STARGATE: RE-IMAGINED

Introduction.

With advances in modern Ancient Astronaut theory, combined with revelations from whistleblowers and anecdotal evidence regarding hidden shadow-government operations and alien agendas here on Earth, I have undertaken to re-write the Stargate universe in order to bring it more in line with reality. Stargate: SG-1 was intended to fit into a mode of plausible deniability. Just enough truth was added to make any revelations concerning the major destinations of the Black Budget seem like some conspiracy theorist's fantasy based on a TV show. I do not suppose that this piece of fan fiction will reach any great audience, but I wanted to attempt it anyway, out of intellectual creativity.

That being said, this work will not imitate reality completely. For example, despite its central importance in the Stargate universe, in all my research I have found no evidence of any wormhole device being operated by the US government - though there seems to be evidence of an ancient Stargate operated by the race known as the Anunnaki, which is either no longer extant on Earth or is long buried beneath the alluvium of Iraq (or, perhaps, submerged beneath the Persian Gulf after the last Ice Age ended). I do, however, intend for the stargate to be a central theme in this work. To do otherwise would turn this work from a piece of Stargate fanfiction into an original work with characters ripped off from Stargate: SG-1.

A note on translation and alien communication.

I intend for several characters in this fanfic to speak derivatives of ancient Earth languages. However, I am not a trained linguist, and even sentences in my derivative languages may make no sense according to the English translation they are intended to represent. At the bottom of each chapter I will post the English version of what was being said.

The Asgard herein communicate telepathically, though they do understand Earth languages and are cunning linguists (I always liked that joke). {Telepathic communication is represented like this.} The Greys do not use word-based telepathy but instead transmit thoughts based on images and concepts, but since this cannot be represented on paper, the brackets will have to suffice.

Now that that's out of the way, enjoy the fic.

SOUTHERN IRAQI MARSHES

15,000 B.C.

Kishar, a young man, looked up at the many stars in the night sky as he and his tribe sat around their campfire telling stories, their tents clustered around them in a circle, illuminated in the flickering firelight. He wondered if the sky was really a dome, or if the stars were just far away fires that the people in the sky kindled at night to keep them warm - just as his people did.

Then, a blue light, low on the eastern horizon, one which he had not noticed before, began to move across the firmament. He had seen streaking stars before, but this was far too slow to be like them. It even zig-zagged erratically. Then he noticed it was getting bigger... or was it getting closer?

He pointed, wordlessly. The others looked in the direction he indicated.

Then, it was overhead. The others became afraid, even though the light was soundless. They ran, seeking shelter in the reeds or underneath their tents. But Kishar was unafraid. He simple stood there, gazing up.

The last thing Kishar remembered was three low hums, like a big rock being dragged, and a flash of light.

IRAQI DESERT NEAR UR

1938

Leonard Woolley stepped into the chamber which had been discovered by his workmen - terribly impoverished and uneducated men, prone to try and smuggle gold artifacts from the site. But they had discovered no gold this time. His men has summoned him, the head excavator at the site, to look at some kind of large chamber which had been constructed beneath the tomb, if he understood Hassan's unusual dialect of Arabic at all.

Here was the entry chamber, with dirt and stone lying all around, mixed with a few broken pottery shards. Hassan showed him a cover stone which the workmen had had to move in order to access the inner chamber.

"Hmm... primitive cuneiform scratched into the surface... what's this?"

He stooped to better look at some odd symbols which he had never seen before.

"Curious."

Deciding that he would take a closer look when the stone had been moved into better lighting, he entered the passageway beyond.

It was narrow, and angled downward. He could not see the end of it in the dark. Hassan informed him that the passage went on for several minutes at a moderate pace, breathing in the cool, stale, and rather odd-smelling air. "This is not Sumerian architecture", thought Woolley. This was something else entirely.

At length, the professor and his assistant reached a large chamber, or Woolley thought it was quite large by the amount of time between echoes - there was no light except from their electric lamps, and it was not enough to illuminate solid floor beyond a few meters in front of them. He could see no writing, artifacts, or even pillars.

Hassan spoke in English. "This is as far as the men got, professor, before they left for fear of underground demons."

The two excavators continued into the darkness. Then their lamp light glinted off something in the distance that looked metallic. They approached and raised their lights to reveal the most astounding archaeological find Woolley had ever seen.

"My God."

"What is it sir?"

"I have no idea."

It was shaped like a ring, and there were strange symbols on it, similar to the ones he had seen on the blocking cover stone. It had to be at least five meters tall, with chevron shaped jewels or glass inserted at regular intervals. Beneath it was a low stone platform with-

"Professor, look!" Hassan pointed to something glinting by one of the platform's corners.

Woolley kneeled down to inspect the find. It was a metal artifact of some sort, shaped like a serpent's head with jeweled eyes and incised patterns. A heavy looking ornate metal staff lay beside it. But that was not what had made Hassan gasp - wearing the metal like a helmet and clutching the staff was a human skeleton.

1994

Inside a lecture room at a prominent American university, Doctor Daniel Jackson, professor of archaeology, was expounding upon the pyramids of Egypt.

"I mean, there are symbols painted everywhere: names, pictures, titles of owners, offerings. Every other major architectural structure at the time was covered with detailed hieroglyphics! When is the academic community going to accept the fact that the pharaohs of the fourth dynasty did not build the Great Pyramids, they only renovated them?"

There was a skeptical muttering from the crowd, as Captain Doctor Samantha Carter slipped quietly into the back of the room, dressed in formal air force blues.

Jackson continued. "Look, look, inside the Great Pyramid, the most incredible structure ever erected, there are no writings whatsoever."

"Doctor Jackson," interjected a snooty, balding professor, "you left out the fact that Colonel Vyse discovered Khoramun's inscriptions of Khufu's name within the pyramid."

Dr. Jackson turned around to write the cartouche in question on his blackboard.

"The discovery was a fraud."

"Well I hope you can prove it."

"I'm so glad you asked." Daniel gave him a sarcastic smile. "Look" he said as he drew the cartouche, "this writing is clearly in a semi-hieratic style, a style which was not practiced until the Middle Kingdom. Additionally, from drawings Vyse made in 1837, the so called 'sieve' symbol has clearly been incorrectly reconstructed - there are no three lines inside the circle, which would of course be needed to correctly spell the "Kh" in Khufu's name. Someone has clearly forged the three lines since 1837, and then there's the fact that the same red ochre paint used to paint the inscription was used by modern Egyptians during Vyse' time as well. In relieving chambers there have been founds several inscriptions with names like Shoufou, Raufu, Khnem-Khufu and the like. I mean, aren't those names supposed to describe the owner of the Great Pyramid? If so, which one owned it? And Vyse discovered the only chambers inside the Pyramid with any inscriptions at all. Is that a coincidence? Vyse was certainly under a lot of pressure to discover something of significance by his investors."

The professor just sat silently, his mouth opening and closing slightly.

"And let's not forget the fact that the Egyptians never painted the Great Pyramid being used as a tomb by Khufu or anyone else, and no physical evidence exists to prove the structure was ever interred with physical remains, treasure, or even pottery which tomb robbers wouldn't bother to steal. It's as if someone came along and swept the pyramid clean!"

Professor McSnooty sat there stunned, until he managed to form a sentence: "Well... who do you think built the pyramids then?"

It was Daniels turn to pause. "...I don't have any idea who built them-"

McSnooty laughed. "Men from Atlantis? Or Martians perhaps!"

Daniel's audience laughed with the professor, and began filing out of the room.

"The point is not who built them but when they were built. I mean we all know new geological evidence indicates that the Sphinx dates back to a much earlier archaeological period, and knowing this... I think we have to re-evaluate everything we've come to accept about..."

Now the only one left in the audience was some old guy, so Daniel addressed him.

"I've been able to show a fully developed writing system appeared in the first two dynasties... you know, which... almost as if it was based on an even earlier type."

"Hey man, I believe you." Old guy patted him on the shoulder.

"Is there a lunch or something... that everybody..."

Captain Carter, grimacing, turned and walked out of the building.