CALLING HOME
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Universe nor anything related to the Stargate franchise.
Author's note: This is my first attempt to write a Stargate Universe fanfiction in English. Be kind, I'm french...
When the Alteran Prime Counselor entered what could be a situation room on Earth, everything went suddenly quiet and almost every person within the place turned to glance anxiously at the old but tall and large gray haired men. Then, it strangely looked like everyone was awaiting his wrath. But the Prime Counselor didn't erupt in anger. With a calm behavior but a quick pace, he approached the young man behind a console in the center of the vast room.
"Report!"
The young Alteran typed on his console. A big sized holographic screen appeared from thin air in the middle of the room and displayed several images and videos of some people apparently aboard a spaceship, and a wide schematic plan of a huge vessel riddled with data. The Prime Counselor focused on the screen a brief moment and then turned to the young man still at the console, his gray eyebrows raised in complete astonishment.
"The Destiny?"
A nod was the only answer he got from the young man beside him. The second after, his eyes were back on the screen.
"But... How is it possible? That ship was lost millions of years ago!"
"Yes, Sir Prime. 2,86 millions years ago precisely. But we triple checked the data: that's The Destiny, without no possible doubt. Despite the fact millions of years have elapsed, seemingly, the ship is just going on with its mission." said the young Alteran on his right side. The Prime Counselor let his mind digest the incredible information, his eyes locked on the screen right before him.
"What's the ship status?"
"There are some minor damages to the hull but The Destiny is fully operational. All systems are in stasis except life support, navigation, propulsion and emergency procedures."
"That's... unbelievable!" muttered The Prime Counselor who seemed to be unquestionably overwhelmed by the news because he then asked with a trembling voice "But how did you find it? And who are these people on board?"
The young man typed again on his console. Images on the screen changed to show a detail of The Destiny which looked like to be the bridge.
"Well," hesitated the man "We didn't really find The Destiny, Sir Prime. The Destiny found us."
"The Destiny found us?"
It was clearly like a shock to the older man. Pointing at the screen, the young Alteran went on.
"When these people boarded the ship by the astria porta, intruder alert procedure activated the security protocols of the ship. That made The Destiny send us a message and it seems we are the first Alterans to have received it."
The Prime Counselor walked up to the holographic screen, amazed, and took a few seconds observing the ship.
"And about these beings?"
"The Destiny also sent us a full report about them. Bioanalysis comparisons with our database revealed that they belong to the human race from Earth."
The Prime Counselor turned rapidly around and stared at him.
"Humans from Earth? Like the ones who brought Atlantis back to their planet?"
"Affirmative, Sir Prime."
A moment of silence felt upon the room.
"Do they have control of the ship?"
"No, Sir Prime. Apparently, they partially apprehend Alteran technology. The report sent by the ship says they repaired a malfunction in life support system because although they've tried to dial their homeworld they're stranded."
The next couple of minutes, looking back at the screen, The Prime Counselor seemed to be lost in his thoughts. And then his voice rose, firm.
"I want a map. Show me the position of The Destiny and her course. Plus her range from our homeworld and details of all the astria porta nearby the ship."
"Processing, Sir Prime."
Graphics, schematics and lights of different colors illuminated the holographic screen and a 3D map materialized just in front of the Counselor who took the time to look at it, thinking furiously.
"They're so far away from our galaxy." whispered the old Alteran, and then he said out loud "What is that trajectory The Destiny is on?"
"The ship is on its original programmed course which is to follow The Sower."
"The Sower" thought The Counselor. Another vessel of legend. One among the many designed to implant galaxies with astria porta. Alteran ancient history was so huge...
"Are there any corridors on The Destiny's course?"
"Corridors, Sir Prime?" The surprise in the young man's voice behind the central console was obvious. Without a single look to him the older Alteran said:
"Corridors, yes. I know it's quite an old technology but if The Destiny is still traveling through space millions of years after her launch, I bet the corridors still work as well. So... corridors, please?"
The young Alteran paused a second and then typed on his console one more time. A minute later, several other items started to twinkle on the 3D map. The Prime Counselor remained static in front of the screen for a long moment.
"Now, send a message directly to The Destiny's computer core. I want the ship to modify its course in order to come close this corridor." The Counselor touched an element on the holographic screen. "Have a star cruiser ready for an interception course in two hours and a full squadron positioned via astria porta on this planet as soon as possible" He touched another element on the screen.
"Your orders have been sent, Sir Prime."
The Prime Counselor turned around and looked gravely at everyone in the situation room.
"I think it's time for The Destiny to come back home."
FIN._
