AUTHOR'S NOTE:

(1)- I have borrowed passages and specifics from the book, movie, and show. They will not be marked or different in any way.

(2)-I'm really f*cking bad with languages and I don't trust Google Translate to translate things perfectly so: *This means the characters are speaking a foreign language*;whereas: *This means they're speaking an alien language*.

(3)-Forgive me for any grammatical/spelling/sentence structure errors. I do not have an editor.

What's the rating that comes after M? Anyway, mentions of gore from here on out.

Disclaimer:I do not own 'Stargate: SG-1', nor do I own 'Alien vs Predator'. I do not own any of the characters nor creations (i.e the xenomorph, or the Yautja), though all Original Characters are mine. I do not receive any compensation for my work. Pre-established characters will act Out-Of-Character at times, especially as the story progresses. The timeline in this story will deviate from the Stargate timeline, starting with episodes being switched around and/or completely left out/changed (and sometimes new "episodes"), and more heavily as the story goes on.

Enjoy…

THE HUNT

On the surface, the crew was spread out and searching every corner of every building for Quinn, and for the source of the interference. Sven was positive Quinn went down the tunnel but why? Quinn had years of experience, working in all weather conditions. There was no way he made some kind of stupid mistake and sent himself to certain death. Mentally, Sven was also kicking himself for not being out with Quinn. Someone should've been there for this very reason.

There was another problem. None of their equipment was working. The storm had died down half an hour ago but they still couldn't get a signal on the radio to call the Nostromo for help. None of their lights were working. The winch and pulley system acted as if it were dead. The satellite feeds were down. Nothing was working. Something was interfering with their expedition and Sven was ready for blood.

~*~SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER~*~

"We're trapped." Adele Rousseau's voice echoed off the walls, filling the small chamber.

Thomas looked around. "Not necessarily. Let's try to trip the door. Maybe it'll open as easily as it closed."

"All right!" Rousseau got the attention of the other five scientists. "We're going to try and get this door open." The archaeologists, Thomas, and Rousseau placed their shoulders against the stone door's ornate surface. "One, two, three… push!"

For several long, desperate moments they all strained against the solid stone, trying to get the door up. Nothing happened.

"This door's gotta weigh two tons." Rousseau pulled away from the door, looking it over. "We'll never move it." She slapped the stone in frustration.

Thomas' attention had been drawn back to the slabs, and he gripped Rousseau's arm and pointed. "Look."

While the team had been trying to move the door, a round, leathery sack had appeared in the carved indentation at the end of one of the slabs. No one was sure where exactly it had come from. The object was large, and egg-shaped, organic in nature and seemed to pulse. Four puffy, liplike flaps covered the top and it fit snugly in the indentation, almost as if the bowl had been carved specifically for it.

As Thomas and Rousseau watched, the other six slabs opened silently and another, identical egg-like object rose to their places.

Rousseau pulled her weapon from its holster as the lips on the first egg peeled back with a wet, sloppy gurgling sound. "What did you say this room was called?" She asked Thomas.

Thomas looked at her, fear evident on his face as the other eggs opened. "Sacrificial chamber."

Rousseau brought the handgun up too late. By then, the spider-like creatures had escaped their eggs and were already airborne. Her gun went off as one of the creatures hit her right in the face, tail wrapping around her throat, its body smothering her screams.

~*~SARCOPHAGUS CHAMBER~*~

The screaming and the gunshot got everyone's immediate attention. Miller yanked his radio off his jacket, "Thomas! Thomas, can you hear me? Thomas!"

"Rousseau!" Stafford was doing the same into his own radio, trying to get in contact with anyone in the room above them.

"Is there anything about this place you didn't tell me about?!" Miller rounded on Weyland. "Anything at all?"

"No!" Weyland's eyes were wide. "Nothing! Your guess is just as good as mine."

"Well whatever it is, we aren't prepared for it." Lex's voice was final. "We're going to round up the rest of the team and get to the surface. Let's move!"

Meanwhile, Stafford and another security member, Bass, dragged a wooden crate to the center of the room, prying open the lid. Packed inside were a variety of heavy weapons and survival knives, and a bunch of ammunition. As they started handing the weapons out to the other three security members, Adria moved closer to Miller.

"What the hell is this, Weyland?" Dr. Montgomery demanded.

Weyland smiled pragmatically, his skin waxy and pale in the gloom. "We've lost contact with the surface and half our team. And this discovery is too important to hand over to anyone else. Until I have more information about what's going on, we will be taking all necessary precautions." He gestured toward the sarcophagus and instantly, his security team took the weapons, carefully rolling them in protective wrapping, stuffing them into a large backpack.

Stafford slammed a magazine into his machine gun. "That means your job is over," he said to Lex.

Her eyes narrowed. "My job isn't over until everyone is back on the boat safely. That gun doesn't change anything."

Stafford glanced at his boss. "Mr. Weyland?"

To Adria's relief, Weyland nodded. "She got us here, she's getting us back home. You and your team back her up."

Lex stood on the threshold of a new, darkened corridor that opened when the pyramid had shifted. She consulted her digital watch. "This bearing should take us back to the entrance. We make it to the surface and we regroup at the whaling station."

"What about Burns?" Adria asked, staring at the corridor apprehensively. "Rousseau?"

Lex gave her a reassuring look. "We'll find them on the way up."

"Stone, Verheidan, cover our backs," Stafford ordered, heading first into the darkened corridor.

~*~SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER~*~

Adele Rousseau woke suddenly, gasping for air. She was laying flat on her back on the cold stone floor, with no memory of how she got there or what had happened to her. She looked to the left of her before she sat bolt upright, seeing the creature right next to her head. It didn't move.

Looking around the chamber, she could see the other six scientists scattered. Some were laying down, as she had been. Others were slumped against the walls. All of them had creatures attached to their faces, tails wrapped tightly around their necks. Too tired and groggy to investigate, Adele groped for the edge of the slab, trying to pull herself to her feet.

A sharp pain radiated from her upper rib cage, forcing her to sit back down. Adele groaned, holding her chest, taking deep breaths. It happened again, painfully, and she heard the sound of bones crunching. Adele screamed, clawing at her chest in agony as the pain became too much.

~*~SARCOPHAGUS CHAMBER~*~

The three unblooded made their way into the chamber, peering into the now empty sarcophagus. Their plasma weapons were gone, stolen by the primates. Angry growls emanated from the three as they increased the heat sensitivity of their bio-masks, soon revealing the remnants of the boot prints left by the humans.

*Theft. They will die for this!* The leader let out an angry roar, following the trail down the corridor.

~*~THE LABYRINTH~*~

Adria

The team continued making their way through the pyramid, eventually coming upon a massive corridor. Lex consulted her compass again, "Only another two-hundred yards to the entrance."

As they walked, Adria looked around as her flashlight lit up a gigantic statue, then another one. The entire corridor was lined on both sides, along the floor and the upper part of the hall with similar statues, all of humanoid creatures. She paused, looking at them for a moment, before pulling out her camera and taking a quick picture of the statue. It towered over her, almost twenty feet high. Whatever this creature was, it looked to be decked out in armor, a smooth mask over its face and a weapon similar to the ones carried by Weyland and Stone on its shoulder. "Recognize those?" She asked Miller.

"We worshipped these things?" Stafford asked, staring at a mural of early humans kneeling before the creatures.

Miller looked over the runes next to the creature. "According to this, we did," he answered, running his hand down the writing, unable to help himself. "The guns you took were their weapons."

Stafford scoffed but said nothing.

Something shifted in Adria's peripheral vision, catching her attention. She turned to look, using her flashlight to see...something. But there was nothing. Her eyebrows scrunched in unease as she slowly allowed her mind to expand, searching for anything. All she felt were the consciousnesses of those around her.

"The heat bloom your satellite picked up is starting to make more sense," Montgomery told Weyland.

"How so?"

"Well," he replied slowly, everyone's attention on him. "A building this sophisticated would require a major energy source. That's what the satellite detected: the power plant for this pyramid firing up—preparing."

"Preparing for what?" Weyland asked the question on everybody's mind.

An uncomfortable silence followed the question. Miller spoke, "We should probably keep moving."

Adria didn't follow immediately, still scanning the walls. When she noticed the group moving on, she rushed to Miller's side, tugging on his arm. "Aaron." Her voice was quiet. "There's something following us." She'd finally found another presence, something she'd never come across before. It moved fast, she couldn't pinpoint it.

"I know." He'd put the pieces together when he saw the weapons from the chamber on the statues. Whatever it was, it wasn't something he knew how to deal with. He pulled her closer, away from the walls. "I'm sorry I brought you down here, into all this."

"You couldn't have known." Adria said, eyes again scanning the ledges of the walls.

Stone, who was bringing up the rear of the group, was the first to die.

He drifted back a few feet, carefully looking around, keeping an eye out and his gun at the ready. He never noticed the wire thin noose that had dropped around his neck until it pulled tight, dragging him up into the air. With a sharp jerk, his neck snapped and his body was hauled up into the darkness.

Adria stopped in her tracks when one of the minds in the groups disappeared. "We're missing some-" she flinched as a spear was flung into Bass' body with incredible speed and force, pinning him to the ground.

"Everyone down now!" Stafford yelled.

Miller grabbed Adria, shielding her as he followed Weyland to the walls for cover as the sound of machine gun fire filled the air. A sharp disc came flying down from high up, burying itself deep in Conners' chest, killing him instantly. Stafford yelled as he and Verheidan fired at a large shimmering figure as it ran across the chamber, a low rumbling sound beginning in the pyramid again. "The pyramid's shifting!" Miller yelled to Verheidan and Stafford over the sound of the gunfire.

"The doors are closing!" Lex gestured for them to follow her. "This way!"

Montgomery was the only one to reach her before a trapdoor opened up beneath them. Montgomery and Lex disappeared, dropping out of sight. Miller grabbed Adria before she could react, pulling her after him as he, Weyland, and Stafford rushed into the nearest, smaller chamber before it could shut. Verheidan was cut off, left by himself as the four others were trapped inside their chamber.

The noise of the shifting pyramid quickly died out, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake. Adria took several deep breaths, trying to calm down before she started to hyperventilate, trying to make sense of what had just occurred. "Are-are they dead?!" Her voice came out higher and more panicked than she meant it to.

"Look at me." Miller grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to focus on his face. "Slow, deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth." He waited a moment and when her breathing slowed, he spoke again. "I'm not sure where they are. Right now, we need to focus on staying alive, understand? Panicking right now will do more harm than good. Clear your head."

As Miller talked to Adria, Weyland and Stafford's relationship was beginning to unravel. Weyland was rummaging around in the backpack he'd taken from the sarcophagus room, pulling out the guns and examining them closely. "No damage." He smiled in relief.

Stafford glared at him, expression as cold as the air around them. "My men are dying."

"I know." Weyland shoved the weapons back into the pack. "I'm sorry. Truly."

"I need to know what they died for. What we're dying for."
Weyland blinked, surprised. "To make history."

"Whose history?" Stafford sneered. "Yours?"

Miller and Adria listened to them before Miller returned his attention to his student. "Does your flashlight still work?"

Hands shaking, Adria pressed the button. The light flickered for a moment before shining brightly into the darkness, showing them to be in a small, cramped chamber with no way out.

"Good." Miller's voice was steady. "What else do you have?"

"Um…" Adria set the flashlight aside, digging in her pockets. "Glow sticks. I have five. And my camera. Some granola bars."

"Eat one while you can."

Adria obeyed, ripping the packaging off one of the bars and stuffing it in her mouth as Miller made his way toward Stafford and Weyland. "Are you two done with your pissing match?" He demanded. When Stafford opened his mouth to retort, Miller held up a hand, silencing him. "All of us are in serious danger right now. We need to keep our heads and work together to get out of here. If we lose our cool, we die. Do you understand?"

Stafford grunted. Weyland didn't seem as convinced. "When we miss our check in, someone will come looking. We're going to be fine."

"Check in be damned." Miller crossed his arms. "We won't make it anywhere if you don't cooperate, and that starts now. We need each other to get out of here."

Adria perked up when she heard the sound of stone scraping in the distance. "I think the pyramid is shifting."

Miller made his way to the wall beside her, placing an ear against the stone to listen. "It is." He stepped back, and seconds later the wall moved, revealing a new passageway. "We have our way out."

Adria stared into the darkness, dread filling her gut. "What's out there?"

"Only one way to find out." Stafford readied his weapon, stepping into the doorway. "Let's get moving."

Weyland slowly lifted the backpack from the floor, struggling to get the straps over his shoulders.

Miller watched for a long moment before he looked to Adria and Stafford. "Everyone ready?"

"Ready? I'm ready." Like Adria, Stafford was staring into the dark abyss. "But just where the hell are we going?"

"It's a maze." Miller stated. "A labyrinth. We're meant to wander through it. It was probably built to trap its victims, and we're going to run into trouble. But all mazes have a way out—that's the point. So let's move before the walls come down and trap us again."

Stafford squared his shoulders and stepped into the darkness. Weyland hobbled forward, leaning on his ice pole, breathing into his oxygen tank.

From up ahead, they heard Stafford's voice.

"Be ready for anything."