A/N: The story Lucifer bears influence on this one and they are in the same universe.

Mystery Solved

Disclaimer: The characters of Stargate Universe belong to MGM. The characters of the Four Orders are entirely my own.

AU/SGU/FO: A powerful being from another universe appears on the Destiny just as Eli's time had run out. Stranded on the ship he has to figure out how to go home and the best way is to help the crew of Destiny.

Season One – The New Guests

Previously:

Two months into his meditation, Diablo sought a different approach to fix their problems. He went to help Lt. Johansen and in the process had an idea how to boost the power.

Though this exercise caused him much pain he succeeded in unlocking more power and after healing he was ready to do what he intended the first time around.

With the extra power, the ship's structural field was reinforced and Diablo jumped the ship to a higher lane of speed. Surprisingly, the ship survived the ordeal and has safely arrived in the target galaxy.

The two have still much to do before waking up the crew …

Chapter 10

The Destiny has now been a few weeks into the new galaxy (jumping from system to system while looking for specific materials). Diablo had constructed two bio beds that will contain the new bodies of Dr. Perry and Jin. Viz worried that he still would need their DNA but Diablo did not seem concerned about that part.

The last planet they visited provided the last of the bio materials he needed for the process to begin. Mixing the ingredients did not take long but the process of growth would take its time that they were going to use to develop the cure for lieutenant Johansen.

"Are you sure this will fix her?" Viz asked when they began fixing the bio materials. "These materials are not exactly Earth proofed."

"The base materials of the universe are the same everywhere. All I have to do is to tune them to the Earth specs and presto pronto, we have a cure." Diablo replied. "Now, go ready the fiery spot."

"I still think it is dangerous to keep such thing onboard and it is called a furnace."

"Your concern is duly noted. Now go!" Diablo observed and then muttered. 'And stop correcting me! Annoying trans-dimensional being,'

Both of them were correct. The device that Diablo had built to superheat elements onboard could be called a furnace but it basically resembled a cylinder of tempered steel reinforced with rare metals turning into a new form of alloy that was superheat resistant (for up to 40k degrees). Materials are placed at the bottom on a spot or a circle hence the naming fiery spot. The energy source used for the heating however was an unknown element that could only be called black fire.

With the help of the fiery spot Diablo built the bio beds and molded the random materials they had used to fix the holes in the ship. Now that the ship was no longer in continuous FTL, Diablo planned to fix also the holes on the outside the ship (being the ones that can only be fixed from the outside).

Diablo completed the mixture of bio elements. He had tuned it (as he said) to the Earth elements specs so the cure will not have any side effects. He placed it inside the improvised freezer unit so they can get better cohesion before the final procedure that will produce the cure.

Now he could focus on the fixing the ship from the outside. He went to the place where he had placed the fiery spot. There he found Viz trying to get the materials inside the cylinder but failing miserably. This was because he was mostly afraid of it (after all one mistake and a person would become quite crispy).

"Move," Diablo said and got on with putting the materials inside the cylinder. He then activated the power source and began molding the materials into the forms they needed. Viz logically kept his distance. "Chicken," Diablo observed with a smile.

"You do realize how dangerous this thing is?"

"Dangerous is my middle name." Diablo chuckled.

"Diablo, this is not funny."

"Oh, relax you chicken," Diablo said. "It is perfectly safe when it is handled properly."

"It is black fire. There is no handling. That thing is dangerous."

"I said relax." Diablo calmed him. "Black fire exists in many forms and strength. It is as dangerous as normal fire. It is just slightly hotter."

"Slightly, right!" Viz did not share that opinion. "Are you done?"

"Why? You want to go out?"

"Sure why not!"

"Ok," Diablo replied still smiling big time. There were times his companion was a real chicken scarred of his own shadow. "The first few are ready. Take them to point…"

"I know where." Viz cut him off and took the parts.

The good thing was they were back in the normal dimension. There was no longer the need to hide in the other dimension (besides they wanted the ship to replenish the energy they used. But mostly so they can observe the process of storage).

Fixing the damage on the outside of the ship took again a few weeks but work proceeded much faster as both of them were involved in the repairs. With the new patches, the hull integrity improved so there was no need for Destiny to strain the shield and protect the affected areas.

The next step they had in mind involved fixing some of the power conduits (mostly those used for the weapon's system). They had noticed that these were badly damaged. They imagined that had happened during the fight with AIs of the previous galaxy. That again took some time but at least was done properly.

The weapon's array was restored to its maximum potential. It was the only thing they had fixed and which worked at one hundred percent. There were of course some weapon's arrays that were completely destroyed but they rebuilt them (basically Diablo had taken some of the arrays and deconstructed them and then reconstructed them to see how they were made and worked, having done that, rebuilding the weapon's arrays was child's play).

They also used the time to reinforce the frame they used to fix the hydroponics bay. Diablo wanted to use it again as such so he needed to be sure it will hold. The patch he had created unfortunately though still holding had buckled. The stress while traveling in the super lane of speed was the most likely reason for it not to hold properly.

But that was no longer a problem as Diablo built a totally new frame that replaced the entire structure. He used a different type of reinforced steel (that was modified slightly so it can withstand the rigors of space and FTL travel). He did not use glass though (or whatever the original builders had used). He constructed a new material that had similar properties but was more resistant (actually he added a special coating that provides resistance against flash radiation. It was just in case the crew decided again to refuel inside a blue giant).

"Ok that is done." Diablo said and checked his list (of things to do).

"Should we wake them?" Viz asked again. He periodically asked.

"Not yet,"

"Why not?"

"Look if we are staying on this ship as obviously we are stuck for now, we shall do so in style."

"You don't plan in turning this ship into a luxury boat, do you?"

"No, but basic comforts would be nice."

"They already have those."

"They already have those…" Diablo mimicked him mockingly. "If you are a rat I'd agree with you but I'm not."

"Well, I imagine they want more too but they don't have the resources to build them."

"Well, fortunately, you and I do."

"Oh, boy!"

Diablo's decision to do something about it was mostly prompted of the fact the crew had only one set of clothes (to change) and that was pitiful. And the state of the quarters also shared that pitiful quality. And as he was used to some comfort, he intended to impose it onboard (even if he had to build it from scratch).

"Ok," Diablo said. "Now, each ship needs proper quarters. It also needs proper dining area and kitchen. Then there is the need for recreational facilities and firing range for the military. It also needs proper holding areas (aka brigs). It needs proper hydroponics bay and trash compactor. It also needs proper guest facilities (for diplomatic venues and other hosting activities).

There is the need for proper laboratories for research and development, munitions barracks, flight simulators and zero G training, and general storage area (for food and other things), properly working water containment and filtering system, proper lounge, and mostly important proper attires, and also…"

"WOW! Slow your horses, man!" Viz exclaimed. "This is too much. I am not one man construction team. This will take ages. This is a space exploration vessel run by the military not a recreational barge."

"Alright, we will focus on essentials – clothes, quarters, hydroponics, kitchen and brigs."

"Clothes? How are you going to make more of those?"

"Clothes, my dear boy, can be made literarily of anything. You just have to know how."

"And I don't."

"Not to worry, I do."

"Oh, Gods, help me!"

"Cheer up," Diablo said with a growing smile. He found this an exciting new challenge. "And let's dive into it."

"You do realize they have to wake up, don't you?"

"They set the clock for three years. Now we succeeded in doing that in one year. That leaves us two years of absolute freedom."

"But you asked me to make the waking up manual. You could extend that indefinitely."

"I know but we need the time to make the ship look more…like a ship. The original builders may have seen this design of simple life as something useful but there are HUMANS onboard and HUMANS like things differently. Now, stop your whining and let's get it done, one step at the time."

"Gods," Viz murmured. "Give me strength."

"That's the spirit."

Diablo and Viz got to work. Designing new clothes was something Diablo actually got to do on his last trip (in the other universe) where he learnt to make them out of anything. Taking the sizes of the crew was simple enough (as they had their spares in their quarters). Deciding the fashion however that proved slightly more difficult but he reviewed the Kino's footage from Novas and got all the ideas he needed (hopefully).

He needed to make also shoes (other than the ones for the daily usage) and slippers (for the time off and the night. Being in your quarters with the shoes one wore during the day, ouch, it was a thought not worth imaging. And also they needed an assortment of socks, and other bare-butt clothing). Speaking of those, Diablo decided also to develop some accessories for the ones with the smelly extremities.

Viz focused on finding the perfect area for the brigs. They had to be located in a secure area of the ship that did not allow the prisoners (if they succeeded escaping) to have much access to vital areas of the ship. That proved very difficult given the design of the ship (having so many corridors that connected everywhere).

Brigs were usually housed near the main building of the ship so one could keep an eye on them. Remote brigs were also a good idea but for that one needed a vast crew and the Destiny did not have that luxury. Soon enough, he located a suitable area and got to work.

He returned sometime later to the main structure where Diablo had set up shop. He noticed that the clothing line was nearly complete. He was amazed at the speed with which his friend has succeeded in making new clothes for the crew. He did not want to know what he had used to create them.

"The first batch is ready." Diablo declared and put aside the new clothes he had just made.

"I found the perfect spot for the brigs."

"Let's see it on the map."

Viz showed him where he had placed them. The route was easy enough and the area secured enough.

"Good job," Diablo said approvingly.

"What do you want to do with the quarters?"

"Not much really," Diablo said. "We need just to add some furniture."

"No repainting?"

"No need, the ship is hideous as it is."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Here, I've put down some ideas." He showed him a list of things to add. "You can use the shop down below to construct them. They are easy enough to assemble. And later, I will use the spot to create some other things and then the quarters will be done. See, easy enough,"

"Yes, but time consuming,"

"Well, neither of us is the Flash."

"If only," Viz sighed. "Though, I will settle for the Kryptonian."

"If the entire ship was yellow sun bathed maybe being Kryptonian would have been of use but it isn't."

"Alright, see you in how much time?"

"I think in a few weeks. Good luck!" Diablo said and returned to his clothes.

Few weeks later, the clothes and all other smaller things were already put in their proper places inside the slightly redesigned quarters of the crew. There was a bit more furniture inside each of them (making it feel more like home away from home).

The last few touches Diablo had done were to redesign the kitchen area adding some necessary accessories to properly make meals (a refrigerator area, a couple of ovens, and a dishwashing machine, logically some dishes, glasses and cutlery). He also redesigned the general storage area (one for food and the other for other necessary things to store).

The hydroponics bay took a bit longer but Diablo succeeded to fill it with everything the crew had previously managed to grow. He also set up the necessary temperature required for growth. But his biggest success (and that came from building the culture from the basic elements of the universe, as he called them) was growing coffee (after a fashion, as with anything that grows in a space like environment).

He also set up a brewery of sorts. It was better than the concoction that Dr. Rush and Colonel Young had previously created. The crew needed to relax after a hard day's work. He also created what you could call a plantation for cigars (though not the Earth's type that were dangerous to the health. He had a formula of his own that was actually health beneficial in smaller doses).

The other thing they made or more to the point redesigned was the munitions area. They sorted the weapons in a more acceptable fashion (for a military contingent), and built a more suitable shop for making munitions.

The very last thing Diablo checked was the bio beds. The bodies of Dr. Perry and Jin were fully grown. All they needed now was their minds. For that he built in a special virtual reality separated from the main systems but connected to the quarantined area so a conversation with the two can take place without compromising the quarantine or the ship's systems.

"We are ready!" Diablo said as he reunited with Viz on the observation deck. "We can wake them now."

"Wow," Viz said. "It is hard to believe we achieved all this in two years time."

"More or less," Diablo nodded but he was also proud of what they had managed to achieve.

"How are you going to ensure that the first one you wake will not freak out?"

Diablo stood pensive for a moment. Viz had a point. Being positioned directly in front of the military commander when he wakes up was not the best possible solution. "You got a point. I think we should put him in his quarters and let him find us."

"And we will be where?"

"I think the Observation Deck will do. He's bound to come at it at some point."

"And you don't think he would go back to the stasis chamber?"

"Hum, another good point," Diablo agreed. "Ok, I'll lock the door and key it to my DNA alone as I'll do for the waking up process."

"Ok, I will let you do that."

"And you will be where?"

"I will go to the bridge to run some diagnostics of the key systems." Viz replied. "And then I will return with a cup of coffee."

"Two cups,"

"Sure,"

Viz left and Diablo went down to the stasis chamber to set things up. Once ready, he activated the revival process and the stasis pod of Colonel Young came to life. The moment, it opened Diablo put the Colonel to sleep and picked him up. He put him in his quarters and left…

The story will continue in the next season …

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