

"Jonas?" you ask, ignoring Jolinar's remark "Did you-?"

"Reroute the power to the shields, yes," he says, slowing to a halt just long enough to catch his breath.

"Great," O'neill says, moving to head into the glider bay. "Talk about it on the way. Let's get going."

"Indeed," Teal'c hefts the tray of crystals holding Thor's consciousness. "We do not have much time."

And so you hurry to the gliders, take two, open the hangar bay doors and rocket out into the water and upwards-- hurrying towards the surface as fast as they'll go.

[These Gliders aren't usually designed for under water,] Jolinar remarks. [I'm surprised it's holding up so well given the circumst-]

BOOM- the Ha'tak explodes and the shock wave sends both Gliders blasting out of the surface, riding the explosion's displacement of the water like you'd imagine one would ride the kawoosh of a stargate's vortex if it didn't disintegrate any matter that touched it.

[...And we're still alive?] Jolinar asks a moment later once the explosion has past and your glider (Piloted by Teal'c) continues on just fine, taking the lead next to O'neill's and Jonas' glider. [What did Anubis do to make these so resilient?]

'No idea, Jols, no idea,' you tell her.

"Hey, Carter, Teal'c," O'neill asks over the radio between the gliders. "You two okay?"

"We're fine, Sir," you report. "Jolinar's surprised the Glider came out intact."

"Well, don't jinx it," O'neill says. "Teal'c, take point."

"Very well," Teal'c says, and your glider shoots into the lead.

For a few moments, you stare out at the horizon, then... a thought nags at you and you glance back at O'neill's glider just in time to watch it do a flip in the air. Of course he wanted to fall back to play around with some tricks.

You smile and look back at the horizon, a rising sun sets the gleaming ocean ablaze. For a moment, it looks like molten lava or perhaps an orange colored vinyl record spreading out beneath you.

Today was a win, even if it was a really close one.

Chapter Text

EARTH DATE: APRIL 13TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/14/0002.

252 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is ARGO LALONDE, and today is YOUNG JOHN'S BIRTHDAY. John Egbert, that is. Not Sheppard. John Sheppard does not have a birthday today. Though he should. Events should never have conspired to make it so that his birthday didn't line up with the actual date.

Or yours, for that matter. Or Jade's, or Rose's. Basically, the long and short of it is that you've honestly forgotten how old you are, given the time travel and TIME DILATION involved with time loops and shit. For a so called ROGUE OF TIME you're kind of shit at keeping time. Like, you THINK you're in rough lockstep with Jude and Cassandra, so you'd be about... what? Sixteen? Good grief, has it really been THAT long now?

You kind of just brush it aside and try not to think about it.

...You fail miserably and the thought continues to nag at you.

But really, what does it matter how old or young you are at this point? It doesn't. It really doesn't. Not while there's all sorts of POTENTAIL for chaos in the time stream to get thrown into flux again and again and again.

Because, you're going to be honest here for a minute. You could get stuck in another time loop for two whole years- no, better make it THREE YEARS just for the mind fuck value alone- and nothing would really change much.

In the mean while, you're... well... you're making due the best as you can.

Diaspora is a nice planet, yes, and it's a lovely little spot in the universe all things considered, but you're here because Jayni's escaped custody. Cassie thinks it'll be safest for all of you to be HERE until she's caught and killed. But you... Rose is busy playing EVACUATION TELEPORTER, John and Jade are working with the Fae Touya to help keep Jade's new-found wolf-temper under control, and Cassie and Jude are busy working on some project that you didn't catch anything about. You just...

You feel adrift once again. A cat without a cradle to call home. A crow without a nest to roost. You've been uprooted again and honestly--

"Hello, Argo," and then Mikari Aiikho suddenly sits down across the table from you at some random Diasporan cafe that you picked entirely by its aesthetic signage. (The Cat's Crowing Noodles, cute name, cute logo, and it speaks to you on an entirely basic, selfish level.) No, wait, with that kind of smile and the slight tone of voice you learned to pick up from having her in your head for a few years, that's Jolinar talking now. "May we speak?"

"Mmmh," You shrug. "Sure, Jols. What's up?"

"Your father not so discretely asked me to speak to you about your plans for the future," Jolinar says.

"...Why?" You ask, squinting at her.

"I'd imagine he's concerned you don't have a plan for life," Jolinar says. "And considering I'm likely the closest thing you had to a parent during our few years together on the run... I suspect he's passing the buck off because he doesn't want to seem too coddling or controlling."

"Where as the voice in my head can get off that hook way too easily," You scoff. "Yeah, sure. I guess that's fine enough of a reason." You sigh. "God damn it all, I don't really HAVE a plan beyond 'just be there.'"

"Just be there?" Jolinar asks. "For John and Rose and Jade, right?"

"We were on the run for so long, I..." You frown. "I just want to be there for them where and when I can. Help with whatever I can, but... Rose doesn't need my help and John and Jade have this whole werewolf practice thing going on, so I'm... I'm adrift."

"I see," Jolinar muses, then something about her body posture visibly shifts away from that.

Ah, Mikari's taking over now, you guess, because there's a change to her tone of voice as well, "I was in a similar boat, you know."

"Really, now?" You ask, grabbing at your drink's glass and swirling it around a little. The ice cubes all sort of rattle around pleasantly.

"Yes," Mikari nods. "Lime Bloods have always been... hunted on Alternia. We're rare, these days. Maybe not so rare going forwards, we'll see, but still... For a long time growing up, I was very much adrift. I disguised myself as Troll after Troll, changing signs and blood colors and faking my death the moment it seemed like I'd been caught. It was tiring, until I found the cause of a radio technician for the rebellion. I was already doing the job of constantly reloacting, but then, I suddenly had a chance to put a meaning behind my relocations beyond just survival." She smiles as you go to take a sip from your glass. "And then you came into my life and dropped Jolinar into my lap with quite the kiss of fate!"

If she was trying to get a reaction out of you, she failed miserably. You finish taking your sip of your drink, and then shrug. "All I did was be in the right place to let Jolinar do the heavy lifting, Mikari. Nothing special about that."

"That is true," Mikari says, then... there's something weird changing in her face a bit. What sort of weird comment does she have in store for you now?

"However, I am curious if you've given any thought about romance in general." Mika- No. Jolinar. Damn, they're getting good at this near instant switching thing, aren't they? You almost missed them switching again that time. "Has anyone caught your eyes? I know Rose certainly has fallen hard for a certain jade blood, after all."

"Good for Rose, but trolls?" You scoff. "Yeah, I'm sure cat ears and crow wings are just as attractive to the nearest troll as they are to kids on earth."

"You are quite adorable," one of them- you're not sure which- remarks casually. "Anyone would be lucky to date you."

"Thanks, but I'm not interested in dating people," you say. "Not when I have to dance around the whole time travel an' alternate universe and Stargate Knowledge Restriction problem. Kinda limits the dating pool by a BIT. 'Specially since the only people around my age I MIGHT even be interested in are either: A, Already Dating Someone, or B, Basically Might As Well Be Family."

"While that's true you, John, Rose, and Jade all were quite close growing up," Okay, there's Jolinar specifically now, "we did spend several years away from them while they spent several years together. If there were any sort of chance for you to have a relationship with any of them, it'd likely be John or Jade."

You try to fight back the urge to spit take. Roll for will save and...

SUCCESS. You fight back the urge to spit take.

"Don't joke like that," you counter.

"Don't joke like what?" ugh, and there's a super ambiguous smile. Seriously, who's the worse influence on who here, Jolinar, or Mikari? You want to say you don't remember Jolinar being quite THIS trolling, but at the same time...

Well, she was inside your head for several years. If you were to have a bias towards willfully ignoring personality traits from someone, it'd be her.

"Did Dad put you up to this?" You ask, frowning. "Did my Dad, one Major Davis Strider, really ask you to check in and see if I had romantic leanings towards anybody??"

"Um, well..." It doesn't matter who's saying that, the embarrassment on their shared face is evident.

"Just tell him that he can come ask me himself if he's that damned curious," you say, and then noisily slurp down part of your drink... well, there's more than enough to keep you from finishing it in one go, so you take a moment to breathe and not, well, drown.

"Argo, I don't mean to-"

You SLURP again. This time you manage to get to the bottom of the glass and it makes that wonderfully loud SLLURRRRRRRRKKKKKK sound. You stop to take a breath, and wait for Mikari/Jolinar to start talking again before slurping some more.

"Okay!" She interjects- "I get the point! I'll go tell Davis."

"Thank you," you say, before slurping a little bit more.

Just, you know, for the fun of it.


 

You know who's ALSO doing something for the fun of it?

A little troll known to his friends by the moniker "GOR-GOR," who's presently watching from within the sealed helmet of his LIFE SUPPORT SUIT as the same MEDICAL TECHNOLOGY that brought him back from the brink of death works its TECHNOMAGIC to bring back one SHADRE AMANNO. Really, she should be so lucky that she chose to recruit him for the pure INTIMIDATION FACTOR, as well as the TEST BED for the MINIATURIZATION of the ENERGY ABSORPTION TECHNOLOGY Lord English used on his SNAKE MECH SPACE SHIP.

Anubis was also testing his own variation of it, the KULL WARRIOR ARMOR. The Alternian version had its own tweaks and turns to it that "Gor-Gor" thought was a much appropriate, including a much more fitting name.

THE CULL WARRIOR ARMOR.

Yes, it was exactly the exact same name, except with a C instead of a K.

Tagora Gorjek gave a faintly pained smirk beneath his helmet as Shadre screamed out as her body was finally brought back to the land of the living... but not unchanged. Oh, no. Where Tagora got himself shoved into a pitch black suit of NEAR EBONY ARMOR, Shadre got her fancy little BLOOD PET merged entirely with her body.

Tagora Gorjek, "Gor-Gor" to his friends, wished he could only be so lucky as to experience the fascinating experience of being one of two souls fused together into one. Surely, it must be a bright and smooth and simple process that would never ever backfire in a million years ever, let alone lead to a bright and powerful explosion that could send clowns hurtling over a helium filled landscape.

What? Experience? What the hell do you think I'm talking about here exactly? It's just metaphor here, people. Just like it's metaphor that the lifesupport suit Tagora was wearing made very obvious re-breather sounds.

KOOOOOOOSSSHH...ksssssh.


 

"Alright, that's enough for today." And with Touya's declaration, Jade slumps into John's arms, whining about how tiring maintaining only SPECIFIC parts of her transformation was.

Her present lack of Wolf Ears was spoiled only by them popping back into existence out from the top of her wild mess of hair as she grew comfortable in John's comforting embrace.

Your name is JOEY CLAIRE, and you sit on a recently built, small brick wall outside your HIVE alongside KEIKO and SILICA, having watched today's activities for a lack of anything better to do.

"It's funny," Silica says, "Touya rarely gets so into the teaching aspect of the Lycanthropy stuff. You'd never think it, but he's actually a pretty good teacher."

"I think the problem is that he's never had anyone to teach about it before," Keiko muses. "When you're put into a situation like that, you either sink or swim."

"Speaking of sinking or swimming," you chime in, "any luck figuring out how to fix that broken Quantum Mirror yet?"

"Nope," Keiko shakes her head. "By the Ancients, that thing is terrifying. Minori's still working on the spell that should seal that rift, but who knows if it will even work or not."

"At least now we know why your Clown problem was hunting down a planet with a metal tree forest," Silica says. "They were trying to find a more direct route to connect to Alfheim."

"Which is terrifying for its own reasons," Touya chimes in as he walks over and hefts himself up onto the brick wall. "If Oberon ever got out into the multiverse at large... who knows what kind of damage he could reap."

"At least we can take a small comfort in the idea that English is keeping him from spreading out," Keiko says. "Even if he probably IS Oberon's mysterious 'backer.'"

"There is that," Silica says.

"Indeed," you agree.

Silence falls among the four of you for a moment as you watch John and Jade stagger inside your Hive.

"So, how's it going with her?" You finally ask.

"Good," Touya says. "Jade's gotten the hang of transforming certain aspects of herself over others, but sustaining it without thinking about it is the hard part. Her body's gotten into this weird default state at the moment where she's got the ears almost constantly, and the tail half as frequently. And everything else the moment she starts getting angry." He pauses, then says, "That temper is what we really have to work on, though."

"And how's that going?" Keiko asks.

"Honestly?" Touya shakes his head. "She could use a form of stress relief that isn't using her powers at all. Something that makes her feel good about herself in some simple, basic ways. And I don't really know what that could be."

Silica replies to that with, "You totally have an idea but don't want to say."

"Of course I don't," he replies. "I'm not going to open my mouth and get beaned by my sister the next time she sees me because one of you two said something!"

"Us?" Keiko and Silica chirp at once in creepy unison that has to come from practice. "Never, Touya! Perish the thought!"

"I hate it when you two do that," Touya gripes, and you kinda have to agree.


You're now John Sheppard and as you walk into the kitchen seeking FOOD for dinner, you find Argo angrily beating at a loaf of pizza dough.

"Hey," you say. "What's up?"

"Mrrrrrhh!" Argo grunts. "Dad sent Jolinar to ask me about my love life."

"Ouch," you grimace. "Like we've got time to worry about that."

"Exactly!" Argo agrees, pounding at the doughey bread product a bit more. "Mrrrh. So frustrating."

You look Argo over, and see how her ears are folded flat against her skull in frustration. No, this won't do. This won't do at all.

Your hand reaches out and firmly establishes itself atop her head of neon green hair between the ears, and rubs side to side quickly for a few seconds. You go to pull your hand back, but Argo stands up on her toes to keep her head firmly planted against your hand, and--

"John Sheppard, you keep that hand on my head until I say I'm done or I swear to god I'm gonna scream," she says, eyeing you from around your own arm.

"Alright," You smile and lower your hand back down and Argo follows, lowering back down onto her feet properly.

Then, you give her a proper head pat/scratch/massage and- Oh. My. God. That is adorable!!

She's PURRING!!

You've heard Rose do it so you figured Argo would too at some point or another but this is, like, the first time you've actively heard it in recent memory.

You spend about a minute on this before your wrist gets tired and Argo finally says you can stop.

After that, you help her fix a pizza for an dinner for you, her, and Jade, and all is right in the world for one more evening.

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EARTH DATE: APRIL 22ND, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/23/0002.

243 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"Jack?"

"Nrrgh."

"Jack. You're awake... Ish. You can stop pretending to be asleep."

"Five more minutes."

"You'll be waking up actually in five minutes, but I need to talk with you now so you don't freak out."

Your name is JACK O'NEILL, and you open your eyes to see- well, you think it's Carter at first but there's something off with her hair that's...

"Jolinar?" You ask, sitting up. "What's going on?" You look around the entire expanse of... well, nothingness around you. No, this won't do at all. You quickly conjure up a memory of the SGC's Cafeteria, and then summon a plate full of pie to your hands.

Gotta love memory magic.

"Yes, hi, it is me," she says. "And as to what's going on? You almost died."

"...What did I do this time?" You ask.

"How much do you remember?" Jolinar asks.

"We were..." You groan. "In Antarctica. I'm starting to hate that place with all the trouble it's caused us."

"Yes, I'm beginning to see the animosity," Jolinar agrees. "Long story short, the girl we found in the ice managed to heal everyone except for you and Major Strider before collapsing."

"Crap," you groan. "I knew this was all in my head, but you're LITERALLY inside my head right now, aren't you?"

"We weren't sure if you would last the trip back to the SGC to go through the Gate and get to the Tok'ra or not," Jolinar says. "And I'd already made Sam immune to the plague, so there wasn't any harm in attempting this. As it is, I'm still not sure if Major Strider's made it to the SGC or not yet."

"Did I agree to this?" You ask.

"Barely coherently, but yes," Jolinar closes her eyes, and then there's an echo of your own voice playing back into the room.

"Jol...inar... no other snakes... Don't trust 'em... 'nough..."

"...Yeah, alright," you say. "That's something I'd say alright... and now I'm remembering doing it." You shudder. "And how much that damned plague hurt. What the hell was that thing anyways?"

"I believe we've just uncovered the reason the Ancients were playing around with time travel in the way they were," Jolinar answers.

"The Time Loop machine was meant to fix that?" You grimace. "D'oh! No wonder they never got it working, if they were dealing with that the entire time."

"Yes, something like that," Jolinar agrees. "Anyways, while we have the time... I'd like to discuss some things, privately. Boundaries and what not."

"Right," you say. "No digging around in my deepest most private thoughts about the Simpsons or all the insane scripts Marty keeps sending my way for 'do we adapt this mission or not' stuff."

"Of course, naturally," Jolinar says. "I've been avoiding those spots already out of respect. Although, I have to say, you should probably bury your feelings towards Sam a bit further down into that vault in the future."

"...I don't know what you're talking about," you lie through a mouthful of pie that you conjured up there because you definitely did not stick a fork into that pie and lift it into your mouth. The slice of pie is steadfastly unchanged on your plate- except, wait, wasn't it a whole pie earlier? Whatever. Doesn't matter.

"All I'll be saying, Colonel Jack O'neill," Jolinar smirks at you, "is that your surface thoughts were very Loud and Clear on the matter when I first merged with you." You glare at her, in a way that says 'please stop.' "You were quite happy to have me blending with you for reasons that weren't related to my saving your life."
"Can I just wake up now?" You ask, pie completely forgotten.

"Of course," Jolinar says. "I believe our five minutes are just about up anyways."

And then the room is washed away with a blinding glare of sunlight, and you groan awake to the sound of helicopter chopperblades whirling away above you.

"Sir!" And there's Sam, halo'd by the sunlight coming through the copter's window.

"Carter?" you tiredly ask. "What time is it?"

"Eighteen, Eighteen," She answers with a glance at her watch. "On the nose."

[Ask her about Major Strider, I'm a bit concerned.] Jolinar's voice interjects suddenly. That's really weird.

"How long was I out?" you ask. "And Jolinar's worried about Strider?"

"We're almost back to the SGC," Carter answers. "We've got Davis on ice for the moment. The Tok'ra are already waiting on base with a symbiote in need of a temporary host. He should make it."

[That's wonderful!] Jolinar seems happy. Oh god this whole 'voice in your head' thing is going to take some getting used to.... you just hope this doesn't last too long.

"Good it hear it," you say, and close your eyes, trying to take stock of the situation. Your body feels sore all over in a way you haven't felt since... well, since the Stargates stopped freezing your ass every time you stepped through a wormhole.

[Huh? What?] Jolinar asks. [Relevant Memory share, please?]

...You volunteer the relevant memory.

[How does that-? But what...? I....] Jolinar gives the mental equivalent of a confused blink. [I'll need to ask Sam about this when I jump back over to her next. I don't understand how that's even possible.]

You get the feeling this is probably going to be a really, REALLY tiring next couple of days/weeks/months/however long this partnership lasts.

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EARTH DATE: APRIL 30TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 10/31/0002.

235 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Jack O'neill, and you're feeling INSOMNIATIC, despite the fact that it's the middle of the day. Jolinar is way too much like Carter for YOUR own good, honestly. Her mind is constantly up and about pondering this problem or that problem and really, they're a good match for each other, but it's just...

Well. Carter, Teal'c, and Jonas are off doing a mission locally on Earth while you're waiting on MEDICAL RESULTS to come in to clear you either for returning Jolinar to Carter, or being at LEAST cleared for active duty again.

You're chilling out in the infirmary, waiting for those test results to come back, when Joey Cl- Harley. JOEY HARLEY walks in, griping and complaining to KA'TURNAL about another stupid BATTERY OF TESTS.

"Look," Ka'turnal finally seems to lose the end of her patience. "I don't like this either, Harley, but if either of us want Kinsey to shut up and admit defeat, we have to keep faking these test results until they give up."

Well, now, what's this?

[Oh, that?] Jolinar chimes in. [Kinsey and the NID keep insisting Joey submit to 'regular' tests to 'check' to make sure she doesn't have any 'illnesses' resulting from her time in Alternia's Galaxy. In all honesty, they're likely just harassing her in an attempt to see if there's any residual genetics from the bracelet in her D.N.A.. In the mean time...]

In the mean time there's the freaking Goa'uld symbiote that the alternate universe Joey's personality is loaded onto that needs to be 'hidden away' from prying eyes of the NID.

[Exactly.]

Well, that's a concept.

You wave at Joey Harley to get her attention once she's looking your way. She smiles kindly and heads over to you. "Colonel O'neill, how are you?"

"Bored," you reply. "Worried about my team."

"SG-1 off world adventuring?" She asks.

 "A bit more closer to home, actually," you say. "Some doctor guy called Carter in the middle of the night the other night and she heard him get run off the road over the phone, so Hammond sent them to investigate."

"What makes it an SG-1 matter?" Joey asks.

"He said there was a Goa'uld after him," you say.

"Ah. Well, that's not good," Joey frowns. "Any idea who?"

"That's what Carter and the others are looking into," you say. "I'd be right along with them, but I haven't gotten cleared yet."

[Alas,] Jolinar laments, [there is a difference between making someone immune on the onset of symptoms and healing them well after the fact.]

That there is.

"Mmh, stupid medical exams," Joey complains. "It's so stupid. The NID keeps pestering me and pestering me. I'm just glad they haven't found some excuse to drag me into some secret little holding cell in the middle of nowhere yet."

"At least there's that," you say.

The conversation is thus abruptly ended as Ka'turnal calls Joey away.

And so you continue to sit and wait for test results.

Lucky ass Strider, got to go spend time with the Tok'ra while they asked their operative to give the report he couldn't give while being stranded without a host. You don't envy him at all.

Then Fraiser strolls in looking at a vial of some kind of yellow-gold substance and you have to ask her, "Please tell me that's not from me. Because I'm sure I don't remember giving That kind of sample."

Fraiser gives you a squirmy look then says, "No, it's something Carter found on the mission. I've got to give it an analysis to figure out what kind of super drug it is."

"Fair 'nough," you relent.

...You wouldn't get your test results today at all, as it would turn out. Everyone was just too danged busy.



EARTH DATE: MAY 1ST, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/01/0002.

234 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is General George Hammond and you blink as you process the information Carter's given over the phone. "Repeat that, Major?"

"We're fairly certain that the man running the bio-tech operation here, Adrian Conrad, is actually a Goa'uld, Sir," Carter says, "and we think he's using some kind of mind control to force the people of this town to build himself a ship to escape. We're not exactly sure what he's doing to control people yet, but it's looking suspiciously like Symbiote possession. If Cassandra or Jade were out here we could probably confirm if there were symbiotes about, but for the moment we're assuming it's the case. Better to be safe than sorry."

"That's troubling news, Major," you say. "Keep up the work, and let us know if the situation changes."

"Thank you, Sir. We'll let you know the moment we find something concrete," and with that, Major Carter hangs up.

With a sigh, you put your phone back on the receiver.

A Goa'uld loose on earth? This could have the potential to suddenly spiral well out of control.

Barely an hour later, you get a call from one of your NID PLANTS, informing you that whatever interest the NID had in Joey Harley, it's suddenly been shifted around onto the goings on in that sleepy little town that you sent SG-1 to, and in such a hurry that someone HAD to be panicking knowing that your team was there... This does little in the way of NOT making you concerned that somewhere along the line from Carter calling to you receiving, the NID started listening in.

Several hours later, near the end of an apparently fruitless security sweep, you receive a call from Major Carter reporting in that the NID apparently already KNEW about the multitude of Goa'uld in the town and the ship they were building, and had wanted them to complete the work on it just to swipe it away and make it Earth's "First Flagship Defense Ship."

Apparently, according to Jonas and Teal'c, the NID thought the SGC would never get a working spaceship off the ground and that Earth should have had a working space ship YEARS AGO.

...A part of you wonders if there ever really was a security breach in the first place because if there was one, then really, the NID should have been aware that the SGC was already in the process of building a PROTOTYPE SPACESHIP- the X-303.

Besides that, according to Carter, Conrad's new Goa'uld sapceship would have taken at least TWO MORE YEARS to complete anyways.

The X-303, by comparison, would be undergoing test flights by the turn of the millennium.

Really, if the NID weren't aware of the X-303, then, sure, their actions were somewhat reasonable... But if they WERE, then... well...
It just makes no sense at all.

Still, Carter's brief phone report tells you, Conrad and his Goa'uld brain mate have been arrested, by the SGC by Jurisdiction. The NID are not going to be happy about THAT at all.

As you prepare for the worst, you receive word that your security sweep had the fortune of stumbling onto a pair of NID agents trying to hack a bug into one of the phone lines.

The good timing of it all makes you smile, just a bit. Still, you order another sweep of the base to make sure that there aren't any other bugs like that one hidden away somewhere.

Better to be safe than sorry, after all.

...And then, your very small good mood evaporates as you get another phone call, this time from Colonel Chekov.

"...China is- What?"

"Threatening to counter our cover story over the crashed Goa'uld vessel in the Pacific," Chekov repeats.

Oh for crying out loud. As if you didn't have enough to deal with.

"Thank you for the heads up, but I'll have to call you back, Colonel. I need to discuss this with the President," you sigh. "We very well may have to disclose the Stargate Program to the governments of the world."

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EARTH DATE: MAY 7TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/07/0002.

228 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is OKURII LEIJON, and there are many things you'd expect out of your job when it comes to CURVE BALLS.

And right now, in the middle of a gap between evacuations, Latula Pyrope on Haven dialed in, and brought through with her a VERY young girl. A human girl, at that. A human girl with fire-orange hair the shade of which you'd imagine Cassandra had when she was younger, and some brilliant green eyes that remind you strikingly of Joey or Jude.

Oh. Oh no.

"Wait," you say, before Latula can say anything. "Let me guess. She came stumbling out of the Stargate and is calling you 'auntie' or something similar?"

"Pretty much, yes," Latula answers with a grim nod. "She says her name is Penny Harley and is really confused where the 'swingset by the gate' went. Once I told her I hadn't built one yet, she clammed up as if realizing something was wrong."

Oh, great. Yet another Solar Flare Time Traveler.

And this time, she looks to be the future daughter of Jude Harley and Cassandra Fraiser.

You look the girl over, trying to get a vague guess of her age. Let's see, she's... bigger than the younger John, Jade, Argo!Nepeta, and Rose, so you'd guess older than that. By a Sweep, maybe? How old are those four? You quickly do the math... A little over a sweep in Alternian years. Three-ish Earth/Diasporan years? Almost four. Almost four? So, if this girl is older by a sweep... She'd be almost... six? Six years old?

"Hello there," you kneel down and look this girl- Penny, wasn't that what Latula said her name was?- in the eyes. "You're Penny, right?"

The girl nods, but says nothing, keeping her mouth stubbornly tight lipped.

"Do you know who I am?" You ask.

Penny squints at you, as if trying to figure things out, then opens her mouth slightly, and asks, "Aunt Kurii?"

You feel a stab of emotion running through your heart at such a declaration. You could get used to hearing that, you think.

"Yup," you nod, "That's me."

And then little Penny throws herself at you for a hug. Ooof! She's a bit stronger than she looks.

"Zebede," you look up at the bridge and order, "dial out and get Joey, Jude, and Cassandra over here ASAP."

"Right!" the Gate tech says from the bridge. "Will do!"

"Alright," you say to Latula, "shall we take her to the cafeteria?"

"Might as well," Latula nods. "I was about to fix lunch when she came through."

And so you put your arms around Penny and lift her up and carry her along to the All Your Base's cafeteria.

As you walk, you notice Penny glancing around as if she's never seen the place before. Well, you suppose that'd make sense if you just leave the ship crashed here after evacuating.

Soon enough, you get to the Cafeteria, and as luck would have it, there's a large absence of people. Well, except for Diemen and Boldir.

Boldir takes one look at you before her eyes widen and she quickly begins telling Diemen to cook up something special.

"Latula," you say, "why don't you go ask them what's on the menu?"

"Alright," she says, and then heads over to talk with them. For a moment, it really kicks in how absurd this whole situation is. Haven's solar flare based time travel just... is so unpredictable.

You set Penny down at a table and smile as comfortingly as you can at her. "Sooo... what happened?"

Penny squirms a bit. "I did a bad."

"Did you now?" You ask.

"I ran ahead through the Gate even though Aunt Morgan told me to wait," Penny answers.

Ah, well, that would explain it. She jumped a Solar Flare by accident. As for "Aunt Morgan"... Who the hell is that? The only question you have besides that is did she arrange for events to turn out this way or was it really an accident?

Ugh. You hate this whole second guessing thing. Stable Time Loops SUCK.

"Penny," you say, "we want to get you back to where you came from. Can you tell us what the date was?"

"It was Tuesday," she says.

"Well, that's handy, but what was the date?" You ask. "Like, was it February second, or June fifth, or...?"

Penny shrugs. "It was Tuesday."

Of course it was.

"What about the year?" You ask.

"Umm..." Penny's nose scrunches up a bit. "Two-Fourish?"

...What.

"What?"

"Two-Four-ish," she repeats.

You blink. "I'm not sure what that means."

"Dunno either," Penny says.

"How about this, how old are you?" You ask.

"I'm Six!" She says proudly.

Well, it seems you guessed right. "That's helpful," you say. "When were you born?"

"Dunno!"

...That's entirely less helpful.

"How do you not know when you were born?" You ask.

"Mama said I was born in a Time Dial Bubble," Penny answers.

A time dial-?

"A time dilation bubble?" you ask.

"Yeah, that," Penny nods.

...Because of course she would be born in a freaking time dilation bubble.

"Penny, where were you born?" You ask, feeling curious. "As in, what planet?"

"Um..." Penny frowns, trying to remember, you'd guess. "In an Abbey?"

An Abbey...? What??? This situation just keeps getting weirder and weirder, and a part of you is wondering if Penny is intentionally messing with you to conceal information that might cause problems with the time line.

You're about to ask more when Latula comes over and says, "Diemen is fixing up a fresh batch of macaroni and cheese."

"Oooh!" Penny's eyes go wide. "Yes! Yes!!"

"A favorite, huh?" You ask, and receive a vigorous nod.

"Uncle Damen's macncheese is the best!" Penny declares in plain english/alternian before launching into an excited spiel that your ears pick up as ANCIENT, but only in-so-far as you recognize the language because you DON'T understand it. You glance at Boldir, and assume that little Penny is singing Diemen's praises because the mind-reader is giggling something fierce.

"My, now that is a flowery statement!" Says one Ganos Lal as she walks into the room, looking a bit surprised at hearing someone fluently speaking her own language. But not as surprised as she gets a moment later when Penny looks up at her, gasps "Aunt Morgan!" in the middle of her Ancient Language ramblings, and then quickly starts crying out what, going by tone alone, is an apology for running on ahead through the stargate during a Solar Flare.

Well, you guess that explains the who 'Aunt Morgan' is, but... Why is Ganos Lal being called Aunt Morgan?

Ganos looks to you, then Latula, then asks, "Time Travel?"

You both nod sagely, and say in unison, "Time Travel."


 

Your name is Joey Claire, and you can't help but stare at the tiny little girl who just ran up to you, wrapped her arms around your legs in a hug, and yelled out adorably, "AUNT CLAIRE!"

You glance at your Moirail, who's struggling not to laugh.

Honestly, washing through your heart right now is a roll of- well, you're not entirely sure what this feeling is. It's similar to the one you had when finding out that PA had adopted Jade through Jude. Except... now you're fairly certain that this is different in a whole other way.

There's something vaguely reminiscent of both of your parents in Penny's face and the eyes... there's that SPARK you've seen in your own eyes at time. She's family by BLOOD, not that that makes any real difference to family by choice. And yet... you have a NIECE. Your brother, though he doesn't know it yet, is a FATHER.

On the one hand, this is entirely too good of an opportunity to pass up teasing Jude and Cassandra about being parents far too young.

On the other, time travel is involved, so... Uh.

Penny Harley. Penny. Harley.

She's adorable.

Of course, this STARTLING REVELATION isn't really quite that startling to you. The Future Jonas Quinn DID share some pictures of the happy parents back during your time loop closing mission in the far flung past of Ancient Egypt. (Apparently, the Future You was baby sitting during that particular trip.) You knew this revelation was coming, you just didn't think you'd be meeting the girl so soon.

"Uncle Xeeef!" And then Penny's pulled away from you just enough grin up at Xefros, who grins back, a bit unsteadily. Then, Penny asks something that the stargate's translation effect doesn't work on.

"Uh..." He blinks. "What?"

"She asked if you were writing any new songs," Ganos Lal translates, and then, eyeing your curious look, clarifies, "and yes, she's speaking Ancient."

"Oh, yeah," Xefros nods. "I'm working on a new one we're calling 'Breakout.'"

"Oooh! Breakout!" Penny grins. "I like that one!"

Xefros blinks, then says, "Well, no pressure or anything. I guess."

"Hey," you suggest, "Xef, why don't you give Penny a quick tour of the place?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure thing!" Xefros nods, then, kneels down to look Penny in the eyes. "You want a tour?"

"Sure, Uncle Xef!" Penny nods, and then detaches from you to go clamber onto Xefros' back.

"I'll go along to translate in case she slips into Ancient again," Ganos volunteers, and with that, the three of them leave.

"When are Jude and Cassie coming back?" You ask Okurii and Latula once they've left.

"Shouldn't be too much longer," Okurii replies. "Zebede radioed them after he radioed you. But they were further away from the Stargate than you were."

"Right," You nod. "So... any minute now, basically?"

"Basically," Okurii nods.

"So, how do we get her home?" You ask.

"We've been working on that," Okurii shakes her head. "Apparently she was born inside a time dilation bubble in an abbey."

"An Abbey?" You frown. "Do you think she meant Abydos?"

"Probably," Latula nods. "That fits with her calling the time dilation bubble a 'time dial bubble,' after all."

"Beyond that, we know she's six years old, but not how long she was in the bubble, and that it was a Tuesday on a 'two-four-ish' year," Okurii concludes.

"Two Thousand and Four, probably," you deduce. "Tuesday doesn't narrow it down much, though."

"We're hoping that Jude and Cassandra can get more info out of her when they get here," Latula says. "But if we can't get a return trip going, we might be stuck with her."

"Has she mentioned an older version of herself?" You ask.

"Not yet, no," Okurii says, frowning. "She's been somewhat skittish regarding concrete details, to be honest."

"I can only imagine," you say. "This is worse than the time we ran into ourselves back on Haven two times in a row. We knew roughly what we were doing. Penny? She doesn't really know, unless we've warned her."

Okurii nods. "Let's say you're right about her coming from the year 2004. If she's six, that means she spent roughly two years in a time dilation bubble."

"Or more accurately, probably a time acceleration bubble," you counter. "Dilation slows things down, acceleration speeds things up."

"Which means for whatever reason, Abydos hits a burst of concentrated time," Okurii frowns. "In the year 2000?"

"Maybe," Latula says. "Or it could be longer."

"So, worst case scenario, in about a year," you summarize, "my brother is going to get Cassie pregnant, and they're going to get stuck on Abydos for long enough time to have Penny."

"Let's hope there are better case scenarios than that," Okurii says. "Like, let's say it happens later. Maybe she's born and lives five years of her life inside of a time bubble."

"How is that better?" you ask, squinting at Okurii.

"It's better because it means whatever problem it is would be our far future problem, and hopefully not related to Anubis and English," Okurii answers.

"...Fair enough," you relent. "But when has our luck EVER gone that well? Because as good as it has been with certain dicey situations... well, it's been cutting it close on certain situations."

"You make a good point," Okurii relents.

"At any rate," you say, ignoring the Gate Alarm as it sounds off, "Penny's temporal displacement aside, I guess I should report in about the mission we were on while we have the chance."

"Right," Okurii nods.

"Bad news is, the rumors seem to be right," you begin the report, "the Clowns and Carapacians are fielding some kind of new super soldier prototype armor. The Mofang village who sent the SOS was already razed to the ground by the time we got there." You grimace, just a bit. "The worst part is the people who fought back were found dead with two different types of wounds, both that match the eye witness reports from the survivors."

"Damn," Okurii grimaces. "So what are we dealing with, exactly?"

"A troll in a pitch black suit of armor with an obvious life support element to it, wielding an energy blaster in the left wrist, and a crimson colored plasma torch sword as his primary weapon in his right hand," you continue the report. "Honestly, if it weren't for the fact the bastard signed his name, I'd swear Anubis and English were taunting us with a villain from an Earth movie."

"He signed his name? Really?" Okurii asks, incredulous. "Who is this bastard anyways?"

"Someone we thought was dead. Tagora Gorjek," you answer.

"The guy torturing Cirava who Rose cooked alive with Scratch Blood?" Okurii asks.

"Yup," you nod. "He carved 'Gor-Gor' into a wall."

"Of COURSE it'd be that bastard," Okurii grimaces. "Why couldn't he just die?"

"Karma?" You shrug. "Either that, or fate has me slotted in to be his destined lightsaber opponent."

"...Lightsaber?" Okurii frowns, not recognizing the term.

"It's Star Wars," you say. "Gor-gor's suit looks like a villain from it, Darth Vader- and, urgh. Just trust me, it's a stupid ass thing."

"Who's looking like Darth Vader?" And of course, in that moment, Jude and Cassandra return from their mission, entering the Cafeteria, covered in a loose dusting of red colored sand and looking like they'd just come back from running a marathon.

And thus you spend the next few minutes repeating everything you just talked about to Okurii, then begin filling them in on the situation with Penny.

Needless to say, seeing the two of them nearly faint from the revelation put the hold on any teasing you might have done.


 

Your name is Cassandra Fraiser and you honestly had a hard time believing it until you saw Xefros leading the girl back into the Cafeteria, and she gasped after seeing you and Jude and yelled out two terms of endearment that confirmed it all.

"MAMA! PAPA!"

And even if that fact alone somehow didn't confirm it for other people- the moment that girl's body came into range of your magnetic field sense, you felt HER. And more specifically, you felt tiny NAQUADAH NODES within her body just the same as what Jude had built for you.

There was nothing else to doubt it. You were going to be a mother. The sort of feelings running through you are...

You don't want to let your girl go.

You know you'll have to send her back to your future self eventually, but...

Mere seconds after meeting her and you don't want to let her go.


 

Your name is Jude Harley, and you feel a brief surge of panic and annoyance as you hear this girl all you "PAPA."

God, damn it. Why couldn't you just get her to call you 'Daddy' or 'Father' or something else??

Stable time loops aside, just... why? Why couldn't you just let that insane legacy of your PA'S die out with him the first time?

And then this kid is running up and then jumping into Cassie's arms and being hugged and there's this smile on Cassie's face and that panic and annoyance just....

It's gone.

You're looking on this whole situation and.... you want it. You want to see more of this. You...

You don't care what name she calls you. You want to be this girl's father and see just how she got to this point.


 

You are once again Joey Claire, and you can't help but smile as Jude and Cassie fawn over the adorable little girl.

They really do paint a pretty picture of a family...

A part of you wishes that knowing this, Jude and Cassie will *Never* ever step foot through a Stargate again for COMBAT REASONS one she's properly born. But you know that's probably never going to be the case.

The fact that Penny knows so many people on this side of things as "Aunt" and "Uncle" means she's going to be commuting. She's going to be as much of a-- A-- Hrmf. You want to say "military brat" but that doesn't quite feel right. "Gate Brat" perhaps? Eh, it'll work for now.

She'll be as much of a Gate Brat as the younger versions of John and company.

And you get the feeling that Jude and Cassie are going to be involved in a lot of shit while Penny is growing up. You just hope... you hope that those two won't repeat Jake's mistakes. And actually, speaking of your now teenaged PA, where the hell is he?

You ask Okurii, and she mentions something about him helping Chixie evacuating her town and that he should have been back at least an hour ago if everything went according to schedule, since that town's population was scheduled to evacuate through the gate in about thirty minutes.

That means they're probably hanging out together somewhere, so you decaptcha an Arai beetle and send it out to search for them.

It doesn't actually take too much to find them. Your first hunch of where to check pans out rather quickly- a guest room in the same crew quarter's hallway that you used to call home to your own room- but you kind of wish you hadn't actually gone looking for them.

You did NOT need the mental image of your teenaged Pa making out with a girl who could pass as an Alternian version of your mother.

Bleck.

You settle for trolling him just a bit in revenge and send that Arai Beetle carreening into the back of your Pa's head- gently enough to not actually hurt either Jake or the Arai Beetle, but hard enough to make Jake and Chixie both jump in surprise.

You buzz the Arai Beetle around Jake's head in an orbit to grab his attention and then move it to hover at the doorway for two reasons. A: To tell them to lock the damned door next time, and B: for Jake to follow the glowing alien bug!!

With embarrassed smiles at realizing they'd been caught, Jake got up from the couch they'd been lounging on and follow your Arai Beetle through the hallways. Meanwhile, you made your excuses and went out to meet him half way to explain the situation.

"Before you say anything," You begin once you meet Jake on the way, "I'm not going to say anything about what I saw except that you should lock the door next time. I don't care what you get up to in your free time, Jake. That part of our lives is long over."

"...Fair enough, Joey," Jake agrees. "It's... Yeah."

'Yeah' indeed.

"Now then, as for why I sent a beetle to look for you," you say, "we've had an accidental time traveler come to visit."

"Who?" he asks.

"Your grand daughter," You say, and smile slightly at the startled expression on his face.

"What?" he sputters out. "Whose!?"

"Jude and Cassie's daughter, from about, er... well, we're not exactly sure when she's from, yet," you say. "But she's six years old, and her name is Penny and gosh if she isn't adorable."

Jake goes silent for a minute as you walk, then says, "That's insane. How... How the hell did she even get here?"

"Ran ahead through a Stargate on Haven during a solar flare," you explain. "We're trying to get some solid dates out of her so we can find a return flare that'll take us to the right time."

"I guess that would be hard," Jake muses. "I don't think I ever really paid attention to the current date until I was ten."

You nod in agreement, "Yeah, I didn't really pay attention either when I was her age."

"Does she have a Sylladex?" Jake asks. "I can't imagine we didn't plan ahead and leave something in there after today."

"...Now that's an idea," you say.


 

As it would turn out, Penny DID indeed have a Sylladex... and about TWENTY DIFFERENT FETCH MODUSES (MODI?), all but one of them GAME THEMED. Pictionary, Monopoly, Memory Match, something called POKEMON? The list goes on. The one that didn't have a theme was a basic STACK MODUS like you use. The frame on it is also the most BATTERED of the bunch, likely implying it's the oldest of the lot.

Penny was all too happy to hand her Sylladex over for you to look at while she consumed a freshly prepared bowl of MAC-N-CHEESE.

And so, for the second time in recent days, you puruse through someone else's sylladex like a creep. It occurrs to you that you did something similar with PA'S SAFE back before all of this started. It's not a habit if you're not doing it regularly, right?

Penny's Sylladex is home to an OBSCENE AMOUNT of STUFFED ANIMALS. You don't dare open half of these cards lest you shower the cafeteria with PLUSHIES of VARIOUS KINDS. Some of these plush toys are associated with the "POKEDEX MODUS" exclusively, anyways, so there's that. There are a few SPARE OUTFITS, and a couple of TOY TOPS complete with HANDHELD LAUNCHERS.  

Oddly, there's a RATHER LARGE COLLECTION of COINS on a few of these cards. Plus, there's a TRAVEL CHESS SET that looks vaugely familiar somehow. You think you've seen Cassie and Jude playing with one like this every now and then. There's a set of COLORING BOOKS, a BOX OF CRAYONS, and even a BOX OF CHALK.

Finally, though, you find exactly what you're looking for.

It's an innocuous little letter in a LARGE FOLDER SIZED ENVELOPE, marked "IF LOST" on the front of it with gilittery ANIMAL THEMED STICKERS. How adorable.

You pry it open, and find that there are a few different letters within, all within their own sealed envelopes, and written on with Cassandra's handwriting. One reads, "LOST ON EARTH," another reads "LOST ON DIASPORA," and a few others read "LOST OFF WORLD" with specific Galaxy designations. You make sure Cassie doesn't see these because you get the feeling she made these herself without prompting from a stable time loop.

The one you do remove from the large envelope is the one with YOUR HANDWRITING on it. This one reads "To Aunt Claire, 11/07/02" and since that's today's DIASPORAN DATE, you're pretty sure this is related to your little wayward niece.

You pop open the letter and read the message from yourself.

"Hey, past me!" it begins. "In case you haven't guessed, Penny likes exploring. A LOT. It's a family thing, I guess. ANYWHO! You'll want Solar Flare C9-X382 on Callie's database to send Penny back home. Yes, that's the right one, before you get all worried. You can double and triple check the database to see what solar flare sent her back to your time in the first place, and then find the flare that sends her forwards back to that time. Wait, why didn't we do that in the first place? You're now asking because I was asking it at the same time I read the question."

....You have no comment for that.

"The answer is that Callie's got the tablet w/ the flare database with her off world right now!"  ...Oh, well that would explain it. "And by the way, yes, that does mean you're not sending her back until after Callie gets back. Which, speaking of-" Oh no. "Oh, yeah, you're going to want to get on the Astro Megaship and head out after them. Gor-Vader is going after them right as we speak. Best get on that!! Read the rest after you get back."

Yeah, there's more to this letter but you captchalogue it into your own Sylladex, and call out, "Okurii! Please tell me the Astro Megaship is near a planet with a Stargate!"

 

Chapter Text

EARTH DATE: MAY 8TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/08/0002.

227 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

The Goa'uld known as BA'AL wondered, ever so briefly, how it had come to this, and then he remembered in excruciating detail.

This, of course, being the FOOTHOLD SITUATION he had on hand right now. Someone stupid had given bad intel on SOMETHING to SOMEONE, and thus this random team of TAU'RI from the 'Earth' planet had shown up INSISTING that he had "plagarized" his GRAVITY TECHNOLOGY from them and were seeking MONETARY COMPENSATION.

Ba'al had humored them at first, but it was rapidly becoming clear that this COLONEL O'NEILL was baiting him into an extended dialogue for the sake of a dialogue. A distraction, perhaps, but for or from what? Ba'al had no idea, but it surely wasn't anything good, that's for sure.

"Tell me, Colonel O'neill," Ba'al decides to test the waters. "For all that I've humored your claims, what proof do you have? What's to stop me from simply killing your team to end this 'dispute'?"

"You're welcome to try, but I wouldn't recommend it," O'neill counters.

Ba'al considers for a moment, then orders a Jaffa with a staff to aim ever so slightly ABOVE this 'SG-1' and--

PCHOOOOOOWWWWOOOOOOOOP!

Ba'al blinks as he tries to process what just happened.

His Jaffa had fired the staff weapon all but then somehow that had backfired in a way that- well... The staff blast- somehow it just bent around in the air above these Tau'ri and was slung back into the Jaffa that had fired it. How had they managed that? It was almost as if someone had grabbed the shot mid-firing and twisted it around.

Well... Ba'al blinked, it seemed the Tau'ri really DID have some fascinating Gravity Warping technology.

"I suppose it would be in our best interest to... negotiate," Ba'al concedes the point.

It wasn't until much later that Ba'al realized that there was no visible generator for that gravity well, but by then, it was much too late.


 

Your name is ARADIA MEGIDO, and you can't help but giggle to yourself after your little act of PSYCHIC TOMFOOLERY. John was quite right, it feels really great to get the exchange on the Pranksters Gambit.

Despite your job THEORETICALLY being done, you hang back just a bit behind SG-1 while using the CLOAKING DEVICE that Jude built for this occasion to continue to remain hidden. It wouldn't do for Ba'al to try to do anything stupid, now would it?

You just hope that this PLAN O'neill cooked up works to help the Tok'ra inside Major Strider rescue the woman he'd "befriended." You put "Befriended" in quotes because it's quite obvious to everyone involved that KANAN has fallen hard for the servant.

Everyone is lucky that this entire episode of events is happening with a PLAN IN PLACE rather than Kanan forcing Major Strider to go on some kind of lone wolf rescue mission. That could have gotten NASTY.


 

Your name is DAVIS STRIDER, and it takes the strangest things to make you realize you're in love with someone.

With KANAN, it would be the moment of pain when he had to leave behind SHALLAN, one of Ba'al's most trusted lo'taur, whom he'd used for information while he was under cover in this facility. He'd thought, at first, it was just a symptom of his host being shot with a STAFF BLAST, but after being stuck in a jar waiting for a new host... He'd come to realize that he actually loved the woman.

For YOU? It would be having Kanan's feelings booming through your skull, all as stark contrast to some SIMMERING FEELINGS you've had boiling away under the surface for one MAJOR VANTAS. You're not entirely sure when, but at some point over one of those MANY CHESS GAMES the two of you have played since he came back from the future, you've fallen for the Alternian.

You're going to have a long talk with Karkat when you get this snake out of your head. That much you're promising yourself right now.


 

After about another half hour of 'negotiations' that were really just more blatant stalling tactics, Ba'al finally realized there was no visible generator for the gravity trick and that he was being PLAYED.

He was about to call for his Jaffa to attack and kill SG-1 when a servant came rushing over to inform him that a HATAK had appeared in orbit, and was charging weapons.

Who? Ba'al asked. Who could dare to attack him NOW? Was it something of a Tau'ri trick??

But no, even SG-1 seemed caught off guard by this sudden announcement. Especially when a HOLOGRAM of ANUBIS appeared before them all and began GLOATING.

Ba'al's Gravity Technology was to become HIS.

And thus, for the first of many times to come, Ba'al and SG-1 found themselves allies of circumstance, and promptly agreed to not kill each other for as long as it took to get to the Stargate and escape to their respectively preferred worlds.

It wouldn't be for another two hours later that Ba'al realized that his favored lo'taur, Shallan, didn't make it to his next safe house.

He mourned her loss, never once realizing that she had left the planet by Stargate a good five minutes before SG-1 or himself made it to the Stargate.


 

Your name is JOLINAR, and as you watch Davis Strider almost-kiss the woman this whole rescue mission had been about to transfer Kanan over to her, you reflect over O'neill's biology, and find, yes, he's just about completely healed up. It seems he ended up being just a bit more worse off than Strider had been.

'Either that, or Kanan's absolutely burning desire to rescue his gal pal here pushed him to heal Strider faster so he could 'blend' with her sooner,' O'neill gripes, evidently having picked up on your thoughts.

You pick up a faint trace of mixed emotions- eagerness and reluctance to trade you back over to Sam. Eagerness at the kiss, reluctance at the same because he's afraid he's going to enjoy it way too much.

You sigh, and figure it's not worth prodding O'neill over securing his surface thoughts again. Honestly, you think he's doing it for the most part just to mess with you.

But either way, does it really matter?

Soon, you'll be back with Sam and everything will be alright.

One Strider has recovered, he scampers off with a declaration that he's going to find Major Vantas and tell him something important. What that could be, you have no real idea.

...Okay, you have SOME idea, but you're not going to say anything to anyone just incase you're wrong.

'Well, you're wrong about me and Sam, Jols,' O'neill counters.

No, you're not wrong about THAT. You do the mental equivalent of blowing a raspberry. O'neill counters right back with an actual eye roll.

You think you might miss this.


 

Your name is Samantha Carter, and after Doctor Fraiser gave O'neill the clean bill of health, it was cleared to let Jolinar transfer back over to you. "Fortunately" to be allowed at your own discretion in private whenever you were ready. (You swear, Janet was smirking when she said that.)

You hadn't thought much of that kiss to transfer her over the first time. You'd just done it. Jolinar could help him, and so you did it quick and professionally and now there was....

Ugh.

Stop it with the unprofessional thoughts. The more you dwell the more you're going to get flustered and the more likely this is going to go wrong and- and- Urgh. Better to just get it over with, you decide. Pull the Colonel into the privacy of your lab, and close the door until it was done-- Wait. No, that sounds wrong somehow.

UGH.

In the end, you confront O'neill in his own office as he's writing up the report for the mission you were just on.

It's not even barely a kiss. It's more like mouth to mouth. Right??

...Your mind refuses to let that particular phrasing go.

You're honestly stressed out about it to the point it has to be showing on your face.

"Carter, do you not want to do this right now?" He asks, sounding about just as nervous as you feel. Then he winces and mutters, "Stop laughing, Jols. It's not that funny."

Well, at least there's that going for you.

You shove all of that aside, and just say, "Sir, if we don't get this over with now, we're just going to keep postponing it and postponing it. So. Let's just get it over with. Rip the bandaid off, as it were."

"Alright," he says, and there's no talk of making it 'memorably' like you were expecting. Somehow you've got this image of him just swooping you off your feet and planting one on you in the middle of the Control Room and you'd LOVE to avoid that if at all possible.

Except, that did happen once, didn't it? In the Time Loops?

No! No! Stop thinking about it, Carter! Just Stop! Stop thinking about his lips mashing against yours and oh god he's already kissing you and-

A brief slice of pain at the back of your throat happens, and a moment later you feel Jolinar's familiar presence re-establish itself in the back of your mind.

[Hello, Sam,] she says, sounding entirely way too happy and feeling incredibly smug as the kiss breaks. [I'm back!]

You and the Colonel both spit up blood for a few seconds before managing to get your mouths feeling back to normal enough to talk.

"Everything good, Carter?" O'neill asks.

"Yeah," you nod. "Everything's good."

Somehow, with the way Jolinar laughs at your comment, you get the feeling that no, everything will NOT be good.

Oh. God. Why did any of this have to happen??

Your name is Samantha Carter and you feel like you want to forget that all of this even happened--

[Not going to happen, Sam,] Jolinar giggles. GIGGLES. Good god, O'neill was a bad influence on her, wasn't he?? [Or maybe it was the other way around, hm?]

--You decide not to dignify that with a response.

Chapter Text

EARTH DATE: MAY 8TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/08/0002.

227 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is ARGO LALONDE, and you're startled out of your early morning breakfast snackage by the the sound of a large SPLOOSH of mud from outside, followed by shrieking and a startled yelp.

You quickly get up and head outside and see the distracting sight of a Jade quickly stripping her clothes off. Not that it's normally distracting, mind you. You and John have both kind of gotten used to it give the whole WEREWOLF TRANSFORMATION THING going on with her. What IS distracting is that she's covered in wet mud all over.

"What the hell happened?" You ask Jade, glancing over at John as he hurriedly gives an apologetic smile while quickly answering a radio call.

"I was practicing with my powers but it rained last night so the ground was all muddy, and, um..." Jade admits as she tosses her mud soaked shirt onto a nearby rock. "Then John got a call on the radio, and the sound of it beeping distracted me and I dropped a giant ball of mud mud on me... So, um... Bath time for me, I guess?"

"Yeah, I'll say," you give Jade a once over. Yeah, that looks like a lot of mud. "How much mud were you lifting, exactly??"

"Well, I was trying to see how much of a limit I've got since I've been shifting regularly, so, um..." Jade giggles nervously. "As much as I could?"

Well, that's certainly a lot.

"Guys," John says suddenly, "I gotta get going. They detected a large moon rock storm that fell out of the shields and into Alternia's gravity well heading towards the Base and they need me to put a wind shield up to deflect it."

"Go," Jade says. "I'll get cleaned up. Good luck!"

"Yeah, good luck, John," you say.

"Alright. Thanks," John says, and with that, takes off running down the road away from Joey and Mierfa's Hive, and into town.

As you watch him go you feel a faint sort of... some kind of emotion running through your heart.

Then, you hear Jade making a grossed out sound as she peels off some other mud soaked piece of clothing, and you get a completely IDENTICAL feeling running through it just the same, only tinted with twinges of 'oh god that is a lot of mud to get rid of' as an extra garnish of flavoring.

"Alright, Jade," you say, turning around to face her, and making sure not to look anywhere but her eyes. "Let's get you into the bath."


 

> [S] Dammek: Engage Reckless Plan.

If there was one thing Dammek hated more than anything in the entire universe right now, it was PARTY CRASHERS.

Of all the stupid idiotic things to ever exist, it's that concept alone. Sure, you've done it... on occasion. And if it's a heroic rescue, sure, it's appreciated. But...
Seriously, of all the things.

"Dodge! Dodge!" Dammek ordered as he tried to keep this running hit and run battle from turning into another extended conflict.

Stupid clowns. Stupid carapacians working with the clowns.

[0:16]

The Sovereign Slayer twisted and turned through the tumultuous, storm covered atmosphere of some random moon in orbit of some random ass planet whose designations really WERE NOT IMPORTANT AT ALL IN THIS MOMENT!

The three Carapacian Ships- two Derse Purple one Prospit Gold- and a single Alternian styled Reaver Ship fired after the Soverign Slayer with a tireless salvo that filled the skies over this moon with so much fire it could be seen to be glowing from the surface area that wasn't hidden away behind the thick fog layers covering the planet.

The Sovereign Slayer ducked and weaved into the atmospheric disturbances in an attempt to evade, but that just made them a target for the LIGHTNING striking out against their shields.

[0:48]

"Callie! How long til you've got those Anti Gravity Shields working again!?" Dammek asks over the Slayer's internal radio.

"Just give me a minute!" Callie answers from the engine room. "The ZPM is giving us some trouble!"

"Well make it stop giving us trouble or we're going to--!" Dammek protests just as-

[1:05]

They were then clipped by both a bolt of lightning and what might as well have been an EMP blast from the trailing ships, and all of the ship's systems went offline save for internal radio.

"CALLIE!" Dammek roars as the Slayer plummets and the gravitational pull of the moon drags them down faster and faster and faster. "Get us power and shields back ASAP OR WE'RE GONNA CRASH!!"

"WORKING ON IT!" His Moirail roars right back at him from the engine room- quickly trying to force a system reboot and finding the main generator refusing to budge.

Well, if it was going to be like that then she would just have to-

"Jumpstart!" She exclaims, and then starts quickly working on a bypass to send the ZPM's power into the rest of the ship- both to get everything else online, but to ALSO get the gravity shields back on!

[1:36]

A wire went here, a bypass conduit goes there, a wrench bridges two parts of a burnt out fuse circuit-

"AHHA!"

Connect this section to that section and jury rig a conduit to this part of that main line and then go kick the box containing the ZPM frame and-

[1:52]

VROOOOOOOO!

And then the ZPM pulsed with energy as power quickly began to be restored across the ship and the main power generator slowly spun back online.

"PULL UP!" Dammek ordered the pilots once basic power came back online.

[1:57]

Emergency Maneuvering thrusters fired off from the belly of the Slayer, starting to level it out from its steep dive and slowly arresting its movements.

[2:03]

And then the ZPM pushed power into the Anti Gravity Shield Generators and the Slayer began to level out faster- but momentum was still carrying it too far forwards far too quickly.

And worst of all- the stupid Carapacians were still firing after them.

[2:13]

"How long until we hit bottom or pull up?" Dammek asks of the bridge's pilots.

"Too close to tell!" is his reply. "The cloud cover's too thick!"

Dammek takes a moment to consider it, then orders ship wide: "All Hands; Prep for Rocket Transformation!" Then to the bridge, "Take us in! Use the momentum we have to slingshot us off of the ground the moment we get too close!"

"WHAT!?" He gets as a reply.

"Just do it!" Dammek orders.

"Yes, Sir!!"

[2:23]

And then the main engines kick online and the Slayer adjusts its course- diving down towards the fog layer covering most of the moon's surface. Seemingly in a mad dash to scrap itself against the surface.

Onboard the one Alternian styled Reaver ship, Tagora Gorjek could only laugh and order his ships to follow them in, but to not follow beneath the fog layer.

[2:46]

And then the Slayer plunges beneath the fog layer, and the pursuing ships pull up, and they wait for the telltale signs of an explosion.

...And then there were several flashes of light from beneath the surface and the sound of several large rocks breaking very rapidly.

Tagora laughs from whithin his suit, "Run a scan for the bottom of the ground. I need to find where the wreckage is. I need to see them scuttled against the ground!"

[3:07]

And then the Soverign Slayer exploded from the Cloud Layer a moment later- from directly behind them like a magnificent whale launching itself out of the water, where it then splits apart and all the smaller pieces fly around the main body as it shifts around to become something humanoid shaped.

Rocket boosters attach as feet as the wings slide back and complete the rectangular shape of the legs. A small fist forms out of half of some bridge like piece, and goes to the left arm, while the whole front neck and head of the ship becomes the right arm. Then- a small pod like shuttle attaches as the head- with a front plate flipping up to reveal the face.

"ROCKET TRANSFORMATION! SOVEREIGN MEGAZORD!" Dammek's voice roars out across the moon's surface as the robot completes its transformation.

[3:29]

Tagora could only stare upwards in awe and horror- "They- they really just did that?" -even as the Sovereign Megazord aims its arm cannon straight down at them- "Did they seriously just do that!?" -with the mouth of the head opening wide and preparing to fire a massive purple beam of FUCK OFF. Then, he has the piece of mind to yell- "DON"T JUST SIT THERE: DODGE IT!!!"

Within the transformed bridge of the Slayer, Dammek and the ship's pilots stand at the ready.

"Attero Cannon Charging!" One of the pilots calls out. "Preparing to fire in... THREE! TWO!"


[3:54]

Dammek roars- "FIRE!"

ZYUUUUUU-OOOOOOOON!!!!

And then the Attero Cannon launches off a massive burst of purple energy at the golden Prospit ship- striking it and exploding it instantly before dragging the laser beam off to the side and smashing into the next Dersite ship in view- managing to blast it to pieces as well but moments later.

And as Tagora watches the beam chase after the third and final Carapacian ship, he orders his ship to accelerate upwards into the upper atmosphere. To get as far away from that monstrosity as quickly as possible.

[4:16]

The cannon ceases firing after the third ship- for recharging, and Dammek frowns and glares up at the retreating form of the Reaver ship.

"Sir! Incoming radio transmission!" One of the other pilots reports. "It's... It's from the Astro Megaship!"

And then Dammek's frowning glare turns into a smirk of 'you stupid idiot.' "Don't bother chasing after them, then," he says. "Tell them we've got a straggler heading up to greet them."

[4:38]

As Tagora's reaver ship finally exits the moon's atmosphere and starts to make for a break into hyperspace, the poor Vader-wannabe could only watch in horror and dismay as the ASTRO MEGASHIP suddenly exits hyperspace directly infront of them- all cannons aimed and ready to fire at them.

"Incoming transmission!" Someone reports as a visual of Joey Claire appears on the view screen in Tagora's ship.

"Hello, Tagora Gorjek," Joey glares at him. "What a delight to see you! For the first time. After all, the last time we could have met, we didn't. Because you burned down in a burst of green fire. It was a pretty, pretty sight. Hey, wait a second- shouldn't you be dead??"

Tagora just ROARED in defiance of that fact- "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU EVEN ARE!!!"

"Well, let me introduce myself then," Joey says, drawing out her laser cutter and igniting the blue colored blade. "I'M THE GIRL WHO'S GONNA KNOCK YOUR LIGHTS OUT!!"


 

You're once again Argo Lalonde, and you try not to focus on anything but getting the mud out of Jade's hair. Not the subtle curve of muscles beneath skin or even how Jade's friggin' TAIL keeps thwapping against the side of your thighs.

God damn it, you'd both used to pretend to be a cat and dog as kids growing up but you never once imagined that you'd have to deal with this.

Eventually, though, you come to realize that you've gotten rid of all of the mud in Jade's hair.

Well, good. Okay. Time to end this bath/shower time and go lock yourself in a room as you try not to panic over the fact that you--

"Is that everything?" Jade's question snaps you out of your panic, and you grunt an affirmative. "Thanks again, Argo. I wish I could pay you back somehow."

"Could help me clean between my feathers," your mouth suggests before your brain catches up to it.

OH.

OH GOD NO WHY DID YOU-

"Sure," she chirps, and then she's standing up and-- oh, thank you Jade, for walking behind your back. "Scoot forwards a bit?"

Thankfully, your body moves of its own accord while your brain tries not to short circuit.

And then you feel Jade's fingers all up in your wings and NNNG. That feels good. That feels really good. Damn it, when's the last time you had someone else cleaning gunk out from between your feathers??

The mental image jumps to mind immediately. It was just a few days before you'd gotten sick and had to have Jolinar put in you to save your life. Jade and John and you and Rose at Jack's cabin for a weekend and- and Rose was out swimming and Jade and John were prying mud out from between your feathers.

The both of them.

Simultaneously.

One wing each.

Oh god even back then you-

Your heart skips a beat as Jade hums the same simple idle melody you remember her humming back when you were kids, focusing on one spot on your right wing that's felt a little irritated for a few weeks and- YOINK! "OW!" you yelp. "What was that!?"

"Bark," Jade says, leaning forwards enough that you feel her pressing against your back to hold a small piece of wood infront of your face.

You blink at the offending object for a few moments, then start laughing.

It's a piece of tree bark- How the hell did that get there? You mean, you can sort of come up with a rough idea based on when your wing started getting itchy but-

"How the hell did that get there?" you ask between laughs and giggles.

"No idea," Jade hums, and then floats the piece of tree bark away with a tiny burst of light green energy.

A second later, you hear a DING of something solid colliding with a trash bin's side.

And then Jade's right back to messing with your wings again and NNNGGGGGHHH.... It's not fair she hasn't had time to practice this how is she still so gooood????

You should consider yourself fortunate that John isn't around to add to this mess otherwise you think you might just burst from all the blood rushing to your face.


 

> [S] Joey: Jettison Debris.

Your name is Joey Claire and you take a deep breath before activating the recently designed custom "BIGGER ON THE INSIDE" space suit helmet's deployment mechanism. A tiny little sylladex card and fetch modus hidden within the neck of your space suit. So much easier to put on given your HORNS than would be otherwise feasible.

Space suit helmets for Alternians traditionally just were custom made every time to fit the wearer's horns. Impractical without an Empire's monetary backing, so while Jude was here on "vacation," one of the things he'd been doing was designing a way to make a one size fits all helmet for trolls.

And wouldn't you know it, you get to try the first 'production run' version of the helmet.

You don't think Jude intended you to test it out like this, though.

[0:07]

"I'm ready," your radio as you close your eyes. A moment later, the airlock doors burst open around you, and you're bodily ejected clean out of the Astro Megaship and hurtling you straight towards Tagora's Clown Car of a Space Cruiser. You had them eject a bunch of other shit out of the airlocks too, just to provide cover. Random stuff like emptied boxes meant for the recycle or trash heaps...

Or things that glow brightly like wings or not-actually lightsabers.

PEW! PEW! You hear the sounds only in your head as bursts of blue light shoot off from a certain point atop the enemy ship, striking out at those glowing points of light.

And thus, despite the pitch black suit against the purple paint of his ship, you can already see Tagora standing on the front bow like the shittly little Vader Wanna-be he is. No- more like the shitty Scratch-wanna-be he is!! Who does he think he is just standing on the bow of his ship, holding a laser sword and shooting at a bunch of glowing trash!?

You're gonna fucking wreck his shit!!!

You streamline your body and let momentum and gravity carry you forwards faster and faster towards that ship that's interposed itself between a moon and the Astro Megaship.

Closer, and closer and closer and closer and closer.

The shots stop coming for a moment....

[0:41]

And then finally, he seems to spot you and starts firing off in your direction. PEW PEW! Bursts of blue energy come shooting your way.

No sense avoiding it now- You ignite your laser cutter and extend your wings and start blocking the blasts as you throw yourself forwards faster.

You deflect Tagora's energy blasts right back at him and start dodging from side to side, serpentine in motion to try and make it harder for him to get a lock on you.

Or at least, it would if it were manual firing. He must have some kind of inbuilt targeting system. He's doing a decent job of keeping up with your horizontal swerving. Time to add some vertical.

[1:00]

That he seems to have a bit more trouble predicting. Left, right, up, down- what way are you going to go? Hehehe. You're just sort of rolling with it in the moment.

Dodge- dodge- roll- slash slash- block- dodge- roll- ascend- descend-!!

[1:24]

And then you overshoot Tagora and have to quickly shut off your laser cutter before you tumble to a halt on the outer surface of his ship.

Ow.

Tagora starts stomping his way over to you- his suit's boots magnetically clamping each time he moves to keep him from flying off.

Who needs magnets when you have WINGS? You quickly right yourself to your feet, and start taking off for a run to the side as you reignite your laser cutter.

Tagora shoots at you with his arm cannon, but you deflect the shots as best as you can.

You get lucky and one of the shots rebounds and smacks dead center into Tagora's chest armor... but it doesn't do anything. It just sort of disperses across the armor harmlessly.

How cheaty!!

[1:39]

"I don't know who you are, rebel scum!" Tagora yells over a broadwave as he starts stomping after you faster. Still- you're a lot faster than he is with your wings. "But you are going to REGRET interfering with the Lady Echidnha's business!!"

"Didn't we kill her too!?" You yell back at him.

"Only a fool can think the hard vacuum of space can end a GOD!" Tagora yells back.

Oh. EW. He's one of THOSE idiots.

[1:52]

"Well we'll just have to see how YOU like it then!" You yell, and then change course to charge directly at him.

"Wait- what!?" Tagora then starts shooting at you again, trying to take you out before you can reach him.

You just knock his attacks right back at him- some of them hit and absorb just like before but- wait! It's taking longer each time! It's can only take so much at a time!!

You leap with a roar as you swing at that stupid left arm of his--

[2:08]

Tagora yells as his stupid little left arm goes flying off into the void. You skid to a halt a bit behind him, and pause both to catch your breath AND to watch what the Vader wanna-be does.

He just screams in pain for a few moments, all aimlessly, before he finally turns his rage towards you.

"You--!! You Bitch!!" He yells out. "How did you-- HOW DARE YOU!?" He looks like he wants to hold at the cauterized wound with his right hand, but doing so would force him to drop his own laser cutter. "THAT WAS MY FAVORITE HAND!!"

"It's not like you were going to be getting much use out if it anyways," you say, "stuck inside that suit like you are!"

That just makes him rage more. "NAME! GIVE ME YOUR NAME!!!"

"It's Joey Claire," you say, swooshing you saber to the side as if to flick off the blood that would have been on it if it were made of metal. "Hero Extraordinaire. At your service, Oh Dark Lord of the Dorks!"

"GRRRAAAAH!" Tagora yells. "JOEY CLAIRE! YOU WILL PAY FOR CUTTING OFF MY ARM!!!"

"I'd like to see you try!" You yell back at him.

He lunges at you, not even bothering with proper sword form. You block and deflect every single attack away from you with speed- and quickly get in two more quick hits, severing off the stupidly exposed horns of his that were poking out from the top of his helmet.

That just enrages him a bit more.

[2:33]

He swings harder and faster and tries to hit you harder and harder.

You get in a few more hits- but see that his armor has recovered its energy absorption just by a bit and your blade bounces off. Time to over load it again, you guess, and quickly jump away and start running along the deck of the ship to try and find a power conduit.

"GET BACK HERE!!!" he yells, chasing after you with stomping feet.

"Like hell I'm gonna do that!" you laugh. "I'm having way too much fun!"

And then you make his job a little bit harder by stabbing your cutter's blade into the hull of the ship and drag it along after you as you run- sending sparks flying behind you in his direction.

"GRAAAAHHH!"

You've just got to find a power conduit- let's see now, if this is like the All Your Base, or the other standard Alternian Cruisers...

[3:05]

Wait- there! That's a laser cannon! Power Conduit straight ahead!

You divert course and run towards it as fast as you can- using your wings to gain extra speed. Tagora struggles to keep pace. So you guess he deactivates his magnetic boots and starts running faster, because his thumping feet become faster and a bit more muted.

[3:18]

You cut off a padlock and pry open a power conduit maintenance panel, and then rip out a wire and throw it straight at Tagora before he can realize just too late that he's put too much forwards momentum into his actions and he can't come to a stop fast enough.

[3:32]

The live wire smashes into his armor and it runs only the ship's engineering crew knows how many volts through his armor.

"That's gonna void the warranty," you mutter as you watch the troll scream as the electricity finally overrides the absorption armor and starts pumping into him.

Tagora finally manages to free himself from the wire, but it's far too late for him now.

You leap forwards, laser cutter held at position at your waist, deactivated, only to be flicked back on as you swing outwards and upwards and remove Tagora of his sword arm and his head in one powerful blow from his right hip to his left shoulder.

You can only imagine the look on his face as his upper half drifts away from his lower half and begins tumbling away into space.

You have a hard time believing that his suit could keep him alive after THAT.


 

Your name is JOHN SHEPPARD and after a long day keeping a giant WIND DOME active over the all your base, you return to... home? Well, it's Joey's Hive, but still.. Home-ish. For now. Right?

But actually, walking into the front room and seeing Argo and Jade sitting at the couch playing a rather tense game of GO FISH... yes. You return HOME. Because home is where the heart is, and right now, you don't care where you're living as long as you've got the GIRLS in your life. Hell, you could be stranded in a whole other alien galaxy full of... you don't know, Vampires? And as long as you had Jade and Argo and Rose with you, you'd be just fine.

Of course, Rose has her own thing going on now. She's been staying wtih Kanaya while here on Diaspora. You can only imagine the kind of shenanigans they're up to alone over there. Except, not. You're not going to imagine anything because A: she's your sister. And B: why imagine when you can just sneak a swipe at that journal the three of you have been sharing and see what's been going on?

Speaking of, you wonder if Argo wants in on that journal action or not. You'll have to ask if Jade and Rose haven't already.

You sit down between the two of them as they smile and greet you, and you ask to get dealed in.

Go Fish isn't the most exciting of games, but it's simple enough to not need too much attention when you're discussing random topics and what not.

As you sit there playing the game, you notice Argo seems a bit flustered over something. You'd ask but you get the feeling she'd probably pretend you were imagining things. Jade seems to either be aware of whatever it is, or is caught up with her own thoughts whirling around in her head, going by the look of mild frustration on her face that's definitely not related to the card game. (She's winning by hearts. Literally, given card suites.)

You can't blame her for being distracted with her own thoughts and problems, though. It's been a rough couple of months since Doctor Jackson Ascended.

Your thoughts get paused as it comes to be your turn.

As it would turn out, nobody had the card number you called for, so you draw a card. You fumble the card, though, because it's slippery for some reason on the corner you grabbed it by, and it lands face up.

It's the THREE OF HEARTS, and the SLIPPERY PART is where SOMEONE has left a MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE written on the corner of the card in RED MARKER. You say SOMEONE as if it's a mystery, but really it's quite obvious who the culprit is given the TYPING QUIRK used. Picking it up as you did smudged part of the message, though.

"JUST PL4Y" something smudged starting with an 'S' "POK3R 4LR34DY."

You groan out an annoyed "Terezi!!" that Jade and Agro agree with.

That particular card is quickly and quietly thrown out the nearest window and launched out into the distant horizon by a burst of wind.

None of you are particularly inclined to play any kind of card game after that.


 

EARTH DATE: MAY 10TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/10/0002.

225 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"Knock Knock. May I come in?"

Your name is Callie Ohphee and you look up from the middle of you examination of the BISECTED SUIT OF ARMOR to see Cassandra Fraiser standing at the door way. "Oh, hello, Cassie, sure, sure, come in," You say, waving her in. "How goes it?"

"Well, we'll be returning Penny through the gate to the future tonight," she says as she enters the room. "I'm just... I'm worried we're not sending her back to the right time."

"We've triple checked the math like the Note Joey left herself said to," you say, "Penny Departed from Solar Flare G6-T1179, it's the only one in the future that connects back to exactly when she arrived according to the Database. Tonight's flare will return her to just a few hours after that flare happened."

"I know, I know," Cassie closes her eyes. "I just... I'm worried, alright? I've only known she exists for a few days and now I'm just so worried. And it's not- like, it's not like a vibe worry. I'm not getting anything bad vibe wise with sending her back through the gate, but I- I'm just really, really worried something's going to go wrong."

"Don't be," You say. "I know you're used to feeling the future and knowing that something's going wrong or going right, but for the rest of us? Worry like that is only natural, be it for a friend, a quadrant mate, or your own child."

"I know that," Cassie says, "but..." She fidgets with the sleeve of her jacket. "I'm still worried."

"I can run another math check, just in case," You say, smiling.

"Thanks, Callie," she smiles back. "I'd appreciate it."


 

"So... going by what we were able to recover from the database on Tagora's ship," Mallek begins his report, "the life support suit was a prototype run for something Anubis seems to be planning on outfitting his troops with."

"Damn it," Your name is Okurii Leijon, and that was exactly what you DID NOT want to hear. "We'll have to radio the SGC."

"Actually," Mallek says. "I'd rather we not broadcast this through the gate as a radio wave. Let's send someone else through the Gate to deliver it in person."
Hrm. "That's not a bad idea," you say. "And I think I know who to send to do it. Prepare files on a flash drive for physical transfer. Have it done by the time I get back," you say.

"Aye aye, Ma'am," Mallek nods, and heads off to do just that.

You turn to Zebede, and order him to Dial Diaspora. As he starts on that, you head down to the Gate itself, standing well clear of the unstable vortex warning lines on the floor and wait for the dialing to finish.

As you're waiting, Joey, Jude, Penny, and Cassandra come up from the hallway. Jude and Cassie are both holding Penny's hands, as she stands between them. It's adorable.

"Going our Way?" Joey asks, thumbing at the dialing Gate.

"Sorry, I've got to make a visit to Diaspora," you say, shaking your head. "Argo requested some field work yesterday, and I didn't have anything for her then, but I've got a job for her now. A brief courier job to Earth, if that's alright?" You ask, eyeing Cassandra.

She nods, "Should be fine, I don't think she'll run into trouble as long as she keeps her head down and comes back within a week."

"Good," you say as the gate goes WAA WAA, KAWOOOOSH!

Penny squeals upon seeing it, utterly delighted by the wave of not-quite-water.

You kneel down, and smile at her, "Now, you be good for your parents when you get back, alright, Penny?"

She nods eagerly. "Will do, Aunt Kurii!"

You reach out and ruffle her hair just so slightly, then say, "Glad to hear it. I'll be seeing you soon, alright?"

"Kay!" She nods.

With that, you get up, smile at Jude and Cassandra. It's a sort of sad smile, knowing what they're giving up for the short term. Hopefully, though... they won't have to wait too much longer. You look to Joey, and she nods at you. "I'll see you three when you get back," you say, then turn and head for the Gate.

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EARTH DATE: MAY 13TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/13/0002.

222 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is JONAS QUINN, and you're... you're honestly not quite sure what to make of recent events.

It's been such an Earth Roller Coaster of events.

First Kelwona's government sends ambassadors to talk to Earth to try to re-establish trade relations because the TIRANIANS and the ANDARI FEDERATION have signed some kind of non agression pact. Then your former teacher, DOCTOR KIERAN, tells you there's some sort of ongoing rebellion or resistance primed to take out the leaderships of all three countries and that he wanted your help to get things working...

Then, he fell from a building seemingly while trying to contact the "Resistance" and...

Well, Doctor Fraiser found out that he was suffering from SCHIZOPHRENIA due to his exposure to radioactive, inadequately shielded Naquadria.

There was no resistance or rebellion or anything of the sort.

What real Naquadria Kieran had smuggled away for them he'd just hidden away on his own and shoved it in a crate in a warehouse near where he'd fallen. Needless to say, with over three-hundred pounds of the stuff in excess, your people weren't going to miss it to begin with, and so, SG-1 had taken it back with them to Earth.

Your professor was insane from his research, and he wasn't the only one. Other researchers had fallen ill before then, and...

And Fraiser had given you a clean bill of health. You'd avoided enough exposure to remain healthy.  

Contact with Kelwona fell through shortly there after, and you're left fearing the worst.

Your only solution to this problem is to find something to eat in the Cafeteria.

...It seems today is Teal'c's MEDITATIVE DOUGH KNEADING DAY, because he's there behind one of the counters punching at a very large mound of bread dough. Not only is he there, though, but surprisingly, so is one ARGO LALONDE, and they're both talking about something or other personal. You try not to eaves drop, and instead try to figure out at what time during the last day or so Argo would have had time to drop in. Were there any unscheduled off world gate activations today? To be honest, you sort of failed at paying any attention because Kieran was being transferred to an Earth facility to try and keep his problems from getting worse.

...You utterly fail at not eavesdropping because Argo is complaining rather loudly.

"And I just- I can't figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do, Teal'c!" She's just about yelling.

"Romance is a complex subject even at the most simplest of times, Argo Lalonde," Teal'c says, calmly. "Doubly so goes for when the people you are considering as your partners are people you have known for some time."

"I know! But- still!" Argo sighs, and then pounds at the bread dough she's got in front of her. "I just wish I knew what to do!"

"I would inquire of them if they feel similarly towards you or anyone else," Teal'c says. "That way there will be no doubt in anyone's minds how they feel."

"...I guess that's really all I can do for now," Argo says. "Thanks, Teal'c."

"It is my pleasure to help, Argo Lalonde," Teal'c says with a nod. "My only regret is that we did not get a chance to talk sooner."

"Mrrh," Argo's ears flex. "It's fine. I know you guys were busy with Jonas' people. How did that go, by the way?"

"Not well," Teal'c summarizes.

Yeah, that's about the gist of it, isn't it?

You plaster on a neutral smile and head over to Dirk Strider to order lunch and try to tune out everything else.


 

"And these Armor Prototypes are definitely something Anubis is working on as well?" Your name is George Hammond and you frown as you ask this perplexing question.

"Definitely," Major Carter nods. "According to the data Joey's team recovered from Tagora's ship, Anubis is working on his own variant of the armor."

"Can we find a work around to its absorption powers like miss Claire did?" you ask.

"A small crystal attachment similar to the miniature ZPMs the Clowns were experimenting with may be able to empower a weapon with additional stopping power," she answers. "But..." She pauses, then Jolinar speaks.

"We'd have to encounter one of these new warriors in the field first," Jolinar says, "see what's different from the Alternian Version, build our prototypes off of those results. Other than that, finding a way to overload the armor's power absorption should be easy enough."

"I see," you nod. "Let's hope our Tok'ra contact within Anubis' ranks has some information on that front when he decides to make contact."

"Agreed," Jolinar nods.


 

EARTH DATE: MAY 14TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/14/0002.

221 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Cassandra Fraiser, and you stare at Argo as she steps out of the Stargate returning from Earth.

"What. Did. You. Do."

"Uh..." Argo blinks at you. "Sorry?"

"What did you do!?" You ask her, a bit more concisely. "There was a- a Burp in the flow of events! Somehow- SOMEHOW!- you managed to pull off the second worst outcome from staying on Earth for Over a week IN LESS THAN A WEEK!!?" You throw your hands out into the air in a very concise way of saying 'Please explain!'

And so she does.


 

EARTH DATE: MAY 13TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/13/0002.

222 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is ARGO LALONDE and you were cleared to leave the base for GROCERY SHOPPING, so as to bring stuff back to Diaspora for John, Jade, Rose, Cassie, and Jude. Simple things like SNACK BOXES and CEREAL.

Things that will keep long on an alien planet and not need refrigeration.

You have fond and not-so-fond memories of this particular market. One of the not so fond ones involves your dad and Cassie being BEAMED AWAY by Thor.

Alas, as you debeate whether or not to get one box of TRIX CEREAL or two, your keen cat eyes catch the outline of some girl walking along side you.

"Hey!" And before you can debate whether or not she's just a shopper or here to stir up trouble, she's greeting you. "You're Lalonde, right? Argo? Rose's sister?"

"If I am?" You ask, trying not to look at her.

"Then I've got a few questions to ask you, about that Military Project in the mountain you work for," she says, extending a hand into your range of view. "Name's.... Well, just call me 'Jami Donovan' for now."

"Obvious Alias is Obvious, but alright," you say, turning to face her. With her fancy CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRL'S UNIFORM that's clearly been modified for OUT OF SCHOOL USAGE, this "Donovan" girl doesn't look the part of a "Jami" or "Jamey" or "Jamyi" or any kind of alternate spelling of the kind.

Hell, she looks more like an EMMA or a MADISON before she'd be a JAMI, but whatever, it doesn't matter.

"What do you want?" You ask.

"See, I'm curious," 'Donovan' says, "Ma always told me to be curious about things that don't add up. So here's the deal." She smiles, and raises one finger, "Not too long I was in a store just like this and I saw some... things."

"Things?" Uhoh.

"You know," 'Donovan' smiles, "a classmate of mine, ol' Cassie Fraiser, approaching a man who I believe you yourself are related to? Major Davis Strider?"

...Uhoh intensifying.

"And?" you ask. "People walking up to other people isn't uncommon if their families have a working relationship."

"Well, see, she was trying to warn him about something and then POOF. They just vanish into a burst of light," 'Donovan' says. "Not too long after that, Jude Harley goes missing, and they're not seen until just shortly before you, John, Jade, and Rose first start appearing around town."

...Craaap.

"And see," she continues on, "I'm very much aware of the fact that there's a very, VERY odd connection between you and some tykes I've seen around town too."

Crap in a hat. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you don't know?" Donovan teases. "See, I find that hard to believe considering you, Argo Nepeta Lalonde, are known to live with Davis Strider, who happens to have a daughter, Nepeta Argo Strider, who looks a LOT like you. Neon Green Dyed Hair, Startling Orange Eyes."

Crap in a Fucking Hat!!

"Then there's the fact that Jade Jackson," Donovan leans in closer, "looks a LOT like one Jade Harley, adopted sister of Jude Harley, adopted daughter of JAKE Harley who, wouldn't you know it, before his demise, was funding the escapades of one DIRK Strider, brother to one Davis Strider. Oh, and Jake Harley also used to employ ROXY LALONDE, now EGBERT, because she married the SON of JANE EGBERT, Jake's ESTRANGED SISTER!! And wouldn't you know it? They happen to have two kids of their own, JOHN and ROSE EGBERT."

FUCKING SNOW CRABS IN A FUCKING HAT!!!!

"What. Do. You. WANT. Donovan??" you grit out through clenched teeth and clenched fists, trying not to growl or do anything that would blow your cover.

"What do I want?" Donovan smirks. "I want to know if you're all military clones with experimental powers meant to be soldiers in a new world war."

...Wait, what?

"Wait," you look at her, absolutely confounded and lost. "What?"

"Oh come on, don't act so surprised!" She laughs. LAUGHS. As if she's figured some grand mystery out. "I've got you all by the toes, 'Project Heir!'"

Huh? How the hell did she pick up on THAT name??

"Aaha!" She grins. "I knew you'd recognize that!"

...The fuck are you supposed to do here?

'When in doubt,' the memory of Jolinar once telling you about something outlandish O'neill once did in a similar situation regarding a RATHER SURPRISING REPORTER, 'Roll with it and do something outlandish.'

"Alright, fine," you relent. "You've got us. We're all part of Project Heir-"

"I KNEW IT!" Donovan squeals. Oh God. You'd better put an end to this.

"-But we're not clones."

"...What?"

"We're not clones," you say. "Hell, we're not even human." That part is objectively true. You close your eyes, feel out those old nerves that Jolinar left modified for you to use in case you ever needed this, and... You make your eyes FLASH, not just with the standard Goa'uld flare, but also with your own bio-luminescence.

Donovan is suitably freaked out by your glowy light show.

"We're the vanguard of an Alien Invasion," you say, manifesting the faintest traces of a voice echo. "Feel free to go ahead and scream your head off as you run out the door."


 

"...Okay," you say, "perfectly reasonable way of trolling someone."

Argo starts to open her mouth.

"But its still doesn't explain what made that- that disaster burp!!" You point out.

Argo, frowns, mulls it over, then goes, "Ah."


 

Donovan, though freaked out, manages to "calm" herself enough to give out a shaky "Haha... ha... I... I see. I thank you for answering that! But now I have one other question, insignificant as it may be..."

"...Oh?" You don't like where this is going. You make your hair start to glow to add to the uneasiness of it all.

"See, I- ah-" Donovan's sticking to it, you'll give her credit. You wonder what could actually push her over the edge at this point. But, you've got no idea what she's after at this point so- "Well, at this point I'm already probably dead so what does it matter if I ask this or not. Is the reason Jade flooded the school because Pete was trying to get between her and John's secret relationship??"

Your name is Argo Lalonde and-

Something Just Snaps.


 

"What. Did. You. Do?" You ask once again.

"I uh..." Argo scratches at the back of her head nervously. "I decaptchalogued a knife and told her to keep her mouth shut if she knew what was good for her??"

"And how exactly did she respond to that?" You ask.

"She, uh... took off screaming crying for her Ma?" Argo answers.

Your name is Cassandra Fraiser, and you groan, planting your hands to your forehead. "Damn, it, Argo. Do you have any idea what can you've just kicked over!?"

"Uh, no, not really?" Argo answers.

"Well that's bad, because I've got NOTHING either except that it's BAD!" You huff.


 

EARTH DATE: MAY 13TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/13/0002.

222 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"Mandy? What's wrong?" One Julia Donovan asks as she checks in on her daughter when it became clear the girl wasn't coming to dinner despite being called four times already.

The girl was sitting alone in the corner of her room, staring with a horrified expression at the opposite corner of the room, tears in her eyes. For a moment, she doesn't do anything, and then, the girl looks up at her mother and whispers, "Aliens are really sensitive about romance issues."

With a confused frown, the Reporter sighs, and moves to sit down next to her daughter. "Alright, tell me what happened from the start."

Her investigative work on the SECRET GOVERNMENT PROJECT "PROMETHEUS" could wait a few more hours, after all.

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"Thanks for taking the time to join us, Doctor Jay Folger. Is that right?"

"It's Felger. F. E. L. G. E. R. Like the coffee with an extra kick of E!"

"I really need to figure out who's typoing my notes. This is the sixth time it's happened."

"Oh! Boy, yeah. That's so frustrating. Can't find good help around here most days."

"So, I see here that you've got quite a record here despite being a research assistant."

"Lead Scientist, actually. Who's saying I'm an assistant??"

"Hrm, probably just another typo. Anyways. It says here you've had your hands in quite a few incidents, helping to resolve them."

"Well, I do what I can to help out. We all do, really. Heh. Have you ever met Doctor Mckay? Dude can be a bit of a prick some times but even he gets out in the field to do some really hard hitting work sometimes."

"So, shall we start with the most recent one?"

"Which one was that again?"

"The Avenger Init-"

"Sorry, but I can't discuss that."

"...Uh, why not?"

"Colonel O'neill said if I ever talked to anyone about that again he'd shoot me."

"I... okay. Um. What about Project Z Pow-?"

"Colonel Claire insists that if I ever bring that up she's going to string me up on a clothes line for a giant alien chicken to eat."

"...I see..."

"And I can't tell you about Project Mirrorfest- that's F. E. S. T. not C. E. S. T... Uh. I have it on very reliable authority from Doctor Mckay that cat claws hurt. A Lot."

"...Do I even want to know why you stressed the spelling?"

"Probably not."

"Is there anything you CAN talk to us about?"

"Oh! Yeah! Sure! I can tell you about the mission where Coombs and I saved SG-1 from a traitorous Jaffa named Her'ak!!"

"The ah, mission from June 1st, 1999?"

"Yes! That one exactly!"

"Ah, actually... I got enough of a report on that one from Jonas Quinn-"

"Aw COME ON!"

"-But I'd LOVE to hear your side of things!"



SEVERAL. HOURS. LATER.



"And thus! We bravely charged back into the pyramid to rescue Coombs! We blasted down the Jaffa and finished breaking down the door they'd oh-so-helpfully been bashing their heads against already! Then! We bravely marched right back out of the pyramid, running for the gate from the Jaffa forces that Her'ak was leading! But despite them firing upon us, we made it through the gate raising our middle fingers at him thusly!!"

"I... Uh..."

"Thus, finally home and safe and secure, General Hammond honored Coombs and I in a ceremony, declaring us heroes!!! And then- I. Uh... Actually, no I can't think anything else that happened after that. So. yeah. Uh. Is that enough?"

"Yes. More than. Thank you, Doctor Felger, for your time. But I've- I've got another interview to get to. Thank you for your time."

"You're welcome! Any time!"

...

...

...

"Oh God, let's never talk to him again."

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EARTH DATE: MAY 17TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/17/0002.

218 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Mierfa Durgas, and you look up from polishing your TROLL HORN NUNCHUCKS as there comes a knock at the bedroom door.

"Could you get that?" Joey asks of you, presently working on removing a window that was cracked thanks to a recent Jade-power-induced gravity tremor. Very mild, just unfortunately close to that particular window. You'd offered your help in fixing it, but Joey said she had some fancy idea for replacing it she wanted to work on her own with. Apparently it was a "surprise" and you helping with it would ruin it.

"I got it last time," you tell Joey. "And I'm busy right now."

"Broken window beats polishing nunchucks?" Joey counters as the knock repeats at the door.

"Fiiiine," you roll your eyes and get up to go answer the door. "Oh, hi, Argo. Sorry for the delay."

"It's fine," Argo says, looking nervous. "May I come in?"

"Sure," you nod, and let her into your room.

"So, what's up?" Joey asks, not glancing over her shoulder per-say as she works, but drifting an Arai Beetle over onto your shoulder to get an eye-level look at Argo.

"Um, well," Argo takes a deep breath, then says, "I'm kinda looking for romantic advice?"

You keep your face neutral, but inside, you're laughing. Two Lalondes, at two separate points of time, asking for romance tips.

Good grief, these kids.

"What kind of advice?" you ask.

"Mostly, um..." Argo's ears flatten against her head. "How do I confess to two people I like at the same time in the exact same way?"

...What??

Joey laughs as she finishes prying the window loose from its frame, and captchalouges it. "Oh, boy. Let me guess. You got bit by the Jade-blood bug too?"

"More like... just Jade?" Argo offers. "And also John."

You blink, look at Joey as she turns around from the now removed window, and say, "Ah, that's a bit more complicated than what Rose asked us about, isn't it?"

Joey nods, "But at the same time, it's better for being complicated."

"Why's that?" Argo asks.

"Well," Joey says, "atleast you know who you like as people, and more importantly, as friends, rather than just, questioning on what your surface level likes and dislikes are."

"Yeah," you say, nodding. "It's a better place for us to work off of for advice giving!"

"So," Joey begins. "Where do we start?"

"I... I wanna know how you ask them if they feel the same way?" Argo asks.


 

EARTH DATE: MAY 19TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 11/19/0002.

216 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Late in the middle of the night, just shortly after the clock turned over to a new day, you are now John Sheppard and you wake up to the sensation of Jade whispering your name into your ear.

"Nrgh..." you blink awake, and look at her. "Jade? Wha'sup?"

"Couldn't sleep," she whisper-says. "Thinking too much."

"About?" You similarly whisper-ask.

"Argo," Jade answers. "She's been acting really tense since she came back from Earth, and, um... I kinda want to..."

"Want to what?" you ask.

There's a long pause, and you almost ask again before, "Do you think we're being greedy taking up the guest room bed and Argo's out there in the living room on the couch?"

...Ah.

"Well, she did say beds don't work well for her because of her wings," you frown, "but I can't see how a couch is much better."

"That wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but that's a good point too," Jade says.

"What were you thinking about then?" you ask.

"Um, well..." Jade then closes her eyes, as if bracing herself, then says. "I kinda want more than this. Than just us. I feel like... something's missing. Like some ONE is missing."

"Missing, huh?" You muse on it.

Thinking back on it.... yeah. There's been times lately when you've been here with Jade thinking, wouldn't it have been nice to have Argo with you? Rose never really did fill that void, what with her constant night-walks.

"Yeah," you say. "I see what you mean." After a moment's consideration, you add, "Yeah, I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with the two of you."

"Mmmh," Jade nods.

And with the decision quickly made to ask Argo if she'd want to move into the guest room with you two, in the morning that is, you soon fall back asleep.


 

You're now Jade Jackson, and while John got back to sleep rather easily, you were up for an hour or so more before you finally drifted off, thinking about other possibilities beyond just sharing a bed with John AND Argo both.

Now it's breakfast time, and while Mierfa is fixing up something for the lot of you, Joey and Argo are nowhere to be found. It's kind of put a dampner on your plans to ask Argo sooner rather than later.

"Morning," Mierfa says as Joey enters the kitchen.

"Morning," Joey answers in return, quickly slipping over to Mierfa and giving her a kiss. Then, she turns to you and John and...

There's an odd smirk on her face.

"So, you two have any plans for today?" She asks, sitting down at the table.

"Nope," John answers. "Mostly just we were going to lounge around the house and relax for a bit."

"Mmh," you nod, not mentioning that you were going to lounge around so you'd get a chance to talk with Argo. "Touya's busy today helping Minori, Silica, and Keiko with that broken Quantum Mirror, so we're not set to do much of anything."

"Shame, really," Joey says. "It's nice weather."

"Yeah," Mierfa agrees. "If we didn't have that mission scheduled for MX2-380 today, I'd say we skip down to that beach that Chixie's settlement team found at that lake on PR2-6D2."

"Shame really. I bought us new swimsuits and everything," Joey says with a nod. "We really are going to have to get down there one of these days when we get vacation time. Nice pristine beaches are hard to come by!"

"House repair comes first, though," Mierfa says. "You're picking up the adhesive to replace the window today, right?"

"Yeah," Joey nods. "I'd ask Polypa to do it, but I was afraid she'd try to turn it into an explosive."

"That girl," Mierfa shakes her head. "One of these days she's going to blow up something we didn't want blown up."

"Eh, as long as we keep giving her acceptable targets, it'll be okay," Joey says, glancing at her watch. "Now where's...?" She sighs. "Damn it. I'll be right back."

And then she gets up and leaves.

Your doggy-wolf ears follow the sound of Joey moving through the house, and then you hear her knocking on a door.

"Argo? You ready yet?" A muffled reply. "Come on, Breakfast is almost ready."

Then, a door opens and you barely hear Argo whispering, "What if I screw up?"

"You're not going to screw up," Joey says. "Just ask them like we were practicing. Okay?"

Your heart skips a beat a little. Just what does Argo want to ask you about? Because you're pretty certain she wants to ask you something just like you want to ask her something because seriously SOMETHING has been up with her.

And then they walk back to the Kitchen, and you swallow as you set your game face on.

John glances at you at the action, but then he's looking up at the doorway just like you are because Argo's following Joey in and HOOBOY. She's wearing a semi-translucent sleeveless dress over a swimsuit. Her hair looks like it's been combed something fierce and you THINK you see the faintest hints of a blush on her face.

She pauses next to the kitchen's currently inactive fireplace, even as Joey sits back down at the table, and then looks at you and John nervously.

And here you thought YOU had the awkward question to ask.

"J-" She starts. "John, Jade, um..." Oh god you can feel her own nervousness spreading over to you just from the sound of her voice. "I... Um..." She swallows. "I heard there was a beach that they found recently and I wanted to know if-" she wrenches her eyes closed and you hear her whisper a faint 'fuck this...' before opening her eyes wide, and taking a bit more of a self-assured stance.

She's got this now.

"Do you wanna go to the beach?" She asks. "Like, together? The three of us? As a da-" She nearly stumbles over another word. "On a date?"

You look at John, and nod at him. He smiles, nods as well. There's no doubt then. Together, you look to Argo and say, "Yes!"

You know this was the right answer to give because the sheer look of relief on her face a moment later is just a prelude to the large hug she gives you and John both.


 

You are now Joey Claire, several hours and a long reconnaissance mission later, and as you finish priming the surface of the window frame with glue to place the new thing in place, you hear giggling coming down the road from town. A glance at the road with an Arai Beetle confirms that John, Argo, and Jade are all heading back from town.

You smile, and say to Mierfa, "The kids are back and sound happy."

"Really, huh?" Mierfa says, working on polishing a different set of nunchucks from the same seat she was sitting in the other day. "I take it a beach day went good for them."

"We really will have to get down there some day," you say.

"Mmh," Mierfa agrees. "Definitely."

You decpatchalogue the new window directly into place, and then decaptchalogue the sealant and start working along on your side of things. Once you finish, you'll have to go outside and seal the exterior, too... But still.

You soon finish the sealing on the inside, and then rip off the interior protective paper, revealing the stained glass window that you had custom ordered to replace the old one.

"Woooah," Mierfa eyes it. "Pretty!"

"It'll look a lot prettier once I get the paper off of the other side," you say, "but yeah."

You look over the image one more time, taking it in. It's your old ceiling painted Green Glow in the Dark STAR with Mierfa's sign resting inside of it. It's going to make this room glow something fierce when the sun strikes it in the mornings.

Well, after you take the paper off of the other side, of course.

Best to get on that.

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EARTH DATE: JUNE 18TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 12/18/0002.

186 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is TEAL'C, and despite everything that's happened today, you feel at ease.

For the first time in the long history of the Jaffa and Tok'ra... peace has been brokered. Once again at the hands of an assassin. First Earth and the Tok'ra thanks to that assassin chasing Jolinar into Carter, and now the Tok'ra and the Jaffa thanks to another.

It's an odd sort of coincidence, you suppose. And yet...

There is an Earth Saying, that goes something along the lines of The Fire of Battle forges the closest of Allies.

You honestly don't care to fish out the exact phrase from memory at the moment nor to attribute it to its proper author. Instead, you just bask in the moment of victory.

It took an assassin to have the Jaffa and Tok'ra fighting side by side and as Master Bra'tac said, now you are united.

Where Anubis- because who else would it be?- has failed, you have succeeded and you are alive.

You are ALIVE.

Anubis' assassin cannot say the same.

It was just a shame that the Tok'ra Khonsu and his few trusted Free Jaffa did not survive to see it all.


 

"HOW MUCH LONGER WILL IT BE BEFORE SHADRE OR ENGLISH RETURN MY CALLS?" Anubis growls at the waif of a girl on the other end of the hologram communications call.

"Um... well, Shadre is still busy. Very- Uh," the girl winces as something crashes off screen and someone SCREAMS in pain. "She's still filling some very basic carnal desires right now so, she's, uh... just left me with standing orders to forward your messages and concerns to Lord English?"

"CONTINUE TO DO SUCH," Anubis growls. "AND KEEP ME INFORMED OF WHEN SHADRE HAS FINISHED WITH HER.... 'CARNAL DESIRES.'"

And with that Anubis dismisses the Call, and slumps into his throne in his hidden chamber of a room within an escape pod built into his new, massive mothership.

"SUCH. INCOMPETENCE." Anubis growls as he turns to stare at the frozen pod containing the formerly Ascended woman. "IS THIS WHAT YOU FELT LIKE, DEALING WITH THEIR 'RULES' ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS, OMA?"

He Laughs, and then dismisses the holographic cloak around his face to remove his hood, revealing the shimmering, silver metal skull of a SOUL BOT, one designed by ENGLISH'S HANDS.

If not for his wild stumbling across the varied galaxies in space; if not for his utterly unstable state leading to English taking the 'rare pity' on him and giving him a body rather than absorbing his soul like the Ascendant Eating Monster that he was...

If not for a sheer number of coincidences, Anubis might well have been forced to maintain his physical form with a force field generator rigged into human form just to move around. But maybe that would have been easier than his current set up.

Discarding his robes, Anubis stalked over to a repair platform, and let the machines go to work at repairing everything that had been damaged just by his sheer presence in the body.

Possession, as a half-ascended half-mortal being, was a tricky thing. A mortal vessel would BURN UP from the amount of energy his essence would put through it. A Machine suffered a similar problem. Parts BURNED OUT. But at least these parts, mechanical ones, could be replaced and repaired easier than an organic's body.

...Up until he ran out of replacement parts. Then, the repair systems could only do so much.

...And Anubis was rapidly running out of replacement parts. Damned English, ignoring his calls. Once the Supergate arrived and the connection was open, he would be 'replenished' in terms of supplies and parts, but until then...

Anubis had to make due.

The technology was so PRIMITIVE and yet so... ADVANCED at the same time.

Primitive enough that nothing the Ancients had ever designed could even be considered comparable, and yet... it worked on some fundamental systems that were beyond those same designs.

Anubis had no idea how to replicate any of it. It was as if parts of it had somehow been BLACK BOXED beyond his understanding.

And of course, exiting the machine was not an option. The curse of his half-mortal state left him without the ability to move freely as an ascended being. Without a body to anchor to, his form would tether to the local subspace of reality. If he left his current body, he would be tethered to the local gravity of the ship until he re-entered it. If his ship and body were to somehow be destroyed at the same time suddenly, in the vast void of space? He would be drawn in to the nearest gravity well- probably a planet... Hopefully a planet.

There was no telling what would happen if he were to be drawn into the middle of a star. Would he possess the star until it died of his influence burning its life force faster? What would happen then?

He'd be fortunate if it went nova, rather than collapsed into a black hole. At that point, Anubis feared even he might not be able to escape the cold void of death.

Soon, though, that would not be a concern. Soon, Anubis would have all of the EYES and then his new SUPER WEAPON would be complete. All that was missing now was the EYE OF RA, and of the many hundreds of Ra's former holdings left to search, Anubis was certain that the Eye was on one of them, somewhere. Hidden away.

Once he had his SUPERGATE, and the Ancient's WAVE WEAPON, he could arrange for the Stargates to be modified, and then not even ENGLISH could stop his wave of terror across the universe. English, who despite having consumed the energies of the "ORI" still dressed himself in a mortal shell.

Then, what did it matter if Anubis was still half mortal or had a robotic frame of a body? Only the Ascended beings would survive, and once he'd wiped out their creation, he would turn his attention towards them and take THEM out as well.

Then, once he had the Galaxy to himself?

...Then Anubis would rest, and lord over his vast emptiness for a while before starting anew.

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EARTH DATE: JUNE 1ST, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 12/01/0002.

203 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Jude Harley and as you finish affixing some wires to yet another Anti-Gravity Shield Generator, you feel Cassandra sit down on the floor behind you and lean against you, back to back.

"Something up?" You ask.

"Just thinking," she says, in a way that clearly implies that yes, something major is up.

"About?" You ask, though you have an inclination, while putting that finished Gravity Shield aside and pulling up the parts bin for the next one.

"Penny." Yup.

"Ah," you nod, starting to slot piece A into piece B and connect Wire C to Port D... It's all process by now. You're used to the steps. You know how this device works so well that you can just loose yourself in the meditative process of building it.

You've had a lot of time to think about this particular subject.

"You're wondering when we should try- or if?" You ask.

"Yeah," she nods. "I just... I don't want to screw things up by not- not getting the timing right, you know?"

"I could always design something to take that element of risk out of it," you say. "Some kind of genetic code scanner like Nirrti and Jayni used for John and Argo." And Pa. "Take samples from us, mix 'em together in a vat. Poof. Instant-baby."

"Or we could ask Nirrti to do it for us," Cassie laughs, but hollowly. "Still feels like we might screw it up somehow even doing that."

"Well," you say, connecting capacitor J to slot K, "the way I figure it, we don't have to worry about 'timing' until after Jayni's dead."

"Why's that?" Cassie asks.

"Well, if we're right and Penny meant that she was born on Abydos?" You snap Element L to Nodes M and N. "We're not going back to Milky Way for long enough to take a trip there until after Jayni's dead."

"I guess, but what if she's doing something on Abydos and we have to go stop it?" Cassie asks.

"Either way, we don't have to worry about timing anything until then," you shurg, placing assembly O onto plate P and tightening the bolts to secure it. "Mean time, we work on what we can here."

"Like building anti gravity nodes for Kishamoth?" Cassie asks.

"The...?" What? Oh. "I thought the prototype name was M-Line?" You ask, frowning as you start all the heavy wire-work.

"Karkat proposed a new name," Cassie says. "People are liking it like they liked Sovereign Slayer."

"Hurm," you muse, "Didn't Karkat put 'T-line' and 'K-line' in for the names of the others to begin with?"

"Dunno," Cassie shrugs. "Wasn't there for that one."

"...I feel like he's making a reference to something," you say, "but I can't figure out what."

"Who knows," Cassie says. "Who knows..."

Who knows indeed.


 

EARTH DATE: JUNE 4TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 12/04/0002.

200 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

>Reader: Be Shadre

Alas, you cannot BE Shadre, she has not been a playable character and will not be a playable character never due to the fact that, well... her mind is fairly unstable now. To take on her persona now would be to... to meddle with dark powers beyond mortal comprehension.

Because, in the vastness of the cosmos, there was but one common desire that everyone, at one point of time or another, had contemplated.
Death, and the cheating there of.

Shadre Amanno was one of those who found herself dead, and brought back not of her own volition. If there had been some semblance of an after life, Shadre's waking mind had never recorded it. Or if it had, well... that could explain the insanity. And to add on top of all of that, now she was CONSTANTLY HUNGRY. Not just physically- although yes, that was still a concern- but also some form of...

MENTAL COMPULSION.

She HUNGERS for the PSYCHIC ENERGIES of OTHERS.

And it's just. SO. EASY. To Just.

SNAP. A piece of her skin shoots out from her body like a needle and STAB.

SCREAM. They SCREAM. They Scream as their minds are ripped out of their bodies and CONSUMED and DEVOURED and OBLITERATED.

There is no after life for them even if there is one that they would otherwise go to.

They simply CEASE TO BE.

And then the physical hunger kicks in upon seeing the dead bodies lying on the ground, and Shadre EATS HER FILL.

Truly, she has become a Monster. A monster beyond all recognition from her former glory as the leader ECHIDNHA of the DARK CARNIVAL.

And so, you are now SHALLY MARROW, former HANDMAIDEN and immediate subordinate to Shadre, and now the new INHERITOR of the title ECHIDNHA.

And GLUB IT ALL, you are not meant for this kind of position.

But you're going to do your best to manage events to the best of your ability.

And you're going to start by finishing the project Shadre started when she made an alliance with the Carapacians: a competing GIANT TRANSFORMING SPACESHIP-ROBOT to the rebellions now THREE different ships.

...And then you get yet another frustrated, angry call from ANUBIS inquiring about Shadre and English returning his calls about REPLACEMENT PARTS for some kind of MACHINE. Whatever. You were on a high enough pay grade to deal with that before and you're certainly not going to deal with it now.

You're just going to play the cards "STALL STALL STALL" and "STALL SOME MORE" until either:

A: Anubis gives the fuck up. (Unlikely.)

B: English actually answered Anubis' calls. (Super Unlikely.)

C: Shadre gained control of herself again and was fully conscious again. (Most likely, but still unlikely at this stage of operations.)

...Needless to say, you're not being paid nearly quite enough for this shit. Hell, you're not being paid at all. Stupid Clown Bastards Being So Chintzy ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

You say that, of course, completely straight faced, as you are, yourself, a clown painted member of the Dark Carnival.


 

EARTH DATE: JUNE 14TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 12/14/0002.

190 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"Behold! The final stages of construction!" Your name is Dammek, and you grin wildly as you present the presently being painted pieces of the FINAL PIECE to the whole combining megazord gimmick.

"Is... is it supposed to be lying in pieces across the ship yard?" Joey asks, staring at the scattered pieces of the Mammoth themed Train Spaceship Zord.

"Of course it's supposed to be lying in pieces," Callie says for you, giggling. "It's got the most rigorous modular transformation sequence of everything involved. Even the Slayer doesn't have this many moving parts."

"Well, sure, but T-line and K-line are solid things!" Joey points out. "Why couldn't we do something like Astro to make this work?"

"Because otherwise it wouldn't fit the train aesthetic?" You offer.

"That is true," Jude says, observing the various pieces being worked on. "The Lines form legs, so everything else from... Kishamoth?" You nod in agreement of that term. "Everything else has to shift around a LOT inorder to go from train to upper body."

"Plus," Callie continues, "there's the combination with everything else to keep in mind."

"Exactly that!" You say, pointing at the parts that'll become arms for the Train-based Megazord, "Those have to snap onto the Astro-Delta's legs as extra armor." You point at some large soon-to-be-fully-red painted blocks that will partly make up the main torso of the same Megazord, "And those have to go in between Astro-Delta's feet AND the rocket boosters from the Slayer while ALSO holding the Gatling guns from Delta's solo Megazord form!"

"What about the legs?" Joey asks, pointing at the waist and upper leg joints. "Aren't they... repetitive?"

"They'll form some back armor on the back of the combination's waist," you wave it off. "And part of it will loop back around and connect onto the front of Astro-Delta's waist, too."

"....And the mammoth head?" Joey presses on, squinting at the admittedly comical looking mammoth head just sort of floating there. Tusks and trunk just all kinds of jutting out impudently. And what are those eyes looking up at, so happy and carefree?

"Chest on normal robot mode," you say, "goes behind the head in the Ultra Combo, tusks fold down to give it horns."

"Okay, I'll buy that," Joey says. "One question, though."

"What's that?" You ask.

"What the hell is the giant box with the '10' painted on it for?"

You and Callie look at each other, then, with a nervous gulp, you say, "It's an eject-able storage container for a Naquadria reactor."

"...And WHY do we need that?" Joey asks, looking at you even as Jude whistles at the implications.

"Because we're already putting like eight ZPMs on this thing and they're all being directed at the Gravity Shields?" You say.

"That, and we need a power source for the full combined mode," Callie adds. "We'll fall short otherwise."

"Let's just hope it doesn't blow up," Joey says.

"Well," Jude chimes in, "I'd assume that's why it's eject-able."

"Exactly that," you say.

"Mrh, okay, fine, fair enough," Joey frowns. "I guess."


 

EARTH DATE: JUNE 25TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 12/27/0002.

177 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

You're now JOEY CLAIRE, and you can't help but smile as you watch the slumbering forms of Jade, John, and Argo all piled on the floor in the living room of your hive. They'd had another impromptu MOVIE NIGHT, sampling all sorts of ALTERNIAN CLASSICS.

This has been the... fourth? No, FIFTH TIME since they started DATING officially with Argo asking John and Jade out. You've begun to notice a THEME. A vast majority of the movies are ROMANCE FLICKS, except with a certain DEVIANT BENT to the films- and deviant even by human culture. Generally, purusing the titles, you see the phrase "Three way [Insert Romance Type Here]" surfacing quite frequently, shuffling through MOIRAILGENCE, MATESPRITSHIP, and KISMESISITUDE depending on the type of film.

Also, just as an aside, you noticed no less than THREE werewolf films last night. There were probably more during previous nights as well.

You're loathe to wake them up just yet, considering how early in the morning it is here, but--

Fate takes the choice out of your hands, as the hive's phone/radio rings loudly.

You hurriedly go to answer by way of picking up the receiver, and hope that it didn't wake them up.

"Hello?" you ask.

"Joey, this is Okurii," you hear Okurii begin. "Sorry to wake you up so early but there's a situation back in the Milky Way that they need you and the Reaper crystal present for."

"...What's going on, Okurii?" You ask.

And thus, you're told.

"Well. That's going to change a few things," you say, not even due in small part to the fact you're about to run into someone who took the LONG WAY AROUND from your Ancient Egypt time loop closure.

You soon hang up, and after apologizing for waking the three slumbering kids up, you hurry to your bedroom and get dressed for an off world mission- a return trip to Earth, and then elsewhere in the Galaxy.

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EARTH DATE: JUNE 25TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 12/27/0002.

177 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

The planet PANGAR is similar to Earth in many ways- beyond planetary composition, that is. One way it was divergent was the fact that about 20% of the POPULATION took a drug called TRETONIN to cure all ailments and to have PERMANENT GOOD HEALTH.

Needless to say, there was one huge secret behind this miracle drug, and that secret was SYMBIOTES.

Your name is JOLINAR and you were torn on the subject. On the one hand, good for using a Goa'uld Queen's SPAWN to make a LIFE SAVING DRUG. On the other... this is your SPECIES being used for drug fodder here.

And that was how you felt BEFORE Jonas and Teal'c discovered that the Symbiote in the Pangaran's tank was actually EGERIA, the TOK'RA QUEEN, and that she was DYING.

You personally were not her spawn, but for MALEK and KELMAA, who came to see this miracle drug and to try to figure out why it was having the NASTY SIDE-EFFECT of leaving its users IMMUNE SYSTEMS SUPPRESSED, this turn of events is STAGGERINGLY SHOCKING. And honestly, if it weren't for O'neill giving you, and Sam as well you suppose, a POINTED LOOK as he said "I have an Idea how to fix this," you probably wouldn't have vouched as hard as you did to Malek and Kelmaa to not do anything rash until a message could be sent to CERTAIN PEOPLE.

Certain People being HARLEY and CLAIRE.

And so you waited, and you all watched as Egeria's condition worsened and worsened...

And then Joey Claire arrives, accompanied by Major Vantas, and you feel hope return.


 

Your name is Joey Claire, and you begin the procedure as soon as REAPER's senses get a glimpse at Egeria's body.

She's not long for this world.

You immediately begin by ripping her mind and soul out of her body, and shoving the spirit of the Symbiote within Reaper into her place.

Then, you slot Egeria into Reaper and wait for her to settle.

[...What?] she asks. [Miss Claire? Pardon my Goa'uld, but how the FUCK are you- Wait. No. Is it really...? Are we in YOUR TIME? Truly?]

[Yes, we are,] you say, sighing in relief.

[I had lost all sense of time within the stasis jar. I had no idea...]

[Welcome to the future, Egeria.] Then, you report aloud, "Egeria's been evacuated from her body and is safely stored in the Crystal," you report.

"May we converse with her?" Malek asks.

"Of course," you nod. "Though, we may wish to do this in private."

The Pangarans lead you to a private room, and you use ADMIN to link the Tok'ra's minds up with yours, and the Reaper Crystal.

[Oh, my children,] Egeria practically purrs within the crystal as she gets glimpses of Malek and Kelmaa's memories. [I never thought I would see any of you again.]

"Egeria, our dear mother," Kelmaa begins, "it's an honor to have you back with us, even if... in a stone?"

"It's only temporary," you say. "Give me enough time and I can get her to an available symbiote body and transfer her mind." Or clone her a proper separate body, but they don't need to know you can do that just yet.

"In the mean time," Malek begins, "my Lady, about the Tretonin. It should be much more effective than it is, without any side-effects as far as I've been able to deduce. Why is it so... flawed?"

[Yes... about that...] Egeria says, remorseful, [I have a confession to make...]

And thus she confesses that she had sabotaged her spawn in a vague, distant hope that the Pangarans would stop using her for their drug.

Later, The Pangarans accepted the apology as Malek provided them with a cure to their ailments, because of course they had no idea that the symbiote queen wasn't actually an evil Goa'uld queen.

And thus, with the fate of ONE PLANET'S PEOPLE secured, you and the Tok'ra return to Earth to see if the other you is willing to help save a different race of people. She's certainly had long enough to make a decision, at any rate.


 

Your name is KA'TURNAL, and you can't help but feel the nervousness in the air as Joey Harley paces back and forth in the infirmary.
"You're sure you're up for this?" Fraiser asks.

"YES!" Harley yells, just a bit too loudly and quickly. "Yes! I'm ready to stop being a snake inhabiting a mindless body and just be a body again even if I have to have the Tok'ra queen stuck inside my head for a few weeks until we find her a better host I-" She takes a sharp breath after that long uninterupted sentence. "I'm READY. Why am I panicking!?"

"Probably because this is an insane proceedure through and through," you remark. "Transfering a Symbiote's memories from one body to another, using a crystal as an intermediary... I know this technology works, but at the same time I've never seen it in action so how can I know for sure?"

"I- what? No!" Harely protests. "It's not that!"

"Then what?" You ask.

"I- I just..." Harley swallows. "I'm not sure I'm ready to share my head-space with someone else, again. Even if the last person I did it with was-"

"Me?" And then in comes Joey Claire, accompanied by Samantha Carter and a couple of other Tok'ra. They give you some odd side-eyed stares, and you promptly shuffle off to pretend to do some paperwork while eavesdroping.

"Alright," Harley says, "let's just get this over with."

"Alright, then," Claire says, and then approaches. You watch out of the corner of your eyes as you watch Claire hold up the red crystal and-

"W-wait!" Harley interjects. "...Could we have Xefros do it?"

"...Do you just not want to do this?" Claire asks. "Because I can get Shaper and I can-"

"No! That's not-" Harley takes a breath, then steels herself. "I. I'm Fine. Just go ahead and do it."

"Are. You. Sure." Claire presses. "Do I have permission to do this?"

"I'm sure. YES. Just do it. Do it now before I panic out of it," Harley says, and closes her eyes tight.

With a tired sigh, Claire raises the Red Crystal again, and it pulses softly before...

"Done," Claire says, and Harley's eyes snap open and FLASH.

"Well," She speaks with a formal tone that definitely sounds like a Queen rather than Claire using the voice. "This is different than I expected."

"Lady Egeria?" one of the Tok'ra, the male, asks. "Are you well?"

"I am, Malek," she says. "I... I haven't felt this young in thousands of years." She speaks those words with a certain tone directed at Claire. "Not since the days of Ra's death and Khepri's rise."

"I can only imagine," Claire chuckles, as if an in-joke has passed between them. "How's other me?"

There's a pause, then Harley's voice returns to its normal cadence, "Yeah. I'm here. Ugh. That felt worse than actually jumping bodies as a snake somehow."

"You did technically die and get re-ensouled again," Claire remarks.

"Ugh, don't remind me," Harley grimaces. "That was what I was so nervous about..."

Ah, well, that makes sense.

"That's perfectly understandable," the other Tok'ra says. "Would you prefer to stay here while we find Lady Egeria a new host, or-?"

"No," Harley shakes her head. "I'll go with you. Egeria..." She pauses, then, the Lady herself speaks.

"I would like to meet with my children," Egeria says, smiling. "It has been far too long since I have seen any of them through actual eyes, and they, seen I. It is about time I give my children something they have been lacking... hope of survival."

"Ka'turnal, why don't you run a quick check up to make sure everything's in order," Fraiser chimes in, "in the mean time, Sam, Claire? Could I talk with you two for a minute?"

Oh, that sounds awkward.

"Sure," you say, deciding this is one conversation you don't want to eavesdrop on.


 

Your name is JANET FRAISER, and you and Joey Claire stand opposite eachother in an isolated corner of the infirmary while Sam draws a bed's curtain closed.

"Okay," Sam begins, "what's up, Janet?"

"Yes," Joey begins, "I have a vague idea of what you want to talk about, but I'd like to hear it from you before I make any assumptions. So. What exactly is this about?"

"What exactly," you begin with slight scoff, "is this rumor I heard about Cassie and Jude having a daughter?"

"Hah," Joey laughs, a bit hollowly. "Long Story Short? Time Travel."

"That's..." You frown. "Okay, that's about on part as could be expected of our experiences so far. What's the Full Story?"

"Her name is Penny," Joey says, "and she ran ahead through the Stargate on Haven during a Solar Flare. We ended up taking care of her for a few days until we sent her back to her right time."

"Somehow," Sam says, "I'm not surprised at all."

"Me either," you sigh in relief. "So basically, she's not... cooking, right now?"

"As far as I know?" Joey shakes her head 'no.' "Jude and Cassie figure the timing of it all is hinged more around some climactic event involving Abydos and a Time Dilation Bubble."

"...Some how that does not re-assure me," you say.

"Me either," Sam says, "why would a Time Dilation Bubble happen on Abydos?"

"Hell if I know," Joey answers with a shrug. "We're just extrapolating based on stuff Penny said about where and when she was born. Except, you know, phrased like a kid would say it."

"Do we have any idea when it's going to happen?" Sam asks.

"Nope," Joey answers. "We didn't get any solid intel on how long the time bubble lasted or how long Penny was living inside of it. So..." she gives a flippant smile. "It could be from anywhere as soon as the end of the year, to happening a whole four years from now."

You close your eyes and massage at the bridge of your nose. "Damn it. I'm way too young to be a grandmother."

"And some people would say I'm way too young to have a niece," Joey says, prompting you to open your eyes again, "but we don't always get what we want out of life when it comes to nice, sane, understandable timelines. Especially not when it comes to Stargate-based time travel."

"Fair enough," you say, sighing. "I just wish she'd talk to me about this after it happened instead of leaving it to rumor."

"You know," Sam says, "I'm pretty sure Carolyn can cover for you for a few days if you want to go talk with Cassie in person."

"Mmh," Joey nods. "There is a return trip to Alternia scheduled soon. So, you're welcome to tag along if you want to."

You work your jaw for a moment, considering the options...

"Alright," you say. "I'll go with you, Miss Claire. I need to talk with Cassie about this."

"Go talk with Hammond," Sam says, "we'll wait here for you to get back."

With a nod, you make to leave.


 

"So, out of curiosity," your name is Samantha Carter, and you can't help but ask as you and Joey watch Janet exit the infirmary, "you've known Penny was coming for a while longer, didn't you?"

"Yup," Joey answers. "Since Giza. Jonas showed me pictures."

Because of course Jonas was a member of that future SG-1.

"And you met Egeria there, didn't you?" You ask.

"Ey-yup," Joey answers with a nod. "Would you believe she was an accidental time traveler too?"

"Really, now?" You ask, intrigued.

"She hitched a ride with an alternate timeline's Teal'c," Joey continues. "Was near maturing when they made the jump back in the first place."

"That's..." You blink, trying to process that information. An Alternate Teal'c's symbiote became Egeria, queen of the Tok'ra, spawning a whole resistance... all because of Time Travel from an alternate time line. Not even YOUR direct influence meddling in the time line, but because of someone ELSE doing time travel.
Why the hell was it necessary, you wonder? What OTHER parts of your timeline fail to exist without some time traveler's involvement in some way?

A [*Mental Nudge*] and you briefly release control so Jolinar can chime in with, "I have a headache."

"You can see why we've all been keeping mum about the future knowledge we learned until it becomes relevant," Joey remarks, watching her other self conversing with the Tok'ra about several worst case possibilities involving staying Egeria's host for a VERY long time. "Even then, try not to tell anyone? It'd just... make things really complicated for just about everyone involved."

"Yeah," you say, "you won't hear anything from me about this."

[*Mental Nudge*] and again...

"Me either," Jolinar agrees. "I don't see how it's anyone's business where Egeria comes from at this point."

"...One question, though," you say. "Doesn't this mean that Egeria is technically Amaunet's daughter?"

"Yeah, I've had a few sleepless nights because of that concept," Joey remarks, and then saunters off to talk with her other self and/or Egeria.

You didn't have anything else to add after that point anyways.

[Why,] Jolinar laments. [Why is this a thing that has happened?]

Your name is Samantha Carter, and you... you HONESTLY HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA.

Chapter Text

EARTH DATE: JULY 8TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 01/09/0003.

164 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is XEFROS TRITOH and-

"Boooored."

-You're working on figuring out the chords for the next newest song for the GRUBBELS-

"So. BOOOORED."

-While on SUPERGATE DUTY, watching the damned thing from the bridge of the DELTA MEGASHIP, cloaked and hidden away in a small corner of space just incase-

"XEEEEF. ROOOOOSSS...."

-JUST INCASE the--

"XEEEEEFROOOOOSSS!!!" And then Baizli leans against your back and whispers in your ear, "I'm bored."

"What do you want me to do about it, Baizli?" You ask. "We're on guard duty."

"I dunnooo..." Baizli whines. "Maybe we could blow it up so we don't have to guard a giant space ring anymore?"

"We can't do that," you say, "otherwise we'll just have to hunt down another one when they build a replacement."

"What if they CAN'T build a replacement?" Baizli asks. "They've wasted resources on one already, and they sent another to the other galaxy...."

"Then that's all the reason not to," you sigh. "If we destroy it then we can't use it in our own plans. And this way, if we guard it, we know when they're making a move and can react."

"Fine. Why don't we..." Baizli trails off, and you glance at her, seeing her pout as she tries to figure out something else to do. "Go through it?"

"Because we don't know if either Gate we could dial is active yet," you say. "Anubis' Gate is probably reaching Milky Way any day now, and English's... well, they've got to rebuild it after we blew theirs up. So there's no going through it yet."

"Ugggh," Baizli whines. "Stupid. Why did we do that again??"

"To buy time to clean up shop here," you explain for what's probably the 100th time. "The clowns are on the run, the rest of the Empire has colapsed into tiny bubbles of space, and the Carapacians are the only ones actively really fighting us anymore. Without Shadre or her generals leading the show, there's not really anything they can do here."

"Well why don't we-" Baizli stops suddenly.

"What?" You frown up at her, and she taps you on the shoulder and then quickly rights your head to stare out at the Supergate.

The presently DIALING IN SUPERGATE.

"Aw fuck!" You curse and then do a ship wide broadcast. "All Hands, this is Xefros, we've got an incoming wormhole on the supergate! Prepare for combat!!"

You've barely finished saying that before the vortex of water splurges forwards and then collapses into a puddle, your mind fills in the KAWOOSH in its audible absence.

You sit, waiting, for a moment as the Delta Megaship's computer reads the DIALING ADDRESS from the BUG that was planeted in the Supergate's memory.

"It looks like..." you frown. "It's the Milky Way Gate dialing in? Yeah. It's the recognized MAC address for that Gate."

Good, that means that it's finally shown up. They're probably just dialing to test run it all and make sure the connections are stable to-

And then a small CARGO SHIP exits the Supergate, confirming that it's definitely the Milky Way side of things dialing in.

The Gate shuts down a moment later, and the Cargo Ship....

Sends out a shortwave transmission on local frequencies?

"The hell are they doing?" Baizli asks as Stelsa, working the bridge's communications console, rapidly brings said transmission up on screen.

"Repeating message, this is Colonel Frank Simmons to any Alternian Rebelion Ships presently guarding the Supergate," says a lone human man as he appears on screen, "Do not shoot! I surrender. I repeat. I surrender. Please, take me into custody. I have vital information to be relayed to Stargate Command and will only do so in person."

"...The fuck?" Baizli scowls. "Is he serious?"

"This has to be a trap," you frown. "Scan the ship for life signs."

"There's only one," Stelsa confirms a minute later. "Pacing in the Ring Room."

"Send a security detail to our ring room, then nab him," you order. "I want him Zat'd and unconscious, then stripped of all personal belongings the moment he's onboard." You pause, then add, "And scan for tracking chips. Rip them out of his skin if we have to."

"Roger," Stelsa begins relaying those instructions.

"When we've got him secured," you continue, "we radio Alternia ASAP for someone to come take over our shift so we can take Colonel Simmons into custody."

You don't know what game this bastard is playing, but you're sure as hell not going to risk doing anything until you've gotten the go-ahead from Okurii AND the SGC.


 

Your name is SKYLLA KORIGA, and you can't help but lament the past as you stare out a field of dog-type lusus, just romping around in some field with their CHARGES.

You're reminded of simpler times. HAPPIER TIMES. When you were just a kid out there in the fields with your LUSUS...

And then she was captured by Lusus Thieves in the broad daylight of the sun, and if not for a friend of yours holding you back... You're not sure you'd have survived fighting to get her back, considering the fact they were CLOWNS.

Then, the Heiress showed up on your front step, with... with La... Lad... with your LUSUS who.... and the soon-to-be-just-bodies of the thieves at her heels, begging for forgiveness.

And then after you showed them no mercy, Reenah Kraken offered you a position in the Summoner's Army.

Not long after that, things changed so drastically. Your missions wound up with you at that DARK CARNIVAL and then JOEY and the others showed up and saved your head from rolling...

And now you're here in the future.

Temporal displacement is a hell of a thing.

You've tried to ignore thinking about those days too much anymore. It's just a spiral of lament and mourning that...

You've broken out of it before. You can do it again.

"Hey there, stranger," And then a certain Jade Blood leans up against the fence next to you.

"Howdy, Bronya," you greet in return.

"You look troubled," she remarks. "Something on your mind?"

"Just...." You sigh. "A lot of good and bad memories all rolled up into one."

"Yeah, I hear you," Bronya says, and for a moment, you're both silent, just watching the Lusii and their charges play. Then, she asks, "So.... do you want me to distract you?"

You laugh. It's not the first time she's asked that. And... in all honesty, it's probably not going to be the last time she does either.

Because, in all honesty, you're in the mood for a bit of a distraction from the girl who helped you out of the last time you got into one of these moods.

"Sure," you say. "What've you got in mind this time?"


 

Over the sound of an Active outgoing Stargate to the Milky Way...

"Simmons?" Your name is Cassandra Fraiser and your two hands meet your forehead. A second later, one of Jude's hands joins them with a gentle pap on the side of your head. "No. Hell No. Hell Fucking No!! We should just shoot him and kill him!" You sigh, removing your hands. "That's what I want to say, anyways, but it turns out that if we do that then some OTHER major disaster Argo kicked over back on earth will transpire. I mean, things are still going to be BAD over there, but atleast they won't be- like- Nuclear apocalypse levels of bad??"

"How bad exactly are we talking about?" Xefros asks over the long range transmission from the Delta Megaship.

"Well," you frown. "IF we go through with this, I think... the worst that will happen is..." You focus, squinting your mental eyes on that vibe of the future and get the impression of... "A joyride gone wrong and someone getting blasted into the hard vacuum of space? Also, someone gets their heart broken in a way that'll probably kick over more disasters in two years time; but what the hell, those are at least solvable where a giant nuclear pothole the size of Arizona... isn't???"

"That's troubling news," Hammond says, radioing from the SGC, "but it's something we'll have to accept if Simmons really does have news he wishes to turn over to us."

"So we bring him in and turn him over to the SGC?" Xefros asks. "Just clarifying my orders."

"You're clear to bring him in, Xefros," Okurii decides.

"I'll inform my Superiors that we'll have Simmons in custody soon," Hammond says.

"Alright then," Xefros says. "Dammek and the Slayer will be here to take over our shift in about half an hour then. We'll be on our way as soon as they get here. It'll be about a Day's travel time before we reach Alternia."

"We'll be expecting you shortly after then," Hammond says. "Over and out."

"Yes, Sir. Over and out," Xefros says, and his line goes silent.

"Over and out," Okurii replies, and then the Stargate shuts down. After a moment, she turns to look at you, "What changes if we run him past Boldir and Mierfa's Regent fragments first?"

"...Nothing," you reply after consulting the vibes. "Nothing changes when I add that variable."

"I guess that means Simmon's mind is blocked from reading like the other Clowns are," Jude muses.

"Probably," Okurii sighs. "Alright. Let's get security details in place for as quick of a transport as possible. I don't want that bastard on this planet for any longer than absolutely necessary."


 

Your name is JAKE ENGLISH, and you awaken from a night of mostly restful slumber to the sound of something liquid gurgling angrily, feeling confused as to where you are exactly for the moment. It's not helped by the HANGOVER HEADACHE you've got going on. OH LAND SAKES ALIVE what did you drink last night? (Everything. You think the answer is EVERYTHING.)

You're not in any bed you recognize from Earth. You're not in the fancy bed that Jayni had you staying in while brainwashed into her service... You're not on Alternia. Or Diaspora. No, the air is wrong and the world is...

It's the planet that Chixie's town resettled to, one of many being resettled by Alternia's evacuating populations.

You're at the.... the INN. One of the only two really completed buildings on this settlement so far. The other one is A SUPPLY WAREHOUSE. Every other building is in progress, either just started construction or near completion, but still in progress regardless.

So... So...

Is this your room? It doesn't look like it. You don't see your LUGGAGE SUITCASE full of clothes where you left it. What you do see is Chixie standing at a small counter fussing with a coffee machine. And you see a lot of her. Namely, the very clearly obvious fact that she's only wearing an oversized sweater right now.

And then it comes back to you. Not just the fact that you slept together, but the reasons behind it. Namely, you both got WAY DRUNK at the bar and both had your own little mini-breakdowns about how stressful your lives were. Chixie with her music carreer, and you with... well...

With all of the crazy ass shit that happened in relation to that damned Stargate you helped find in Giza.

And to think that THAT wasn't even the start of it. Hell, it was barley the MIDDLE of it, and nowhere near close to the END of it, because... well...
TIME LOOPS.

There ISN'T a beginning, middle, or end. It just keeps happening again and again and again, and has already happened and happened and happened.

"Oh! STOP IT!" Chixie yells, and then slaps the unruly coffee maker. "Work you stupid piece of junk!!"

"Let me take a look at it." You laugh, faintly, and slip out of bed, thankfully discovering that you did put your boxers back on at some point during the night. (When did you do that? You don't remember doing it. Ugh. This is just like those TV shows that imply two people had sex and yet when they wake up in the morning they're both still somehow wearing their underwear. 'Scept there ain't no implications about what just happened here.)

"Oh, good morning, Jake," Chixie smiles at you. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No," you say. "The coffee maker did that with its irate complaining of the time of day."

Chixie giggles at your remark, and steps aside to let you look at the damned thing. "It only does this when I'm trying to be quiet. Usually after I had way too much to drink the night before."

"Probably something to do with the filters," you say. "I remember one I bought some ten years ago that had ill fitting filters and it did stuff like this all the time. I just replaced the damned thing. The plastic was warped in the frame to begin with."

"Ah, yeah," Chixie sighs in agreement. "I probably get it misaligned 'cause I've got the headache every time."

For a bit, you two are silent as you work, and she watches. Then, once you've gotten the thing working right and not making loud noises, Chixie asks, "So, um... are we good?"

"Eh?" You blink, turning to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"After the stuff we talked about last night," she says, a blush coming up on her cheeks. "You know... That stuff about Jayni pretending to be your dead wife?"

Oh.

Yeah.

You'd said a whole lot more than that too. Fears about how you weren't sure if you were feeling what you were feeling towards her because she looked like-

"And, how, like..." She gulps. "How I said you kind of looked like my ex-matesprit?"

And that too. Oh hell in a handbasket, did you two have a lot of awkward stuff to talk about last night regarding your mutually dead exes. You barely remember some of it with the hangover headache, but...

"Yeah," you swallow. "I think we're good, Chixie."

The coffee maker chooses that moment to sputter and cough and spew out an aerial spray of coffee. You yelp and Chixie squeals as you both try to avoid getting hit with the scalding liquid.

"This Coffee Maker ON THE OTHER HAND!" you growl.

"Stupid thing!" She yells at it. "Bad Coffee Maker! Bad!!"

The discussion soon turns to whether or not you should just replace the damned thing or not.

Five minutes and another two explosions of scalding coffee matter later, and Chixie ends up punting the thing out an open window with a yell of "AND DON'T COME BACK!"

You both pretend not to hear two girls shrieking in surprise as they're doused in coffee because really, how could either of you have known someone would be down there at this time of day??

(It would later turn out it was much later in the day than either of you thought it was, and thus you resolved to buy matching wrist watches to go along with your new coffee maker.)


 

"And I just-" Your name is TYZIAS ENTYKK and you're- "Am I just a coward!? Because I seriously think I'm being a coward not facing things and flat out telling Daraya that I lo- ...might like her??" You down a large gulp of coffee then, SLAM (Okay, more FIRMLY PLACE) the mug onto the table.

Charun chews on their lunch as they sit across from you in your lab on the All Your Base.
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"Of course I'm being a coward! I need to just own up and talk to her already! I have to just- I have to own up and admit it! But- I- GAH! What is wrong with me!? It should be so simple!!"

Charun raises an eyebrow beneath their hat, pausing chewing to give you an extremely pointed look a moment later.

"Okay! I get it! I get it! I'm still angry over Amisia. Fine. I admitted it! There!" You scowl, and poke a fork into your rather untouched salad. "Happy now??"

Charun rolls their eyes, and takes a long, pointed sip of water from their glass.

"Argh! I can't believe you! Really? Even that admission isn't enough for you?" You ask.

Charun just nods in confirmation.

"What else do you want from me?" You ask.

Charun puts their glass down, and then leans on their elbows against the table, looking you in the eyes.

"As a long running friend," they start, "and most definitely not as a Quadrant option, I think I'm the most objective person on base to state that you're avoiding the really obvious issue here."

"And what's that?" You ask.

"You're afraid that letting someone new into your life like this, even if they're someone you've been friends with for a long time, is going to end up in disaster like Amisia did."

...."Glubbing hell, Charun," you grimace, "you sure do know how to dig to the heart of a problem, don't you?"

Charun shrugs, smiling at you in that clever way that they tend to whenever they've won a conversation or argument.

You sigh. "Damn it. So what do you expect me to do? Confess and kiss her and just fall into bed with her that same night?? That's just way too unrealistic, even by Alternian standards."

Charun lifts their own salad fork, and then jabs it in the direction of a photograph taken shortly after the successful rescue of Jake Harley and the Harcesis from Jayni's clutches. In it, Joey and Mierfa are holding Polypa between them. Wide grins on their faces.

You groan. "Come on! That's not fair! You know Claire's an animal when it comes to Romance! Three quadrants within just as many Earth years and she wasn't even BORN into the system for crying out loud!"

Charun smirks, then takes their salad fork and then jabs it into their salad.

"It's so not happening," you say. "It's just as likely as..." you struggle for names at random. Who the hell would be the most likely people to shack up spontaneously? "As UNLIKELY! As Bronya and Skylla shacking up!"

Charun rolls their eyes. "Just as likely as a bad coffee pot taking flight."

"...Wait, what?" you ask. "What do you mean by that!?"


 

Your name is Skylla Koriga, and as you run your hands through your hair to straighten out the tangles Bronya put there, you glance about the floor of your room in the recently built inn and try to figure out... "Where did my pants go?"

Bronya just giggles from beside you, and says, "I think those ended up soaking in the bathtub along with my shirt."

Oh. Right. That made sense considering the soak they needed after a run-in with a mysteriously flying coffee maker. What the hell was even up with that?


 

Your name is Rose Lalonde, and on occasion you like to catch up with the owner of the other half of the power set belonging to the crystal that exploded out of their eye into your skull.

All it takes to find Cirava Hermod is a tug at the strings of wormhole travel you possess in your cat form and POP-WOOSH, you find them somewhere.

Usually, that somewhere is in their room smoking some soporific drug that barely affects them thanks to their adaptive biology, listening to some LOW-FI HIP-HOP BEATS slowly being streamed from their computer into the internet.

Today, however, you find Cirava out in the middle of some market on Diaspora, chatting it up with Argo and Jade about...
Pants?

"--So then they asked me," Cirava tells a story you've never heard before, "'But seriously. Where are your pants?' And I just stared and blinked and checked and I said to them, 'Honestly, I don't think I was ever wearing any to begin with.'"

Argo barely suppresses her laughter, while Jade doesn't even bother trying.

"Hello there," you say, joining their group. "What have I missed?"

"Oh, Rose!" Cirava grins. "Hey there, again, my pink furred savior! What brings you around to this fine market on a day like today?"

"Just checking in on friends and such," you say, wriggling your ears. "What's up here?"

"Oh, we're just waiting on John to finish haggling with the manager over a deal on the Alternian Equivalent of Ground Pork," Jade explains. "Joey said she was going to make spaghetti tonight, but apparently the pig farms are kind of on the verge of closing down with all the evacuation stuff, so... Yeah. Expensive meat."

"I was grocery shopping too when I saw miss Argo over here and realized I'd spaced out congratulating your friends on their newly minted relationship!" Cirava says, grinning. "I mean, I've ran into Miss John and Mister Jade on occasion since then but-" They stop. "Wait. Hold on." They frown, then correct, "Sorry, I got that backwards. Mister John and Miss Jade."

"It's fine," Jade says, though you notice Argo blinking as if processing something she hadn't thought of before.

"Right, well, I'd met them individually on occasion, but never together at once, so," Cirava smiles. "I figured I'd complete the set at once, ya know?"

"Naturally," You smile. "So... beyond waiting for John to haggle, how are things going with you, Cirava?"

"Oh, you know how it goes," Cirava smiles, tapping at the fancy plastic eyepatch they've got now. You hadn't even noticed until attention was drawn to it! "Picked up some new bling, other day. Not too different from the last one, but different enough to be a better fit for my style. Gotta just roll with what feels right in the moment! Heh."

Again, you see Argo blinking, while Jade replies, "Oh! It's really nice! I thought it was new but I wasn't sure or not how to ask."

"When you're not sure," Cirava says, smiling, "sometimes the best thing you can do is ask. Better to look stupid for a moment wearing the wrong high-fi jazz before you upgrade and get a proper low-fi flow going on, than to just... keep wearing the wrong look all the time. You follow me?"

"I... think I get it?" Jade's ears pop up and flex into a confused position. "Sort of."

"Actually, yeah, I follow," you say, eyeing Argo nodding as well. "We've all got our preferred color schemes, after all, but it took us a while to figure out the styles of how we dressed."

Argo frowns slightly, but nods just the same. She's being oddly quiet. Something's up. You should--

"HAHA!" And then John walks away from a large counter with a large package of ground up meat. "I won!!"

"Woah! That sure is a lot!" Jade gasps. "We're going to be having left overs for weeks with that much!!"

"Heh," Argo finally speaks up. "At the rate the three of us burn through food, Jade? It probably won't even last us a week."

Okay, maybe you were over-reacting a little. Still. You make a mental note to talk with Argo later.


 

EARTH DATE: JULY 9TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 01/10/0003.

163 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is Joey Claire and as you step through the Stargate back onto the familiar ramp in the SGC, you breath a sigh of relief upon seeing the team of armed soldiers standing at the bottom of the ramp. One of them is wearing a business suit, though. Normally, you'd be panicking like hell, but you know they're not here for you. Not this time.

Colonel Simmons steps through the Gate a moment later, with Xefros and Baizli pushing him through. Closing out the group is Polypa, who steps through while holding a stun rifle aimed squarely at Simmon's head before the Gate shuts down.

"Colonel Frank Simmons," Business Suit Guy at the bottom of the ramp says, smirking gleefully as he steps forwards. "I'm Agent Malcom Barret, representing the joint interests of the NID, CIA, FBI, SGC, and a whole lot of other people who want to ask you a whole lot of questions. And it is with great pleasure that I place you under arrest for crimes against Country, Common Sense, and frankly, a decent wardrobe." He frowns at the garrish outfit that had been provided for the Colonel. "What are you even wearing??"

"An Ancient Traditional Alternian Pre-execution Mockery Outfit," Baizli supplies, even as Simmons groans.

"They took away my cool leather Jacket for this monstrosity of an outfit," he says. "It was real Unas Leather!!"

Everyone who knows what an Unas is glares daggers at Simmons for that offensive remark.

"You should be glad we're returning it to the people you killed for it so it can be privately destroyed rather than making you watch it be evaporated by the Stargate," Polypa remarks, pushing forwards with the barrel of the stun rifle against Simmon's skull. "Now get walking."


 

Once Simmons has been securely loaded up in a cell to 'divulge' his 'important' information to the SGC via Agent Barret, you feel relaxed enough to meet General Hammond in his office as per his request.

"You asked to see me, Sir?" You ask, knocking on the open door frame.

"Miss Claire," he smiles and nods in greeting. "Please come in, and close the door."

You do such. "What can I do for you, General?"

"I need you to deliver this letter, personally, to Okurii Leijon when you return to Alternia," Hammond says, pulling open a drawer to retrieve a wax sealed letter. "It's regarding a matter of great importance."

"Such as?" You ask, captchaloguing the letter once you've been handed it.

"Please keep this confidential," Hammond says. "We're planning out the limited Disclosure of the Stargate Program to certain interested countries here on Earth."

"Not full disclosure, though?" You ask.

"Hopefully not," Hammond says, "though China has been aggressively protesting one of our cover stories recently, threatening to go public with their information. We've managed to keep them at bay for the moment, stating we're planning a meeting to discuss certain questioned events privately, but that can only last for so long before they decide we're either stalling for time- which we're not- or planning on bullshitting them some more with cover stories nobody will buy."

"That's.... some heavy news, sir," you say. "Anything I can do to help beyond delivering this letter?"

"At the moment, no," Hammond says, "but I'll let you know if something comes up. Hopefully, we'll be able to convince China and the other nations invited that the Stargate Program needs to remain secret for the time being- at least, until we can safely end the threat that Anubis and Lord English pose to both our galaxies."

"It's going to be a lot to take in," you frown. "You'd better have one hell of a cohesive narrative in order before going into this, Sir. Especially if Senator Kinsey digs his nose into things."

"Major Vantas and Major Strider are working together to schedule out everything we need at the moment," Hammond says. "Hopefully, we can undermine any arguments the Senator might make before he makes them."

"Here's hoping," you agree. "...Is there anything else, before I go?"

"Nothing really comes to mind," Hammond says, though his tone of voice implies he has several questions he's very pointedly NOT asking. "Though, if there's anything you'd like to discuss?"

"We know Simmons came through the Supergate," you say, "did it show up at the coordinates we were told it would, or did they diverge course somewhere else?"

"Our Tok'ra contacts aboard Anubis' fleet reported that the Supergate arrived as scheduled at the prearranged location where they performed the dial out where Simmons went through the Gate," Hammond says. "Before they began moving it to a new location, Anubis appeared to try to dial out to another Supergate, but it failed to connect."

"Good," you sigh in relief. "That means English is still rebuilding his Supergate. Where's Milky Way's right now?"

"Still in transit," Hammond answers. "We haven't heard back from the Tok'ra as to if it's arrived at the new location yet."

"Let us know when it does," you say. "We've got preparations to make now that we've got another doorway between our Galaxies."

"That we do," Hammond agrees. "I've lined out some propositions about that, unrelated to the Disclosure plans, in that letter to Miss Leijon."

"I'll let her know," you say, and trail off...

Hammond then nods to the door, "Dismissed, Miss Claire."

"Thank you, Sir," you say, and then leave the way you came.

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EARTH DATE: JULY 15TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 01/16/0003.

157 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

DING DONG goes the doorbell.

Your name is DIRK STRIDER, and you yell out, "Dave! Door!!"

"BUSY!" he yells back from the back of the house. Yeah, busy alright. Busy making out with his new boyfriend that's what. Blah Blah. Lovestuck Brother.

"YOU OWE ME!" You yell out in return, then smile apologetically to the young girl who's been thoroughly trouncing you at CHECKERS. "Sorry, be right back."

"Kay," Nepeta chirps, and since it was her turn anyways, takes one of your pieces.

Damn it.

You go to the door and open it wide. It's a blonde, pretty, but with a slight look to her face that tells you she's nothing but trouble. She's also... familiar? Also, camera dude behind her.

"Hi, I'm Julia Donovan, for Inside Access," Says the REPORTER. Ah, yeah, that'd explain it. "Are you Davis Strider?"

"No," you say, "this is Patrick Swayzy."

"Well, 'Major Swayzy'," Mrs. Donovan begins- wait, no, what? Does she think you're Dave? Fuck this shit. It's way too early in the morning for this nonsense. "Would you like to answer a few questions regarding Project Prometheus?"

...Fuck it, you're gonna screw with her. You were never a fan of "!NSIDE ACCESS" beyond their super attractive weather man anyways.

"Yeah, sure, why not," you reply, surprising her.

"Well!" She regains her composure quickly. "My sources tell me that the Government is spending millions upon billions of dollars building a nuclear reactor in the desert out in--" Ah a leading question, there's just enough of a pause for you to interrupt with-

"The Gobi Desert?" You put on your best straight faced impersonation of your brother. "Sorry, but you've got it wrong. We're not building Nukes, we're building a giant Puppet Porn Studio. Your tax dollars at work, America."

"I- What?" Mrs. Donovan asks.

"You heard me," you stress. "Puppet. Porn. Soon we'll be dragging an obscenely long kermit cock across people's faces and they'll be moaning out America's praises on the shadiest parts of the internet. Soft, foam asses, just jutting out impudently, all waiting to be smacked." You could wax poetic about this. Infact, you think you will. "Bounce a coin off that ass, it ain't going nowhere. It's going to take a nice long rest between takes, smothering itself between the cleft cheeks of cherry red and lime green."

"Oh god," The cameraman mutters, looking a bit pale beneath the collar.

"And oh, lo, the puppet war-hawks will cry out with glee as they chirp out the most obscene phrases you've ever heard while they fuck over the economy- bent over like-"

"AND WE'RE DONE HERE!" And away Julia Donovan leaves, a flustered look on her face.

"Aw, come on! I didn't even get into the grey skinned alien puppet orgies!!" You yell after them. "PLEASE COME AGAIN!" you ask as they slam their van doors shut and drive off with squealing tires.

Man, look at them go. Cowards. Afraid to face the truth that they, too, could use a little puppet love in their life.


 

EARTH DATE: JULY 16TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 01/17/0003.

156 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

"Major Samantha Carter!!"

Your name is Jolinar and you feel Sam wince as she walks out of her house to head to her car.

'Damn it, of course she'd try someone else the next day,' Sam thinks to herself.

After hearing how Dave's brother single-handedly turned this lady away from asking questions, you and Sam have been bracing for this inevitable confrontation.

This time, your goal is to get as much information out of the woman, Julia Donovan, likely mother to 'Jami Donovan' (actually Mandy Donovan) who Argo recently dealt with. See how much she knows.

"Yes, what is it?" Sam asks, turning to face them.

"Julia Donovan, Inside Access," the reporter gets right to it. "What do you know about a secret government project codenamed 'Prometheus'?"

"Even if that were a real thing, I couldn't talk about it," Carter replies.

"Bullshit!" Donovan counters. "It is very much a real thing! Billions of tax-payer dollars are being funneled into it for no discernible reason! A mineral known as 'Trinium' is being shipped in bulk from a production facility here in Colorado Springs to a desert in Arizona." And then she brandishes a vial with a silver material inside.

Well, that's not good, you realize. Actual Trinium- or atleast, something sharing its name.

"Sorry," Sam says, "never heard of it."

"Of course not," Donovan frowns. "What about Project Heir?"

"Sorry, what's that supposed to be?" Sam asks.

"I've heard two claims," Donovan begins, "one is that it's a code name for a secret Alien Invasion Task-force, currently infiltrating the government, which, honestly, that's hard for me to believe."

Argo's claim to the daughter, you muse.

"Sounds like someone just trolling," Sam agrees.

"The other option I've heard is that it's a secret government program cloning super soldiers for a new world war."

Well, it definitely was a secret cloning program making a super soldier, but... not to that degree.

"I can assure you, Miss Donovan, if such a program did exist, we'd never call it something ridiculous like 'Project Heir,'" Sam says.

"Fair enough," Donovan concedes. "But as for Prometheus-"

"If a Project Prometheus did exist," Sam interjects, "surely we wouldn't name it after a Greek God who was cast into the bowels of the Earth to be pecked alive by birds."

Donovan considers that, then, warily, says, "If you're about to go on a rant about birds or puppet birds or whatever, I'm afraid this interview is over."

YES. Your moment has arrived!

You poke Sam, and she lets you speak, sans voice echo, "Alas, Poor Puppet Prometheus. For he gave the gift of knowledge of fire to man, and yet forgot the fact that he himself was so terribly, cruelly, flammable."

"What the HELL is wrong with you people," Donovan's camera man yells, turning to leave.

Donovan just turns to leave a moment later, pausing only to say, "You can try to hide the truth behind insane comments, but it WILL come to light one day. You won't get away with this."

And so you and Sam watch her and her Cameraman storm off, and then drive off in a huff.

Once they're gone, Sam takes out her cell phone, and dials Hammond's office. "Sir? This is Major Carter. Donovan definitely knows way more than she should. It's time we make the call to her studio."


 

Your name is Colonel Jack O'neill and you smile and wave cheerfully as Julia Donovan walks into the meeting room at "!NSIDE ACCESS"'s penthouse floor.

"What is this?" She asks of her boss. "Some kind of ambush!?" She turns to glare at you. "If this is some attempt to squash my story, I'll go international!!"

"Relax, Julia," her boss, AL MARTELL, says. "Let's not go threatening treasonous actions right off the bat."

"Treason!?" Julia cries out. "What are you even talking about, Al?"

"I got a call from the President of the United States, Julia," her boss informs her. "Your story's landed us in serious hot water."

"I- What?" Julia stares. "Is this a joke?"

"No joke, Misses Donovan," you say.

"So you just want me to stop my story? Not tell ANYONE about this?" Julia asks.

"On the contrary," you say. "We want you to film everything, but sit on it until we're ready for disclosure."

"I-- What?? Seriously?" Julia asks. "We film it and you just sit on it for a hundred years? Or worse, just destroy it after we film it?"

"No," Her boss says. "We sit on it for a few years at most, and when they're ready for disclosure, we get the exclusive video release before everyone else."

"That- what??" Poor, Poor Julia Donovan. She's had a number done in on her sanity the last few days.

"As of right now," you say, "our government is preparing for a limited disclosure of certain projects to the governments of several other countries, with consideration and expectation for full disclosure to the civilian population within the decade. Prometheus is one of these projects."

"....What about Project Heir?" she asks.

"While that's not on our disclosure list," you say, "that's because it's also not our project to disclose. What I can tell you right here and now is that it's a code name of a program we're in the process of shutting down, and are in the long and involved process of hunting down the persons responsible. Other than that, I can't say more. Not in this office. It's not secure." You pointedly give her a firm look, "Security Leaks are a major concern for us, I'm sure you understand."

Julia frowns. "Okay, I can accept that for the moment. But I'm not giving up my source."

"Not here, of course," you smile. "But Mister Martell has already volunteered your source after the filming is complete."

"Really, Al?" She sighs. "Alright, fine. Where are we going and when?"


 

EARTH DATE: JULY 17TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 01/18/0003.

155 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

Your name is JONAS QUINN and you feel unsteady as you wait with Samantha Carter for the TELEVISION CREW to arrive. Their vans are but black dots in the distance rapidly approaching across the desert.

"Here we go," Major Carter says. "Time for everything to get complicated."

"Colonel O'neill and Teal'c are in position already, right?" You ask.

"Yeah," Carter nods. "If they try anything fishy, we'll be ready."

According to COLONEL FRANK SIMMONS, certain interests in Anubis' court were seeking to capture and destroy Project Prometheus, the X-303, to keep Earth from entering that particular stage of the galactic scene. It fit with what CASSANDRA FRAISER had predicted, and so certain names had been FILTERED OUT of the TELEVISION CREW ROSTER.

There was every chance Simmons was lying, of course, but even so... the people who had been chosen showed no red flags of Anubis' corruption or the NID's stupidity.

Everything should go fine.... But just in case, Colonel O'neill and Teal'c were waiting up in orbit on a Tok'ra cargo ship to be ringed down onto the X-303 the moment something went wrong.

And if nothing did go wrong? They would be serving as a handy demonstration of the RING TECHNOLOGY.

Soon enough, Donovan and her boss emerge from their van, with a slew of Cameramen behind them in another car. Two men and a woman were part of this crew, the men with the cameras, and the woman with a BOOM POLE MICROPHONE.

"Is this it?" Donovan asks, staring at the small bunker behind you. "This tiny shed is Prometheus?"

"I guess a billion dollars doesn't buy much these days," her Producer quips.

"It's just an access elevator shed," Major Carter says. "Prometheus is underground." She then motions to you, "Julia Donovan, Al Martell, meet Jonas Quinn. He'll be accompanying us through our tour today."

"Pleasure to meet you," Donovan says, eyeing you. "You're not going to go on any weird rants, now, are you?"

"Not unless you get me talking about the weather channel," you joke, smiling in a hopefully disarming way.

"Sorry about the Puppet thing," Major Carter apologizes. “We heard that you’d gotten Dave’s brother by accident and he, well... his sense of humor is eclectic at best.”

“Dave Strider’s... brother??” Donovan blinks. “I had the right house but the wrong brother? Damn it. No wonder he trolled us. He probably didn’t even know anything.”

“It’s a common saying among some friends of ours that if you’re going to troll for something in the wrong places, chances are you’ll just get trolled instead,” you remark.

“Anyways,” Major Carter coughs. “Shall we get started?”

“Yes, let’s,” Donovan nods, and with that, Carter begins the unlock procedure to open the elevator. Pass card swiped, pass code entered, and then down the four of you go, with the camera crew to follow.

“How far down are we going?” Martell asks.

“Several hundred feet,” Carter answers.

“Before we begin with Prometheus,” Donovan starts, “what about Project Heir? What is it?”

“It is an illegal, genetic modification program run by a woman code-named Nirrti,” You explain, “She once planned on creating some ultimate child warrior to use as her personal soldier, but we managed to foil her plans and rescue the children she had been experimenting on.”

“So... no alien conspiracy to take over the world?” Donovan asks.

“Not from those children, no,” Carter shakes her head. “They’re victims of a cruel woman’s plans. We had her in custody not too long ago, until someone broke her and her body decoys out of prison. We’re in the process of tracking her down again.”

“When we find her, we have no plans on arresting her again,” you add. “She’s going down. Permanently. The people who broke her out are just as unpleasant as she is, if not more so.”

“That sounds horrible,” Martell says. “But... if she’s truly such a monster...”

“What kind of mutations are we talking about here?” Donovan asks.

“It varies,” Carter replies. “Self induced Bio-luminescence is on the mild end of the spectrum. Full fledged animal traits and exotic abilities are higher on the scale.”

“So, say, flashing eyes and a rumbling voice?” Donovan supplies.

“Yes,” Carter nods.

“I see...” Donovan sighs. “Well, that’s to be expected, I guess.”

A few moments later, the elevator stops.

“We’re here,” Carter says. “Welcome to Project Prometheus...”

And so the elevator doors open, and you four step out into the hangar bay containing the, by earth measures, MASSIVE spaceship. You’ve been informed that scale wise, it’s otherwise very tiny by battle cruiser standards used by other races.

Even so, it’s large, and massive to a human’s perspective, and you’re near the top most level as it is.

The X-303, code name: PROMETHEUS.

“Presenting, the X-303, Earth’s First Inter-stellar capable vehicle,” Major Carter says, smiling at the work that’s been done. “She’s still a work in progress. Some systems aren’t quite operational yet, but we’re expecting she’ll be completely operational by the end of the year.”

Donovan whistles, then, to Martell, says, “I hope you brought a LOT of tape.”

“I’m not entirely sure we did,” he replies.


 

Your name is Samantha Carter and as you give a GUIDED TOUR once the Cameramen have arrived to record the introduction and tour, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride to be able to show off. Jolinar is loving every moment of it, too.

“We based the technology off of several alien space crafts that we’ve acquired pieces of over the years from crash landings, and the like,” you half-lie.

“Conspiracy Theorists will be mad if I don’t ask,” Donovan says, “so... Roswell?”

“Haha, no,” You laugh. “Roswell, believe it or not, wasn’t an Alien space craft. But it wasn’t a weather baloon either. It was a failed test at a fighter jet based off of similar alien technology. Set back research into this technology by a few good decades.”

Jonas eyes you and gives a smile- meanwhile, Jolinar laughs at the remark.

You’ve got to get your jokes in where you can, otherwise what’s the point of this?

Besides, nobody would ever believe the fact that Roswell was actually just the crashed wreckage of several ships that had disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle the week before. It was just too implausible.

As you finally reach the X-303's BRIDGE, Martell decides this is as good of a place as any to film an INTRODUCTION SEQUENCE, and tells his crew to set up.

You decide to take the opportunity to go get a DRINK OF WATER from the hopefully functioning cafeteria.

Alas, as it would turn out, the door to the cafeteria was stuck shut at the present moment, so you were forced to turn back.

It was due to that timing that you came across one of the camera-men, wielding a ZAT.

Naturally, you do the only sensible thing and rush the man- he's too stunned to get a zat shot off in time and you manage to wrest the device away from him and turn it on him.

PCH-ZYU!

...Damn it all. How the hell had they smuggled a ZAT onboard? You sigh, and quickly find a broom closet to lock the guy into. You... think the rooms on this floor are pressurized? Yeah, the air locks are working on Level 4, he should be fine just in case the camera crew gets any bright ideas and tries to-

That's when you hear the hyperdrive kicking over in a very unpleasant way.

Ah. Right. Naquadria core. That'd explain Cassie's warnings about a nuclear pothole the size of an entire state.


 

Meanwhile, up in high orbit, much to the confusion of Mikari/Jolinar, Colonel O'neill and Teal'c were juggling to pass the time.

Nobody said anything, though the Alternian girl/Time Traveling Tok'ra clapped in approval of their skills.

Time passes rather slowly up on the Cargoship, but that's fine. Your name is DAVIS STRIDER, and you're trying to write up some DATING ADVICE for your temporally displaced future daughter, not that you're sure half of it applies.

And then the console beeps an alert- and then another one. Oh boy, two separate alerts at once. Shit has hit the fan, that's for sure.

"Carter's turned on her SOS beacon," Mikari/Jolinar reports, and Teal'c and the Colonel waste no time rushing into the Ring Room. "And... oh. Goody. Hammond's just passed along a message that the would-be camera crew are actually rogue NID agents requesting the immediate release and turn over of Adrian Conrad and Frank Simmons or else they blow up the entire X-303."

"Good to know!" O'neill calls out, and then- SKREEEE! The Ring platform squeals and does its churning metal thudding sounds.

"How the hell did they manage to pull that one off?" You ask once the cargo ship then goes silent.

"Likely? Hidden Zat guns somewhere in the camera supplies," Mikari frowns. "Does it matter?"

"Beyond basic academic curiosities? Hell no," you say, and get back to writing your letter.

"Uhh... guys?"

...You and Mikari turn around to look at the Rings to see that.... no, they haven't wooshed Colonel O'neill and Teal'c away. Instead, the metal objects continue to float.

"Is this supposed to happen?" O'neill asks.

And then Jolinar definitely swears what's probably a very common Tok'ra swear when nothing goes right.

"I believe they've blocked our ring transport some how," Teal'c muses, idly glancing at the rings stuck floating around him and the Colonel.

"Ya think?" O'neill asks in return, sarcasm obvious. "How the hell did they manage THAT?"


 

Meanwhile, on the X-303, a certain BOOM-STICK MICROPHONE STAND lays spread from corner to corner across the ring room- speared from one wall straight into the other, and sturdy and solid enough to be preventing the transport rings from raising ANY HIGHER than half way up their total raising height.

The metal pole made out of TRINIUM flexes and bends and wobbles, but remains steadfastly, stubbornly in place, even as the rings try to rise up to complete their pre-programmed nature.

It seems someone thought far, far ahead.


 

Your name is JONAS QUINN, and you groan back to consciousness after being ZAT'D. You find yourself in the ENGINE ROOM, handcuffed to a wall bracket. Next to you is a similarly waking up JULIA DONOVAN, who is also similarly arrested.

Huh, looks like someone wasn't in on the plan. You eye the PRODUCER BOSS GUY, Al MARTELL, who's typing at a computer.

"SNrk- Wha-?" And now Julia's awake. "Al!? What's going on!?"

"Just keep your mouth closed, Julia," Martell says, "and you get to go home to your daughter."

"...You're working with them," you observe. "You were the one who gave Julia Donovan all her information, wern't you?"

"They're paying me too much," Martell answers. "Just keep quiet and sit still and nobody gets hurt."

"Where's Major Carter?" you ask.

"Just! Keep Quiet!" He turns around, pointing a ZAT at you, a fearful look in his eyes. "Please! Just- Keep quiet and this will all be over soon enough!"

...Well, that's not good. You hope Sam and Jolinar are okay.


 

You are once again Jolinar along for the ride as Sam crawls through the access tunnels between floors. You're searching for the power cables for the SUBLIGHT ENGINES to SABOTAGE THEM and prevent the ship from taking off so-

PVVVVM-SHING!!!

And then suddenly you find yourselves lying on the floor of an Asgard ship's bridge.

"Major Carter, Miss Jolinar," greets a familiar voice, and you both look up to see THOR sitting at his commander's chair. "It is good to see you again. My apologies for taking you from your Maintenance of the hyperdr-"

"Sorry," Carter interjects, "not maintenance. Hostage situation, actually. Sort of."

Thor's eyes go comically wide.


 

"Yeah, the rings are caught up in some kind of feedback loop," you're now Mikari Aiikho, and you're not happy. "Our rings have a lock on the X-303's rings, but the receiving rings are stuck in some kind of lockdown mode at the moment despite the fact we're getting an all clear signal. Jolinar's never seen anything like it, and quite frankly, neither have I."

"Has Sam gotten in contact with you yet?" Jolinar asks.

"No. Unfortunately, she's remained out of contact with the communication's blackout they've put on the ship," Hammond says. "We've already begun extraditing Conrad and Simmons to the X-303, however."

"Is that such a good idea, Sir?" O'neill calls from the ring room- still stuck in there.

"Is that a good idea?" Strider repeats.

"Since we have confirmation from Cassandra that they'd blow up the X-303 if we'd have killed Simmons," Hammond says, "it's the best option we have."

"Alright," you say, "keep us in the loop if you hear anything."

"Will do," Hammond says, "SGC out."

"While we have the time siting on our asses doing nothing, I'd like to complain," you hear O'neill remark from the Ring room. "There's something that's been bugging me about this whole Daniel situation, Teal'c."

"About?" Teal'c asks.

"The fact that these 'Ascended Beings' have him beating up Anubis' forces and ships and what not," O'neill explains, "but WHY haven't they just sent him after Anubis to begin with? Kind of lost the element of sur-"

PVVVVM-SHING!

The Rings continue to stay floating in the air despite the pad being cleared.

"Well," Strider remarks, "I guess that means the rings finally worked. Sort of..."

"Suppose so," you shrug, frowning. "Though... that didn't sound like the usual sound they make."

That's when the Cargo Ship's sensors detect an ASGARD VESSEL coming out from around the moon.

"...Or that could explain it," Jolinar remarks.


 

You're back to being Jonas Quinn, still tied up. Still wondering exactly how the hell you're going to get out of this.

"I can't find Paul," a female voice speaks over the radio. "He's not responding and he didn't get back after going to find Major Carter."

"She probably took him out," Martell replies. "Archer, go look for him." There's a long pause. "Archer??"

"...Archer come in?" The female asks.

"Damn it," Martell sighs. "She got to him too. Okay, let's-"

"GAH!" And then the female goes silent.

"...Sanders? Sanders! Come in!" Martell yells out. Then, he turns to glare at you- "WHAT. IS MAJOR CARTER. DOING!?"

"How should I know?" You ask, glaring back at him. "I've been tied up here the entire time."

"That's--!"

VWRRRRMMM-OOP.

"HEY GUYS! HOW'S IT HANGIN?"

And then Martell whirls around and fires his Zat gun several times at the suddenly appeared Major Carter.

Each and every shot goes right through the hologram of her and against the overlook window behind her.

"W...What the-?" And then PCH-ZYU!!! Martell goes down as a Zat shot from outside the engine room arcs though the door and slams into him.

"Wh...what just happened?" Julia asks, voice wavering in concern as her boss hits the floor.

"That'd be a very timely rescue!" says Colonel O'neill as he enters the engine room, smirking as he lowers his Zat gun.

"Colonel!" You grin.

"Jonas," O'neill says as he kneels down to search Martell for any other important items, such as handcuff keys. He finds one, and as he then stands up, ostensibly to head over to release you, he pauses to look at the hologram and says, "Carter, get down here and shut down this hyperdrive. I do NOT want our fancy new ship getting blown up."

"Yes sir!" and then Major Carter vanishes from sight, wavering and vanishing away with hologram technology, only to reappear a moment later with a burst of light and a PVVVM-SHING!!

"I am so confused right now," Julia whispers as O'neill continues over to start unlocking your cuffs.

"Yeah, that's about how it usually goes," O'neill says.


 

Colonel Frank Simmons and the Goa'uld inside Adrian Conrad were not having a pleasant conversation as they were off loaded from their truck and brought to an elevator platform in the middle of the desert.

No, 'pleasant' and 'conversation' were about as far away from what they were doing as could be considered physically possible.

That said, when the both of them suddenly found themselves onboard an ASGARD MOTHERSHIP, separated from freedom to the rest of the ship by a DOOR, and a FORCEFIELD, behind which were the unconscious team members of the NID SQUAD that had tried to rescue them, and also every member of SG-1 and an Asgard standing there. Colonel O'neill was smiling and waving.

Needless to say, Conrad and Simmons wasted no time in blaming the other for their failed plans, wrestling and fighting and generally trying to kill each other.

Simmons got the bright idea to try to open the door by slamming Conrad into all three control buttons. Surprisingly for both of them, the door opened.

Also, very, VERY surprisingly for both of them, so too opened the door just a bit further beyond it, leading directly into the hard vacuum of space, and both Goa'uld and NID agent went tumbling out into the void of space.

Everyone on the other side of the force shield stared for a moment as the airlock doors then closed, then O'neill remarked, "You know, we probably should have locked that door first."

"Indeed," Teal'c agreed with a nod.

"I will look into whatever programming error allows all three buttons to be pressed at once," Thor added. "That... that should not have happened."


 

"So... Thor, Buddy, pal o' mine," Your name is Colonel O'neill, and, "while it's good to see you back on your feet- went for the new Body, I see?- to what do we owe you this timely visit?"

"We Asgard have a problem with the Replicators," Thor says.

"What kind of problem?" Carter asks.

"We engaged a plan using a command code we found burried within the dead android you sent us," Thor explains. "Using this 'Call Forward' command, the Replicators were drawn to the source of the call, where we had laid a trap for them on our home planet. A Time Dilation Field and a Disruptor Wave Device lay in wait in the oldest building there, encased in a solid shell of a material we thought the Replicators would be unable to penetrate with their corrosive attacks in time."

"That's... ambitious," Carter muses. "Get them all in one place, and stun them with time so you can hit all of them at once with the Disruptor wave."

"It seemed the most expedient way of eliminating them..." Thor pauses, "however, the device's remote timer failed to function as designed."

"So the Replicators have over run your home planet, which you decided to trap them on for some reason," You summarize.

"Indeed," Thor says, "and worse, the reason the time device failed to function as designed was that it fired in reverse. The disruptor failed to fire entirely."

"That's..." Carter trails off, stunned, and quite frankly. So are you. "The device created a bubble of accelerated time instead of slowed time?"

"Indeed," Thor nods. "The whole of the Asgard Civilization currently resides in the void between our two galaxies, waiting for someone to come up with a solution. I came here to Earth to see if you had any ideas, or were willing to offer your assistance. I was nearing orbit when my ship detected the overloading hyperdrive signature."

"Thanks for the help with that, by the way," you say.

"You're welcome," Thor says.

"I'm not exactly sure how we can help with this, though," Carter says. "I'm not even sure how we'd be able to get past the time acceleration bubble safely."

"I too was unsure," Thor muses, "however, upon seeing your unfinished ship, an Idea, crazy as it may sound, occurred to me."

"What Idea?" you ask, not quite liking the sound of it.

"Your X-303 is presently unfinished. Many systems are inoperable. Even with the structural integrity modifications I can apply, even temporarily, to your ship to allow it to safely pass through the time field, it would make for an unappealing target for the Replicators," Thor says. "You could potentially slip in past their defenses, find the time device, which is still active, and properly activate it again before escaping. While I doubt the Disruptor is still intact, and likely has been consumed, even stalling the Replicators inside a bubble of slowed time would be enough for us to come up with a new plan."

For a few moments, you consider, and then say, "Well, it's not the craziest plan we've ever done."

"Not even crazier than flying into a black hole to rescue SG-10 from being spaghettified?" Carter asks.

"Nope," you say, "that one is WAY crazier."

"....Okay, yeah, fair enough," Carter agrees.

You turn to Thor, and say, "I'll talk with Hammond, see if he okays using the 303."

"That is really all that I can ask of you," Thor says, nodding his head in agreement. "In the mean time, I will help in preparing the X-303 for the mission, as well as make note of any upgrades the Asgard are willing to share once we have the ability and time to make them. It is the least I can do."

"Thanks," Carter says, smiling. "It'll be fun showing you what we've got planned for it."

"When I was young, I once enjoyed model ship building as a hobby," Thor remarks, prepping the transport beams to send you all to where you need to go.

PVVVVM-SHING!

There's no way Hammond is going to go for this, though.

Chapter Text

EARTH DATE: JULY 18TH, 1999.

DIASPORA DATE: 01/19/0003.

154 DAYS UNTIL EVACUATION DEADLINE.

The hangar bay doors opened a gaping maw in the desert floor, and out from it emerged the bulking form of the X-303. It lifted up and up and up, and then tilted towards the upper atmosphere and WHOOOOSH.

Away the ship went, with its engines firing off and ascending and ascending and ascending.

And then, it was in orbit, it stayed there briefly for a few moments before coming up to rest beneath the belly of the Asgard Ship in orbit, where it was secured with tractorbeams, and then- WHOOSH! A hyperspace window opened up and both ships vanished, hurtling across space towards the Ida Galaxy.


 

"They didn't go for it," your name is Colonel O'neill and you're feeling a bit DISAPPOINTED.

"What?" Carter asks, working on the new timer interface device. "But we're already leaving for-"

"That's not what I meant," you quckly interject. "We're still doing this, but... They didn't go for the name I suggested!"

Carter puts down her tools, and looks at you, seriously, "What name did you suggest?"

"Enterprise," you answer.

"It's already in use with the Space Shuttle," Carter tells you.

"That's what they told me!" You protest. "So I suggested something else, too."

"What?" Carter asks, smiling faintly.

"The Homer," you say.

Carter laughs. "While I appreciate the mythology naming scheme choice, wouldn't the Illiad be a better choice? Or the Odyessy maybe?"

"Uh..." you blink. "Honestly, I was going for the Simpsons."

"Ah," Carter nods. "Let me guess, Hammond figured it out and shot it down?"

"Yup," you nod.

"We could always just go with the Project name," Carter says. "Prometheus." There's a pause, then she says, "And Yes, Jolinar, I know what I said to Julia Donovan but-" She winces.

"She's laughing?" You take a wild guess.

"Very much so," Carter sighs.

"What about," and then Jonas Quinn walks over, "the Dante?"

"As in... Inferno?" You ask, frowning.

"Well, we are basically marching headlong into the depths of hell," Jonas says. "Who knows what we're going to find."


 

Several hours of flight later, the X-303 and Thor's ship arrived outside the solar system that the time bubble had been encompassed around.

It was with a wish of good luck that Thor departed, and the X-303 began to travel towards the former Asgard home planet.

With the time dilation field in place, there was no telling how many thousands of years had passed for the Replicators on the planet or what they had done to it.

What SG-1 found was a planet whose surface had been completely smoothed over and was perfectly round. No oceans or mountains existed- and this flat, impossible surface resulted in a massive, planet wide storm.

And most oddly enough... there were no orbiting ships. Every Replicator Controlled ship in the system was parked on the planet's surface.

The X-303 would land near the only non ship structure on the planet, and SG-1 would disembark, carefully, warily keeping their P-90s and shotguns aimed at any replicator ship nearest to them out of precaution as they headed for the building.

A thought occurred to Carter, and she checked the ground, brushing away a layer of dust on its surface to find that the planets perfectly regular surface was only such due to the VAST IMPROBABLY MULTITUDE of Replicator Blocks covering the planet.

"There must be millions of blocks there," she mused. "Dormant? Resting, probably."

"What are they all waiting for?" the Colonel would ask.

"Don't know," Carter muses. "Maybe they couldn't shut down the time device?"

"Let's hope they stay asleep then," Jonas says.

And so they entered the building.


 

Your name is JOLINAR and you feel a tense sensation rising through you as you realize this building is, for some reason, left entirely as it was before. It's normal bricks and mortar and... it's old.

It's old and yet its CLEAN. Despite the dirt covering the surface from the storms, there is not a trace of it inside the place anywhere.

The idea of REPLICATORS doing BASIC CLEANING CHORES?? It's... it's unthinkable.

Someone or something is living here. Yet... the Replicators can't be said to be LIVING. So what is going on here??

As you make your way through the facility you soon come across a room full of tables. No, not just tables... mortuary tables.

There are bodies lying here, human at first glance except... not.

A man, a woman, and another man lie nude here, except they're not. They lack the anatomical detail that would mark them human. And beyond that... they've clearly been DAMAGED in some way.

"Creepy life sized Barbie dolls," O'neill mutters, glancing at the chest wound in the first man. "Eeesh. This is familiar."

Sam moves over, and you see what he means. A large, gaping maw of a gash goes clean through the FIRST'S BODY from neck to gut, revealing delicate innards that look almost exactly like...

"Reese," Sam breathes out. "They must have found her body and tried to replicate her technology." Sam looks at the SECOND BODY, the woman's, and sees a wound very similar to the First's. "Not just that, they're evolving. This one's insides are completely different. Smaller, more efficient."

You poke Sam and she lets you take over to examine the THIRD, with wounds matching, but the insides are just... almost PURE SILVER. There's a basic interior SKELETON made of basic Replicator blocks, but other than that, it's just... SILVER DUST. "This isn't just a mortuary. It's a dissection lab."

"So not just creepy dolls," Jonas mutters. "But creepy dolls who were torn apart because they weren't up to par."

"Let's keep moving," O'neill says, and you push further into the facility.

Soon, you come upon the central room Thor described- the one with the TIME DEVICE and the PRIMARY DISRUPTOR GENERATOR.

The former is clearly active, and the later has similarly been used. There is a PILE OF SILVER DUST on the floor infront of the machine, with a set of CLOTHES left half buried in it.

"I'm guessing that's another body," you say.

Sam nudges you, and you let her speak, "Probably, yeah. That's... four sets of remains now. They're not only evolving, they're trying to evolve a resistance against the Disruptor tech."

"Great," O'neill gripes. "Guess it doesn't matter we didn't bring any disruptors with us then."

"Indeed," Teal'c frowns.

"Carter, Jolinar, get to work reversing the time machine," O'neill decides, "Teal'c, Jonas, we guard incase whoever's killing Repli-humans comes back."

And so you get to work looking at the time device.

As expected, the CONTROL CONSOLE the Asgard had designed for it has been completely removed, but the NUTRONIUM CASE that was supposed to be impenetrable by the Replicators has has a huge HOLE carved into it. Now, that would be disturbing and and of itself if it had been a circular hole, but as it was?

It was a hole shaped like a GIANT REPLICATOR BLOCK.

Still, the device beneath seems intact. You remove the EARTH-MATERIAL MADE timer device and start hooking it up.

"What do you think you're doing!?"

A chill runs down yours and Sam's spines respectively upon hearing that voice. And you look up just as O'neill growls out "Oh HELL NO!" and starts firing off with his P-90 without hesitation.

The target? REESE, standing whole and active once again, flanked on either side by two OTHER HUMANOIDS, a boy and a girl.

Sam snaps up her own weapon and starts firing off at the same time Jonas and Teal'c do.

Your mind WHIRLS with the implications, watching as the three REPLICATOR HUMANS just tank the explosive barrage of bullets.

The Replicators must have found REESE'S BODY and repaired her somehow. Then... they upgraded her? No, she ran her experiments. She made MORE of herself, starting with the FIRST who was her except male, excactly the same technology. Then she improved with the SECOND when the First died just as easily as she had the first time. But the Second must have failed as well, and so a THIRD was created and HE TOO must have failed in some way, leaving a FOURTH to be tested.

But if he failed as well... Then who were these other two??

Your question comes just as everyone's weapons click silent- out of ammunition.

"Well... that wasn't very NICE," Reese says, a cold, chilling tone filling her voice as she glares at Colonel O'neill. "Fool me once, Colonel, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."

And then a swarm of REPLICATORS emerge from hidden spots in the ceiling and the floor and the walls- one even lands straight on top of your timer and chitters MENACINGLY at you.

"Step away from the console, Major Carter," Reese says, glaring at you. "Or you will die."

"Alright," Sam stands up.

"And put your weapons down," Reese continues, "not that you need them with your ammunition expunged."

This is not good. This is really not good.

O'neill looks around the room at each of you, then grimaces in defeat and throws his P-90 to the ground. You all do the same. Once your guns are dragged away by Replicators, O'neill says, "Alright, what do you want?"

"I had a feeling you'd come, Colonel O'neill," Reese says, voice still cold. "So I prepared, Major Carter. I waited, Teal'c." She looks at each of you in turn, then turns to Jonas. "I Evolved, Doctor Ja-" She stops. "...You are not Doctor Jackson."

"Jonas Quinn," he supplies. "I'm new."

"WHERE." She turns on O'neill, glaring, a burning fire raising in the back of her voice. "IS DOCTOR JACKSON!?"

"...He's dead," O'neill answers, a bit more quietly than you'd expect. He's probably covering for the fact that Daniel ascended to keep Reese from figuring that out.

"...What?" Reese doesn't seem to believe it. "You're lying!!"

"It's true," Jonas says. "He died of a lethal dose of radiation poisoning."

"No..." Reese shakes her head. "NO." And then the room starts shaking. "YOU'RE. LYING!!!"

Every single one of the standard Replicators in the room glow with an ominous red coloring hearkening back to their Mofang branch. The other two human Replicators' eyes FLASH, the boy's a similarly glowing red, the girl's green.

"WE'RE NOT LYING!" You yell out over the sound of the world shaking apart. "HE'S DEAD. HE'S REALLY DEAD!"

Reese's glare turns on you and she SCREAMS--

The world spins for a moment.

Then, the next thing you know, you've hit the back wall of the chamber and Sam's unconscious from the impact. You quickly start healing her injuries, even as Reese storms over to you and then picks you up by the collar.

"We'll SEE about that," she hisses at you, and then JABS HER FUCKING HAND INTO SAM'S HEAD!!!


 

The next thing you know, you're in Sam's body, standing over Sam's unconscious body at the base of the Stargate ramp back in the SGC.

Reese stands nearby, glaring at the door that has a burning fire cutting through it. "You know what the worst part about dying is?" She begins. "I have a sort of black box quick save feature."

The door breaks open, and in steps Colonel O'neill, raising a shotgun-- BANG. The room disorients as if a glitching static feed, and then resets, the torch cutting through it once again.

"In the event of every shut down I have, I'm forced to relive the last day of my life," Reese turns to look at you. "It's pleasant when it's my Father shutting me down, even if out of fear. I got to see him again and again and again." She takes a step towards the ramp. "It's LESS pleasant when I'm forced to relive my own death."

The door breaks open, and in steps Colonel O'neill, raising a shotgun-- BANG. The room disorients as if a glitching static feed, and then resets, the torch cutting through it once again.

"AGAIN." She takes another step. The Door falls with a thud. BANG. "And AGAIN." A step. THUD. BANG. "AND. AGAIN." STEP. THUD. BANG.

"We Didn't Know!" You tell her, picking Sam up and dragging her back towards the Stargate.

"YOU KILLED ME!" SHE SCREAMS- STEP. THUD. BANG. "YOU DIDN'T CARE! I JUST WANTED TO LEAVE!" STEP- CLANG of the Ramp's metal. THUD. BANG. "DOCTOR JACKSON- DANIEL- SAID HE WOULD LET ME LEAVE IF I SHUT MY TOYS DOWN SO I DID!!" CLANG. THUD. BANG. "BUT YOU KILLED! ME! ANYWAYS!!"

CLANG. THUD. BANG.

You keep backing up and backing up but then you run back first into the GATE IRIS- it wasn't there a second ago but it's closed without a sound.

CLANG. THUD. BANG.

Finally, Reese stops, her face hovering mere inches away from yours, and she says, "But I'm willing to let that go if you show me how Doctor Jackson died."

So... you do.

You show her SG-1 taking him from the Stargate to the infirmary. You show her Daniel lying there, bandaged, getting worse. You show her his heart monitor flat lining.

And then you're back in the Gate room, and Reese scowls at you. "Show me the rest."

"That's everything," you say, glancing ever so briefly up at the Gate Room. The girl from before seems to be typing hurriedly at a computer. Why is she here?

"SHOW. ME. THE. REST."

"There's Nothing Else to Show but him SUFFERING!" you hiss at her. "Do you really want to see him going through all of that!?"

Reese's face is incomprehensible--


 

And then the hands are gone and you're slumping to the floor, gasping for breath.

"Carter!" And then O'neill is at your side, checking on you. "Are you okay??"

"Not sure," you rasp out, voice barely a whisper. "Need some rest. Food. Need to heal. Sam's out of it for the moment."

"...Got it." O'neill nods. Then, he stands up and glares at Reese. "Alright. Reese-"

"That's Not My Name." She growls out. "Reese was a child. I am not her anymore."

You could argue that she's still very childlike in her actions.

"Alright. What's your name then?" He asks.

"I am Zero," she says. "The Progenitor." Then, she motions to the boy at her side, the one restraining Teal'c, "This is Fifth," then to the girl, who's restraining Jonas, "And Sixth."

"You went in order," Jonas guesses. "The three corpses we passed were First, Second, and Third, weren't they?"

"And each died to the Disruptor," Reese- because you are NOT calling her PROGENITOR- says. "Fourth was the last of the faulty technology. Fifth was the first to survive. I upgraded myself to match his blueprints, and Sixth is the first of our children to be built immune."

"Your children?" O'neill asks, incredulous. And you're honestly feeling the same.

"They are not toys," Reese says. "Nor are they pets."

"So..." Jonas smiles, but it's a nervous smile. "What now?"

"Now..." Reese smiles in return. It's a fucking cold ass smile that sends shivers down your spine. "Now you may return to your ship to process these events."

...What?

"What??" O'neill asks, confused just the same as "Fifth" and "Sixth" release Teal'c and Jonas.

"I doubt you'll leave without trying to complete whatever mission you came here for," Reese says, turning away. "Escort them out of here, Sixth. Seventh will be finished soon. Fifth and I will need to be there for him."

"Of course, Progenitor," 'Sixth' nods, standing there as Fifth follows after Reese. You watch them go. Their motions are natural, but at the same time... there's a stiff repetition to them that definitely wasn't in Reese's walk cycle before.

After a few moments of silence, 'Sixth' looks at O'neill, then says, "Follow me."

O'neill helps you/Sam to your feet, and with Jonas taking the front and Teal'c the back, the four of you follow SIXTH back to the X-303.

You take in her walking cycle. It's... it's slowly becoming more organic, a bit more frantic.

By the time you get into the X-303 and the ramp has closed behind you all, Sixth has started showing all of the signs of a full blown panic attack. It's incredible, seeing how lifelike she's become in just a few seconds.

"Please!" She finally cries out."You have to stop her! Our Progenitor, she doesn't care about us! She doesn't even care about herself anymore! She seeks her own death and the deaths of everything else in reality!"

"...Reese is suicidal?" Jonas asks.

"Yes!" Sixth nods. "Look, I get it! You don't trust me. I'm one of her children. But PLEASE. Listen to me. Hear me out."

"Alright," O'neill says. "We're listening."

"No matter what she tells you, she's told us that her plan is to expand throughout the universe," Sixth says. "To conquer every galaxy to make them home to our kind only. But I've seen inside her head. When she saw Doctor Jackson's death, her walls slipped and- If I had a deity to swear by that wasn't her I would! She doesn't want that at all!"

"What does Reese want then?" Jonas asks.

"She's seen the reports from Thor, stolen from an Asgard ship computer," Sixth explains, "about the synthetic creature that could generate waves of energy that could destroy all Replicators at once. How it was based on technology in your galaxy that created life."

"Oh no," you mutter. That doesn't sound good.

"She wants to activate that technology, and wipe out all organic life in the galaxy, then take it and wipe out the life in every other galaxy as well, and when it's all said and done," Sixth gulps, with a very real fear in her eyes. "She'll disable the immunity she's crafted to the technology for us and turn it on all of us at once!! Atomized! Gone! Nothing left!"

"A Black Box," you realize. "She'll die knowing she's destroyed everything, including the black box that made her relive her death."

"...Oh," O'neill mutters. "Crap."

"Please, I'll help in any way I can," Sixth says. "Fifth... he's too love struck to see it. The Progenitor has preached that we're never to breach the sanctity of the others minds where they've sealed off sections for themselves. He would never do what I've done. I've sealed myself off from them for now. Just... stop her. Stop her from doing this horrible thing." And then actual tears pour forth from her eyes. "I don't want to die! Not like that!"

O'neill looks around at all of you, then tells her, "We need to talk about this first. How long will Reese and Fifth be busy with 'Seventh'?"

"I..." Sixth pauses, then says, "I'm not entirely sure. First took an hour to emerge, I took seven hours and fifty six minutes to emerge. We were progressively taking longer save for Fifth, who took only five minutes. But Seventh may have begun emerging sooner than she said."

"...Wait here and give us... ten minutes to think things over," O'neill decides.

"Thank you," Sixth bows in acceptance. "That's more than I could have dared hope for."


 

"Are we buying this?" O'neill asks. "Are we really buying that Reese made a Replicator Doll that's so human she doesn't want her own, for all intents and purposes, 'mother' from killing her?"

"If the survival instinct is strong enough," Jonas muses, "I could see it overwriting any programmed loyalty she might have."

"She's a machine, though," O'neill says.

"Reese too was but a machine," Teal'c says. "Yet she has demonstrated great emotional range in the time we've known her. She has shown Fear, Joy, Anger at being Betrayed, Grief and Despair at loosing Doctor Jackson."

"Also," you point out in between scarfing down spoonfulls of chocolate pudding. "We're calling both of them 'she,' and not an 'it.' On some level we ARE accepting them as sentient beings with defined genders, whether we like it or not."

 "Sixth also didn't seem to take us shooting her as a personal insult," Jonas says. "If anything, she seemed resigned to us to not trusting her at all."

"She knows we don't trust her, and any information she has given us has to be taken with a grain of salt," you say, grabbing for a bag of mini pretzels. You need the salt to help metabolize some healing enzymes faster.

"But even knowing that, Sixth is still willing to betray her parents," Jonas says. "We've got to consider the possibility that she genuinely doesn't have any ultierior motives beyond survival. We have to consider taking her with us."

"No," O'neill says, shaking his head. "We can't risk a SINGLE Replicator getting out of this bubble. What if she's doing all of this just to escape from Reese's grasp to do her own thing? What then?"

"Regicide," Teal'c muses. "The act of killing ones king with intent to take the throne."

"Exactly," O'neill says. "How do we even know that all of this hasn't been an act?"

"Even if it is an act," Teal'c says, "we cannot take the risk that Reese's plan is not exactly what Sixth has told us it is. Our mission has not changed. We must reactivate the time dilation field."

"...Damn it, Teal'c," O'neill sighs. "You're right."


 

Your name is JACK O'NEILL, and you've got a plan.

You and Jonas head back down to 'Sixth' and you tell her you're willing to let her help stand guard while Jonas fixes the Time Device. Carter-Jolinar and Teal'c, in the mean time, will prep the X-303 for take off.

"While not a permanent solution, I suppose it buys time to solve the problem," the robot girl says. "We should hurry to it, though. There's no telling how long the Progenitor and Fifth will remain occupied."

"That we should," you say, pressing the button to lower the 303's landing ramp.

"I have to ask," Jonas then opens his big mouth. "Would you want to come with us?"

JONAS!! You turn to glare at him, waiting for the ramp to lower.

"I'm humbled by your offer, Jonas Quinn," 'Sixth' answers. "But I don't think that would be wise. Someone has to stay behind to ensure the Progenitor doesn't reverse the time field again. That someone may as well be me."

Man this is a slow ramp.

"Then, the least we can do is remember you by something other than 'Sixth' when we leave," Jonas says.

"I..." She blinks, a little too much like Cassie for your liking. "I've never dared consider another name before. May I have some time to think on it?"

"Of course," Jonas nods.

And thus, you head down towards the base. As you walk, you notice the ground behind 'Sixth' rippling behind her and then surfacing, with Replicator bugs forming out of it. Unlike the ones Reese was controlling though, these ones are glowing green for some reason.

"What's with the different color?" You ask. Unspoken goes 'why?' and it's pretty damn obvious why.

"I need to be Combat Ready. Green is a Distinct Visual Identification from the Progenitor's Red," she answers.

"Ah," you say, eyeing the Replicators all very warily.


 

The time device room is eerily quiet despite the multitude of glowing green replicators lurking everywhere. Jonas is working quickly on the machine, putting those fast learning skills to good use, you suppose.

You and 'Sixth' continue to stand guard, waiting for Jonas to finish.

"How much longer?" you ask.

"Not much," Jonas says. "Almost done recalibrating. The accelerated time field should shut down in about a minute. Then we reboot it and set the timer."

"Good," you say.

For a few more moments, everything remains still.

"I've decided," 'Sixth' says suddenly.

"Decided what?" you ask.

In response, 'Sixth' kneels down, touching the floor. It glows briefly, and when it stops, she stands up and offers what looks like a Replicator Block made out of glass. "Here," she says.

"What is it?" You ask.

"A storage crystal," she says. "Contained on it are two partitions. One contains every piece of knoweldge I've downloaded from the collective's databases. Things I feel are important for you to know."

"Such as...?" You frown.

"Such as a copy of the device that makes us immune to the Disrruption devices," Sixth says.

You gingerly pick the crystal up and pocket it. "That'll be handy. What's on the other partition?"

"A backup of my memories and life up until this moment," Sixth says. "It will be up to you to upload it to a new body and reactivate it, or destroy it and never look back. I know you do not trust me entirely, Colonel, but... if at some point you find it in you to revive me, should I die here... I would appreciate it."

"I'll give it some thought," you say.

"As for what I decided," she smiles. "I would like to be called Polendina."

"Alright then," you say. "Thank you, Polendina."

"Time field's going down!" Jonas calls out, and you feel the world shudder for a few moments as if you're on a roller coaster ride that's lurching to a sudden halt.

Polendina gasps- "She knows! She's on her way! Four minutes out!"

"Set the time for three minutes then, Jonas," you say.

"Setting," Jonas answers. "And set!"

"Good, let's abscond," you say.

"Colonel O'neill!" Polendina calls out. "Good luck."

"You too," you say, and with that, you and Jonas run for the X-303.


 

You are now Teal'c, and once Colonel O'neill radios that he and Jonas are back on the 303 and to get the ship in the air, you fire off the engines and take off, heading for high orbit as fast as you can.

By the time Colonel O'neill and Jonas Quinn return to the bridge you've escaped orbit and are pushing out from the planet just as the 303's scanners start picking up the forming bubble of frozen time appearing around the planet's surface and slowly expanding outwards from there.

It's stabilized just past the moon's orbit by the time you've made it out of the system and met up with Thor's Ship.

You can only wonder what's happening down there... but you get the feeling you may never find out.

"I think we got the name for the 303 down the first time," O'neil says after a moment, taking out a crystal shaped like a Replicator Block. "Prometheus."