A/N: Okay, first things first. This is the first chapter, and I will try to have all of them semi-long since I have a habit of doing short chapters.
I will have some comments at the end if you didn't understand something or if there was deference between the game and my version of it.
This was a quick update, and I tend to do that when I'm into a story but don't get excited. It won't be to long before the chapters are slow updates.
There might be some OC-ness as I haven't quite beat FFVII yet, and only saw brief scenes on the third disk that I was allowed to watch when my bro Seph played. And as for Atlantis, there hasn't been enough episodes for me to clearly picture everyone in my mind and how the would act.
My favorite characters that will be in the story are Seph, Aerith, McKay and Beckett. But I warn you, I will lash out them in cruel ways.
That is all for the rant for now.
Chapter One: The Chosen One
The blaring sirens were heard over head to signal an off world activation, many people crying, the soft whispers coming from each person in the room, and the gentle thumps of someone's feet as they approached the woman in pink.
She was no longer glowing with the Angelic look, but looked like every other human in the room. Many would live to say that they glimpsed an angel, most would in turn deny it ever happened.
"Who are you?" the other female asked, as the one in pink turned to look at her, a kind smile on her face.
"My name is Aerith," She bowed her head slightly, "I am the last remaining full blood Cetra."
"Cetra?" the first woman asked.
"The Ancients, their true name is the Cetra," Aerith cocked her head to the side slightly, confused, "I was assuming that you all were residing here that you would know that."
"There are many things we do not know, like how did you get through the gate?"
"I was summoned here."
"By who?"
"The Chosen One."
"Who?"
"The one who can hold the rose."
"Me?"
They all turned to see the male with the rose in his hands looking at Aerith confused, stroking a crystal petal of the flower self consciously.
"Yes," Aerith smiled kindly.
"You mean Dr. Beckett is your so called 'Chosen One'?" the first woman asked, "How?"
"You don't ask how a Chosen One is created," Aerith said darkly, "You ask when they will come."
"I still don't understand any of this," the doctor said, looking from Aerith to the other one.
"One who knows nothing," A voice echoed from somewhere, "Can understand nothing."
They all turned to see a young Athosian male standing still, his eyes glowing, not like the Gua'Ulds did, it was more of the iris glowing.
"Mako," Aerith said with a cocked eye, "It still exists?"
The young woman turned to the Stargate and narrowed her eyes, and put her hands on her hips before sighing and shaking her head.
"Ah, but of course," She said sadly, "Mako will always exist..."
"Excuse me ma'am, but we are going to have to lock you up until-"
"Yes, yes, of course," Aerith nodded holding out her hands for him to cuff or whatever he so chose to do, "Take me where you shall keep me."
One of the airmen gave the first woman a strange look and she nodded before Aerith was led away to one of the holding cells. Beckett looked at the rose carefully again, before putting it in his lab pocket and looking at the others.
"Well, if you come down to my wing I can treat those cuts," he said, as if everything was normal again.
The woman, one of the two men, another dark skinned man and Beckett sat in the conference room, papers scattered around for any to take to look at, and a pot of coffee for any to take to drink.
A moment later the second of the two men came in with another female only this one was Athosian. The two sat down quietly, and waited for the meeting to start.
"Okay, Dr. Beckett, did you find anything in the Cetra's blood?"
"Honestly," the European man said, biting the inside of his mouth, "We didn't find anything."
"And that's bad how?" the woman asked.
"Well Dr. Weir, that is the problem. It might not be bad," Beckett said, "All this tells us is that she has never been sick before. No cold's, no flu's, not even the chicken pox."
"Okay, what does that mean?" The first one to be cut asked.
"That she is immune to disease," Beckett shrugged, "I'm guessing it has something to do with all of the ATA in her, Major Shepard. It might have some sort of anti virus in it. I remember hardly ever being sick as a child, and I've been told the same from a few others with ATA, including yourself Major."
"Yeah," the Major nodded, "that's true. But I didn't know McKay had ATA in him."
"Well, we have no proof that he doesn't," Beckett grinned.
"What is wrong with having ATA in me? I got the Shield to work didn't I?" The second to be cut snapped.
"Well, yes, I suppose you did," the Major frowned at this.
"I want to know why the flower didn't cut Beckett though," the dark skinned man frowned.
"Maybe it does not touch those who are Chosen," the Athosian woman offered.
"I don't know," the dark one frowned, "What was he chosen by?"
"The Cetra," Sheppard said slowly, "The Ancients chose him, Ford. Either that or some other alien."
"But what did they choose him to do?" Ford asked.
"You would have to ask the Cetra for the answer to that."
"Why did you give him the rose?" Weir asked the pink clothed woman.
"He is the Chosen One," Aerith replied calmly.
"Who chose him?" Sheppard asked.
"The planet."
"The Planet?" McKay asked skeptically.
"Yes, the planet," Aerith sighed, "The stop before the Promised Land."
"What is the Promised Land?" Weir asked.
"The Promised Land is... well the Promised Land," Aerith shrugged, "None who have ever been there return. But it is said, that once you are there, you can feel that this is where you want to be."
"I get that feeling a lot when I get back from missions," McKay frowned.
Aerith sent him a dark look and folded her arms over her chest in a childish way. Beckett smiled, and prodded Rodney in the side gently. The older male looked at him, but Carson Beckett was busy looking at Aerith.
It was as if he saw something more to her, which no one else was able to see. Something heavenly, that had him transfixed every time he looked at Aerith.
"Now, you said Beckett summoned you, what did you mean by that?" Weir asked again, as if nothing had happened in the last few brief moments.
"I felt a tug at my essence," Aerith explained, putting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on them, "Something that called me here. That is how I traveled through your so-called 'shield'. Honestly, you think that after what happened to Midgar, Neo Midgar would have more exciting technology."
"Midgar...?"
"Neo Midgar...?"
"Midgar, the original city of the Cetra," Aerith frowned, "Don't you know anything? After Midgar was destroyed during the Second Crisis, with the WEAPONS on the rampage, the entire original city was destroyed. Thus Neo Midgar, or Atlantis as I heard someone term it earlier, was created."
"And the Second Crisis?"
"The second time the Crisis of the Sky attacked the planet," Aerith said sadly. "The first time it happened, the planet summed the WEAPONS, the planets way of protecting itself, and though why the Crisis attacked was beyond all of us, it summoned Meteor to destroy all life. The Cetra used all of its energy to help the Planet heal its wounds, thus most of us died out.
"The second time, the Crisis was resurrected and with the help of a human boy infected with the Crisis' cells, it proceeded to summon Meteor again. The planet released the WEAPONS once more, and a rag-tag band of friends grouped together and were able to enter the life stream to stop the male and Meteor.
"I know what you will ask, 'What is the Life Stream?' and well... that is not as easy for me to explain, but for your sake I will do the best I can.
"Whenever a person, animal, or plant dies, they become energy- the essence of all life as we know it, and becomes part of the Life Stream. The Life Force is taken and given to new things to be born again, and live on till it dies and returns to the planet.
"The Life Streams essence is a complicated form of Mako, the substance that runs the Stargate- Let me finish before you talk sir! - And it used to be mined from the planet and used to power things like toasters and lights.
"And once all that energy leaves the planet, the planet will die. That is why the search for the Promised Land began. To find a land abundant in Mako energy."
"Wow, that explained a lot," Sheppard blinked.
"But The 'Gate is run by Naquida," McKay frowned.
"A rose by any other name, smells just as sweet," Aerith smiled. "I know, I was a flower girl once upon a time. Before the Second Crisis..."
"Only before?" Ford asked, "What did you do after?"
"I did not make it, and I watched everything from the Life Stream," Aerith closed her eyes as if in remembrance, "I was slain by the sword of the Crisis helper. I returned to the planet and since I was Cetra, and died in prayer, I did not mix as well with the planets natural flow of Energy.
"So I sat and watched all that happened to the planet, my friends, my loved ones. I watched as they all grew old and died, and were returned to the natural energy flow of the planet.
"But I was stuck, with one other. The Crisis' helper. One who can be summoned at any minute by the Crisis of the Sky's puppet. And I had to wait until the Cetra Chosen One summoned me.
"And thus I was summoned, many years ago. But it was to far away for me to reach, and I was forced to watch and wait, a spirit in the mortal plain. Only recently I found his essence closer then ever, and it had moved so quickly.
"And I remembered the Stargate. And though I was a spirit, I had the power over some times, and such Mako energy is one of them and I opened a portal to the land where I felt his presence.
"Many times I did this, only to have him disappear into a different location as soon as I got there. But today I was lucky, and was able to deliver the Key of the Promised Land to its rightful owner."
"Wow, all I needed was a simple 'I died' to be happy," Ford muttered under his breath.
Aerith ignored him, and turned to the Commanding Officer.
"Is there anything else you wish to know?" she asked softly.
"What is this Crisis of the Sky you keep mentioning?" Weir asked.
"Well, you know how the Cetra are connected to the planet?" She received several nods, "The Crisis of the Sky are connected to the air. They had always been a rival force. The Planet chose its defense in Cetra. The Sky chose its defense in Jenova.
"Probably the most deadly thing around, it was said to be unstoppable. But during the Second Crisis, a male named Cloud Strife was said to have defeated it along with the Crisis' helper.
"But as long as the Planet lives on, the Crisis will live on. Both will always search for the promised land, though they may occasionally stop to rest and recover in spans of millions of years."
"That doesn't sound good," Weir frowned, "But something tells me from your reaction that the Crisis is almost recovered."
"Yes, I'm afraid it is. It is just a matter of time before the Crisis strikes the planet once more."
"And the planet?"
"I'm afraid your situated onto it."
A/N: Okay, I'm pretty sure I heard Sam in SG1 say something about Naquida being connected to the earth in some sort of way. I found that this reminded me that it had to be mined out of the Earth.
Mako is the name for planets life force. And it was mined from the ground for those stupid reasons and was slowly killing the planet but no one really realized it. Well, not until a rebel group called AVALANCHE stared out on their journey to save the planet.
Oh yeah, The Crisis and Planet choosing its defenses is something that my brother came up with a long time ago back in '98 when the game was first released. I was flipping through some of my brother's old notes that he used to write with friends and found that this worked very well.
And the Ancients official name was Cetra.
Good Enough? If not e-mail me at and I can try to explain it better to anyone. Or if I get enough complaints I'll try to explain it again. XD
