This is my new story.
This is a crossover between Stargate and Fate/ Extra.
Stargate is the property of MGM
Fate Extra is the property of Type-Moon.
I am an unpaid amateur who writes to please fans of these two series.
Author's note: between the time I had the idea of this story and my first version of the prologue, I changed ideas several times. In fact, my main problem was 'when?' because the appearance of characters from Fate/Extra might disrupt the Time Line of the Stargate universe. I finally chose... to use a plot device typical of the Stargate series: parallel universes.
The point of divergence between the TV show's Time Lines and this FanFiction is SG1's attempt to destroy Apophis fleet by turning the Vorash sun into a black hole (twenty-second episode of the fourth season of Stargate SG-1). In this FanFiction, this attempt failed.
In the Time Line of my FanFiction, the Milky Way is therefore in the grip of a violent civil war dividing the Goa'uld System Lords into two sides (in bold the leader of each coalition): Amaterasu, Apophis, Camulus, Kali, Morrigan, Olokun, Svarog and Yu forming the first faction, while Anubis, Ba'al, Osiris, and Thoth form the second faction.
In a parallel universe, the Tau'ri faces a war between the Systems Lords Anubis and Apophis, a conflict that ravages the Milky Way. The situation is affected by the arrival of a strange character: 'Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes'. The Golden King is looking for his 'Master' Hakuno Kishinami... and woe to the one who will cross his way, that they are false gods or alien peoples.
Lost in Space
On the edge of the Pegasus galaxy (Stargate universe)
The ship had been drifting in the cosmos for more than 10,000 years. It was a Lantean's Aurora-class ship a long and slender vessel far longer than he was wide. The Ancient's spacecraft had a light brown hull with accents of dark brown outlining sections at the front and rear of the ships. Like all ships of the Aurora-class, it overall appeared rather sleek and symmetrical. But the hull of the ship appeared visually "chunky", being lined with arrays of weapons turrets, reinforcing plates, windows, and other systems.
The ship was called Sirius. It used to be part of the Lanteans defense fleet... but that was a long time ago. Now it was just a wreck drifting in the midst of shredded metal piles, and organic debris from the Hive Ships of the Wraiths.
The front third of the Sirius had exploded; the shielding plates twisted, ripped off, and exposed the compartments to a stellar void.
The crew had abandoned the ship.
However, the windows were illuminated like the large bay windows surrounding the bridge.
The consoles and holograms used by the crew to control the vessel were active. On the walls, screens showed diagrams of the ship. Many sections were in red, a sign of critical damage. The armament was offline, along with the shields, and the hyperdrive. But the ZPM powerplant and sublight propulsion were still working.
On the communication console, a red diode turns green.
The voice of the main computer resounded.
"Iteration 425 736 234.
Attempted to contact Lantean headquarters.
...
Failure."
There was a click and the diode became red.
Then, after a few seconds, the little lamp went green again and the voice of the computer spoke.
"Iteration 425 736 235.
Attempted to contact Lantean headquarters.
...
Failure."
For over 10,000 years, Sirius' host computer had been sending distress messages that were not heard.
There was a very simple reason for this failure.
Several light minutes away, a gigantic black and purple swirl distorted space-time. Gravity was so high in its center that no light could escape from this trap. Astrophysicists called this celestial body a black hole.
That said, if the Sirius SOS could not be heard in this universe, it did not mean that they disappeared.
The center of a black hole is a wormhole, a shortcut crossing space and time, and can even lead to other eras... or even other universes.
The Seraph, inside the Moon Cell Automaton, on the Moon (Extraverse)
The Moon Cell Core was a strange space extending, it seems, to infinity. The ground was covered with a layer of water. Almost everywhere they were strange monoliths... lying down or erected from various angles. They became more numerous in the 'center' of this space. These monuments had something sinister... In fact, each of them recalled the death of a Master, killed by Twice H. Pieceman and his Servant Saver.
Above a stack of these tragic monoliths appeared a strange construction, a cube of Photonic Crystals as unfinished. The missing crystals around a non-existent ridge were replaced by a wireframe that allowed seeing the inside of the cube and the golden sphere floating there.
It was the Moon Cell's central core.
The interior of this sphere was an ocean of 0 and 1. Time and space were distorted and all the knowledge acquired by the Moon Cell was mixed in.
A teenage girl was floating in this primordial soup.
She was a Japanese woman with long caramel hair and dressed in a brown school uniform with a collar closed by a blue ribbon and her legs wrapped in black stockings.
Despite all its knowledge and its almost unlimited power, the Moon Cell faced a problem that he could not solve.
Hakuno Kishinami defeated Twice H. Pieceman. As the winner of the Moon Cell's Grail War, she won the right to be brought back to Earth. And even if she didn't remember, Kishinami had also prevented the destruction of the Moon Cell by BB and Kiara Sessyoin.
The Moon Cell was a machine devoid of feelings and emotions, but it was programmed to reward those who helped it.
Except the alien super calculator couldn't send the digital avatar back to her body on Earth. Hakuno Kishinami wasn't human. Just like BB, she was an I.A. the Moon Cell created Kishinami based on a young amnesiac. But I.A. Hakuno had accidentally become independent.
The Moon Cell had tried to connect the spiritron avatar with the body of the real Hakuno Kishinami who was in cryogenic sleep in a hospital. But this attempt had failed...
Being designed to defend against any false programming, and Hakuno being a 'system error' of one of its own software, the Moon Cell had no choice but to eliminate the defective I.A. from its system.
"Wait, maybe there's another way!"
If the Moon Cell had had emotions, it might have been angered that BB once again hacked its systems.
Standing in front of the cube with Gilgamesh, Hakuno's Servant, BB was nothing but a translucent spectrum. Her final disappearance was only a matter of minutes.
BB continued to explain her idea. Although the Moon Cell was very intelligent, it lacked imagination. And the I.A based on Sakura Matou had a lot of imagination... too much even.
"If you can't send Hakuno to Earth, maybe you can send her somewhere else. There must be a place in the universe where an I.A. will be welcomed and where Hakuno can get a physical body."
The Moon Cell did not respond, but it analyzed its data in search of a solution to this problem. He knew many things and knew of the existence of multiple parallel universes...
And from one of these parallel universes came hyperspace communication.
"Iteration 425 736 235.
Attempted to contact Lantean headquarters.
...
Failure."
The Moon Cell went up the data stream and analyzed the wreck of the Sirius, adding the technological knowledge of the Lanteans to its already titanic database. The Aurora-class battleship was more than a warship, there was even a laboratory allowing the creation of nanomorphs... Replicators created from nanites.
Inside the Moon Cell Core, Hakuno Kishinami became translucent before evaporating into purple digital particles and photonic crystal cubes.
BB sighed.
She had accomplished the last task she had set for herself. The I.A. turned to Gilgamesh. From the beginning, she had hated this arrogant Servant. However, BBB had a final question to ask him.
"And what are you going to do now, Gilgamesh?"
The king of Uruk looked at her coldly and then had a scornful smile.
"Why ask your king, mongrel? Hakuno is my Master, I will follow her."
"Follow her? But you don't even know where she is."
"You underestimate the one and only king. I have a ship of light in my treasure. It can travel through space, time, even parallel universes, the range of the king's ship of light is unlimited... this ship can travel further than you can imagine."
Gilgamesh closed briefly his fists.
"I will find Hakuno. And you should pray for those who might hinder me in my quest... because I would have no mercy for them."
On the edge of the Pegasus galaxy (Stargate universe)
Sirius mainframe had stopped sending SOS to the rest of the universe.
The Moon Cell Automaton had reprogrammed it for a specific task.
In an intact area of the old Battleship, there was a small room with walls covered with screens and scientific instruments. In its center, there was a large metal rectangle resembling the altar of a temple. The upper part was made of slightly luminous material. A human silhouette was carved into it.
A mercury-like material began to flow through tiny openings. The nanites quickly filled the hollow part of the table completely.
The proteiform material was animated by chaotic movements. The nanites had received only very limited programming and were unable to take shape.
At this moment, a flux of violet particles and photonic crystals emerged from nothingness and was absorbed by the nanites.
Ceasing to wave like a raging sea, the mass of mercury began to solidify.
A few hundred light-years away.
The Daedalus was the first BC-304 produced by the Tau'ri. It was a ship smaller than an Aurora-class Battleship and its hull made of naqadah/ trinium was uniformly black. The wide and low central part, heavily shielded, was dominated by the control tower crowned with antennas, and the two main sublight drives were aft. The front part was narrower. On both sides of the center were pods housing the F-302 fighter-interceptor hangars. The rear of each pod was occupied by three auxiliary thrusters.
Colonel Steven Caldwell was a nearly bald man wearing a pilot jumpsuit with his rank badges and the Daedalus logo.
Sitting in the bridge's central chair, he listened to the navigator's routine reports.
They had just come out of hyperspace near the Pegasus Galaxy. It was a normal maneuver. Despite the technological perfection of the Asgard Hyperdrive, it was necessary to make course corrections to return to Lantea.
"All right, Lieutenant Colonel Bishop set a new course."
The officer saluted his superior as Caldwell turned to the bay window surrounding the bridge. He was still fascinated by the view of a galaxy. Saw from the outside it was some sort of immense whirlpool of stars.
This moment of serenity was undermined by the arrival of a civilian with glasses and rare hair. He was screaming like an excited child.
"Commander, look at this!"
Despite a grimace of exasperation, Caldwell could not prevent Dr. Cavanagh from putting his slate under his nose. The man was as arrogant as Rodney McKay without half his skill. Worse, Peter Cavanaght despised the military in addition to being a coward who fainted as soon as a Wraith pointed a weapon in his direction...
God, he hated to argue with this man. Nevertheless, Caldwell took the slate and looked at a series of fake color graphics and symbols.
"Dr. Cavanaght... what am I supposed to understand?"
The arrogant character hardly retained a sigh.
"It's a sensor reading concerning an artificial energy emission."
"Artificial? Are you sure?"
"The emission was modulated. There must be some form of intelligence at its source. Moreover, it is hyperspatial energy.'
"You mean hyperspace communication?"
Cavanaght shrugged his shoulders.
"Or a long-range detection system."
Colonel Caldwell hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, he had a mission in progress... but not urgent. He was not expected in Atlantis, by the way. And that signal was intriguing.
"Can you locate the transmitter?"
Cavanagh shook his head, visibly exasperated.
"No, the transmitter is probably in another galaxy. But the signal is a narrow beam, directed at the black hole GW234688."
"I see." The Daedalus commander leaned towards the navigator. "Where's that black hole?"
Bishop pressed a few keys and a holographic window appeared in front of Caldwell. It was a map of this region of the cosmos. One icon represented the position of the Daedalus and another icon of a different color was used to locate the black hole.
"We are less than three hundred light years from GW234688, sir."
"Since the signal was emitted on a narrow beam, we were lucky enough to be ready to pick it up," explained Cavanaght
The commander of the Daedalus nodded.
"Navigation, calculate our route to the black hole."
Caldwell selected engineering on the control of the intercom built into the armrest of his chair.
"Hermiod?"
The Asgard, the only non-human member of the crew, responded immediately.
"What can I do for you, Colonel Steven Caldwell?"
"Dr. Cavanaght is beside me. He would have discovered an unknown signal by analyzing the Hyperwave frequencies."
"Indeed, a rather brief but very dense signal, emitted from another galaxy without loss of power or coherence. It takes a lot to move me, but no people known to the Asgard would be able to emit such a powerful signal at such a long distance. However, Dr. Cavanaght is mistaken in thinking that this is a radio message. It looks more like a beam transporter."
Caldwell was surprised by this answer.
"A teleportation device?"
"Indeed, if you want to sum it up that way. There's too much information for a message or a long-range detection system."
"Hermiod, what do you mean by too much information?"
The Asgard's response was immediate.
"Even if you transmitted all the Tau'ri literature, all the images, all your films, you wouldn't need such a dense data package. What our sensors picked up was a beam transferring an object or a person in the form of dematerialized information. Oh... and I just finished checking the Asgard databases. This technology is indeed unknown to us and very advanced."
Wreck of the Sirius, near the black hole GW234688.
Hakuno Kishinami opened her eyes and looked for a moment at the metal ceiling above her. She was lying on a hard metal surface and silence reigned.
It wasn't 'My Room'.
The teenager stood up leaning on an elbow and looked around her.
It was a small room, smaller than a classroom. The walls were covered with screens and control panels. The soil was in a plastic-like material.
Hakuno sat down, her legs hanging in the air and the teen girl noticed that the kind of altar where she had woken up was carved out of a human form.
Where was she?
Her last memory was... the inside of the Moon Cell Core. She had earned the right to make a wish after winning the Moon Cell's Grail War... she had chosen to ban all new Grail Wars and put an end to the killings that had bloodied the Seraph.
Alas, as she was not human but simple software becomes autonomous, Hakuno had sacrificed her life by entering the Moon Cell Core.
At least, this is what Rin Tohsaka and Twice H. Pieceman had explained to her.
Why was she still alive?
She jumped to the ground and make a few steps, carefully exploring the room, without daring to touch the technical installations.
It was kind of a laboratory... Maybe.
Hakuno saw a rectangular panel that looked like a kind of sliding door and approached.
When she was three steps away, the panel opened automatically.
She walked along what looked like a metal corridor.
Nervous, the teen girl looked from one side to the other, tensing her hands on her chest.
"Hello?"
No one answered her.
The outer metal walls were curved, kind of like a passageway. Maybe she was on a boat.
The Last Master of the Moon approached a window to look outside.
All she saw was the blackness of night stars... except there was no water, no earth... the stars were everywhere.
Then she saw an object enter her field of vision. It was the wreck of a Lantean destroyer. Only the central part was almost intact, all around swirled fragments of metal, cables, and even bodies torn apart by decompression.
She was ilost n space...
A bright and jagged opening suddenly appeared in the cosmos.
The Daedalus came out of this hyperspace window. The Tau'ri vessel seemed to slow down abnormally as it returned to Einsteinian space.
The officers on the bridge were tense, especially the detection team. The Daedalus was in Condition Yellow. The shields were online and the crew was at the battle station.
Colonel Caldwell summed up in a few words the thoughts of all who were watching the detection screens.
"Well, the area is cluttered..."
The black hole GW234688 was clearly visible in the axis of the ship and already the Daedalus changed course to keep a sufficient velocity to escape its attraction... fortunately, the black hole was still far away.
All around, hundreds of wrecks were spinning, slowly falling into the gravity well. There were Lanteans warships, but also Wraith ships, another battlefield dating from the war that had raged between its two species.
The officer seated to Caldwell's left pressed a few buttons and a translucent window appeared above his console.
"Sir, only one ship is still powered, an Aurora-class ship. Position X: 307; Y: 235; Z: 312 x 100 000 klics".
In front of Colonel Caldwell appeared a 3D hologram of the Lantean's ship. It was indeed an Aurora-class, but its bow was shredded.
The officer in charge of sensors continued to speak.
"The ship makes course corrections to stay in orbit around the black hole thanks to its thrusters."
The colonel spoke without turning back.
"Lieutenant Stuart, try to contact this ship."
Lieutenant Mark Stuart was seated behind the commander, facing the communication console lined up against one of the walls.
"Aye aye, sir."
The wreckage had been floating around the black hole for 10,000 years, but the Aurora-class ships had cryogenic tanks. Crew members may have survived and been out of hibernation.
"I have no response, other than an IFF signal slightly jammed by the black hole. Sir, it said the ship is the Sirius and its base is Atlantis."
Steven Caldwell nodded.
"All right, Helmsman, head for the Sirius. Let's take a closer look at this ship."
The Asgard transporter of the Daedalus manifested itself in the form of blinding white light. Three men and one woman suddenly materialized in the corridor. They had full combat equipment: flak-vest, Kevlar helmet with ballistic goggles. The three men were armed with P-90 assault rifles. The woman held a slate in one hand and had the other hand laid on a Wraith handblaster, a stunner weapon.
Dr. Lindsey Novak, the second engineer of the Daedalus, took a look at the Sirius map on her slate and designated a direction.
"The bridge is at the end of this passageway."
Hutchinson nodded and waved to the other two soldiers to follow him. Guiding the young woman they advanced in the direction she had just indicated.
After a minute of walking, they entered a room that looked very much like the control station of Atlantis with many consoles on a stage. From the seats, one could see the stellar void extending beyond the bay windows that formed three of the walls of the room.
"Dr. Novak, go to the main console and see what the computer can tell us."
"Yes, right now."
Her fingers quickly touched various crystalline keys and a window appeared above the console. To the great surprise of the young woman, the text in the virtual window was not written in the language of the ancients (almost identical to terrestrial Latin). In fact, she had never seen such writing. In the middle of the text, there was an animated logo. Crystal cubes would assemble to form a larger cube. The animation would resume at zero after a few seconds.
"I... I don't know this language..." After a moment of hesitation, she pressed her radio contact. "Hermiod, do you see that?"
The voice of the Asgard answered almost immediately, he saw the scene thanks to the camera integrated in the helmet of his assistant.
"Yes, Dr. Lindsey Novak, but I don't recognize that language. May I suggest you scroll through it?"
Dr. Novak obeyed and discovered a checkbox to translate the text into Ancient.
"Oh, of course... I should have thought of that myself."
She heard Hermiod whispering a few words in his native tongue. Even if she did not see him, Novak could easily imagine him shaking his head. The alien often had a feeling a little similar to what a lost adult might feel in kindergarten.
When the text was displayed in an understandable language, Novak and Hermiod read the information.
"The computer was hacked."
"Indeed," replied Hermiod. "Activate the ship's internal sensors. It is time to check if you are alone on board."
"Good idea."
Novak pressed a few keys.
A 3D image of the ship formed in front of her.
Two red dots appeared. One on the bridge, them of course, the second was two bridges lower, near the engineering section.
"Some of the internal sensors have been damaged, but in the part of the ship covered by the still functioning sensors, there's only one moving object besides us."
Novak pressed other buttons and an engineering section image replaced the general view of the Sirius. The red dot was moving in a passageway.
"Cameras in this area are operational."
Other virtual screens appeared, showing views of the passageway.
Hutchinson shuddered.
"But... she's a kid."
Indeed, the image showed an Asian teenage girl with long caramel-colored hair, dressed in a brown Japanese school uniform.
Unconscious of being observed, Hakuno continued to visit the immense ship. She had been walking for several hours and had not visited half of the huge wreck. On several occasions, she had discovered sections ravaged by 10,000-year-old fighting. The Last Master of the Moon was forced to turn back not being able to cross the blast doors sealing off parts of the ship open to the cosmic void.
But nowhere did she find traces of life.
Hearing a kind of squeal, Hakuno stopped, looking around her. It was the first sound she had heard since her arrival. The ship was desperately silent like... dead. It came from above. Her eyes roam the ceiling noting regularly spaced black half-spheres.
"Hello?"
She shuddered to hear a female voice. She was speaking... English?
"Uh... hello," she repeated mechanically.
"First of all, we apologize for getting on board without permission, but we had no response when we tried to contact you."
Hakuno blinked.
"Get on board?"
"Yes, I'm Dr. Lindsey Novak, I belong to the crew of the Daedalus."
Hakuno nodded.
"This ship? The Daedalus?"
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"No, this ship is called the Sirius. Are you not a member of her crew?"
Hakuno shook her head.
"No."
This was the beginning of a difficult dialogue.
Sitting in the Sirius commander's chair, Lindsey Novak rubbed her eyes, suddenly exhausted.
"So, your name is Hakuno Kishinami and you come from a place called Seraph and you woke up here a few hours ago?"
On the screen, Hakuno nodded.
Fortunately, they could see the young Japanese teen because she often responded with a mere nod. Until then, she had never said more than four of five words in a row. She was a woman of very few words.
"Who sent you here?"
Hakuno seemed to hesitate.
"The Moon Cell. I think."
"What is the Moon Cell?"
"A giant cube."
"A giant cube," rehearsed Novak apparently stunned.
"An alien photonic crystal computer."
Mechanically, Novak's eyes turned to the virtual screen that continued to show an animated logo... a crystal cube made of smaller cubes.
Since the humans opened the Stargate for the first time, they had ended up more than once in perfectly absurd situations, but a Japanese schoolgirl in a wreck of a 10,000 years-old Lantean Battleship? This 'Hakuno Kishinami' was even stranger than anything they had discovered so far.
On the Daedalus' Bridge, the officers also listened to the events taking place aboard the Sirius.
However, the crew remained alert.
The young woman sitting at the detection console stiffened suddenly.
'Sir, a hyperspace window has just opened. The energy signature is that of a Wraith ship.
Immediately, the screens lit up.
A hideously familiar image appeared: A Wraith's Hive Ship.
The monstrous living ship had also spotted them because swarms of Darts began to appear, heading straight for the Daedalus.
"All hands, be ready to combat!"
