Pop Goes the Dita

Dita Liebely was happy. She was always happy, it was her default mood. She had just finished seeing her favorite alien and was now going back to her quarters to write in her diary. Just as she was reaching her corridor she felt a strange tingling feeling as the world went white.

She blinked her eyes as the light faded. She was on a different ship. This one had lower lighting, and a distinctly organic feel to it. Right in front of her were two people. One was so old he must be a member of the first generation. He had a strong jaw and some sort of green jump suit. The outfit looked a little like the flight outfits that the other dread pilots wore, but had no style or flash.

Next to the old man was Dita's exact vision of an alien. It had gray skin covering a lithe body and oversized head with equally engorged eyes. The being spoke, "Greetings and welcome to the Asgard ship Danial Jackson. I am Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet."

Just as the final words left Thor's mouth he was interrupted by a loud and high pitched "SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" coming from Dita. The joyful noise continued to grow in volume and pitch until... POP!

Dita's blood pressure exceeded her skull's structural integrity, spraying the entire room, including Thor and Jack, with a fine red mist and bits of grey matter. Thor was appalled at the unfortunate outcome of first contact with a new group of humans. To further the Supreme Commander's state Jack O'Neal fell to the floor clutching his sides in laughter. Thor frowned at the human, "O'Neal, what is so humorous about this situation?" Thor waved a thin hand at the pile of dead girl lying on the deck.

Jack continued to laugh, but managed to gasp out, "Knew it..... Would Happen..... Eventually.... One of them...... Would go..... POP!"

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Meia Gibsorn was trying to reach Dita so she could chew her out for her sloppy formation again today. But the childish pilot seemed to be nowhere on the ship. Not in her quarters, not on the hanger, not in the garden, not even with that annoying Taraak boy.

Just as Meia turned a corner she saw what was obviously a projection of a little creature with grey skin, a big head and large eyes. The projection spoke in a distorted voice, "Greetings, My name is Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet. I would like to take a moment to apologize for the unfortunate..."

The alien trailed off as Meia collapsed, clutching her head and screaming, "That airhead was right! That airhead was right!"

Thor quickly deactivated the projection before events repeated themselves.

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Magno Vivan was wondering what was going on. One of her pilots had disappeared and another was curled up in sick bay muttering, "They do exist." Over and over again. Some outside influence was affecting her people, and she wanted it stopped now. They had enough to worry about with the harvest.

Suddenly her comm channel beeped an incoming call. Depressing the button a holographic screen flashed to life before her. A man, obviously military from his clothing, and old enough to be from the original colonists. She spat, "Who the hell are you? Are you responsible for what is happening to my crew?"

"Ma'am, I'm Jack O'Neal. I would like to apologize for any inconvenience we might be causing you, but we're new around here and were just trying to say hi."

"Who is this we?"

The screen panned over to Thor and Magno grabbed her chest, writhing in agony. It only lasted a moment, then she slumped down in her chair.

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Jack was shaking his head as Thor maneuvered them back through the spacial rift that had brought them here, "This is what you get for trying to recruit allies in other realities. Some of them just can't handle it. I mean this is exactly why we don't have more SG teams."

Thor's frown deepened, "I am begining to see what you mean."