Gates in a Wasteland
This story was created using ideas from Wilkins75 and his series of sg-1 crossovers.
Stargate SG-1 is owned by MGM International
The rights to Fallout and the fallout series are owned by Bethesda Game Studios
I was jolted awake to the lights of my quarters snapping on, briefly blinding me with how bright they were. An alarm began blaring throughout the halls of the Galahad class Destroyer I commanded, the TAV Centurion. I immediately jumped out of my bunk, only pausing briefly to throw on his combat vest and sidearm. I quickly raced towards the bridge seeing no obstructions in the corridor outside my quarters. I was intercepted before I got there however, as a team of marines in full combat armor came out of a side corridor and took cover at the corner of the two hallways.
"What the hell is going on?" I called out over the alarm.
"We have boarders captain!" replied the frightened sounding private closest to me. He wasn't lying, as just then we saw what look almost like plasma bolt flying down the hall, sizzling and letting off a small cloud as it impacted the bulkhead behind us. "They blew a hole in the side of the hull while we were doing our daily rounds." he said just before getting hit slightly below his elbow on his left arm. The light blue ball of energy began smoking on impact but didn't breach the armor. I drew my sidearm and checked the readout on the side, I had a full magazine and its charge pack was at 92%.
I peaked around the corner to get a better look at the invaders and saw something that looked straight out of a 1960s cartoon. It was a short green man with scrunched up features, It was wearing a skintight white suit with a red, external exoskeleton. Its helmet was a large bubble and I could see it turn to look at me instead of the marines on the other side of the hallway. The creature then raised its weapon towards me, and unlike the combat armor I was confident that the bolt would go straight through my thin uniform. I immediately drew back at it fired, narrowly avoiding the bolt. While it was exposed the other marines started firing on the creature, shredding it with their fully automatic railguns with their naquadah rounds. There was the briefest flash of a shield before it fell to the ground, its body convulsing in death.
"What the hell was that?" One of the marines asked.
"Our new enemy."
I looked back at the marines and saw their armor was covered in burn marks. The damage matched one that now decorated the armor of the marine I now knew at private Johnson. "How did they get inside?" I asked him, the shield would have blocked any boarding craft from landing on the hull.
"They must have landed before the shield went up." he theorized while scanning the hall in front of us. "they drilled through the hull with their weapons and the rest of the troopers got pulled out into vacuum before the ship landed over the breach and sealed it. "Could you send out some transports for them, most of them were in our armor, it has a built-in air tank and CO2 scrubbers for a few hours." I turned to him and nodded, making a mental not to do that once I got to the bridge.
After the incident with the creature, I called the marines to follow me to the bridge, If we had hostiles in the ship then the bridge would need as much protection as it could get. On the way we were intercepted again, but by the XO this time instead of more hostiles, she was also on her way to the bridge and her path had been blocked by these unknowns too. We arrived at the bridge where the marines stationed there had already formed a perimeter around the entrance. They recognized us and let us pass into the ships nerve center where everything was chaos, with orders being called across the room and attendants scurrying from station to station delivering messages. That all stopped when someone noticed us and called
"Captain on the bridge!" That put an end to all the ruckus except for the radio reports coming from the comms station.
"What are we dealing with here?" I called out to nobody in particular.
"There seem to be hostile ships in orbit around the planet," the navigation officer replied,
"Well who are they? Because I have confirmed reports of boarders on my ship!"
"We don't know, our computers are not recognizing them and nobody has been able to identify the invaders yet."
"Think 1960s little green men with energy weapons," I replied in an irritated voice. He immediately looked back to his console and began marking hostile ships that were moving toward us on the main screen.
"They are only sending two transport sized craft and holding back their two large ships?" I commented almost incredulously.
"I am detecting energy emissions between the two large ships, sir, It appears they are firing on each other." His eyes widened as he said this and I turned to the other screen and saw that he was speaking the truth, not that I ever doubted him, the crew, and bridge crew especially, were handpicked for this assignment, all 210 of them.
"Hail them on all frequencies. Lets see if we can find out why they are fighting us, and fighting each other at the same time."
"Attention unknown vessels, this is the TAV Centurion. We are hailing on all known frequencies, please respond. I'd rather not destroy your ships without getting to know you." I announced into the com link I wore.
There was a small but tense pause before we heard a response. "This is Nathan Vera on mothership Zeta, we have captured the ship and are under fire from their vessel." replied a voice. Shots like those of the creatures that attacked them earlier could be heard in the background of the transmission. "Please help us, we were taken captive by the zetans, but we broke out and took the ship, but now they are trying to take it back."
"Have you locked onto the source of the transmission?" I asked the tactical officer
"Yes, I have isolated it to the ship that is more heavily damaged."
"Fire on all craft except that one." I ordered.
"Firing." the weapons officers replied, he sounded almost relieved and I couldn't blame him. We were in an unmapped system and were immediately attacked. I looked up and saw the rail gun batteries open fire on the ships marked as hostile, easily breaking the large ship into pieces, let alone the two fighter craft that had yet to reach us.
I ordered the fighter control officer to launch a couple owls with f-302 escorts to pick up the marines from earlier. I watched as the transports lifted off and the fighters rocketed out in a standard combat launch. They picked up the marines with only one casualty, one of the marines had hit her arm on the way out and had a sprained wrist. I walked over to the comms console and switched it to speaker after opening a channel with the remaining vessel.
"This is captain Michael Everton of the Tau'ri Navy hailing the remaining ship. are you receiving me?"
