"Han Solo. Colonel Jack O'Neill. To you and your associates I bid welcome."
As he bowed his bald head, the figure on the throne extended a long thin pale arm and waved his hand. Daniel Jackson noted that the hand movement was like a greeting gesture practiced in some parts of the Middle East.
"Howdy," O'Neill said with a sideways wave. One hand remained on his automatic weapon. "And who might you be?"
Han was more direct. "What do you want, big guy? What are you doing here?"
"Whoa! Easy there, Han. What's the matter? Too much caffeine?" O'Neill turned from Han back to the figure on the throne. " I think what Han is trying to say is: why have you created this big honkin' portal over our beloved Mos Eisley and the cantina where we all drink?"
There was the hint of a smile on the chubby face illuminated by gold light.
"I shall answer all your questions in due time, colonel….general."
"No time like the present."
Han put his hands on his hips as he gave the guy on the throne an angry look. "So, one more time: who are you?"
"I am the Star-Child. This is my story. It is your story, too."
"I love a good story."
"Just make it quick, pal."
"Ah, yes. Han loves a good story, too. And he should know. He's told enough of them."
"Jack, could we quiet down, maybe listen?"
"Of course, Daniel. Always ready to listen. That's me.":
As images appeared above the Star-Child, the two normally brash men (and Daniel) became unusually quiet, almost like they were hypnotized.
The Star-Child cleared his throat then told his story.
"I was once an ordinary boy. I traveled through space with my family. We roamed our galaxy looking for a place to call home."
"Good start."
"Jack, please."
"We crash-landed on a planet where the landscape looked fake somehow, artificial. The place was full of very bright vivid colors, for one thing."
"Kind of getting off track here."
"Yeah, speed it along," Han said, snapping his fingers.
"Oh. Nice touch, Han. Snapping the fingers like that."
"Thanks, Jack. So, what happened next?"
"What happened next, Han Solo? This happened: In that strange colorful place, we encountered many unusual people and weird creatures."
The two men watched as images unfolded of a crashed ship, a robot with a round head, an old man with a sinister smile, and a variety of bizarre creatures. Some even more bizarre than Jawas, Ewoks and Jabba the Hutt.
"I was then approached by a group of golden glowing beings who told me that none of what I experienced was real. I had created it all with my mind, using my childlike imagination."
:How's that work?" O'Neill asked.
"Yeah, how could it not be real?" Han asked.
"It turns out my family had died in the crash. I nearly died, too. But these golden heings imbued me with great power. That power not only saved my life, it gave me the power to create things with my mind."
"Sorry about your family," O'Neill said quietly.
"Yeah, sorry," Han said in a low mumbling voice.
The Star-Child seemed oblivious to them and their words.
"Over time, the power inside me grew. I found I could take things that already existed and merge them together. The things I was able to merge got bigger."
"Go on."
"Incidentally, the beings who gave me this power? I call them the 'Goldens.'"
"Good name."
"Remember, Jack, he's just a child. It's the kind of name a child would pick."
"Thank you, Daniel."
The Star'Child didn't even look at them. It was like he was looking at something else.
"As my power grew, I was able to see into other galaxies. I saw Rebels battling an evil Empire. I saw Stargate Command battling the Goa'uld."
The Star-Child stretched out pale skinny arms and pressed his hands together.
"I took these two galaxies and smooshed them together."
"'Smooshed?'"
"Remember, Jack, a child."
"Thank you, Daniel. Again."
Silence once again as images appeared above the Star-Child. One image featured SG-1 walking into a Stargate. As stormroopers and Jaffa poured out of another Stargate, Rebels and Stargate Command troops fired their weapons.
"I successfully combined these two galaxies together." Once again, the Star-Child waved his hand. "And so, here we are."
"Here we are," Han said.
"Yes, here we are," O'Neill said. "Can we go now? Han has things to do. Bounty hunters to shoot. Droids to insult. Plus he's busy fighting the Empire and the Goa'uld. Keeps a fellow pretty busy, don't you know?"
"Yes," Han said absently as he stared at the images. "My question is: Where do we go from here?"
"There is nowhere to go, Han Solo. Except back to this point again and again."
"We're not doing this again."
"Oh, but we will, Colonel O'Neill. You see, every once in a while I weaken. There is great strain in holding two galaxies together."
"I bet. Maybe take a break there, big guy."
"I do take a break. Whenever I weaken."
"I meant a deliberate break."
"When I weaken, a portal appears over Mos Eisley. And you all come and visit me. But then I recover, you go back, you forget. We do this again."
"Can't wait," Han said.
"High point of my day," O'Neill said.
"It will be different next time."
"You always say that, Luke Skywalker. Yet nothing changes."
"It will."
"No, it won't. And when next we meet, I will do my best to keep you distracted and off balance."
"You will not succeed."
"Oh, but I will succeed, Teal'c."
The Star-Child was swallowed up in a great golden light, which caused Luke, Han, Daniel, O'Neill, Teal'c and all the others to squint and draw back.
"Farewell, my children. My Stargate Command Rebels."