A/N: Alright, second try at this kind of story and I think I did it a bit better this time. Note that military stuff is not my strong suit but Stargate has always been a favorite of mine so I just had to write a new draft of my previous attempt. I'm trying to make this a very cream-filled adventure/action fic so don't be put off by the length of some chapters. Posting this Prologue and the first chapter together because they've been written for a while now, but chapter one needed some touch ups and some added content to make it fit how I wnt the story to go at this point in time. Please, don't bash this story as crap because honestly even if you do I'm still going to write it anyway. Be respectful as well because I will admit my writing since joining this site has gone downhill after having little time to actually write. So I think that's it, please enjoy and OC spots are open if you like because I made a group big enough where I only really fleshed out a few characters at once so others can be more fresh when I do get to their backstories and/or interpersonal relationships with others. Anyway, on with the show.

Prologue

Abducted.. By the Air Force?

Crystal Springs, Meteor Heights County, July 2017..

San Mateos Air Force Base..

"This thing has been discarded for almost ten years. Ever since the old SGC sent those would-be colonists to their death aboard the Destiny. These calculations better be right, or it'll be my head on the chopping block." Said an aged man with thinning brownish-silver hair.

General Harrison Gillen looked at the reports strewn across his desk. The Stargate, a piece of very advanced alien technology had been relocated from its previous location at the Cheyenne Mountain Complex to San Mateos in hopes to once again allow man to travel well beyond the natural borders of the Milky Way. It had been a little under two months since the move, and the general's best technicians and scientists were confident the Gate was ready for a test run. "General?" Came Gillen's assistant over the phone.

"Yes, Cindy?"

"Professor Wells has confirmed the Stargate is ready for a test. When should I tell him to schedule?"

Gillen nodded sagely. "Tell him we do it tonight. After midnight, past reports say the Stargate is capable of causing massive blackouts from the power consumption, and Crystal Springs proper is naught a couple miles away. Tell him 0100 hours."

"Very good, sir." Cindy confirmed before the connection cut off.

Crystal Springs High School, Sports Field..

Seventeen year old Nick Negron looked at the other students at the tryouts for the football team. Compared to Nick, most of the other students were shoe-ins for the team, looking like bodybuilders compared to Nick's thinner, more athletic build. Looking off to the side toward the bleachers, he saw the cheerleading squad practicing and holding their own tryouts, one girl out of the many present being noticed by Nick more. "Again, Negron? When are you going to stop trying for the team?" Asked the current football captain, José Ramirez as he stood before Nick, arms crossed over the barrel he called a chest.

"Fuck off, José. I know I can run circles around you, and my aim is unmatched by your current lackeys on the team. Plus, it must suck having to watch your ex flaunt everything in her cheerleading outfit during football season."

"Who's talking about me? José, you aren't harassing my best friend again, are you?" Came the voice of José's aforementioned ex-girlfriend Sarina Zavid as the cheerleader walked over to the two guys.

"Oh, hey, Sarina. I'm not harassing Nick, just wishing him luck in tryouts. I mean, they say third time's the charm, right?"

Sarina rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Get out of here. No amount of ass-kissing is going to get you another shot with me. You fucked that up." Unable to find a reply to her words, José stalked off back to the others on the field while Nick turned to Sarina with a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Rini. Asshole doesn't know when to quit."

Sarina smiled. "I know. Hey, I can't make it tonight for Tabletop Night, any way we can move it this week? I finally tweaked my party to be more useful and balanced."

Nick nodded. "Yeah, of course. You know Elliot still has to do a lot of prep for the next location."

"He always does. Alright, I have to get back over there. Good luck, Nicky. Make the team this time." Laughing, Nick nodded as the coach called his name and Sarina made her way back to the rest of the cheerleaders.

Later That Night..

Nick walked into his room and felt ridiculously exhausted after tryouts. The good news was he made the team, bad news was José decided to put him through the wringer because of it. Flopping onto his bed, Nick was helpless to prevent himself falling asleep.

Not two blocks away, Sarina stretched as she lay in bed, a notebook and pen beside her. Picking them both up, she began to write. "Dear Journal.." After a short while, she put the notebook down, walking over to the window and sitting on the sill. Looking up at the stars and the waxing crescent moon, her eyes flashed a vibrant cosmic purple before returning to their usual emerald green. Laying back down in bed, Sarina closed her eyes, allowing sleep to take her.

Another few blocks away, Nick's best guy friend Elliot Tate yawned as he closed the notebook he kept his Tabletop Night materials in. "Finally ready! Now we'll see who knows what they're doing, Nick." He laughed before climbing into bed.

Two houses down, José was completing his last rep with his weights, counting in his head as he looked outside his window, spotting an odd glow coming from the nearby Air Force base.

San Mateos, 1am..

"Alright, test run Alpha commencing." General Gillen said, motioning for the technicians in the control room to begin activating the Stargate.

Instantly, the circular metal doorway began to spin, aligning symbols that showed on the monitor in the control room. As the third symbol locked itself, the man behind the control console announced. "Chevron three, locked. Power output nominal. Risk of blackout minimal."

However, as the Gate spun and locked in the fourth coordinate chevron, the monitors showing a sudden immense spike in the power output. "Power output spiking. Risk of blackout conditions increased to fifteen percent." Then all hell broke loose.

Down in the Gate Room, Colonel Kara Fischer turned to Professor Eddie Wells. "If this doesn't go as planned, what's the best case scenario?"

"Best case? City-wide blackout. Worst case? We might blow up the base and around a three mile radius around it."

"Well, here's to hoping for the former." Wells nodded as the fifth chevron was locked, the entire base seeming to rumble as the power output spiked again.

As the sixth chevron locked, an alarm sounded. "Power output critical. Shutting down." The situation was made worse as the Stargate continued on its path of activation despite the personnel in the control room doing everything they could to stop the mechanism.

"Don't let that final chevron lock!" Shouted the General, but it was too late.

The seventh chevron locked and the Gate Room was engulfed in a white light. When the light faded, the Gate Room was deserted of the fifty or so personnel that had been there moments before. "Find them!" Was all General Gillen said, realizing they hadn't been killed, but transported. To where, though, was the question. And unknown to the General, the intended officers to go through the Stargate weren't the only ones transported by the miscalculation in power.

Current Location Unknown..

Nick's eyes shot open, already knowing something wasn't quite right. His first clue, however, came in the fact he had no idea where he was. The room he had woken up in was a huge concave space, unlike a ballroom. Everything about the room screamed both dark ages and future to him, the structure reminding him of middle age castles while the obvious technology that showed definitely meant he wasn't back home in Crystal Springs.

Taking in the sheer size of the room, Nick didn't realize he wasn't the only person in the room until he stumbled over someone else. Looking, he saw his best friend Elliot laying there. Then he scanned the rest of the room, his eyes widening as he saw quite a few of the other students at Crystal Springs High, including Sarina and José both. "Elliot, wake up." Getting no answer from his friend, Nick sighed before trying again. "I said wake up!" He half-shouted, kicking his friend lightly in the hip.

"Ah, shit! What the hell was that.. For.." Elliot seemed to realize they weren't where they should have been. "Nick? Where the hell are we?"

Nick shook his head as Elliot got up from the ground. "I have no idea. Whatever brought us here didn't stop at the two of us. Come on, help me get the rest of these guys up, we have to figure out where we are and how we got here."

Elliot nodded. "This better not be some abandoned asylum outside town."

"I doubt it. Even if it was, we wouldn't have even gone in with José tagging along." He pointed his thumb at the unconscious jock not from the two.

"José too? This is getting stranger by the minute." Elliot said as he went over to José while Nick went to Sarina.

Nudging Sarina, the girl's eyes fluttered open sleepily, revealing a color much different than her usual emerald green. Nick took a tentative step back from seeing now impossibly glowing purple irises. "Nick? What are you doing in my room?"

Nick had to fight himself from chuckling. "We're not in your room. In fact, I don't think we're even in Crystal Springs. Me and Elliot decided to wake everyone and then figure out just what's going on." Nodding, Sarina took Nick's outstretched hand as he helped her up from the floor. "And don't panic," He whispered to her. "But your eyes aren't green anymore." Her eyes widened in surprise as she helped get their classmates awake.

Several minutes later, a total of thirty or so students of Crystal Springs High stood looking at their new surroundings, no one having a clue as to where or how they actually got there. Nick was about to speak when a new voice called out. "Stay where you are! How did you all get here?"

Looking where the voice came from, Nick and the other students saw a man dressed in fatigues, the patch on his flak jacket indicating he was a colonel in the air force. "Man, if we knew how we got here, sir, we wouldn't be so confused. How did you get here? Judging by the architecture we sure as hell aren't in Crystal Springs anymore."

The officer chuckled. "You would be right about that. We don't even know where we are yet. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Jared Lowe, San Mateos Base. You kids all from town?"

Nick nodded. "Born and raised, most of us. Sir, how did we get here?"

Jared shook his head. "I'm not at liberty to discuss that with civilians. If you want answers, then you'll want to speak with my CO."

"Could we? We're all confused and would like some kind of answers." Behind Nick, Elliot Sarina and José all nodded.

"Of course. Right this way. We've set up a command post where we think is considered a sort of control room." The group of students followed the armed man out of the large chamber.

The now escorted classmates wound their way through maze-like hallways with dimly-pulsating etchings until they came upon another large chamber. This one, unlike the room the teenagers had woken up in, had consoles and what looked like work tables strewn about, all encircling a large object ringed by consoles. That looks like a projector. Nick thought as he looked at the central structure only for his eyes to be drawn to an even bigger mystery: a large circular device that sat at one end of the room, symbols lining each segmented piece of the object. The lieutenant colonel stopped before a woman with a patch signifying she was a Colonel, a step above Jared's rank. "Colonel Fischer, we have a situation."

The colonel turned and started as she saw the thirty-odd teenagers behind her colleague. "This base is inhabited? By teenagers?" She asked incredulously.

"No, ma'am. These kids are from Crystal Springs."

"What?! You mean to tell me Professor Wells miscalculated that badly and got children transported here with us?!"

"Excuse me, ma'am," Nick said. "But we're in high school, not kindergarten. And all we want right now are answers on what's going on and if we can go home."

"Sorry, kid. Right now, we can't even contact base back on Earth. We don't even know where we all wound up."

"Hold on. You said back on Earth. Just where the fuck are we? Excuse my language." Elliot asked, impatient.

"I would tell you exactly where, but as I said we don't know as of yet. All we know is we're nowhere near the Earth. Unfortunately for us, none of us know how to get these consoles working. We can't even decipher the language."

As Colonel Fischer explained the situation further, Sarina was looking around at the room, spotting several lines of symbols scrolling themselves across one of the consoles. Why can't they understand this? She thought, finding her glasses and putting them on for the distance. Seeing the screen more clearly, she could make out what the single, repetitive sentence was stating clearly: Ancient Hyperion Gene Detected. Confused as to why she was the only one who seemed to be able to read the message, Sarina found herself wandering to the console.

Ignored by the military personnel around her, Sarina reached out and touched a sort of button on the console, the message stopping mid-type and restarting with another message: Ancient Hyperion Gene Accepted. Welcome, Princess Tay'yla. And that was when the room came to life.

".. And that's our current situation. Now, please move yourselves so we can figure out-" The colonel was cut off by the room being lit more brightly than before, consoles whirring to life all around them. "What the hell?! Who figured something out?" She saw Sarina standing by the one console, her eyes narrowed. "You! What did you do?!"

Sarina started, taking a step back. "I'm sorry! I can understand it. Just touching it activated the room and it called me Princess." Scared of what had just happened, she ran back to the rest of the students, beelining right into Nick.

The colonel turned, the teenager's words sinking in. "Wait. You can.. Understand this?" She pointed to the new layout of the console screen, the alien language looking like gibberish or Matrix quality coding to anyone other than Sarina and, oddly enough, Nick.

"Now that I'm looking at it, I can see words, not symbols too." He said, surprising Sarina enough to have her let go of him. She gasped. "What is it?" He asked, surprised.

"Your eyes! They're ice blue." This came as a shock to everyone in the teenager group. Nick had always had brown eyes, hazel to be politically correct.

Nick looked at the reflection of himself in Sarina's glasses, seeing he indeed now have glowing icy blue eyes. "What the..?"

Colonel Fischer gasped. "That's it! They have the Ancient Gene. It's the only way two kids from modern Earth would be able to decipher, let alone use alien technology. But.." She looked around the room at her men. "Half of us personnel have the Ancient Gene as well, but we can't see anything but symbols.." There was a pregnant pause before she spoke again. "Unless these kids have a different alien gene."

"The console said it was called the Ancient Hyperion Gene. Nick, try touching the console. If you understand it too, it should recognize you." Nick nodded but looked at Kara. "May I, ma'am?"

Kara stepped to the side. "Go ahead. You two may be the only reason we even contact home again."

Nodding, Nick walked up to the console and pressed his hand to the same button Sarina had pushed. The screen went blank for a moment before another statement rolled through: Ancient Hyperion Gene Accepted. Welcome, General Celondius. Then the screen that had been present moments before returned. "It worked. It called me General Celondius. And this other screen here is a sort of menu." He skimmed over the screen, tilting his head. "There's both a communications option and a galactic map option. You said you wanted to know where we were, right? Don't we need to see a local map for coordinates for Earth? For communication."

Kara was taken aback. "Yes, that's exactly right. How do you know that?"

"I'm a teenager in the age of technology." Nick shrugged. "Nah, I watch too much Syfy channel. So, galactic map, then?" At the colonel's nod, Nick pressed the screen on whichever option he had figured was a map. Suddenly, the large projector-like object in the center of the room flashed to life, a massive hologram of a galaxy that Nick knew he didn't recognize appearing above the assembled people's heads. "Whoa. It's just like in Mass Effect." Nick said, his gamer self showing.

Kara put a hand on her cheek, thinking. "This is nowhere near Earth. Can you try searching for Earth? If the race that lived here went to Earth at some point, there should be a record."

Nick looked at the console, the screen flashing several different options for finding what they were looking for. The second option caught his eye: Planetary Eye (World Bridge) Records. "There's something that says there are Records of use for something the Hyperions called the Planetary Eye, or World Bridge. That mean anything?"

The colonel and Jared shared a look before they both turned towards the circular structure near the back wall of the room. Kara pointed at it. "If it means anything, I'd say it was talking about that. A Stargate, a doorway between worlds using wormholes. See what it says. These Hyperions would have to have gone to Earth at some point." Nick nodded and pressed the console to access the submenu.

A list of symbols Nick could barely see were around the edge of the now-called Stargate listed themselves, different combinations of eight to nine symbols each. Each listing also had a designation or what Nick assumed were names of different worlds. One in particular stood out to him: Pantheon. He turned back towards the other high schoolers. "Elliot? The name Hyperion is part of Greek mythology, right?"

Elliot nodded slowly. "Yeah, a God or something, had something to do with the Percy Jackson series I think, too."

Nick nodded again and pressed the string of symbols, the hologram flying across different star systems before resting on a blue and green world, a designation on the planet's local star reading Sol. Looking at the layout of this particular world's surroundings, he cheered lightly. "Got it!" Looking back at the console, he looked for some kind of date. After a few moments, he hummed. "It says the Hyperions visited Earth over six million years ago. The only other most recent location seems to be a planet called Mundus Tartarus. I know Tartarus was the Olympian Hell, so whatever had them go there, it was the last thing the Ancient Hyperions did."

Kara had walked up next to him, looking at the slowly rotating hologram of the Earth. "You said there was an option for communications. Any chance you can connect us to Earth? You've done a good job so far."

"I'll see what I can do, colonel. This is new territory for me, I'm practically guessing with this crap." He turned back to the console, finding his way back to the main menu and accessing the communications sub menu. Finding what he was looking for, he pressed the console a couple times before holding his hand down on one part of the console. "Patched in. Ma'am?"

Kara took a breath before speaking. "San Mateos base, SGC do you read me? This is Colonel Kara Fischer reporting in. Is anyone there?"

Meanwhile, on Earth; San Mateos SGC Control Room..

General Gillen was at the radio transmitter in an instant as a voice was heard over the link. "San Mateos base, SGC do you read me? This is Colonel Kara Fischer reporting in. Is anyone there?"

He took control of the radio on his end. "Colonel? Kara, are you all alright? Where are you?"

There were cheers from the other end as Kara answered. "It's good to hear your voice, general. The away team is fine, all accounted for. As for where we are, we haven't completely deciphered that as of yet. What we have found out is that the Ancients we know of were not the only ancient alien race to visit Earth. According to what we've already found, the people here were known as the Hyperions, and they visited Earth over six million years ago before Gating their way to another world. After that, there are no records." She explained.

The General scratched his chin. "Six million years, eh? That would predate the Ancients by well over a few millennia. How did you come by this information? It sounds like you're saying these Hyperions are extinct."

There was a nervous chuckle on the other end as Professor Wells' voice sounded. "General, if I may. We on the Away team did not find this information. In fact, these Hyperions seem to be much different from the Ancients who visited Earth that we know. Their language is much different. Fortunately, it seems that DNA similar to our Ancient Gene but with the Hyperions found its way here with us."

"What are you saying, Professor? Who is responsible for finding this information about these Hyperions?" Asked Gillen.

"That's where the bad news comes in. All we have uncovered was found by two teenagers from Crystal Springs." The shock was evident on the General's face. "In fact, the malfunction of the Stargate not only transported us on the initial exploratory team, but a group of about thirty or so local high schoolers as well."

The General was livid, not with anger but with concern. There had only been one other incident such as this, and that had only been a slight malfunction that had brought the team at the time to the once second Stargate that had been uncovered in Antarctica years earlier. "How did something like this happen?! Those teenagers' parents will be waking up soon, and you said thirty? That's the beginning of a mob if word gets out they were technically kidnapped by the Air Force!"

Away Team's Location..

Nick cleared his throat. "Um, excuse me, sir. General, my name is Nick Negron, one of the high schoolers. I'm actually the one who figured out how to get in contact with you back on Earth. It might seem a little unorthodox, but maybe going to the houses of us teenagers who got brought into this and telling our parents would work in your favor. Yes, our parents will probably be furious, and I know shit like this is hush hush and whatnot. But, if they at least know we're all safe, even if confused as to what exactly is going on, it would most likely not cause an angry mob. Or worse, your superiors reaming you out over this. It wasn't your fault. No one could have predicted whatever the Air Force was doing would inexplicably have thirty local teens be brought with your men literally to another galaxy. And bringing all of us back is most likely impossible at the moment, not to mention me as well as some of my friends are the only ones who can help your men right now in figuring out how to work all this alien technology.

"If I'm being honest, General, this is all like a dream come true for me. Even without much other choice, the chance to explore alien worlds? An entirely new galaxy? There's no way I'd want to miss that chance."

Kara looked at the young man incredulously for his lengthy yet very logical argument. She was more surprised when everyone assembled heard the general's voice boom in laughter.

"You got spirit, kid. Any chance you're related to the late Skylar Negron?"

Nick was taken aback. He hadn't heard that name in over thirteen years. "Yes, sir. That was my father." Sarina's eyes widened, she had never heard anything about Nick's father, almost none of the high schoolers had. It was usually a sore topic for him.

"He was a good man, and a fine good soldier. I served with him in the first Iraq tour after 9/11. I think he'd be proud you wanted to help out. I'll think about your suggestion about all of your parents, but in the meantime. Colonel, have your men put these teens through Basic. If they're going to be staying there with you, they might as well do what they can to help. We'll be working on our end to get them home, but with how you all got wherever you wound up, that may be impossible on this side of the Gate. I expect weekly reports from you about your progress on learning what you can about these Hyperions. If they came to Earth before disappearing, then that could mean some hostile presence is out there with you."

Kara shook her head, unable to believe the teenager standing next to her had just gotten onto her superior's good side, and that was a rare feat as far as she was concerned. "Yes, sir. Understood. Away Team, out."

"No, Colonel. Away Team was your designation if you had been able to come back. As of right now, you all are the Extragalactic Stargate Command. San Mateos base, over and out." The connection ended as Nick looked at Elliot, identical grins on their faces.

Kara sighed. "Well, I guess that settles that. Lieutenant, take these teens and find some quarters, will you? I have to figure out how we're going to train them." Nick didn't like the darkness behind her statement reassuring, but he followed Jared with the rest of the high school students, knowing this was just the beginning of something epic.

Kara looked at the still-rotating galaxy map, sighing. "This is already going south, and we just left Earth. I have a bad feeling about all this." As harmless as her words were, they were all the more true.

~SG:NU~

Deep within the reaches of this new galaxy, a dark cloaked figure sat in a throne built of bones. A servant hobbled their way up to the throne platform. "Pardon me, your grace. Mighty Hades, the Hyperion city of Utopia has been activated. It seems the cowardly Hyperion survivors have returned home."

The figure smiled darkly, rows of somewhat jagged teeth showing in the dimly-lit chamber. "Good. Send out a scouting party into the city. I want to know who thinks they can just occupy my territory."

"As you say, my liege." The servant replied, hobbling off as fast as he could while the figure now known as Hades laughed maniacally.