Planeswalker: Stargate
Introduction 
Planeswalker is a series of short stories about an old Rifts RPG character of mine who took
to exploring other dimensions after the traumatic loss of his lover to vampires. In the 
course of his travels, he has stumbled into various dimensions that appear in fictional 
works of our world. In other words, crossovers.

Additionally, he has found (and, subsequently, lost) a place that he would have liked to call 
home shortly before this story. That whole section of his life will likely never take on the 
form of a story, as it took place in an RP chat room. This is the first of Rafgar's stories 
that I've distributed. If I get a favorable reaction, I'll probably post some more of them. 

This story takes place in the SGC, just before SG-1 episode number 711, Evolution part 1. 
(That episode aired on 8-22-03)

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or any of it's affiliated characters or terms (duh!) and I 
make no claim to them. I also don't own Rifts RPG or any of the affiliated terms that go with 
it (there's a few in here) and make no claim to them. I do, however own Rafgar, not that I 
care if anyone wants to use him.


"Unplanned incoming traveler!" the voice blared over the speakers of the SGC. It was a common 
call, as was the result. Most of the time, minutes later, the alarms would shut down as the 
computers received a GDO transmission identifying an off-world team or an ally who had dialed 
the Stargate in the SGC. Regardless, Major Samantha Carter usually rushed to the control 
room, just in case. 

This time was no different, until she got to the control room.

"No GDO received, sir."

"Close the iris."

Sam came to a halt just behind General Hammond. "Sir, what's going on?"

"Exactly what I was going to ask." Colonel Jack O'Neill came into the room, followed closely 
by Teal'c and Dr. Daniel Jackson.

The general looked from one to the other. "We're not sure yet. So far, nothings tried to come 
through the gate, but we're not getting a GDO transmission either."

The sargent at the console cut in. "Sir, there's an energy beam coming through. It looks like 
a particle beam...only different."

"Let me see." Sam sat down at the computer. "Sir, this isn't just a particle beam." She 
tapped a few keys and the display spit horizontally down the center, revealing two distinct 
energy patterns. She pointed at the top one. "This one is defiantly a particle beam. This one 
though...well, sir, I'm not sure what it is exactly. It looks like a correlating electron 
pulse interweaved with the particle beam."


"So," O'Neill inquired, "In English, that would be...what exactly?"

"Well, sir, it's like whoever it is is using the particle beam to shoot and electrical surge 
through the wormhole, but I can't figure out why. Regardless, we should be more worried about 
 the particle beam. We already know what it will do to our iris."


"That's not a concern major. We'll just dial out as soon as the wormhole closes...right?"

"Well, of course we tried that in the past. We've sped up our dialing sequence a bit since 
then, but I'm not at all certain it'll be enough."

At that moment, a glowing red face appeared on the iris. "I am Crynth. By now you've no doubt 
detected both energy beams I am directing through your gate. I know you've faced a similar 
tactic from Socar, and I know that you know ways of defeating it. I think you'll find it 
difficult, however, to dial out when the electron data beam alters the programming of your 
dialing computer.

"You shall be crushed. With the fall of the Taur'i, I shall gain the respect of the system 
lords and the power that comes with it. Make your peace with whatever higher power you 
believe in, for soon, you shall answer to a true god."

As the face faded, the members of SG-1 looked at each other. Finally, O'Neill broke the 
silence. "General, shouldn't we be getting the guest room ready?"

Hammond glanced at O'Neill, then looked at Carter. "Major, is what he says possible?"

"I don't know sir. If it is, we have to assume it's a fairly new technology. Otherwise, Socar 
would have used it on us. Regardless, we'll have to try to dial out anyway."

"Agreed. Have the computer ready to dial the instant the wormhole closes."

"Yes sir."

"Teal'c, have you ever heard of this Crynth before?"

"Indeed I have. His is a minor Gou'ald who has never held a position of power. If not for 
this act, I would not believe he had enough power to threaten the Taur'i. I am still not 
certain he does."

Daniel added, "Well, he doesn't appear in and Earth mythology I'm aware of."

"No, he would not. He is only a few centuries old, very young for a Gou'ald."

"Well, obviously junior thinks he's got us." O'Neill said. "Maybe he's gained some power."

"It is possible. He was high in the ranks of Apophis' servants. He may have taken command of 
some displaced Jaff'a."

"I thought they all joined the rebels."

"Not all. Only most."

Sam spoke up at that moment. "Sir, we're ready to dial, but there seems to be an abnormality 
in the computer. The symbols it's giving us don't match the ones on the gate. Should we do it 
 anyway?"

"Major, I don't think we have a choice. It's either that or let a hostile Gou'ald into the 
SGC."

"Why don't we just kick his slimy little butt?" O'Neill asked. Then, as everyone looked at 
him, he added, "Sir."


Rafgar ran.

Even at the fastest his psi-enhanced legs could carry him, the demon continued to gain. 
Great, he thought, I leave the forest and Ali and find myself in another Hell.

It was a mistake he deeply regretted. His wondering curiosity to explore ever rift that 
showed itself to him had prompted him to enter one, thinking from the signs that it was a two 
way portal and that he'd be able to get back to his fiance and the relatively quiet life he 
was building in that dimension.


If only I'd known, he thought to himself, I'd have never left. And now, even if I do get back 
there, she'll never take me back.

He stumbled on a rock and almost fell. Chiding himself for getting distracted, he continued 
on and shot a psi bolt back at the demon to slow it for a split second. His TK armor had 
already failed, he didn't have enough energy to manifest his psi-blade, and he was getting 
physically tired. If he didn't find a way to get away soon...but he wouldn't think about 
that.


"Wormhole destabilizing..." Carter put her finger on the key that would trigger the dialing 
sequence. The blue glow that bathed the gate room on the other side of the iris abased and 
she hit it.

Much to the surprise of every one in the room, as the gate started dialing, the iris opened. 
"Major?" Hammond asked.

"Sir, it must have been the reprogramming. I can't close the iris. It seems to be locked in 
place."

Hammond grabbed the mic to speak to the guards in the gate room. "Lieutenant! Close the iris 
manually!"

The soldier ran over to the manual controls as the gate finished dialing. Instead of the 
usual blue vortex, however, the gate seemed to sway and ripple as another world became 
visible through it.

"Um, I could be mistaken, but that's not supposed to happen, is it?"

"Indeed it is not Colonel O'Neill. In all my years, I have never seen a gate behave in this 
manner. Indeed, I have never seen anything like this in my life."

Daniel chimed in haltingly. "I have."

 
Rafgar sighed in relief as the rift opened in front of him. Turning in midair as he dove 
through it, he used the last of his energy to send a barrage of psi-bolts at the demon to 
keep it from following him through. He landed with a thud on a metal ramp, surrounded by 
humans training what appeared to be pre-rifts weapons at him. With a sigh of relief, he 
drifted into unconsciousness.


As the iris closed behind the man who just jumped through the portal, Hammond gave the order 
to hold fire. The last of the strange energy waves emitting from his hands hit the iris, 
momentarily warping the already weakened metal.

This man was badly injured and, judging from the fact that he was unconscious almost before 
he hit the ramp, exhausted. "Medical team and security to the gate room."

Dr. Fraiser came in, followed closely by assistants and additional soldiers. She took the 
man's pulse and checked his respirations. A brief look of concern passed on her face and she 
waved a man with a stretcher over. "Get him the the infirmary, quickly."

"Doctor," came Hammond's voice over the intercom, "Get a cat scan ASAP."

"That won't be necessary General. This man is no Gou'ald."

"How can you be sure?"

"If he were, some of these wounds would be healed by now. This one is at least a week old, 
and infected to boot."

"Very well, but keep him under armed guard until we can question him."

"Yes sir."

At the top of the ramp, behind the iris, a wormhole formed and the particle bombardment began 
anew.