AN:
GM: welcome first time reader to the amazing story known as 2012! A crossover of vast proportions! I, along with the ever growing OrbSyndicate, will write this as we see fit. There will be codes, secrets, and all sorts of that. But other than that, this is just an immensely long serial story, of the year 2012.
The crossover section this story sits in will constantly change. First it was Battlestar Galactica x Stargate SG-1. The current crossover will generally be two universes involved in the most recent chapter. So if you came here while we had a "Gravity Falls x Avatar: The Last Airbender" crossover, be prepared to wait a few chapters before that actually happens. (and as new shows get added, we may use crossovers that are not mentioned until much later.)
UPDATE: The Prologue has been updated to be read easier by first time readers. Explanations and descriptions of characters and elements from the fandoms. Its reasonable to assume that any given reader won't know every fandom included. Anyway, begin reading dear reader.
/accesMinds
/(int)mindsLocated
/begin.2012
/println("Three years ago they left, hoping to avoid reality")
/println("They found something else entirely")
/println("Now, three years have passed")
/println("The time has come for everything to be set in motion...")
/println("Soon, a group of explorers will come home, and a fleet will be formed")
/println("And the wheels turn...")
/start
/errors: 0
December 31, 2011
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The countdown had begun. The clock was ticking down towards the new year. The anxious crowds had all gathered in their various places. The couples were holding hands, each awaiting the special time. The others held their glasses with bated breath. The countdown had begun. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…. As the clock struck midnight the world erupted in festivities.
However, the new year also brought forth a new era in the history of the multiverse. The worlds would never be the same.
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General George Hammond sat down in his big chair, anxiously tapping his desk.
He was an old man, balding and slowly gaining weight over the years. He had one of those faces that could look welcoming and warm one moment, and extremely angry the next. In his case, being old did not make him look weak. It actually may have made him seem more steadfast. He was one of those old Generals who should have retired long ago, but circumstances kept him in service. He had been in charge of the base when the stargate activated for the first time. Back then, there had been no SGC. No SG teams. He was just sitting there until he retired.
Now, seven years later, he couldn't imagine even having a retired life. This was his life now. Commanding officer of the top secret Stargate Program. The Goals of the program were simple: seek out new life and new civilizations. To acquire alien technology for use in furthering the development and defenses of Earth. They had had some success, a spaceship, the Prometheus, had been built. Hammond had been there during all of it. He was the General, after all.
He whirled around in his chair, staring out the plasma-proof glass, at the tremendous ring that was the stargate. It was a dark grey, and engraved in many strange symbols vaguely resembling constellations, with nine orange chevrons around the edge. The alien device could portal anything that could fit into it to other worlds, including people.
Currently, a blue phone box was plugged into it.
Hammond stared at it, even though it had been months he was still not quite used to the strange phone box sitting there, possibly allowing for his team to one day come back. SG-1 was not only the best team they had, but they were old friends at this point. They had been there just as long, if not slightly longer, than he had.
He looked at the gate longingly. The new year was coming. He should be at home, with his granddaughters. But being in charge of the best kept secret in US history didn't allow for much free time. He had been celebrating New Years with the personnel, but many of them had passed out. It was largely quiet now.
He watched the main computer screen that was supposed to be counting down until the next year. Walter had set it up, thinking it would be festive. Hammond hadn't even noticed that it had hit zero.
Apparently Walter hadn't either, pressing the "confetti" button a little too late.
But the timing was absolutely perfect.
Just as the confetti exploded, the Stargate began to turn, rotating.
Hammond stood to attention. "Incoming Wormhole!" Walter yelled over the intercom.
Hammond stared. It was dialing in faster than normal.
And it had already dialed in eight symbols.
Hammond raised his eyebrows. Were the Asgard dropping in?
Then the gate hit the ninth chevron, activating a strange flat purple field.
Walter blinked. "Receiving SG-1's IDC sir."
Hammond grinned, quite unlike him. "Let's welcome them home!"
Out walked Colonel Jack O'Neill. He was an older man who, despite his age, had a young and mischievous air about him. With a spring in his step, he leapt into the room, spreading his arms to the SGC. "HELOOOOO CAMPERS! It is GOOD TO BE BACK! Now General, I know you're going to want a serious debrief, but to sum it up, we helped stop a war, possibly start a war, made friends, got some intel, and all in all had a really tough time getting back. I want a shower before debriefing if you wouldn't mind."
"Not at all" Hammond said over the intercom.
"Great! Please treat our friends with respect. They'll appear over Earth in about five seconds."
"WHAT?"
"Oh and we have some kids with us. No biggie, you understand." O'Neill turned to his radio. "HEY GUYS! you can come in!"
The people who came through seemed absolutely bizarre.
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"DRADIS CONTACT!"
Admiral Adama groaned, the deepness of his voice drawing the gaze of the crew. He leaned back, cracking his old bones. Just what the needed. He adjusted his glasses. "What the frak is it this time?"
"Unknown. In a flash that seemed like an FTL jump 8 ships have appeared. None are Cylon in design."
Adama blinked. More unknown things. Absolutely wonderful. "Any signs of hostility?"
"None. We are being hailed by one of them however-"
Adama's XO, Saul Tigh grumbled. "Great. Talking. This should be good."
Adama turned to his bald eyepatch-wearing friend. "You seem to be in an especially sour mood today Saul. Answer them."
Over the radio they heard a voice of a man. "I am Captain Piccard of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I don't know what's going on, but we do not wish for a conflict."
"We?" Saul asked.
"There are four of our ships here. Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and the Defiant."
Adama furrowed his brow. "What of the other four?"
"Unknown."
A lieutenant tapped Adama on the shoulder. "Thrace is calling from the… room."
Adama sighed. "Saul, deal with this, I've got a call to check…" He picked up the phone. "What is it Kara?"
The voice of the young female fighter pilot met his ear. "It's Sam. He's started repeating the same thing over and over. 'Tell Adama to beware Q.' Don't ask me to explain it…"
Adama groaned. The last thing he needed was for that brain-damaged cylon to start spouting more prophetic nonsense-
-then he was suddenly standing somewhere else entirely.
A strange man with an aloof look on his face was grinning at him. He appeared to be middle age and was wearing some strange red uniform. "Ah hello all you various people! I am Q. Welcome to the new fleet! We're going to have so much fun together!"
Adama looked around. He was not the only one in this strange place. There were others.
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"Q, why did you have to go and do that?"
"Destiny!"
"I seriously doubt that"
"Okay it was because I was bored and I didn't' like my favorite future not coming to pass. The world will be so BORING without ol' Jean Luc around."
"I like this guy. Seriously, look at him! he's so FUN! Unlike the rest of you!"
"Your death will be swift."
"I'm not entirely sure if any of us can actually die…"
"Thought you were all-knowing?"
"Thought YOU were!"
"Well I am. It must be really confusing to people looking in on this realm because they can't tell our voices apart."
"No-one else can see this place."
"She can."
"She isn't a problem."
"Yes she is. I want her gutted, killed, and thrown into a world of utter and complete torture."
"I suspect you do. But I won't allow it."
"Not used to sharing power are you? Just three years ago you were the only one here…"
"Shut up. All of you. The time has come, things have been set into motion."
"Ah, but the motion of what?"
"The end of everything."
"2012 huh? Cliche."
"Ah but Q my friend, cliche is just what we need is it not?"
"I suppose…"
"You both are morons."
"We know."
"Anyway, let the games begin!"
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In these few minutes, some twins celebrated with fireworks, a man waits for his partner, two agents are walking around for no reason, a giant ball dropped from a building that looked like a sewing machine, an alien plotted his vengeance, an alien thought of his redemption, and the universes drifted closer together.
It had begun.
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CFSB LC PBSBK JBQ
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AN: and that is the prologue to 2012, an amazing mega crossover of a ton of Sci-Fi and Mysterious shows, along with other random things thrown in as we see fit. This will be an epic tale taking place over the year 2012 and will cover the fate of many universes.
It will take a looooooong time to write. But hey, we'll work on it.
GM - the first chapter will hopefully be out within a week. It's already ridiculously long, so don't you worry about not getting much content.
On the main profile there is a link to a "conspiracy wheel" image relating to the story. :3 It means something. I'll love to see what you guys think it means. Muahahhaha...
Also reviews appreciated. AND SHARE THIS STORY WITH YOUR FRIENDS. And keep in mind that the crossover options will change every few chapters, so you can't just go searching for this story every time. You should probably bookmark it. Or follow it. Or just bookmark the ORBSyndicate page and go from there.
OP - Reader, you are about to enter a world of chaos with which you are unfamiliar. Tread carefully, but most of all...
Have fun and enjoy.
Everything will make sense
Eventually