Earth Date: June 17, 2007 (Post-Sangraal detonation)
Hyperspace
Tau'ri Vessel Odyssey
Colonel Ian Davidson looked into the tunnel of hyperspace as the Odyssey rocketed through subspace.
"We'll be arriving in five minutes, sir." Major Kevin Marks said from his position on the pilot's seat.
"Cloak us as soon as we exit hyperspace." Davidson slapped the intercomm. "SG-1, report to the bridge."
Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell bounded onto the bridge, followed shortly by Teal'c. "So, are we there yet?"
"Five minutes out." Davidson said, smirking.
"Has there been any activity from the Supergate?" Teal'c asked in his neutral tone.
"We haven't received any reports from the Tok'ra scout ship. It just activated and sat there."
"Maybe someone did what we did." Colonel Samantha Carter said as she entered the bridge. "Dial in from another galaxy to leave it open."
"I doubt it." Marks said. "We needed to blow up a Hive ship in order to do that, and as far as we know, only the Ori use the Supergates. And when they did, they only used it minimally."
"Whatever it is, we need to check it out." Dr. Daniel Jackson said; as customary, he was the last one to arrive, with Vala bouncing along behind him. "Only to know if the Ori are sending in more ships."
"Exiting hyperspace." Marks said. The Odyssey reverted to realspace and disappeared as the ZPM-powered cloak took over.
"Any contacts?"
"None, sir." Marks said. "The gate's just sitting there, active."
"Is it possible that the Ori just left it on?" Cam asked with one of his O'Neill-like questions.
Sam, as always, answered seriously. "I don't think so. They wouldn't want some Milky Way ship wandering their galaxy."
They stared at the gate for a minute until Cam called out. "Wait! Look, something's coming out."
The puddle rippled as the front of a ship appeared until it had fully left the gate. It was clearly a warship, with seven very large guns mounted on a ovoid saucer that connected by two short pylons to another hull, with a clearly armored blue front to that hull. Towards the back, two longer pylons terminated in armored nacelles. The overall shape an color reminded Davidson of something. He could see some form of recognition from most of the crew on the bridge.
Three more ships followed it. The first looked similar to the warship, except it's saucer was more like a saucer. A single, thick pylon connected the saucer to the hull. The hull was elongated, and it's nacelle pylons started from the bottom of the secondary hull, then curved up and ended. It had a similar blue front on the hull, but it looked less armored. It had no visible weapons.
The other ship of similar design had a very ovoid saucer. Yet again it had the blue front and single pylon, but had a sort of recessed split towards the front of the saucer. It's nacelles pointed down at an angle.
The last was clearly alien. Colored green, with thick, long wings, a beak and a posture that screamed predator, the wings swept forward from the main hull and ended with nacelles.
"Anyone else find those ships familiar?" Cam asked.
"Looks like money-makers to me." Vala said, with that mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh. My. God." Davidson turned around and saw the speaker. A young man by the name of Luke Webi, had thick, messy brown hair and a pair of glasses, had his mouth quite literally hitting the floor.
"Excuse me?"
"T-t-tha-that's-ss-"
"Those are what? Spit it out, Webi!" Davidson ordered.
"That's..." He paused, and the expression on his face was one of utter disbelief. "Star Trek."
At the Supergate...
I blinked as we appeared on the other side, shaking off the prickly feeling.
"Status report." I ordered.
"All systems good." Ensign Muse said. "No injuries, but we do have a couple of throw-upers."
"All ships report green, sir."
"Nelen, where are we?"
"Huh. Give me a minute." He went about his task. "Compensating for stellar drift... I knew it! Sir, we're in the middle of the Beta Quadrant, and, compensating for stellar drift, we went back to 2007."
"Oh, fuck." I swore. Yet again DTI would be going for my throat again.
Nelen's console beeped again. "Oh, never mind, looks like we went both back in time and to a different reality."
"Thank god." I sat back, silently thanking whatever guy that had allowed us to detect quantum signatures. "Any contacts?"
"No, sir." Tallasa said, but her console blared. "Wait, reading subspace distortion!"
"Onscreen!"
It looked like a form of a rolling nebula cloud, and from it, a ship appeared. With an imposing 'face', the ship had a main section, with a ring running back to the engines. There was another ring further in, and it glowed with visible energy. A dish was mounted on the front and toward the bottom, it reminded me of the Death Star's superlaser dish.
"Condition level Yellow." I ordered shields raised across the fleet.
"Incoming hail, text only." Marlin said.
"Text? Read it."
"Enemies of the Ori show no mercy in their attempts drawing people away from the path. Are you an enemy?" At my WTF look, Marlin just shrugged. "That's what it says."
"Alright. Fleet, hold position. Open a channel." At Marlin's nod, I began. "This is Fleet Admiral Wedge Antilles of the Delta Alliance Exploration Fleet. We are just peaceful explorers, we have no quarrel with you." I muted the channel.
Nothing happened for a moment. "Did my message get though?"
"Yes, sir. Ah, here it is." Marlin started reading again. "Make one with the path, and the journey shall lead you to eternity."
"Oh, god, religious zealots." Tallasa said.
I un-muted the channel. "Ori vessel, we have many beliefs. If someone on-board wants to explore your religion, they are free to."
"Those who reject the path to enlightenment must be destroyed."
"Ori vessel powering weapons!" Tallasa said.
"I don't like the sound of that. Fleet condition Red!"
Back across the old battlefield...
"What?" Sam said.
"What's Star Trek?" Vala asked.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait." Cam said. "Are you saying that those ships out there are from a sci-fi series that is entirely fiction?"
"Well, I didn't recognize those at first, but that one-" Luke pointed at the larger Starfleet one. "Looks like a variant of the Galaxy-class, you know, TNG Enterprise. That one-" He pointed to the warship. "-Looks like the original Enterprise."
"Hyperspace window detected!"
Out came a single Ori warship.
"Well, that's expected." Sam said. "If someone dialed in to my gate, I'd investigate too."
"Colonel, they've opened a channel." Davidson's comm chief said.
"Let's hear."
Daniel looked over the specialist's shoulder. "Looks like the Ori are quoting Origin."
"This is Fleet Admiral Wedge Antilles of the Delta Alliance Exploration Fleet. We are just peaceful explorers and have no quarrel with you."
Davidson heard an audible thump, and turned around to see Luke, who's mouth had gotten bigger if that was possible.
"Wedge Antilles." He said in a small voice. And promptly fainted. Teal'c caught him before he hit the floor.
"Well, the Ori are telling Antilles to accept Origin, basically."
"Ori vessel, we have many beliefs. If someone on-board wants to explore your religion, then they are free to."
"Welp, there starts the battle." Cam said.
"Indeed."
"Ori vessel and Star Trek ships powering weapons." Marks said
"Think they stand a chance?" Davidson asked Sam.
"Maybe, but we know that Ori ships can take on a fleet, but our foremost expert just passed out."
"Colonel, I recommend we engage." Cameron said.
"We couldn't do a thing, Cam, and you know it."
"Ori ship firing!"
The pure energy beam erupted from the ship and traveled to the warship. The warship rolled around the attack with an agility that Marks envied and rocketed across the field, firing phasers and green torpedoes.
On the Redemption...
"Energy build-up!"
The Ori ship fired a beam from it's dish.
"Attack patten Antilles-Omega! D'daen, cloak and flank them. Corona, you're on our wing. Ventura, circle and give them your broadside."
The Redemption rolled around the energy beam and unleashed phasers and hyper-plasma torpedoes as the Corona formed up with us and opened fire with polaron beams and quantums. Both attacks splashed against the Ori vessel's shields, but one phaser beam slipped through the shields and struck the beam dish, disabling it and causing secondary explosions to erupt across the ring connecting the main hull to the engines.
Plasma bolts stuck the rear shields as we passed the vessel, retaliating with our rear banks. The Ventura opened up with her antiproton weapons, the full force of her broadside impounding on the damage we caused and tearing away at the ring's weakened shields.
"Enemy shields down to twenty percent." Tallasa said as Tam brought the Redemption around for another strike.
"Corona, strip away the last of their shields with a tachyon beam. D'daen, hold them in place, we're gonna board them."
"Acknowledged."
The blue beam pulsed, leaving the Ori ship shieldless, and the Ventura tore into it. The D'daen slipped from cloak, and, like a mojai catching it's prey, two tractor beams emitted from the wings and caught the ship in an iron grip. Her plasma beams flashed, strafing the ship's last weapon emplacements and the ship fell silent.
"We have her-"
Nelen interrupted Tallasa. "Reading energy overload!"
"D'daen, get out of there, she's gonna self-destruct!"
The warbird disengaged her tractor beams and performed a warp micro-jump, taking her clear as the vessel exploded.
"Status report."
"No causalities across all vessels..."
With SG-1...
The crew watched as the Star Trek ships disabled the Ori warship with military precision, disabling it's main weapon with the first volley, destroying it's shields with the next, and as the Romulan ship reappeared, Davidson could hear a small squeak come from Cameron.
"Ori ship overloading!" Marks said, and they watched as the Romulan ship disengage her tractors and disappear, reappearing a second later beside the warship as the Ori vessel erupted.
"Did they just obliterate a Ori vessel without taking a scratch?" Vala asked.
"Yes, they did." Daniel said.
"We need them as allies!" Cam said, giddy.
"I agree." Davidson said. "Marks, decloak us."
"New contact!" Tallasa alerted.
"Lock phasers!"
"Wait, different configuration."
Marlin spoke up. "Sir, their hailing."
I paused. "D'daen, cloak and micro-jump behind them. Lock tractors on my command." I nodded to Marlin.
"Unidentified ships, this is Colonel Ian Davidson of the Tau'ri vessel Odyssey, to Fleet Admiral Wedge Antilles. Stand down, we are friendly and wish to talk."
"Odyssey, this is Admiral Antilles of the Redemption. What do you want to talk about?"
"About becoming allies. We need help with the Ori."
"Alright, how about we meet in person. Which ship would you like to meet on?"
"Yours. We don't have a shuttle, and I doubt that our transporters are comparable. If you could send us a set of coordinates to beam to, we'll send over our delegates."
"Odyssey, how about we match velocities and dock with each other?"
"Sounds good."
"Sending velocities and coordinating with Odyssey helm." Tam said.
"D'daen, stand down and set up a perimeter. Fleet condition Yellow."
"Sir, getting transmission from T'vrixn." Marlin said. "The science team has arrived and their escorts have started securing the planet."
"Acknowledged. Keep the gate open until I say so, we may need quick reinforcements."
With a audible thunk, the Odyssey was docked with the Redemption.
"Vala, keep your hands to yourself." Daniel ordered her.
"Oh, they wouldn't even notice." She dismissed him.
"Vala, if they catch you stealing anything, I will personally space you." Daniel threatened.
Before Vala could retort, the airlock opened, and SG-1 stepped though.
And into Star Trek.
"Welcome to the Redemption." Straa said as the delegates stepped through the threshold. Comprised of two Lieutenant Colonels of the opposite gender, a man that had the look of too much loss, a large black man with a strange symbol on his forehead, and a smaller woman who seemed to bounce on the spot and reminded her of Maya. All were wearing military Kevlar vests with a lot of pockets. Each had patches with a symbol that looked like a triangle with a single, hollow circle.
Note to self: Never let those two meet. "If you would follow me, the Captain is waiting."
As they walked, Straa noticed that they were marveling at the ship, but not with amazement, but with disbelief.
Her ears twitched as she picked up whispered conversation between the two Colonels. "Why does the name Wedge Antilles sound familiar?"
"I don't know, but I know how you feel."
They stepped onto the turbolift. "Bridge." Straa ordered.
As the turbolift rose, Straa could get a feeling of giddiness from the male Colonel. The turbolift slowed and opened, revealing the bridge. She lead the group into the conference room.
"In here."
The other senior officers were in there already, as well as the captains of the Corona, Ventura, and D'daen. Straa lead the group to their seats and took her own.
"Hello. As you already know, I am Fleet Admiral Wedge Antilles and I command this fleet. This is Captain Tallasa Phoj, my first officer, Captain Brose Tyri, captain of the Black Corona, Commander G'tev, captain of the D'dean, and Captain Malcolm Reily, commander of the Ventura." The captain introduced the group, indicating the corresponding person.
The Colonel cleared his throat. "My name is Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Michell, this is Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Dr. Daniel Jackson and Vala Mal Doran, and we comprise SG-1."
"SG-1?" The Admiral asked.
"Sierra Golf-1." Sam answered. "It's our designation of our team."
"Well. Now, who the hell attacked us?" The Admiral said, being quite blunt.
"The Ori." Teal'c answered in a very neutral tone.
"They're a group of ascended beings who gain power by having people worship them. Anyone who doesn't is attacked or subjected until they either bow down or die." Daniel explained.
"Wait, you said ascended." Tyri said. "What do you mean?"
"Long ago, a race of highly advanced beings were dying out. Some simply died, others reached a state of peace and ascended to a higher plane of being, where they live as pure energy. While the race is long gone, there's still evidence of their creations, such as the Stargates; a smaller, about 6.7 meters-in-diameter version of the Supergate that you came out of."
"The Ori come from another galaxy, and have recently started a crusade to covert the entire galaxy to Origin. The Ori, in their religion, take the place of benevolent gods, who help their followers ascend when they die. They don't. The more worshipers of Origin, the more power the Ori get. That power is addictive to them, and they always want more. They don't help their followers ascend, because that would mean sharing their power."
"Recently," Sam took up the story. "We found a device that an Ancient, ascendeds before ascension, was building to counteract the Ori. It was a device that could kill ascended beings. We found it and sent it through the Supergate, which we think killed the Ori. However, that didn't stop the Ori crusade. Their followers are still spreading Origin, and killing any who won't follow."
The Admiral sat back, processing the information.
"There's something else." Captain Reily said. "You know about us, somewhat partially."
Cam sat back. "How did you know that?"
"I'm Betazoid. I can sorta read minds and emotions."
"Damn." Cam sighed. "Sam, give them the hard drive."
Sam opened one of her pockets and dug around for a second before pulling out a hard drive and sliding it across the table to the Admiral. He caught it and examined it.
"Thorin, have this analyzed and examined." He said, tossing it to the Andorian.
Cam sighed again. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as the doors opened, and Luke Webi walked in.
"What are you doing here?"
"I woke up. I convinced the Colonel to let me go across, so I... did..." Luke stopped as he caught sight of the various species at the table, then, as his eyes found the Admiral, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
"So it is true." Luke said, recovering. Then he smiled hugely.
Straa saw the Admiral's look of confusion. "Um, do I know you?"
"Webi, how about you stop staring and explain how we know them." Cam said.
"Oh, right." Luke said, shaking himself out of his revere and clearing his throat.
"On our planet, Earth, we have several science fiction shows, which is slightly ironic, considering the circumstances, but we have a show called Star Trek. The first preview was the series The Original series. We followed the voyages of the starship Enterprise, captained by James T. Kirk, and, had the registration of NCC-1701. If I'm right about this, and you're from the same universe, which you probably are, given your ship's design..." Luke paused, feeling the stares of the entire room on him.
"In our society, you're fiction."
Shock ripped across the room. "Thorin, get that hard drive looked into now." I ordered. The Andorian nodded and rushed out of the room.
Luke continued. "After three years, the show was canceled, but several movies were made, until a new TV show started. It was called The Next Generation, and it followed the original Enterprise's fourth successor, the Enterprise-D, a Galaxy-class starship. The first episode introduced Q, and the concept of Saucer separation."
I recalled reading reading reports on that event, during the accelerated training course that Starfleet put me through, before giving me the rank of Lieutenant Commander and putting me in command of the Skywalker-A.
"There were two spin-offs of that show, Deep Space Nine, and Voyager. DS9 was war story, showing the Dominion War, while Voyager made a trip across the Delta Quadrant to get home."
"Now, I know this sounds ludicrous, but the stuff on that hard drive should confirm it." Daniel said.
"I'm just wondering." Luke spoke up. "What year is it on your side?"
"2413."
"Oh, that's why I don't recognize your ships."
"Well." I said, composing myself. "Colonel Mitchell, you said you would like our help. How can we help you?"
"Well, you could start with humanitaran aid for all of the displaced refugees. Maybe help defend planets, or take the fight to the Ori."
"Alright, I think we could do that. I'll need to talk to my superiors first. I've also noticed that your FTL tech is faster than ours, so we'd appreciate it if you sent over the specs so we can keep up with you."
"I'll have Sam work with your chief engineer."
"That should wrap it up." I finished. "Captains, return to your ships. You may also return to your ship, SG-1."
Everyone stood to leave, as well as Luke Webi, but I stopped him. "I want to talk to you, Webi."
I waited for the others to leave before I faced him. "How do you know me?" I asked bluntly.
"You're Wedge Antilles!" Webi examined. "You're the man who survived both Death Star runs, commands the best X-wing squadron, and overall badass!"
I sighed. "I thought so."
Luke paused. "Wait, you know that Star Wars is fiction?"
"Yep." I turned back to him. "I come from the same universe, but I got sent from my galaxy to the Milky Way, and it appears that George Lucas came to my galaxy and recorded the events of the Rebellion."
"Oh, that is so cool!" At my look, he explained. "I am a total geek when it comes to Star Wars and Star Trek. I know both franchises inside and out, and I think that Rogue Squadron is awesome!"
Before I could accept the complement, Tallasa's voice rang out over the intercomm. "Captain, picket line reports subspace distortions and several ships."
"Those subspace distortions would be hyperspace windows." Luke explained.
I slapped my combadge. "On my way." I beckoned. "You're with me. I need someone that knows this universe."
Author's notes: Alright, second chapter. Now, my reasoning for the whole 'Star Trek-is-fiction' thing, is, there's just so many references to Star Trek that I couldn't ignore it. Luke Webi is kinda me in a sense, because I love the X-wing books, and I'm really into both sci-fi's.