This is a crossover between Star Trek, Stargate, Mass Effect, and potentially many other series. I do not own anything from the series I write about, I just do it to grow better as a writer and have fun.
As mentioned above, I am writing this to grow better, so criticism is appreciated.
This was inspired by VexMaster's StarGate: Galactic Imperium.
[Running diagnostic. Error. Databanks corrupted. 40% recoverable. Cybernetics operating at 40% capability. Only 20% of standard cybernetics have been installed.] A hollow female-sounding voice said next to my ear.
What was that? I rose upwards from where I had been lying on what felt like a metal floor. My body felt oddly heavy, and weirdly lumpy in places. I looked down to see what was up and-
I was almost covered in metal. From my head to my feet, metal plates and wiring crossed my bare body, and my right arm appeared to have been entirely replaced with an metal one with more than a few implements at the end that looked quite nasty. Even one of my eyes appeared to have been replaced, judging by the red dot that followed where I looked. If anything though, my vision had improved.
...I seem to have become a cyborg somehow. Why do I feel like I should be more worried about that?
[Emotion inhibitors functioning at 100%.] The voice from before replied.
Oh, that's why. Gonna have to see about fixing that, later though, because I suspect it's the only reason I'm not panicking right now. Hmm, guess that thing responding to me is some sort of database, which would make sense, considering, y'know, cyborg. Hmm, let's try something. [Memo: look into accessing database later]. I thought, imagining myself typing the message at a keyboard.
[File "memo" created.] The voice spoke.
...Not exactly what I wanted, but acceptable. Now, let's look around, shall we?
The room I'd woken up in curved forwards, ending in a point, making the room look something like an arrowhead. The walls appeared to have been made of gold, and what looked like hieroglyphs were carved into them, animal figures, sideways men, and symbols making their way around the room. A console took up the majority of the front of the room, with what looked like windows overlooking it, though the view outside was blocked by a metal covering of some kind.
Another console (Which, like the rest of the room, appeared to be made of gold) in the back of the room overlooked the one in front, and behind that console loomed an arched door. There was one large object which looked like an sarcophagus, which I decided not to mess with. There were another three coffin-sized boxes, whose humming practically filled the room. I elected not to mess with those either.
Satisfied that I'd looked the room over sufficiently, I decided it was time to move on to the other rooms. I stepped up to the door, and was about to begin looking for a handle or button to activate it when it automatically slid open. The room beyond was much wider, though much of the space was still taken up by a large object. It appeared to be a large glowing column, with many cords and wires plugging into it's base. I cautiously stepped into the room, watching and keeping a wide berth between me and the device.
The column wasn't the only object the room contained though. There was a set of five large metal rings which had been stacked atop one another in the far right corner of the room, and in the back of the room, near the left corner and another set of doors, there was what looked like a box on the floor.
I decided that the box was the safest path of investigation, and made my way towards it. It took ten minutes, due to my having to skirt around the column, but I reached it. As I approached, it opened automatically, like the doors had. Unfortunately, when I inspected it, I found that it was empty. After a moment, I decided to take a quick look through the doors. I was to be disappointed though. The next room contained nothing but some funny looking crystals.
I returned to the room with the column. I carefully moved around it to where the rings where, a process that took five minutes. After some careful inspection, all they appeared to be were just large metal rings.
With my investigation of...wherever I was seemingly finished, I decided to return to the room with the consoles. As I entered, I noticed a door I had not seen before off to the side. I walked over to it, and waited, but nothing happened. I stood there for a moment, wondering why the door would not open automatically like the others I had encountered thus far had, before deciding that whatever it was, there was probably a good reason.
I walked over to one of the chairs in front of the first console, and collapsed onto it. So, in the time I've been asleep, I was transported to an unknown place, turned into a cyborg, and then just...left alone? Is this going to turn out like Danganronpa, or Zero Escape? Am I going to be forced to kill somebody to escape? I sighed.
Alright, that's enough worrying. I'll deal with that problem when, if, it arrives. Now, there was something I wanted to do after I'd looked around, what- [Opening file "Memo". Look into database later.] The voice suddenly interrupted. [Oh, thanks. Open database.]
[Warning, Database will attempt to restore all files, is-]
[Yes, yes, just do it please.]
[Attempting recovery of files. Suggest that B_King interface with nearby storage system.]
Why would I need to-
PAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN
As someone who's suffered from a lot of headaches, that one must have been the most painful I'd ever experienced. The closest analogy would be your head continuously being filled with water, only there would be no hole at the top for it to spill out. With my head feeling like it was about to burst, I staggered over to the console I'd spotted.
The voice in my head, the databank, I assumed, had said to "interface" with a storage system, but what did that mean!? I bashed the console a couple of times, but that accomplished nothing. [Interface!] I thought, as I brought my fist down towards the console once more, eyes clinched shut from the pain.
There was a sort of combined hiss/whistling sound as I felt something in my new mechanical arm move. Within a few moments my headache had lessened considerably, so I could open my eyes. From somewhere within my new arm extended a pair of tubes, which had pierced the console, and a monitor had appeared...and was apparently floating in midair. Ok. Whatever.
Letters and images rapidly flashed across the screen, before vanishing only to be replaced by new letters and images. I continued to watch this as my headache continued to lessen and the speed of what was happening on the monitor began to slow down. Soon, it had stopped completely.
[Database! What happened!?] I shouted.
[B_King attempted recovery of database files, and due to insufficient storage space, had to divert files to next accessible storage system. In doing so, B_King interfaced with the system, claiming it for the Collective.]
Ok, totally my fault for not waiting. What was that about claiming it though?...Collective? That the name of whoever did this to me?
['Claimed' it? Specify what that means.] I asked. Obviously, interfacing meant that thing I did with the tubes, which I felt was vaguely familiar, though I did not know where I recalled it from.
[B_King can now control and access data from any systems connected to the storage system via thought from the neural interface.]
...Huh. Neat. [Is there anything in the storage system about where we are?]
[Negative.]
Hmm. [Anything about what this place is?]
[Accessing…]
I noticed an image of what looked like pyramids and accompanying words pop up on the monitor.
[B_King is the sole occupant of a modified Tel'tak-class cargo ship, modifications include additional power generators that have been tied to power the dimensional jump device in the cargo hold, and an advanced plasma weapon.]
...Dimensional jump device? Plasma weapon? What?
[There is a file in the databanks that seems addressed to you.]
[What!? Open it!]
Another image appeared on the monitor's screen, this time it looked like a letter.
[Hello, 'King', if you're reading this, then you've woken up. Otherwise, you'd be dead, because you drifted into the sun. Yes, Mr. King, drifted into the sun. You see, you're on a spaceship. A whole day has passed since you remember going to sleep, and more than a few things happened. An alien spaceship, the same one you're standing in now, crashed into the mountain you'd been planning to hike around.
It's pilot crawled outside that door you tried to go through, gave you the mission of destroying that device you were so cautious about in the cargo bay, and told you it was a symbiotic being. The symbiote took control, asked you to lend it your body long enough to acquire aid, and then jumped down your throat when you offered it.
It died before said aid could arrive, but left you it's memories and the weapons of it's former host. You, being a dumbass, decided to leave immediately before the authorities arrived. You hopped into the ship, activated the device, and traveled to another universe. Unfortunately for you, A. it was not the universe the alien had traveled from, and B. you arrived in the immediate vicinity of a certain faction of cyborgs.
They captured you and this ship. They were about to turn you into another one of them when an...incident happened. The cube you were on was destroyed before you could be fully converted, and you and your ship were set adrift in space. Luckily for you, I happened to be passing along, searching for some entertainment, when I found your body. I grabbed you, dropped you off in the ship, and took you to another universe before hey could send a second ship along.
You'll regain your memory of how to use the Dimension Jump Device and pilot the ship within ten minutes of accessing this file, so from now on, consider the multiverse your oyster! Go build a universe spanning empire or two, become a superhero or whatever else you want. This is your second and only chance. Don't fuck it up.
~Archon.]
I stood there for a few seconds, contemplating the message. Then, I spoke.
[Database, would I be correct in assuming that you've been recording everything that's happened since I woke up?]
[Affirmative] The voice said.
[...Delete the last several minutes from your records, and secure that file so that only I can open it.]
[Doing so now.]
[Good. Now, do you have access to the sensor and navigational systems of the ship through the console I claimed?]
[Yes.]
[Can you pilot the ship to the nearest populated planet?]
[Scanning and starting engines now.]
[Well done Database.]
While she...it, I guess, was doing that, I was staring at the hand from which the tubes had extended, contemplating the future.
"Build an empire", huh?