Ok, so I havnt posted on this in a while. I read a lot of stories where an Ancient/Lantean/Alterran whatever arrived in our time and rebuilds their society. But here is my thought. What if that person was not a prodigy/General/scientist/whatever. In this story Solan is a normal everyday Lantean, he isn't a genius, by their standards. He isnt a prodigy, by thier standards. Nor is he particularly skilled. He's an everyday guy, who is lost among primitives. Basically its like one of us were lost among stone age humans.
Im basing a lot of his actions on what I would do in his situation. Now, that does not make this a self insert. I just need a baseline. Like me, Solan is not a genius or a prodigy by Lantean standards.
He is a teen that was stranded in the equivalent of the stone age with cave men. He is able to blend in slightly and he knows how to build the equivalent of stone age tools.
Solan arrives in the future
"Run, get to the Porta." The soldier yelled to the civilians while firing his rifle at the screeching darts. "Everyone down." Another soldier yelled. I ducked instinctively when I saw his Elementalist uniform. Suddenly from over head a massive thunderbolt crossed the sky. The violent energy connecting with hundreds of darts and sent them all crashing into the ground.
I stood back up moments later and continued running towards the Porta. Already I could hear the yells of the soldiers warning others of more darts heading down to the planet. All around me i could see the illusion of the Wraith trying to make me panic. I fought them off, but the Athosians around me weren't so lucky. "Ignore them." i told my friend. "If you panic you will simply make it easier for them to cull you."
"Easy for you to say. Not all of us have the advantage of being able to fight the Wraith in our minds." The Athosian said nastily.
"You don't have to be able to read minds to fight them. You only have to block them out. And you do that by ignoring them." The Athosian boy nodded and we continued running for the gate. My friend and I got separated when we reached a group of Athosians who were heading for a cave system. I said goodbye to my friend and soon I finally reached the clearing where the Porta was located. I instinctively ducked when I heard the rumble of thunder meaning another elemental was about to strike again.
After the thunderbolt I ran for the Porta. It was slow going, there were Wraith on the other side of the clearing guarding the gate. I had my own pistol and shot several Wraith and knocked down more with telekinesis.
Finally I reached the gate and sent a call through asking for the shield to be lowered. I turned and fired another few shots from my Pistol and jumped back. As I hit the event horizon I heard another thunderclap and saw a massive bolt of lightning arc down and hit the gate
Its ironic but true. No one has ever discovered how we remain conscious while in transit in the Astria Porta. There are a few nanoseconds where conscious is lost but while travelling between Portas consciousness remains. This is how I knew something was wrong. The transit between portas was too long for the trip to Atlantis. My second clue was that I suddenly flew out of the Astria Porta and hit a gray, very hard, floor made out of concrete.
Thankfully I had my pistol so I stood up and looked around. No one was close so I turned to examine the Porta and again my situation was reaffirmed. This was somewhere new. The Stargate was in a wooden box. And the DHD was no where in sight, ever worse the stargate was the older model, the kind that only exists in Avalon. I jumped when I heard a series of clicks behind me.
I heard someone say something that I could not understand. I turned and saw a human pointing a projectile weapon at me and waving the muzzle up wards. "I cant understand you. I'm sorry."
The human did nothing and reached for a communication device. I couldn't let him do that, so i knocked him out telepathically. "I'm sorry." I entered his mind and absorbed his language. It would take a while to understand and speak it fluently but I would at least know the language soon. I also erased his memory of seeing me. Thankfully there was no electronic surveillance in this room. I also learned where I was, which was bad. I was in a government facility.
I left soon after, but not before looking mournfully at the gate. I ran out and soon I was in Washington DC. In the Earth year 1980.
I walked around Washington for two days while my mind assimilated the language. It took a while to join the concepts, images, ideas, and slang of the language to words that I could relate to. Then i began drawing parallels to Lantean, it was one massive headache, and was compounded by trying to navigate this new world. Worse I was hungry and tired.
Late on the second day I arrived at an air travel centre where thrust and airfoil reliant vehicles were delegated to enter and leave the area. I hoped that here my clothing and lack of knowledge of the language would be understandable.
As I approached the Airport i finally realised I saw a sign that had a red circle with a red line going through a picture of their projectile weapons. I realised what it meant so i took my pistol and dismantled it and put it in a backpack I had found. To their technology my pistol would not be anything special. Or even recognisable.
As I was looking around I was approached by a woman who tried to talk to me. Using the limits of my ability to speak English I said. "Sorry, i cant speak English."
"She looked at me confused and switched to another language. Then another that sounded like a primitive version of Lantean.
"Can you understand me now?"
"A little. This language is similar to mine."
"Ok, how long have you been in the United States?"
"A few days. I'm not sure how I got here. I woke up two days ago and I didn't know where to go. I came here since it is a travel centre I hoped to find help."
"You should have gone to the police."
"Who?" She looked at me disbelieving and said
"The local law enforcement."
"Oh. I'm sorry I'm tired, hungry and very confused." She looked at me sympathetically
"How old are you, and what is your name?"
"I am Solan. I'm fifteen years old." Well that's is my age in Earth years.
"I'm Debra. Why don't you come with me Solan. We will get something to eat and Ill talk to the airport security. See if we can't find you family."
Of course they didn't find my family. They were a galaxy away. The airport officials spoke for a while and when no record of me was found concern began to grow. Debra's husband Jacob Carter arrived about 20 minutes later.
"Solan I need to speak to my husband. Ill be back soon."
"Yes Debra."
"Debra who is he?"
"A fifteen year old boy who was kidnapped and brought to the States. He doesn't speak English very well and didn't even know what Police were. He's been walking around for two days alone. He's also very bright, he thought that coming to an airport, AKA travel center, would be a good idea to get help."
"Ok you have helped him, we need to get going."
"Jacob, hes fifteen. I would like to offer him a place to stay for a few days."
"Debra, he entered the country illegally. We can't just give him room and board."
"And you are a Colonel in the Airforce. And he didn't enter the country illegally. He was kidnapped. He can't just spend the night in a police station. He can barely speak english."
"Debra."
"Jacob please."
"Allright. Ill talk to the officers."
After a long discussion Debra and Jacob were allowed to take me to their house for a night. I could feel Jacobs mistrust and i made sure to not provoke that mistrust. Meeting their children Samantha and Mark was interesting. Sam truly was quite intelligent, even by Lantean standards. Had she been educated on Atlantis from a young age she would have gone far further than most humans.
I won't go into the boring details but after six months I was officially adopted by the Carter family. It took that long for them to decide that I was not a threat. Another two months for them to assign me to the Carters for care till i reached the age of majority, eighteen, in three years.
During my time with them I learned that the planet I am on was the first home of my people while in Avalon. Terra. And by studying Lantin I realised that my people must have had an influence here. This also told me that I was not in my right time. I had a rough idea of what happened. Turns out all those times listening to Portal theory from my best friend was good for something. The lightning strike that hit the Porta must have caused the wormhole to jump to a new porta. And if the jump caused the wormhole to pass near a star or blackhole the wormhole could have been catapulted to Avalon and Earth. Unlikely but possible.
But regardless, here I am. A fifteen year old Lantean on the planet Earth, 10,000 years later then I should be.
A/N I think unlikely is a gross understatement. But dont even start. You cant read any fanfiction without finding something that is extremely unlikely or pure luck. So how is it? Good, Bad, Post the first chapter already, or Head back to the drawing board?
