Title: 'The New Guy' series, Part One: Surprises Abound.
Author: DiSiLLUSiON aka Elco K.
Series: 'The New Guy on the Block'; A crossover series between Farscape and Stargate, with the intention of becoming huge. Really, really huge.
Description: The first part of the 'The New Guy On The Block' series. There's a new, superior player entering the galactic neighbourhood, and nothing will remain the same. Crossover with Stargate SG-1, though SG-1 will not be featured here. Part One of the series will be set 300 years after the Stargate SG-1 series, and right at the end of the episode Unrealized Reality from Farscape. How that's possible will be explained. Really. grin
Genre: Mostly Action/Adventure, though there will be some very dark pieces and some very teartube-shattering pieces as well. It's my first fanfic ever, and I intend to try out everything. Well, exept for graphic sexual fiction. Go play with your girlfriend or watch pr0nmovies if you're horny, you won't find any erotic fiction under my penname, sorry.
Rating: I have no idea. In my home country it would probably be rated for all ages. Though, there will be swearing and there will be fighting scenes. And the rating will probably get up when I've added later, darker chapters. It's an experiment for me, so just treat it R or something, allright? That way you can't blame me if parts will be very graphic. grin
Comments: As I've already said, this is my first shot at writing fanfic ever. So it probably wont be excellent, though I'd very much like constructive criticism! Also, my native language is not English, so there might be some weird grammar and spelling errors in here. Also, this has not been betaread, for no-one that I know of likes to read fanfiction, so I don't have anyone to beta read this. Just point it out to me if you find anything weird, allright? Thanks.
Feedback: ...would be very, very much appreciated. Also, I am always open for ideas for plot lines or details and corrections concerning canon or other criticism is always welcome.
Disclaimer: Farscape isn't owned by me, or the series would have never have been cancelled. Stargate isn't owned by me either, allright? You can sue me, but there's nothing to pluck from a bald chicken, so go ahead. Also, any original characters may be used, but I would like an email with the link, so I can read whatever you've done with that character.
Anyway, let's get on to the story. No animals were harmed during the creation, and you are safe to eat your microwave popcorn without your brains frying due to the combination with my weird fanfic. Have fun!
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The last thing we know about John, is that after his talks with 'Einstein', John found himself back in normal space. Where exactly, he couldn't tell. He was floating around a moon. Turning his back to the natural sattelite, he saw a planet. Or atleast, that's probably wat it used to be. No atmosphere as far as he could tell, and no water either. Just rock. Plain old rock. Lots and lots of rock. Reminded him of Mars, actually. Just a whole lot bigger. That, ofcourse, was relative, since he's never actually floated in orbit around Mars. Still, it seemed a whole lot bigger.
After trying his comms, with no reaction whatsoever, and after a few microts of waiting, it seemed that the universe wasn't directly dumping a new problem onto his lap, so he did everything in his power that he could do at such a time. He begun singing '999 bottles of beer on the wall'. The stray thought that that particular action was not positive concerning his oxygensupply was quickly squashed down. That didn't mean that that thought was false, however. Especially since he forgot to check his oxygensupply beforehand. He just had enough to linger in front of the wormhole for an arn or so, and return to Moya. Ofcourse, at this point there's no Moya in sight.
Before John even hit 980 bottles, his oxygen supply had detoriated enough for him to have to struggle to stay concious. Before he fall into the relaxing state of non-awareness he did see one huge vessel dropping by on his doorstep. Well, not as huge as a Scarran Dreadnaught, but still huge. It was a light gray, with an unusual shape. It was definately not Scarren. It wasn't Peacekeeper either. And, it probably wasn't Nebari. Using what oxygen he had left in his body, his brain managed to formulate a single response, before he passed out:
"Oops.."
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"Supreme Commander, there is a spacetime curvature opening 25 parsecs from here."
Thor, the Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet, sat on the Commander's chair on the bridge of "The Carter", the flag vessel in the fleet. Being an O'Neill class vessel, it was a sight to be seen. They were returning to Othalla, after defeating a few Replicator vessels wich have sprung up in the Gotl'k arm of their galaxy. The replicators on the planet with the time-dilationfield were extinct when the Asgard, together with Humans finally found a way to permanently disassemble them. But, not every Replicator was in range when the 'call' was made, and a small number of Replicator vessels coutinued to be found all over the local galaxycluster, giving the impression that this Plague would last forever.
He sat somewhat straigher (if that is even possible), and looked at his Main Science Officer.
"Wich vessel is it? The Prometheus?" A few species had managed to develop wormhole technology to the point where they could use it to drive their interstellar space-fearing vessels, as had the Asgard, though they could not use it do to a very old agreement with the Ancients. And though the Ancients haven't been sighted in the last 10.000 standard planetary rotations or so, the Asgard are nothing if not honorable, and they will honor their agreements. Excluding radicals like Loki, ofcourse. Of the few species that did develop and use it however, there was only one who made, and was allowed to make, regular jumps from and to Asgard space; Humans.
Humans. Now there's an oddity if the universe ever saw one. Their first spacefearing vessel was built a merely hundred years after their first atmospheric flight, while most species in the galactic neighbourhood take almost a thousand years to accomplish the same. Though it was upgraded by Thor himself with Asgard Defense Shields and an upgraded Hyperdrive, it was still mainly Human (reverse-)enigneering. Now, three hundred years after the launch of their first Prometheus, the X-303, they have just launched their latest incarnation 6 months ago. As the flagship of the Human fleet, harboring the latest technology, the Prometheus is quite a vessel indeed. Almost as large as an Asgard battlecruiser, it has rudimentary transporters , a Displacement drive, gravimetric sub-light engines and the weaponry to match.
After defeating the Goa'uld 250 years ago, Humans have captured, and used, the Goa'uld's ships to strengthen their defenses until enough Human-built vessels were available. After 30 years or so, there were, but the Goa'uld vessels remain in service, mainly because of those Tok'ra who wanted to stand by the Human side but preferred Goa'uld technology over Human technology. Over the years, species were discovered, a few little battles broke out and alliances were made, though no alliance was as strong as that between them and the Asgard.
Anyway, back to the story. Since only a few people know how to use Wormholes as an interstellar drive without using a gate system of sorts, and the only one wich entered Asgard space frequently, Thor's first assumtion was that a Human ship was coming. Imagine his surprise, when his assumptions were proven wrong.
"No sir, the signature does not correspond to those formed by a Human Displacement drive", the Main Science Officer replied.
Thor was surprised, to say the least. But before he could formulate a question as to wether it did belong to then, his Main Science Officer continued:
"The signature is that.. of the Ancients."
Next to this, the surprise he had felt only a second ago seemed nothing. It was an Ancient signature! The Ancients had all but disappeared from the Galactic Neighbourhood a long time ago, and though they were strong allies, neither the Asgard nor the Nox has heard from them since. And the Furlings, well, let's just leave that bit for now, shall we?
"Are you certain?", Thor asked.
"Quite certain, Supreme Commander. The spacetime curvature had a very distinct signature, that of the Ancients. It has already closed, but it has deposited a humanoid. Correction: A Human. I am unable to distinguish if life signs are present from this distance, Captain", his Main Science Officer replied.
This was interesting indeed.
"Engage the Hyperdrive and transport the humanoid to the medical area. Humanoids usually cannot survive being in space without a vessel."
Besides being very honorable creatures, the Asgard also had a peculiar knack for stating the obvious. The Asgard battlecruiser glowed blue for a moment, and disappeared into hyperspace, only to exit it a second later.
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John awoke to find himself in a bare looking room, made of grey metal. He was lying suspended in mid-air, and he heard steps behind him. John moved his head to take a look. Crichton had experienced so much in his time in the Uncharted Territories, that there wasn't much that shocked him any longer. What he saw here, however, did.
"Woah!"
He thought and said it out loud at the same moment.
"Though I've seen enough to make Spielberg rewrite his books, I've never seen you guys. So I guess Roswell wasn't some weather balloon, huh?"
Typical of John, when the situation seemed uncontrollable by some degree, he resorted to humor. Though he also did it when the situation was controllable. And when the situation was neither. And when it was both. The alien looked at him, blinked his eyes, and spoke.
"You are awake, good."
Meanwhile, John was overcoming his shock, and retorted:
"So, who the frell are you? Where's Mulder?"
The alien looked confused by that statement, but continued anyway:
"I am Head Medical Officer Odin, and you're onboard the Asgard flagship the Carter. We found you exiting a wormhole and you were near oxygen depletion. Also, we found some anomalies in your brain that we corrected."
"What, YOU FRELLED WITH MY BRAIN?!?!"
Crichton became angry, very angry. Most humanoids often suffer from a few moments of severe emotional unstability when they suddenly get what most Humans by this time called 'the Asgard's Hyperdinner'. Though the biggest reason was simply the idea of another alien species running errand in his frying pan. And the Asgard Medical Officer seemed to shrink back a little. Though their dealings with Humans were becoming more common each day, Asgard still had a born instinct to run away from danger, and an angry human, well, it just screamed danger to them. But he recovered nicely, and continued:
"As I have stated, we found inconsistencies within your brain, we are surprised you had no problems functioning thus far. To be safe, I have corrected the problem. You have lost no memories, no knowledge, in fact everything is very much intact, and nothing was read, probed, taken, or viewed in any form, except for the remains of a crude chip we found."
While the Head Medical Officer was talking, he manipulated a few controls and Crichton was moved upright and given control of his facilities back.
"Cool trick. Wait, what, so Harvey's finally gone for real?"
At this, the Head Medical Officer looked confused again.
"Who or what is this Harvey?"
"Never mind.. Am I being held prisoner?"
"You are not our prisoner. And, I will let you out, in a moment. The Supreme Commander has requested your presence in the Garden Hall first, I will take you there. After that, we could contact Earth's Space Force, and have a vessel pick you up. Or, we could, alternatively, 'drop you off somewhere', as you Humans would say it."
"Woah, wait a minute. What's this Earth Space Force you're talking about, and how do you know my species?"
John did not trust this a bit. Little grey people that seemed to be taken from an episode of the X-Files? Earth Space Force? It seemed to twisted. Though nothing really looked twisted any longer since the Farscape got shot through that wormhole in Earth orbit. Though John still had some nasty feelings. As he checked his weapons, and mentally chastised himself for not doing so earlier, he found that his pulse pistols were missing.
"Where are my pulse pistols?"
"As I said, after you have spoken with Supreme Commander Thor, you will be free to leave. Your weapons will be returned to you at that time."
'Hmm, figures', John thought to himself.
"Well, let's get this show on the road then, shall we? Show me the way", John said, extending his arm, "ehh", moving his arm the other way, "where ever the door is. Do you even have any doors here?"
Odin had some thoughts himself. It seems this Human has never been on an Asgard vessel before. Quite peculiar, though not improbable, nor rare. What was even more peculiar was that this Human appeared to have no knowledge of his own species' military. And, what was the most peculiar, was that this Human was wearing a spacesuit the computer identified as to be from 'Peacekeeper' origin, wich as far as he knew, the Humans did not have contact with yet, and that he didn't seem to recognize an Asgard. By now, though not regularly, Asgard did visit Earth, ocassionaly, and the other way around. Even if a Human hasn't seen an Asgard in person, he or she certainly would know what an Asgard would look like.
But these mysteries were for Supreme Commander Thor to solve. He took the Human out of the Medical Area, and guided him through the vessel to the Garden Hall. Meanwhile, telepatically contacting Thor to relay the recent findings.
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Well, this was creepy. He had passed several of the aliens, and they all looked the same! No, scrap that, they looked exáctly the same! This was getting weirder and weirder. He was prompted to ask if they were robots of some kind, but thought better of it.
After a long walk through corridors that all seemed exactly the same, that Medical guy stopped.
"We have arrived. Go around the corner and you will find the Garden Hall. Pick a spot you like, and the Supreme Commander will be with you shortly."
And, before John could utter a word, the Medical Officer left.
"Well, I could try to find my way out, but without Wynona that's not going to be easy. Especially considering that I don't even now how I got here, 'cause everything looks the damn same to me.. Let's have a look at that garden then, see what that Thor guy wants, it's not like I have any other choice at the moment", he muttered under his breath.
John rounded the corner and his mouth fell to the deck. Though having seen indoor enviroments before, on Scorpius' Command Carrier, that was nothing compared to this. The area seemed absolutely huge, blue sky, little waterfalls, grass, trees, you name it, the works. Except for the doorway he got through, and a few other doorways he saw here and there, there was absolutely nothing indicating that this wasn't on a real planet. There even were some butterflies and alien looking animals scurrying here and there!
"Got to get me one of these, back on Moya! This would beat the terrace any day!", he grinned, "no stars though."
Feeling somewhat uplifed, he walked a bit, until he found a place wich had the same feeling as his dock back on Earth, where he used to go fishing. He even saw a fishing pole and a can of worms next to it. Taking a look around, and seeing no-one, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down at the dock, doing something he wanted to do ever since he got shot to the Uncharteds. Go Fishing!
"Though I wonder if there are any fish in here", he muttered to himself after a few minutes, ", cuz nothing seems to bite. But hey, what does it matter."
A voice behind him said: "There are no seaborn creatures in this part of the lake, though I am surprised you chose this particular spot."
John hid his surprise at being caught unawares, using humor:
"Well, if you ain't got no fish in here, why the fishing pole then?"
To his amazement, the alien answered his jibe:
"This is to honor a long-past friend. His main pasttime was fishing, and though I have no regret never have taken him up on his offer to go fishing, I did however, found in myself the need to honor him in a way."
"Well, that's all good, and while were on the personal track anyway, I wanna know, who the frell are you?"
"I am Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet, and sole remaining Initiator of the Asgard-Human alliance."
"Woah Askart-Human alliance? What is this crap? How do you know my species? I want some answers!" John said, becoming somewhat angry.
To his credit, Thor didn't flinch an inch.
"Asgard-Human alliance. We have known of your species for a few thousand of your years now, and have initiated official contact 300 years ago. Or actually, the Humans did. And before you ask, yes, I assume we did not have contact in your time. That is also an assumption, since your spacetime signature is different, it means that you are most probably from the past. You are from this reality though."
"What do you mean, from the past?"
"One thing at a time. I also have a few questions for you. First, how did you create a wormhole, without a craft, and with the signature of The Ancients? Second, how is it you are in posession of a Peacekeeper space suit, since your race should not yet have established contact with them, especially concerning that you are most probably from the past? And Third", but John broke in.
"What makes you think I know how to make wormholes? And why should I answer any of your questions anyway?"
"I understand your need for validity of what I have said. I can provide this, but tell me this: What is the last Earth year you were on Earth?"
It seemed to John that there wasn't any harm in giving the alien that, though it seemed for no reason either.
"1999. Why do you care?"
"I can validate my claims. First, I know you can influence a 'wormhole', as you call it, since all Humans have this unique ability, though most Humans do not know this. This is the main reason Humans are on their way to becoming the Fifth Race in the Great Alliance, regaining the knowledge they have lost over time. Since you did not exit the space time curvature with a craft, you have to had influenced it directly. Though what puzzles me is the Ancients' signature. Did you encounter one of the Ancients?"
"You said you would validate your claims. I don't see the need to answer your questions any further."
John felt like he was back at the youth court house, after some stunts he pulled when he was a kid. So, he was being pigheaded and he knew it. Still, he felt some satisfaction in this. Though what the alien told him did stir his feelings up a bit. What if what the alien said was true? That all Humans have the latent ability to influence wormholes? Then not only he, but every single Human is in danger if someone got to know that fact!
Thor waved with his hand, and a transparent viewscreen appeared right in front of them. While he talked, images and video accentuated what he said.
"1999, Earth, Milky Way galaxy. Comprised of aproximately 6 billion Humans, no interstellar capability. Some small non-manned travels in their inner solar system. Stargate Project has begun, Earth teams are beginning to explore planets in the neighbourhood."
"What is this crap about some Stargate Project?"
"You are John Crichton, are you not?"
'Oh damn. He knows my name. Usually, that spells out DANGER', John thought.
"Who is this Crichton?"
"Do not play innocent. The only Human that left Earth in the Earth year 1999, matching your description, is Commander John Crichton, perishing in orbit in the Farscape 1 Module. Though it does make sense now, due to the solar flare activity of your sun, Earth's latent wormhole probably opened. You are John Crichton and you've been trough Earth's latent wormhole instead of perishing as the data records indicate."
"Look, you want my wormhole knowledge? Get in line behind everyone else who want's a knack at what's inside my head. I'm gonna tell ya though, it ain't gonna happen. I'd rather die, taking my knowledge with me. And soon, my friends will be here, so you can't hold me for long."
The last line was a bit of a stretch, since he didn't knew where D'argo and the others were and even if they could save his ass if they were here.
"Commander Crichton. I have no intention of holding you against your will. Also, I have no interest in the knowledge you have, for the Asgard also have the ability to create 'wormholes'. The only thing I am interested in is how you survived, alone, on the other side of your galaxy. I knew Humans are a resilient species, but hearing the reports from my Medical Officer, I am surprised you are even alive, also considering the races in the space Earth's latent 'wormhole' must have dropped you in. What I am also interested in is how you could have created an Ancient signature. Either you met the Ancients, or you learnt how to imprint a signature yourself, but that is not knowledge the Humans could have logically mastered yet, no Human has advanced up to that point."
"Okay, let me give you a deal. I tell ya the outlines of what happened, if you're so interested, and you tell me what has happened to Earth since I'm gone, if we're really in the future that is."
"You 'have a deal', Commander Crichton."
So John told him the outline of his story, what happened, the meeting with the ancients, Dam-Ba-Da, general outlines of all the big stuff and even about 'Einstein'. Supreme Commander Thor, in his turn, told John all about Earth.
"So you had a meeting with Them? The creators of the Ancients? You are quite fortunate indeed, even the Asgard never had that honor, though we know of the creators."
"Yeah well, in his words 'you are here to perish, i am here to affect that outcome', I wasn't really that honored. But I came out allright."
"Indeed. Alot of things have cleared up. Now, let me tell you about Earth."
"1999. The year you left. Earth had a Stargate Program, in Colorado mountain, under the NORAD facility."
"What, under NORAD? No kiddin'. So Sam must have known about it, that's why she left the Farscape Project!"
"You are referring to Samantha Carter?"
"What.. How do you know her? You've been digging in my memories, haven't you?"
"Certainly not. Carter was one of the members of SG1, the main Stargate Team, and has helped us many times. She helped us defeat the replicators. If it wasn't for her, and the rest of SG1, the Asgard would have surely perished by now. My vessel isn't named the Carter for nothing."
"So.. you ship's called after Sam? Woah.. she sure made some friends out there.. Probably did a hell of a lot better then I did."
"By using the Stargate, Earth however, also made some enemies. They ultimately defeated the Goa'uld, but not without heavy losses. Thus the forming of Earth's Space Force."
All the while, images and videos played back on the floating holoscreen. John felt a knot in his stomach form at the thought that no-one he knew back on Earth was still alive, and also about the probability that he could have come home to an Earth that was bombarded from orbit by these Goa'uld people.
"So.. there's nothing to come back to."
Thor had spent quite some time around Humans, and had anticipated Crichton's thinking.
"Though most of the people you know are now long deceased, that does not mean that there is nothing to go back to. If you want, that is. As I have said before, you have several options. You can stay here until you have decided. We'll give you access to the terminal in your quarters, so you can 'brush up' your history, as you would say."
"Yeah I'd like that..."
With this, Thor disappeared in a glow. John saw everything turn white in a second, but when the light faded he found himself somewhere else.
"Woah.. Nice tricks indeed."
So he sat down, figuring out how to use the terminal provided.
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His head spinning with information, he lay back down on the bunk. He got to sleep immediately, since he was exhausted for some reason, but when he woke up he figured out how to use the terminal, and learned a lot. So he was 300 years in the future! He even toyed with the possibility that his last wormhole jive dumped him in the future, but the information these Asgard have on Peacekeeper/Scarran politics seems quite recent, though a bit scarce. So it must be the first wormhole then. And Earth never was in danger from the Peacekeepers! Atleast, not with Earth's current Space Force and the fact that the Peacekeeper's wouldn't send an entire armada to Earth, thinking it to be just some primitive backwater planet. Scorpius could have gone to Earth with his command carrier and would not even reach Earth before he would be blasted out of the sky, as far as he could tell! Well, that definately turned the tables a bit.
Suddenly his terminal beeped, and he heard someone, through some hidden speaker somewhere, say "Commander Chrichton. Thor requests your presence in the Main Briefing Room. Have you sufficiently rested?", and after a "Yes' that he said, more to himself then to anybody else, he was transported to the Main Briefing Room. Thor was already there.
"Have you made your decision?", Thor asked.
"I think it might be best if I informed the officials on Earth, since if the Peacekeepers got head about the fact that Earth vessels have a Displacement Drive, they'll definately want to get one, with whatever means they have at their disposal. And that wouldn't be pretty."
"A prudent decision. Since I have anticipated your decision, The Carter is now in orbit of Earth, and we can be transported down at any time."
"Let's do it", John grinned, before sobering again.
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Author: DiSiLLUSiON aka Elco K.
Series: 'The New Guy on the Block'; A crossover series between Farscape and Stargate, with the intention of becoming huge. Really, really huge.
Description: The first part of the 'The New Guy On The Block' series. There's a new, superior player entering the galactic neighbourhood, and nothing will remain the same. Crossover with Stargate SG-1, though SG-1 will not be featured here. Part One of the series will be set 300 years after the Stargate SG-1 series, and right at the end of the episode Unrealized Reality from Farscape. How that's possible will be explained. Really. grin
Genre: Mostly Action/Adventure, though there will be some very dark pieces and some very teartube-shattering pieces as well. It's my first fanfic ever, and I intend to try out everything. Well, exept for graphic sexual fiction. Go play with your girlfriend or watch pr0nmovies if you're horny, you won't find any erotic fiction under my penname, sorry.
Rating: I have no idea. In my home country it would probably be rated for all ages. Though, there will be swearing and there will be fighting scenes. And the rating will probably get up when I've added later, darker chapters. It's an experiment for me, so just treat it R or something, allright? That way you can't blame me if parts will be very graphic. grin
Comments: As I've already said, this is my first shot at writing fanfic ever. So it probably wont be excellent, though I'd very much like constructive criticism! Also, my native language is not English, so there might be some weird grammar and spelling errors in here. Also, this has not been betaread, for no-one that I know of likes to read fanfiction, so I don't have anyone to beta read this. Just point it out to me if you find anything weird, allright? Thanks.
Feedback: ...would be very, very much appreciated. Also, I am always open for ideas for plot lines or details and corrections concerning canon or other criticism is always welcome.
Disclaimer: Farscape isn't owned by me, or the series would have never have been cancelled. Stargate isn't owned by me either, allright? You can sue me, but there's nothing to pluck from a bald chicken, so go ahead. Also, any original characters may be used, but I would like an email with the link, so I can read whatever you've done with that character.
Anyway, let's get on to the story. No animals were harmed during the creation, and you are safe to eat your microwave popcorn without your brains frying due to the combination with my weird fanfic. Have fun!
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The last thing we know about John, is that after his talks with 'Einstein', John found himself back in normal space. Where exactly, he couldn't tell. He was floating around a moon. Turning his back to the natural sattelite, he saw a planet. Or atleast, that's probably wat it used to be. No atmosphere as far as he could tell, and no water either. Just rock. Plain old rock. Lots and lots of rock. Reminded him of Mars, actually. Just a whole lot bigger. That, ofcourse, was relative, since he's never actually floated in orbit around Mars. Still, it seemed a whole lot bigger.
After trying his comms, with no reaction whatsoever, and after a few microts of waiting, it seemed that the universe wasn't directly dumping a new problem onto his lap, so he did everything in his power that he could do at such a time. He begun singing '999 bottles of beer on the wall'. The stray thought that that particular action was not positive concerning his oxygensupply was quickly squashed down. That didn't mean that that thought was false, however. Especially since he forgot to check his oxygensupply beforehand. He just had enough to linger in front of the wormhole for an arn or so, and return to Moya. Ofcourse, at this point there's no Moya in sight.
Before John even hit 980 bottles, his oxygen supply had detoriated enough for him to have to struggle to stay concious. Before he fall into the relaxing state of non-awareness he did see one huge vessel dropping by on his doorstep. Well, not as huge as a Scarran Dreadnaught, but still huge. It was a light gray, with an unusual shape. It was definately not Scarren. It wasn't Peacekeeper either. And, it probably wasn't Nebari. Using what oxygen he had left in his body, his brain managed to formulate a single response, before he passed out:
"Oops.."
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"Supreme Commander, there is a spacetime curvature opening 25 parsecs from here."
Thor, the Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet, sat on the Commander's chair on the bridge of "The Carter", the flag vessel in the fleet. Being an O'Neill class vessel, it was a sight to be seen. They were returning to Othalla, after defeating a few Replicator vessels wich have sprung up in the Gotl'k arm of their galaxy. The replicators on the planet with the time-dilationfield were extinct when the Asgard, together with Humans finally found a way to permanently disassemble them. But, not every Replicator was in range when the 'call' was made, and a small number of Replicator vessels coutinued to be found all over the local galaxycluster, giving the impression that this Plague would last forever.
He sat somewhat straigher (if that is even possible), and looked at his Main Science Officer.
"Wich vessel is it? The Prometheus?" A few species had managed to develop wormhole technology to the point where they could use it to drive their interstellar space-fearing vessels, as had the Asgard, though they could not use it do to a very old agreement with the Ancients. And though the Ancients haven't been sighted in the last 10.000 standard planetary rotations or so, the Asgard are nothing if not honorable, and they will honor their agreements. Excluding radicals like Loki, ofcourse. Of the few species that did develop and use it however, there was only one who made, and was allowed to make, regular jumps from and to Asgard space; Humans.
Humans. Now there's an oddity if the universe ever saw one. Their first spacefearing vessel was built a merely hundred years after their first atmospheric flight, while most species in the galactic neighbourhood take almost a thousand years to accomplish the same. Though it was upgraded by Thor himself with Asgard Defense Shields and an upgraded Hyperdrive, it was still mainly Human (reverse-)enigneering. Now, three hundred years after the launch of their first Prometheus, the X-303, they have just launched their latest incarnation 6 months ago. As the flagship of the Human fleet, harboring the latest technology, the Prometheus is quite a vessel indeed. Almost as large as an Asgard battlecruiser, it has rudimentary transporters , a Displacement drive, gravimetric sub-light engines and the weaponry to match.
After defeating the Goa'uld 250 years ago, Humans have captured, and used, the Goa'uld's ships to strengthen their defenses until enough Human-built vessels were available. After 30 years or so, there were, but the Goa'uld vessels remain in service, mainly because of those Tok'ra who wanted to stand by the Human side but preferred Goa'uld technology over Human technology. Over the years, species were discovered, a few little battles broke out and alliances were made, though no alliance was as strong as that between them and the Asgard.
Anyway, back to the story. Since only a few people know how to use Wormholes as an interstellar drive without using a gate system of sorts, and the only one wich entered Asgard space frequently, Thor's first assumtion was that a Human ship was coming. Imagine his surprise, when his assumptions were proven wrong.
"No sir, the signature does not correspond to those formed by a Human Displacement drive", the Main Science Officer replied.
Thor was surprised, to say the least. But before he could formulate a question as to wether it did belong to then, his Main Science Officer continued:
"The signature is that.. of the Ancients."
Next to this, the surprise he had felt only a second ago seemed nothing. It was an Ancient signature! The Ancients had all but disappeared from the Galactic Neighbourhood a long time ago, and though they were strong allies, neither the Asgard nor the Nox has heard from them since. And the Furlings, well, let's just leave that bit for now, shall we?
"Are you certain?", Thor asked.
"Quite certain, Supreme Commander. The spacetime curvature had a very distinct signature, that of the Ancients. It has already closed, but it has deposited a humanoid. Correction: A Human. I am unable to distinguish if life signs are present from this distance, Captain", his Main Science Officer replied.
This was interesting indeed.
"Engage the Hyperdrive and transport the humanoid to the medical area. Humanoids usually cannot survive being in space without a vessel."
Besides being very honorable creatures, the Asgard also had a peculiar knack for stating the obvious. The Asgard battlecruiser glowed blue for a moment, and disappeared into hyperspace, only to exit it a second later.
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John awoke to find himself in a bare looking room, made of grey metal. He was lying suspended in mid-air, and he heard steps behind him. John moved his head to take a look. Crichton had experienced so much in his time in the Uncharted Territories, that there wasn't much that shocked him any longer. What he saw here, however, did.
"Woah!"
He thought and said it out loud at the same moment.
"Though I've seen enough to make Spielberg rewrite his books, I've never seen you guys. So I guess Roswell wasn't some weather balloon, huh?"
Typical of John, when the situation seemed uncontrollable by some degree, he resorted to humor. Though he also did it when the situation was controllable. And when the situation was neither. And when it was both. The alien looked at him, blinked his eyes, and spoke.
"You are awake, good."
Meanwhile, John was overcoming his shock, and retorted:
"So, who the frell are you? Where's Mulder?"
The alien looked confused by that statement, but continued anyway:
"I am Head Medical Officer Odin, and you're onboard the Asgard flagship the Carter. We found you exiting a wormhole and you were near oxygen depletion. Also, we found some anomalies in your brain that we corrected."
"What, YOU FRELLED WITH MY BRAIN?!?!"
Crichton became angry, very angry. Most humanoids often suffer from a few moments of severe emotional unstability when they suddenly get what most Humans by this time called 'the Asgard's Hyperdinner'. Though the biggest reason was simply the idea of another alien species running errand in his frying pan. And the Asgard Medical Officer seemed to shrink back a little. Though their dealings with Humans were becoming more common each day, Asgard still had a born instinct to run away from danger, and an angry human, well, it just screamed danger to them. But he recovered nicely, and continued:
"As I have stated, we found inconsistencies within your brain, we are surprised you had no problems functioning thus far. To be safe, I have corrected the problem. You have lost no memories, no knowledge, in fact everything is very much intact, and nothing was read, probed, taken, or viewed in any form, except for the remains of a crude chip we found."
While the Head Medical Officer was talking, he manipulated a few controls and Crichton was moved upright and given control of his facilities back.
"Cool trick. Wait, what, so Harvey's finally gone for real?"
At this, the Head Medical Officer looked confused again.
"Who or what is this Harvey?"
"Never mind.. Am I being held prisoner?"
"You are not our prisoner. And, I will let you out, in a moment. The Supreme Commander has requested your presence in the Garden Hall first, I will take you there. After that, we could contact Earth's Space Force, and have a vessel pick you up. Or, we could, alternatively, 'drop you off somewhere', as you Humans would say it."
"Woah, wait a minute. What's this Earth Space Force you're talking about, and how do you know my species?"
John did not trust this a bit. Little grey people that seemed to be taken from an episode of the X-Files? Earth Space Force? It seemed to twisted. Though nothing really looked twisted any longer since the Farscape got shot through that wormhole in Earth orbit. Though John still had some nasty feelings. As he checked his weapons, and mentally chastised himself for not doing so earlier, he found that his pulse pistols were missing.
"Where are my pulse pistols?"
"As I said, after you have spoken with Supreme Commander Thor, you will be free to leave. Your weapons will be returned to you at that time."
'Hmm, figures', John thought to himself.
"Well, let's get this show on the road then, shall we? Show me the way", John said, extending his arm, "ehh", moving his arm the other way, "where ever the door is. Do you even have any doors here?"
Odin had some thoughts himself. It seems this Human has never been on an Asgard vessel before. Quite peculiar, though not improbable, nor rare. What was even more peculiar was that this Human appeared to have no knowledge of his own species' military. And, what was the most peculiar, was that this Human was wearing a spacesuit the computer identified as to be from 'Peacekeeper' origin, wich as far as he knew, the Humans did not have contact with yet, and that he didn't seem to recognize an Asgard. By now, though not regularly, Asgard did visit Earth, ocassionaly, and the other way around. Even if a Human hasn't seen an Asgard in person, he or she certainly would know what an Asgard would look like.
But these mysteries were for Supreme Commander Thor to solve. He took the Human out of the Medical Area, and guided him through the vessel to the Garden Hall. Meanwhile, telepatically contacting Thor to relay the recent findings.
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Well, this was creepy. He had passed several of the aliens, and they all looked the same! No, scrap that, they looked exáctly the same! This was getting weirder and weirder. He was prompted to ask if they were robots of some kind, but thought better of it.
After a long walk through corridors that all seemed exactly the same, that Medical guy stopped.
"We have arrived. Go around the corner and you will find the Garden Hall. Pick a spot you like, and the Supreme Commander will be with you shortly."
And, before John could utter a word, the Medical Officer left.
"Well, I could try to find my way out, but without Wynona that's not going to be easy. Especially considering that I don't even now how I got here, 'cause everything looks the damn same to me.. Let's have a look at that garden then, see what that Thor guy wants, it's not like I have any other choice at the moment", he muttered under his breath.
John rounded the corner and his mouth fell to the deck. Though having seen indoor enviroments before, on Scorpius' Command Carrier, that was nothing compared to this. The area seemed absolutely huge, blue sky, little waterfalls, grass, trees, you name it, the works. Except for the doorway he got through, and a few other doorways he saw here and there, there was absolutely nothing indicating that this wasn't on a real planet. There even were some butterflies and alien looking animals scurrying here and there!
"Got to get me one of these, back on Moya! This would beat the terrace any day!", he grinned, "no stars though."
Feeling somewhat uplifed, he walked a bit, until he found a place wich had the same feeling as his dock back on Earth, where he used to go fishing. He even saw a fishing pole and a can of worms next to it. Taking a look around, and seeing no-one, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down at the dock, doing something he wanted to do ever since he got shot to the Uncharteds. Go Fishing!
"Though I wonder if there are any fish in here", he muttered to himself after a few minutes, ", cuz nothing seems to bite. But hey, what does it matter."
A voice behind him said: "There are no seaborn creatures in this part of the lake, though I am surprised you chose this particular spot."
John hid his surprise at being caught unawares, using humor:
"Well, if you ain't got no fish in here, why the fishing pole then?"
To his amazement, the alien answered his jibe:
"This is to honor a long-past friend. His main pasttime was fishing, and though I have no regret never have taken him up on his offer to go fishing, I did however, found in myself the need to honor him in a way."
"Well, that's all good, and while were on the personal track anyway, I wanna know, who the frell are you?"
"I am Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet, and sole remaining Initiator of the Asgard-Human alliance."
"Woah Askart-Human alliance? What is this crap? How do you know my species? I want some answers!" John said, becoming somewhat angry.
To his credit, Thor didn't flinch an inch.
"Asgard-Human alliance. We have known of your species for a few thousand of your years now, and have initiated official contact 300 years ago. Or actually, the Humans did. And before you ask, yes, I assume we did not have contact in your time. That is also an assumption, since your spacetime signature is different, it means that you are most probably from the past. You are from this reality though."
"What do you mean, from the past?"
"One thing at a time. I also have a few questions for you. First, how did you create a wormhole, without a craft, and with the signature of The Ancients? Second, how is it you are in posession of a Peacekeeper space suit, since your race should not yet have established contact with them, especially concerning that you are most probably from the past? And Third", but John broke in.
"What makes you think I know how to make wormholes? And why should I answer any of your questions anyway?"
"I understand your need for validity of what I have said. I can provide this, but tell me this: What is the last Earth year you were on Earth?"
It seemed to John that there wasn't any harm in giving the alien that, though it seemed for no reason either.
"1999. Why do you care?"
"I can validate my claims. First, I know you can influence a 'wormhole', as you call it, since all Humans have this unique ability, though most Humans do not know this. This is the main reason Humans are on their way to becoming the Fifth Race in the Great Alliance, regaining the knowledge they have lost over time. Since you did not exit the space time curvature with a craft, you have to had influenced it directly. Though what puzzles me is the Ancients' signature. Did you encounter one of the Ancients?"
"You said you would validate your claims. I don't see the need to answer your questions any further."
John felt like he was back at the youth court house, after some stunts he pulled when he was a kid. So, he was being pigheaded and he knew it. Still, he felt some satisfaction in this. Though what the alien told him did stir his feelings up a bit. What if what the alien said was true? That all Humans have the latent ability to influence wormholes? Then not only he, but every single Human is in danger if someone got to know that fact!
Thor waved with his hand, and a transparent viewscreen appeared right in front of them. While he talked, images and video accentuated what he said.
"1999, Earth, Milky Way galaxy. Comprised of aproximately 6 billion Humans, no interstellar capability. Some small non-manned travels in their inner solar system. Stargate Project has begun, Earth teams are beginning to explore planets in the neighbourhood."
"What is this crap about some Stargate Project?"
"You are John Crichton, are you not?"
'Oh damn. He knows my name. Usually, that spells out DANGER', John thought.
"Who is this Crichton?"
"Do not play innocent. The only Human that left Earth in the Earth year 1999, matching your description, is Commander John Crichton, perishing in orbit in the Farscape 1 Module. Though it does make sense now, due to the solar flare activity of your sun, Earth's latent wormhole probably opened. You are John Crichton and you've been trough Earth's latent wormhole instead of perishing as the data records indicate."
"Look, you want my wormhole knowledge? Get in line behind everyone else who want's a knack at what's inside my head. I'm gonna tell ya though, it ain't gonna happen. I'd rather die, taking my knowledge with me. And soon, my friends will be here, so you can't hold me for long."
The last line was a bit of a stretch, since he didn't knew where D'argo and the others were and even if they could save his ass if they were here.
"Commander Crichton. I have no intention of holding you against your will. Also, I have no interest in the knowledge you have, for the Asgard also have the ability to create 'wormholes'. The only thing I am interested in is how you survived, alone, on the other side of your galaxy. I knew Humans are a resilient species, but hearing the reports from my Medical Officer, I am surprised you are even alive, also considering the races in the space Earth's latent 'wormhole' must have dropped you in. What I am also interested in is how you could have created an Ancient signature. Either you met the Ancients, or you learnt how to imprint a signature yourself, but that is not knowledge the Humans could have logically mastered yet, no Human has advanced up to that point."
"Okay, let me give you a deal. I tell ya the outlines of what happened, if you're so interested, and you tell me what has happened to Earth since I'm gone, if we're really in the future that is."
"You 'have a deal', Commander Crichton."
So John told him the outline of his story, what happened, the meeting with the ancients, Dam-Ba-Da, general outlines of all the big stuff and even about 'Einstein'. Supreme Commander Thor, in his turn, told John all about Earth.
"So you had a meeting with Them? The creators of the Ancients? You are quite fortunate indeed, even the Asgard never had that honor, though we know of the creators."
"Yeah well, in his words 'you are here to perish, i am here to affect that outcome', I wasn't really that honored. But I came out allright."
"Indeed. Alot of things have cleared up. Now, let me tell you about Earth."
"1999. The year you left. Earth had a Stargate Program, in Colorado mountain, under the NORAD facility."
"What, under NORAD? No kiddin'. So Sam must have known about it, that's why she left the Farscape Project!"
"You are referring to Samantha Carter?"
"What.. How do you know her? You've been digging in my memories, haven't you?"
"Certainly not. Carter was one of the members of SG1, the main Stargate Team, and has helped us many times. She helped us defeat the replicators. If it wasn't for her, and the rest of SG1, the Asgard would have surely perished by now. My vessel isn't named the Carter for nothing."
"So.. you ship's called after Sam? Woah.. she sure made some friends out there.. Probably did a hell of a lot better then I did."
"By using the Stargate, Earth however, also made some enemies. They ultimately defeated the Goa'uld, but not without heavy losses. Thus the forming of Earth's Space Force."
All the while, images and videos played back on the floating holoscreen. John felt a knot in his stomach form at the thought that no-one he knew back on Earth was still alive, and also about the probability that he could have come home to an Earth that was bombarded from orbit by these Goa'uld people.
"So.. there's nothing to come back to."
Thor had spent quite some time around Humans, and had anticipated Crichton's thinking.
"Though most of the people you know are now long deceased, that does not mean that there is nothing to go back to. If you want, that is. As I have said before, you have several options. You can stay here until you have decided. We'll give you access to the terminal in your quarters, so you can 'brush up' your history, as you would say."
"Yeah I'd like that..."
With this, Thor disappeared in a glow. John saw everything turn white in a second, but when the light faded he found himself somewhere else.
"Woah.. Nice tricks indeed."
So he sat down, figuring out how to use the terminal provided.
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His head spinning with information, he lay back down on the bunk. He got to sleep immediately, since he was exhausted for some reason, but when he woke up he figured out how to use the terminal, and learned a lot. So he was 300 years in the future! He even toyed with the possibility that his last wormhole jive dumped him in the future, but the information these Asgard have on Peacekeeper/Scarran politics seems quite recent, though a bit scarce. So it must be the first wormhole then. And Earth never was in danger from the Peacekeepers! Atleast, not with Earth's current Space Force and the fact that the Peacekeeper's wouldn't send an entire armada to Earth, thinking it to be just some primitive backwater planet. Scorpius could have gone to Earth with his command carrier and would not even reach Earth before he would be blasted out of the sky, as far as he could tell! Well, that definately turned the tables a bit.
Suddenly his terminal beeped, and he heard someone, through some hidden speaker somewhere, say "Commander Chrichton. Thor requests your presence in the Main Briefing Room. Have you sufficiently rested?", and after a "Yes' that he said, more to himself then to anybody else, he was transported to the Main Briefing Room. Thor was already there.
"Have you made your decision?", Thor asked.
"I think it might be best if I informed the officials on Earth, since if the Peacekeepers got head about the fact that Earth vessels have a Displacement Drive, they'll definately want to get one, with whatever means they have at their disposal. And that wouldn't be pretty."
"A prudent decision. Since I have anticipated your decision, The Carter is now in orbit of Earth, and we can be transported down at any time."
"Let's do it", John grinned, before sobering again.
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