Disclaimer: No, no... not making money off of Redwall or Stargate. Darn. This story is rated PG. This is my first Redwall/Stargate fic, so please review. I will not update if I don't think people are interested in my story. I am open to suggestions or ideas. Thanks! BTW, italics are thoughts, and what people/animals say are in quotation marks.

Okay, here goes nothing...

P2X-395, or Redwall

Chapter I-Discovery

Ah, yes, another beautiful spring morning in Mossflower country. A mist blanketed the ground, the birds sang little sonnets, and little flowers and plants began opening to face the rising sun. Life awoke to a fresh day as woodlander creatures started eating breakfast and made the day's plans. Chores were parted out and later the animals eagerly began working on building the magnificent Redwall Abbey, future home to any and all animals that wished to live peaceful lives. The Abbey itself was only halfway finished, but with everyone diligently working, that wouldn't last long.

Today, it was the Dibbons' task to collect red clay from the quarry in the forest to make into building blocks. Two carefree Dibbons ran across the grass, playing football; the ball knocking off all the dew that settled on the grass blades. Suddenly, a deep, yet sharp voice sliced through the air like a hot knife through butter.

"ALEX!! MARK!! Stop fooling around and get to work!! We older hardworking animals would like to finish the Abbey before it's too late! Now move, or there will be no blackberry pudding for you two!"

"Woo, boy, Miz Bella sure is mad! But she's right, y'know. Lets just get this over with, Alex" "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Help me with this wagon."

The two mice walked over to the quarry and proceeded to dig up clay and loaded the wagon. Moments later, a scratching noise came from where Mark was digging. He assumed he hit a rock, but soon found it impossible to dig out. It was rather large and he could make out an engraving on it.

Huh? A rock with pictures on it? He kept digging. Wait a tic, it's... like connected to other rocks... what is this thing?!

"Oy Alex! Come 'ere and help me out with this! I think we've got treasure buried here!

Anxious to uncover whatever "booty" they found, they dug fervently. Later they employed the help of other Dibbons and the moles who had superior digging claws. By midmorning, they had attracted the attention of half the Abbey. Soon, the "treasure" was uncovered and rinsed with water.
It looked like a small, circular podium sometimes used for desks. The height was about that of a mouse, and it had a huge orange dome in the middle. Blocks with pictures or symbols surrounded the dome. It was ornately carved, but felt and looked strange to the creatures, since it did not appear to be made of wood or any material that they used. The woodlanders continued to stare, speechless, but questions whizzed around in their brains. None could ponder the purpose of this structure.

Martin the Warrior walked up to the podium. He thought for a moment, and turned to a wizened mouse.

"Brother Algernon, do you have any records in the gatehouse that could explain what is this thing?" Martin wanted more information before he tried doing anything.

"I know I do not have to look. I have never seen any kind of document nor heard of any stories that help explain. I'm sorry".

Gnoff, Martin's best friend, bounded up. "Well hey, lets try to push one of rocks or open it. We're obviously not learning anything by staring at it all day!"

Well, he has a point there- and I don't feel this will harm us.

Martin pressed down on the orange dome. Immediately, the ground began shaking and trembling and groaning noise came from the earth. The animals were frightened and began running away. The podium began glowing. Martin drew back his hand as if electrocuted, but soon the trembling stopped and they could no longer hear the groaning. Everything quieted, except the cries of the scared animals.

"There is something under the earth! We have to keep digging!" Martin shouted.

"Are you crazy?! Did you not just feel and hear what it did?" Gnoff shouted back.

"I know but it won't hurt us!" -wait, how do I know that?

Columbine walked up to the two mice. "Listen, why do we go inform Lady Abbess about what we found, call a council meeting, and decide what to do there?"

Martin looked at Columbine and Gnoff, and then back at the podium. Nodding slightly, they made their way back to the abbey.

Please: comments and suggestions! Lord knows I could use the help.