The Star Gate Program (Hetalia/Stargate SG1 X-Over)
Author: Ashynarr
Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A device older than human civilization, capable of transporting people across the galaxy in an instant. But things have a way of quickly becoming complicated, pushing America and others to their limits as they find themselves embroiled in galactic politics and intrigue throughout the stars.
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine. Stargate isn't mine.
Warning: Alterations of the Stargate timeline/canon and Hetalia canon
[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]
[Chapter 13]
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He was on another world.
He, Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the United States of America, was on another planet hundreds of lightyears from home.
And it. was. Awesome.
Okay, so that whole issue with the stretch hadn't been completely unfounded, but it was more a dull ache than genuinely painful at the moment, and was already fading a bit as his body adapted. The important thing was that he wasn't dead or injured or in pain, which was what he had been hoping for but not completely counting on.
He laughed quietly enough so that his team didn't hear him, and with the mask and goggles covering his face they couldn't see his relieved amusement either. It'd only been a few hours by his internal clock's reckoning, but they'd managed to set up some temporary defenses around the Gate room and gotten a good layout of the immediate tunnels around them, not to mention the exit to the outside.
Apparently the similarities with Egypt didn't end inside the pyramid - the patrol's brief scan of outside before they retreated from the midday heat found a rough path leading up from the pyramid and over a dune into the desert, with dunes surrounding the place on almost all other sides that could be seen.
Clearly when he reported in he'd need to ask for extra water to be shipped through so that they didn't dehydrate. Perhaps it could even be used to trade if the aliens proved friendly and amiable to such a deal? God, he hoped this all went well…
Speaking of which, it was starting to get dark outside, which meant it was cool enough for a more thorough patrol around the perimeter before they came back inside for the night. Alfred wanted desperately to be in one of them, but that had to wait until after the initial patrols reported in to him. At the least, he'd have a nice view of the night sky of this world before they retreated inside for the night.
"Colonel Jones?" Daniel asked, distracted him from his musings.
"Dr. Jackson, you have a report?" He asked, focusing on the young archaeologist.
Daniel grimaced, not a good sign by any stretch of the imagination. "We've finished going through all the rooms we can find, but even with the writings we can find, there's nothing that looks like an address of any kind."
Alfred sighed, rubbing at his hair. "Do any of the writings say where we can find it, then?"
The brunet shrugged. "We've only just started rough translating it - it's close enough to the Ancient Egyptian language on the coverstone that we haven't had too much trouble, but there's nothing indicating it so far."
Damn. Hopefully Mattie wouldn't be too angry with him.
"Friend, colonel?"
Alfred flushed. "Ah, dangit, did I say that out loud?"
Daniel looked rather amused. "You did."
The Nation chuckled. "Matt's my brother. You know Colonel Williams?"
"-that's why you two look so alike. I mixed him up with you once, I think. Twins?"
Alfred laughed. "Don't worry, everyone's done that at this point. And yeah, I promised him I'd stay out of trouble, because apparently he doesn't trust me to not keep myself under control when left alone for too long."
"Even in the military?"
"Especially in the military." Alfred gave a forlorn sigh. "He just doesn't trust me at all. It's awful."
"I'm sure it's completely unfounded," Daniel agreed much too sympathetically to be entirely honest.
"Of course you do." Alfred snorted, before an idea came to mind. "Hey, you think the natives might know the address?"
Daniel's amusement washed away into thoughtfulness. "That's a possibility, especially if they still use their Stargate. Of course, they might not all know it since it's been so long since we've been in contact with them."
"Still, with no evidence of an address system here, they'll be our best bet, especially since we'll need their constellation system to give us the right symbols to look at for dialing home."
The archaeologist quirked a smile. "So I'm guessing First Contact's been moved up in priority then?"
"Seems that way."
"Sir," One of the soldiers who had been on patrol - Private Alex Danson, wasn't it? Canadian for sure - approached, nodding respectfully to Daniel before turning to Alfred. "The first sweep of the perimeter has found no visible signs of civilization aside from the path within view of the top of the dunes immediately surrounding the pyramid."
Alfred nodded. "Did you see any other signs of life?"
"Some small shrubs, a few small animals, but nothing larger than a rat from what we could see."
"Right," The Nation thought. "Well we're already ordering in more water rations before we go anywhere away from base, but if there's no one within sight, we might need some form of transport. Anything else to report?"
Private Danson hesitated. "This planet apparently has three moons, sir."
There was a long stretch of silence. "You have got to me kidding me."
"No, sir, you can see them plain as can be right now."
Sending a glance to Daniel, who looked equally curious, the three made their way outside, Alex directing his attention to the sky behind the pyramid once the celestial objects were visible.
Alfred whistled. "Well, we definitely aren't in Kansas anymore. How fast can we get some images to sent through to command? Give the physicists something to figure out for a while."
"Right away, sir."
After the soldier left, Alfred turned back to Daniel. "We should check in with the rest of the translation team to see what progress they've made before command asks for a report. We won't be able to go looking for aliens until we obtain long-distance transport anyways, so we might as well make progress somewhere."
It was also because the night's chill was starting to become pronounced, the sun's heat already evaporated into the darkness, but the Nation wouldn't admit to that. The short walk back inside caught Alfred up to everything Daniel had been able to glean so far, which was mostly a brief section praising Ra and a few other gods.
"They must have interacted for hundreds of years for their belief systems to bleed into each other," Daniel enthused, waving arms and almost hitting Alfred in the process. "Can you imagine what life must have been like then? A trade alliance between two planets, exchanging goods, ideas, possibly even people."
"Makes you wonder where the other aliens are, then." Alfred mused, more to himself, but Daniel stopped, thoughtful again.
"Maybe the aliens brought their dead back to this world for burial? Or if they weren't found, perhaps we just haven't looked in the right places yet?"
Alfred nodded thoughtfully. "That'd make sense. Something else to ask, right?"
"Definitely."
They reached the room with the rest of the science team, one of them - Dr. Abigail Sutters, one of his - looking up and waving as they entered. "Colonel, Dr. Jackson."
"Dr. Sutters. Got anything for us before we report to command?"
She nodded, shaking some dust out of her hair. "We've got this part of the wall down for an initial translation. Apparently this is some sort of story about a war between the gods, which Ra won, making him the leader."
"A war?" Daniel frowned, going over to look at the papers and the writings. "I don't remember anything like that in Egyptian mythology."
"There isn't, as far as any of us remember either. We could ask the folks back on Earth to look for any references, but until they get back to us we have to go with what we know."
Alfred frowned, nodding. "I'll ask command to get some people on it. How much more do you think you can get done over the next couple of days?"
"Depends, sir. This room can be finished within about three days if we just go for rough translations, another week from there if you want 'em refined. The other room should take about the same amount of time, along with any others we stumble across."
"Then try to get this room done before we set out to look for any sign of civilization. I might be taking a member of the team or two along to provide some friendlier faces."
She made a face but nodded. "I think we can manage that, Colonel."
"Good. Dr. Jackson, I'll let you get back to work. I need to write up a report before command checks in in about twenty minutes."
"Good luck with that report, and your brother." Daniel looked all too amused at that last aside.
Alfred made a face. "Don't remind me, please."
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AN: Alfred's just about as excited as I am about all this, tbh. Fucking space cowboy, he's like Kirk except I can't see him as nearly as much of a playboy tbh. He'd be too busy being excited over new planets and new aliens and new everything to really think about that kinda stuff in my opinion. Ehehe…
[Alex is 2p!Canada btw, while Abigail is 2p!NyoAmerica. They'll be recurring features in this story along with the other 2p / Nyo / 2pNyo characters. Possibly including non-Ame or -Can ones.]
I think I'm going to introduce Sha're and Abydos from their own points of view as they become relevant so that it's not just switching between Al and Daniel the entire time. Though I love them in all their nerdiness, the girls need screentime for reals yo. That should start in the next chapter or two I think? Also, I need POVs of the folks back on Earth, so that's like… six people, maybe more. Hrrm.
I think I might need to sit down with the movie this weekend again to remind myself of what happens and what'll need to change to fit. I have vague memories of what happened but I don't want to rely on just that so yeah.
