So I had one of the most interesting of ideas.
So I was doing some mulling around here and found a Familiar of Zero and Halo crossover and thought it was pretty decent. So then I asked myself, "why don't I do something like that?" After doing some thinking and concluded that I should try something similar but by using the Stargate property. Then I had to get started thinking about which point that I would want this to take place in as I do want to use either Daedalus or Odyssey (or another Daedalus-class battlecruiser) in some capacity as they are two of my favorite ships in sci-fi. Of course, as this is a fanfiction story I do have to retcon some things in.
The first of these retcons being how I'm going to get Saito Hiraga on one of these ships in the first place. In this instance making him a second generation American makes the most sense, i.e. his parents emigrated to the US and he's the first in their family to be a natural born American. He enlists at the age of eighteen and becomes a very highly skilled fighter pilot in the Air Force, gaining the attention of the SGC which gets him a place in a 302.
The second is that I am going to make Louise older as well, but not by much. The reasoning for this is so that there isn't a 4+ year gap between Saito and canon Louise. So, instead of her being in a magic high school, she will be entering a magic college where the entrance exam is to summon a familiar. Many of her classmates from high school are attending this college and know her history for being a "Zero" when it comes to her magic aptitude. This brings both the summoning ritual, Louise being a "Zero", and her still being in school learning magic.
Now I am aware some of these things are unrealistic, but these are retcons and I am suspending some suspicions of disbelief in this story. So just run with it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my laptop. The Stargate franchise belongs to MGM and NBC Universal and The Familiar of Zero belongs to Media Factory, Noboru Yamaguchi, and Sentai Filmworks. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
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"Talking."
'Thinking.'
"Over radios or communications equipment."
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"[Translated speech.]"
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"His fight record is very impressive, especially for someone so young," Landry commented as he looked through the flight record.
"It is, general. But I'm not convinced about him. He has no combat experience," the other man at the table replied.
"You do have the admit that he is talented though. The Phoenix and Rogue squadron could use his skills, Colonel."
"You aren't wrong, sir," the Colonel admitted.
"Plus, we've seen a lot of impressive officers coming out of the academy."
The colonel took a moment to evaluate his options. A few minutes later he had made his decision. "Very well, we'll hold a practice live combat exercise to see his combat skills."
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Cheyanne Mountain Complex, Conference Room.
Second Lieutenant Saito Hiraga sat at a table in a conference room in the fabled Cheyanne Mountain Complex. It was fabled for a reason in rumors spread throughout the Air Force. There were those that said that some real secretive black ops things happened in here. Most knew it as the place where NORAD monitored the defensive missile grid that was originally erected during the Cold War. Saito was knocked out of his thoughts as the door on the opposite side of him opened. He saw the multiple stars on the shoulders of two men and instantly stood up and stood at attention.
"At ease, Lieutenant," the older of the two said. Saito managed to see the nametag 'Landry' on one of the men's uniforms. Saito got the vibe of a mostly happy man who, for the most part, loved his job but was stern when he needed to be. The other had the nametag 'O'Neill' and he had salt and pepper crew cut hair wearing a relaxed version of his counterpart's uniform; he seemed to be the relaxed kind of person that could still kick his ass even in his upper forties or fifties.
"Have a seat, kick back, relax," O'Neill said.
"Am I in trouble, sirs?" Saito asked.
O'Neill turned to Landry, "This is why I hate formality. Why can't I just be called Jack?"
"Because you're a commanding officer, Jack," Landry replied.
"See? That wasn't so hard," Jack stated.
"That's because we are colleagues," replied Landry, to which Jack rolled his eyes. "Digression aside, the reason we called you here is to offer you a very lucrative job offer."
"Full medical benefits, dental, vision, the whole nine yards. It also includes a substantial pay increase," Jack added.
"Sir," Saito asked, "may I ask what this job entails?"
"You're quite the flier, that's for certain," O'Neill commented. "I haven't seen anyone with your kind of piloting skills in a while, which brought you to our attention."
"You would still be flying for us, but under a special command strike force," Landry added. "People with your kind of flying skills are needed, and we have a great offer for you."
"Sirs, how come it feels like you're holding out on me?" Saito asked.
"See," O'Neill remarked, "I told you he was a sharp kid!" He then turned to Saito, "Here's the deal, kid. This whole base is the epicenter of something big, but here's the catch: we can't tell you. Unless you sign this, that is." He then pushed forward a very large stack of papers with a pen sitting on top. "That there is your standard NDA. Sign it and we'll tell you more about this job offer, decline and we'll let you go on your way. But remember this, you won't know what we're doing," O'Neill chided in a 'come on and see what we've got' kind of way. Landry sort of gave him a raised eyebrow, showing nonverbally that he didn't entirely agree with what O'Neill was doing.
"What if I sign this and don't like what you're offering?" Saito asked carefully.
"Then you'll be free to leave but you will not be able to speak about anything we say after presenting any information after signing the NDA," Landry replied.
Saito considered his options carefully. He had an offer lined up right in front of him. Said offer came with retirement options, health care benefits, dental, and optical. But the last one sort of worried him: a higher than the normal rate for hazard pay. That made him raise an eyebrow but the look that he got from the two generals told him that his question on that specific point in his contract would be answered after he signed. He started clicking the pen he had been given, a nervous thinking habit he had picked up years ago, as he thought. Both generals shared a glance as they too noticed it. Jack was going to reach forward and take the pen but Saito stopped and signed and marked the date on the dotted line.
O'Neill then took the papers and shifted them into a pile before sliding them into a manila folder with an emblem on it that Saito had never seen before. "Welcome to the club, Lieutenant," O'Neill said as he pressed a button on a remote which caused a blast shield to lower behind Saito. He looked out to see a ring of some kind with seven visible chevrons on it. "That there is the Stargate."
"Stargate?" Saito asked in confusion.
"It's a device which creates a wormhole between another device like it hundreds if not thousands of light-years away. Walking through the event horizon allows a traveler to borderline instantly travel from one gate to another," Landry added. Saito listened on but he couldn't quite believe what both of these commanding officers were saying. "This gate is part of a network of gates throughout the galaxy for hundreds of thousands if not millions of years created by an ancient race called the Ancients." Saito couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Aliens," Saito deadpanned. "You're talking about aliens."
"Yes, and no," O'Neill admitted. "It's kind of complicated."
"Complicated?"
"There's some aliens out there, some friendly and some not, and a lot of humans."
"I'm sorry, humans? Now you're just yanking my chain."
"Thousands of years ago, around the time of the building of the pyramids, humans were used as slave labor by a race of parasitic snake-like creatures called the Goa'uld. After a successful rebellion they were driven away, but not before millions of humans were taken with them; hence human life being present in the galaxy," Landry replied.
"With all due respect, sirs, I don't believe you."
O'Neill looked exasperated and raised a hand for some unseen being above, or someone in another room looking on with a camera. "See? They never believe us," O'Neill said to Landry. Almost if there was some sort of cue, alarms started to ring throughout the highly secure bunker. Lights flashed and it sounded like boots were racing towards the room that the ring was sitting inside of.
"Unscheduled off-world activation!" came a man's voice over the speakers.
Both generals let the young man stand up and walk over to the window. Saito watched as the ring lit up one chevron at a time until seven were all lit up. There was a moment where there was an odd silence right before what looked like a "hydro pump" from Pokémon that flew out of the ring and stopped a good ten meters out before it folded in on itself to form a pool of water that stood vertically. A moment later four soldiers dressed in olive drab carrying P90 submachine guns. "Oh look, SG-5 is back," O'Neill commented.
The four soldiers walked below the window and out of sight and the gate deactivated, the 'water' that had been there disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. "Nope, that didn't happen. It was all one illusionist show," Saito tried to rationalize.
O'Neill sighed and placed a hand on Saito's shoulder and pulled out a radio. "Odyssey, two for transport," he commanded. There was a musical tone right before there was a white flash. When Saito blinked he was looking out a window, but instead a room with a ring… gate… thing, the entire world was in front of him. He could even see the ISS floating off to the side. "Welcome to space, kid."
All Saito could do was sputter confused word-vomit.
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Phoenix, Daedalus-class battlecruiser. Earth orbit.
Saito sat in front of a laptop that sat in the pilots' barracks and started to record a video message to his parents. "Hi mom, hi dad," he said in Japanese, which he only spoke in private with his parents or when he either visited or was visiting his grandparents. "I'm pretty sure you aren't too pleased with me as of late, especially considering that I turned down the scholarship from Yale to study to be a lawyer to join the Air Force as a pilot. But I love flying, you both know this. I can really see a career for me being a pilot, being a part of something bigger. Now, I can't tell you where I am right now due to reasons I can't discuss; but the people I'm with are good people. I love you guys and mom? When I get home you can scold me in person," he joked. "You can write emails to me and I'll respond as soon as I'm able to. I love you guys." Saito then ended the video recording and sent it through his 'company' email address.
He sat back in the chair and relaxed as he heard. "Attention all crew, prepare for the hyperspace jump," a woman said over the intercom.
Saito heard the engines start to purr slightly and walked towards one of the windows that showed the front of the ship. A blue-white cloud appeared and the Phoenix sped towards it at incredible speeds. Once inside Saito saw the blue tunnel with stars racing past him and thought it was downright beautiful.
Seeing as he had several hours before they would arrive at their destination, P3X… something or another, he decided to head down to the hangar where his newly assigned F-302 was so he could inspect it.
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Tristain Academy of Magic, morning.
The name 'Tristain Academy of Magic' was sort of misleading to anyone looking at the name at face value. It wasn't exactly an academy, but more of a college of magic for respectable noble families. Sure, there were others that were for young children and teens, but this school was for those that wanted to go beyond what they learned in school and become true masters of magic. In the courtyard, the entire first-year student body was gathered for their first test: summoning a familiar, a creature of magical origins that would symbiotically link themselves with their master in which both would benefit from. For the creature, this meant a home, a solid food source, and being able to hear the thoughts and desires of their master. For the mage this meant having a friend and confidant (even of the words weren't entirely understood), being able to access the elemental magicks that they naturally have, and being able to communicate with them without speaking. If the students managed to summon a familiar of any kind they would be accepted into the school, however, if they didn't they would be expelled and they would return to their families in one kind of shame or another. This was a test to weed out any individual who managed to slip their application through that didn't belong there, like a commoner with high (and delusional) aspirations.
Among these new students was Louise Francoise Le Blanc de La Valliere, otherwise known as Louise or the 'Zero.' Why the Zero? Well, she had gotten the nickname back in her previous school where she had no talent in magic. It wasn't like she didn't have magic; no, she had plenty of it as her go-to spell was an explosion. However, she wasn't able to perform any magic outside of an explosion. The only reason she was even here was because her father pulled a few strings he had with the headmaster to have her application approved. However, her father's reach only went so far as the aforementioned test would flunk her out. This test was her final chance, and straw.
"Congratulations everyone on getting accepted into our prestigious academy of magic," Colbert said as he addressed the group of students in front of him. "As you all may know today is the first test in your academic career in becoming masters of magic. However, this also may be the last test for you if you fail. Though, after seeing many of your applications this shouldn't be a problem for you." In the group, a few that knew Louise snickered at her directly. Your test will be the summoning ritual with which you will summon a familiar with whom you will spend your lives as nobles."
Kirche leaned over and whispered just loudly enough for those very close to hear, "I can't wait to see what familiar you'll summon."
"Shut up," Louise muttered back.
One by one each student summoned a familiar, some cute and some just plain creepy. The womanizer Guiche went and summoned a mole. Eventually, it came time for Louise to take her turn. She intentionally kept placing herself further back in line to stall for time, if anything to avoid humiliation.
"Now, was that everyone?" Colbert asked the students.
Kirche spoke up quite loudly, "No, we still have Miss Valliere to go."
The only thought that passed through Louise's mind was, 'That bitch!' Being called out though, she had to make her way towards the center of the group where Colbert was waiting for her. Unlike her peers who looked on at her with looks of some kind of twisted amusement, Colbert looked sympathetic to her plight. She heard their grumblings about her being a Zero. About all, she was able to do was cause explosions.
"After all that boasting, you'll summon something more amazing than this little guy, right Louise?" Kirche flaunted her familiar who preened in the praise in being called amazing.
"Of course!" Louise replied shakily. She pointed her wand towards the empty space in front of her. "My servant, that exists somewhere in this universe!" The student body guffawed at that incantation. "My divine, beautiful, and powerful familiar! I wish and assert from the bottom of my heart… answer my guidance!" As she flicked her wand down there was, for a moment, not a single sound or explosion. Then an explosion was cast somehow not surprising anyone around her. When the smoke cleared there was what looked like a green portal floating in front of Louise.
The entire student body had the same question on their mind: "What is that?" the all said aloud and in unison.
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Meanwhile… Phoenix, 302 bay. Hyperspace.
Saito sat in the cockpit while reading the entire operator's manual written by both Colonel Samantha Carter and Colonel John Sheppard. The technical, scientific aspects were described by Colonel Carter and the more flight-related subjects were written by firsthand experience gained by pilots like Colonel Sheppard. He had read the manual before, but this was more of a refresher course. According to what the flight leader of Rogue squadron (his squadron) told them, they would be conducting flight exercises when they arrived at their destination.
He had just finished reading about how the inertial dampener worked when he felt a static charge in the air. He set down the manual below the seat and peaked over the viewport to see a green portal no taller than a man's height. He hopped out of the cockpit and stepped off the wing to land on the floor. He approached the green portal slowly and carefully but stopped far enough away to faintly hear someone calling his name, and it was coming from the green circle… portal… thing. He shook his head and walked towards the phone on the wall near the door leading back into the center of the ship.
He tapped the number for the bridge into the interface and waited for someone to pick up. "Bridge," a man replied.
"Tell the Colonel or whoever that there's a green portal just sitting here in the port 302 bay," Saito reported. "It appeared out of nowhere and it's kind of creeping me out if I'm being honest."
In the background, he could hear someone shout, "Sir, we've found the spatial anomaly."
"Where?" the Colonel asked.
"The port 302 bay."
"Send a team down to investigate it."
"Aye, sir."
"Second Lieutenant Hiraga, correct?" the colonel asked Saito.
Saito was shocked at the fact that the colonel knew who he was, more or less knew who was calling. "I am, but how did you know-?" he asked in return.
"Your subcutaneous transmitter is the only one in the port 302 hangar bay," the colonel explained. "I need you to listen very closely, lieutenant, as you're new to these things. Do not touch or approach that anomaly as we don't know where it originated from, what it does, or what it is. Wait for the science team to arrive and report any changes in the anomaly to them."
"It sort of looks like a portal, sir," Saito added. "Like the Stargate but man-sized."
"Your input is appreciated and your orders are what I said: keep your distance from the anomaly," the colonel replied before the line went dead.
Saito walked over to his assigned fighter and sat on the wing as he waited for the science team the colonel spoke about to arrive. It's not like his weight would damage the fighter after all the missiles that would be attached to the wings weighed over a thousand pounds. A few minutes later a four people walked into the hangar carrying equipment that Saito couldn't specify. Although, he could tell that one was carrying a laptop. They started taking out various tools and started to scan it all without touching it.
As they did their work Saito could hear something in the back of his mind calling him in the direction of the portal thing. Before he could realize what he was doing, he was approaching it and a few steps later he was standing right in front of it. He reached out towards the portal and heard muffled yells, but it was too late. His hand contacted the surface of the portal and he was pulled forward into the portal. The crew members that had been sent down grabbed onto Saito's arm and pulled in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile on the bridge alarms and sparks were going off throughout the bridge as turbulence caused the ship to shake. Those that looked outside saw the blue tunnel of hyperspace distorting and the color flickering between blue and green.
"What's going on!?" the colonel shouted.
More sparks erupted from one of the bulkheads as it felt like the ship was drifting. "We're being pulled off course!" a navigator replied.
"Sir! The reactor is going critical!" an engineer shouted from his console.
"Drop us out of hyperspace, now!" the colonel commanded. A hyperspace window opened in front of them and the ship emerged from hyperspace in orbit around a planet that was roughly the size of Earth but had two moons. The entire crew flew forward between a few inches to a few feet; those that had braced themselves were fine as they jolted forward slightly. However, for one specific crew member, the hands that held him from flying into the portal released him and he flew into the portal completely. Said portal disappeared as he fell through. "Status!" he shouted.
An engineer started looking over the logs that her console was giving her. "Hyperdrive is down. Sublight engines are rebooting. Transporter systems are online. Life support is nominal. No injuries have been reported," she reported.
"Sir! Lieutenant Hiraga fell through the anomaly!" a crew member reported.
"His transmitter's signal is coming from the planet!" another reported a moment later.
"What do we know about the planet?" the colonel asked.
Another crew member tapped away at a computer console. "It's got a breathable atmosphere, liquid water, and multiple land masses," he replied.
The colonel ordered, "Triangulate his transmitter's location and scramble a recovery team via transporter."
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Tristain Academy of Magic, a few minutes earlier.
Saito's ears were ringing from being pulled through the portal-thing which caused him to hit his head upon impact. "Un humain?" a girl asked.
"Il est habillé comme un roturier," a boy added an observation.
"Ouais. Un paysan, sans aucun doute," another added.
Saito winced in pain as he opened his eyes to bright sunlight. "Jesus, I hit my head hard," Saito commented as he rubbed the back of his head, to which he got a small pang of soreness. "That's going to leave a mark," he muttered. He sat up and blinked a few times to get the sunspots out of his eyes. When the black spots cleared Saito saw that he was surrounded by older teens, and one balding adult, all wearing what looked like school uniforms with a cloak clasped with a five-pointed, gold star amulet covering it. Keeping a completely straight face he raised a single hand in a greeting gesture and said, "Uh… hi?"
The pink haired girl in front of him looked to be quite perturbed with a grimace on her face that spoke hundreds of words. One of which Saito could guess was disappointment. "C'est divin, beau et puissant?" the pink haired girl mumbled.
One of the things that Saito noticed was that he recognized some of the words, but not all of them. Change that, it was more like two, but you would get the point. It sounded like a Latin based language, 'One of the few times I can actually thank my parents for forcing me to take that God forsaken class,' Saito thought. 'French, maybe?' He didn't know many French people at all, but they seemed to have the stereotypical accents that one would think of when thinking of a French person.
"Qui es-tu?" she asked.
'Ok, I recognized "tu", which is the same in Spanish and Latin as "you", "i.e. et tu Brute?", but what is she asking about me?' Saito thought with a raised eyebrow.
"Vous ne reconnaissez pas notre langue? D'où viens-tu, paysan?" she asked, the last word definitely sounding condescending.
'Ok, that last word sounded like an insult. But I recognized "vous" confirming they were speaking French, or at least a variant of it, thank you Le Mis.' Racking his brain for the words, even though they would be excessively rough as he only knew a few keywords. It was like going to Mexico and only knowing 'soy Americano,' or 'I am an American.' 'It's worth a shot to at least introduce myself,' he thought. He then spoke, "Je suis Second Lieutenant Saito Hiraga du United States Air Force." He was shocked to see their expressions at the word 'Lieutenant', meaning the word did exist either completely or mostly untranslated, although they did not seem to know what the USAF was.
This seemed to get everyone in an uproar, mostly at the prodding of a large chested, dark-skinned woman who was dressed like the others around him. 'These are all uniforms of some kind,' he remarked. 'A school? But what kind of one?' There seemed to be insults thrown around due to the way they were said towards the girl, first starting from the boobed girl and then immediately followed by the people around her. Something that was emphasized further when they all started to laugh at her.
"Tais-toi!" she yelled at the group. "Monsieur Colbert, puis-je essayer d'appeler à nouveau?" she asked the balding man.
"Je ne peux pas le permettre" he replied.
"Pourquoi pas?"
Quite adamantly baldy, as Saito decided to call him for the time being, he replied, "Ce rituel est sacré qui décide de la vie entière du mage. Essayant une seconde fois des blasphèmes contre le rituel lui-même! Que vous l'aimiez ou non, cet homme a été choisi comme familier."
"Ok, I only understood like ten words there," Saito commented at a much lower volume than the two currently shouting at each other. "This has to be what Doc. Jackson told me about the rest of the galaxy having its quirks in civilizations like this."
"Mais je n'ai jamais entendu parler d'un paysan comme un familier!" the pinkette exclaimed, to which the crowd erupted in laughter.
"Je n'accepterai aucune exception, paysan ou non," baldie declared. "Continuez avec le ritual."
"Avec ça?" she asked despairingly as she poked her -wand?- in Saito's forehead.
'Girl or not, keep poking me like that and you're getting cunt punted,' Saito thought in annoyance as his patience was reaching a breaking point; plus, and it wasn't like this probable concussion wasn't helping any.
"Dépêchez-vous, ou vous serez expulsé!" baldie replied.
"Don't you sound like a big ol' ball of sunshine?" Saito commented as he stood up. He looked to pinkie and saw that she was closely approaching him. "Can I help you?" he asked her.
"Soyez reconnaissant pour cela. Normalement, un noble ne le ferait jamais avec un paysan," she replied.
"Ok, again with the insult. I don't understand you and yet I can still tell that's an insult," Saito replied. She then pushed him down so he landed on his rear, "Ok, what the hell?"
She then flicked her wand towards the sky and chanted, "Je m'appelle Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Le Pentagone qui règle les cinq pouvoirs, bénisse cet individu et le rendez-vous familier!" She then straddled him to keep him in place and placed a hand behind his head and leaned in with her lips puckered.
"What are you doing?" Saito asked as he slightly struggled, unsure what in the name of God, or insert name of deity here, was going on.
"Allons, reste tranquille!" she chided in a lower volume. She then closed the distance and kissed him on the lips for a few solid seconds.
"Ok…? What the hell was that?" Saito asked as pinkie got off of him.
"Il semble que le contrat du serviteur soit terminé pacifiquement," baldie commented as he approached them.
Saito then whistled without using his fingers to get their attention as his patience finally broke, "Hello? Still can't understand what the fuck you're saying!" He then felt something start to roll over him. Heat to be specific. It felt like that time when he had gone with his parents to Death Valley as part of a sightseeing vacation they did years ago. It didn't take him long to put two and two together to figure out that what the pink haired young woman said combined with the kiss she gave him was causing this, it was simple logic after all. "What the hell did you do to me?" he demanded.
It didn't seem like a language barrier restricted her answer as it seemed like she had anticipated this question. "Il finira bientôt. C'est juste la rune de l'être familier brûlé sur vous," she replied borderline emotionlessly.
Saito only had a few seconds to process what she had just said, albeit to very limited effect as he only caught the words 'rune' and 'familiar' quite clearly, right before his left hand started to burn with what felt like a hot iron being stamped on his skin. The pain was unbearable before he passed out. As he did he could have sworn he heard the sound of musical tones like the ones he had heard back on Earth followed by the charging of rifle bolts. But what happened afterward he didn't hear as he passed into the black sweetness of unconsciousness.
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Sargent Avery Johnson was a man of honor and action. He had served with the Marines faithfully for years before being contacted and assigned to Stargate Command as a ship's Marine compliment. 'It seems as though the fly boys don't quite have everything under their belts,' he mused as he loaded his P90's magazine. "Alright, listen up!" he shouted in the small area of where the old Ring room used to be before it was phased out. "We're off course and we don't know what planet is below us other than it has a breathable atmosphere. Now one of their flyboys has been sucked through some kind of portal and is now down on the surface. Our job is to get him and bring him home. Even if he's not a Marine, no one gets left behind!"
"Sir, what our rules of engagement?" Corporal Jennifer Livingston, their resident 'away team' linguist and tech expert, asked.
"Use of force is authorized, but the use of deadly force is to only be used if they attack us first. Extraction is via transporter. Are we clear?"
"Sir, yes sir!" the other four members of the group shouted in unison.
Johnson then pushed the talk button on his radio, "Colonel, we're ready to rock and roll."
"Copy that, Phoenix-1. We've got a lock on his transmitter. Good luck and godspeed," the colonel replied.
For the five-person squad, they heard the familiar tones of music and the flash of light. The next thing they knew after the flash disappeared they were in the courtyard of some sort of castle surrounded by uniformed teens and a bald older man holding a staff. Johnson looked down and saw that the Lieutenant was on the ground writhing in pain. Johnson immediately raised his P90 and aimed it in no general direction and charged the first round into the chamber. Seeing what Johnson saw, the rest of the team immediately did the same, getting screams from the rest of the people around them.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Johnson asked in his booming voice that carried across the entire courtyard with little resistance.
"Éloignez-vous de mon familier!" a pink haired girl yelled.
"What the hell did she say?" Johnson asked Livingston.
Jennifer had to pause for a moment before she mentally translated the words. "She said, and I quote, 'step away from my familiar!' very demandingly," she replied. "They're speaking French. It's a slight derivative than what I'm used to, but I can translate if needed."
"Do it," Johnson ordered.
"[Who are you?]" the bald headed man asked.
"[I am Corporal Jennifer Livingston of the United States Marine Corps and will be acting as a communication intermediary between us and my commanding officer,]" she replied. "[Now, if you can return the same courtesy?]"
"[I am Professor Colbert here at the Tristain Academy of Magic.]"
Johnson laughed when he heard that, well the magic part of it. Everyone involved with the SGC experienced the strangest of things, but it was never magic. "[What's going on here? Why is our pilot here and why is he passed out in pain?]"
"[This is a yearly tradition that all entry level students take where they summon a familiar, lest they be expelled.]"
While Livingston had an idea what a familiar was, she decided to press the question to confirm it further. "[And what is a familiar, in your interpretation that is?]"
"[They're creatures summoned to do our bidding as well as to be our lifelong companions through the use of a magical contract.]"
"[And Lieutenant Hiraga is now one of the familiars?]" Livingston asked carefully.
"[Yes, of Miss Vallière; although, it was unheard of for anyone to summon another human before. This is the first known instance of this.]"
When she told Johnson, he was livid. "This is unacceptable!" he declared.
"[Is there any way to break this contract?]" Livingston asked.
Colbert shook his head as a negative, "[Unfortunately, it cannot be done. The bond, runes, and contract are for both the lives of the familiar and the mage who initiated the contract.]"
After she relayed the translation to Johnson he sighed, "This is going to cause a lot of headaches for both the colonel and the generals back home."
Livingston looked down and saw what looked like a tattoo or a brand on Saito's left hand. "This is odd," she remarked. "It looks like old Nordic writing. Similar to what the Asgard used."
"We should get him back to the Phoenix," the team medic commented. "He needs a full examination by the doctor; we have no idea what this 'ritual' has done to him physically."
Johnson thought of something. He remembered old tales of old magicians and thought of something. "Livingston, I want to ask the following question," he ordered.
"[Will there be any adverse effects from them being far apart?]" Livingston conveyed.
Colbert seemed to pause for a moment. "[It's not good for the familiar and mage to be far apart as it will start to take a negative toll on them,]" Colbert replied.
Livingston shared the reply and asked, "[Would the mage who initiated the contract be willing to come with us? There would be stipulations but they would be returned as they were.]"
Colbert turned to the pink one, a hair color that raised a few eyebrows when they first arrived. "[Miss Vallière? You share responsibility for Mr. Hiraga being in this situation.]" She seemed to not to take it seriously. Plus, these people were able to appear out of nowhere and held weapons that definitely didn't look like the guns used by some of the elite musketeers in the way that they only had one shot. Colbert could see the bullets in the orange, transparent casing which he used his higher learning and logic to determine that somehow these guns could fire much more than one bullet before being reloaded; and he didn't want to anger these people as he was the only mage rated for combat in the area, well outside of the Headmaster who's a grandmaster. "[If you don't you'll fail the test and you'll be expelled.]"
That seemed to really get her attention. "[Then I will willingly go with them to look after my familiar,]" she said with somewhat forced gusto.
She walked over to the five soldiers and Johnson held out his hand and Livingston clarified, "[Please hand over any weapons or objects that can be used as weapons. They will be returned to you once you have been returned.]"
Louise looked to Colbert but he gave her a look that said 'comply with them.' Shakily she handed over her wand to Johnson who put it inside of the pockets on his combat vest. He then reached up on his shoulder and pressed the talk button on his radio and said, "Phoenix, seven for transport."
"Copy, stand by," came the female operator's voice on the other side. Everyone heard the sound of musical tones and the seven people were surrounded by white vertical lights and disappeared, shocking the students and professor once again. Colbert quickly ran towards the Headmaster's office to report what had just happened.
Meanwhile, up in space, the group appeared in another flash of light in the same ring room as before. "Take those two to the medbay," Johnson ordered. "I've got to go talk to the Colonel. Livingston, tag along as a translator for her."
A pair of medics walked through the corridors carrying a stretcher and loaded Saito up on it before leading the way to the infirmary. Livingston looked to Louise and said, "[This way.]"
"[Where are we going?]" Louise asked.
"[Some place to really push the severity of who we are as I can tell you have a bit of a complex,]" she replied. They walked to a large window which looked out over the bow of the Phoenix. Louise's eyes widened as she saw the world below them filling the window while a large metal structure lay looming over it, that being the Phoenix. "[Congratulations, you are the first of your world to enter outer space.]"
"[By Brimir…]" she said in both fear and wonder.
To be continued…?
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And there we go, that's the end of this one. So like I said before this was an idea spawned from a Halo/Familiar of Zero crossover I saw a while back called "Zero to Infinity" by McCree114 (id: 10450899) and thought this was a unique way to do this story. I do highly recommend checking it out for yourself as well.
Before you ask, two things: 1) Obviously as this is NOT a Halo crossover I am just using our good pal Sgt. Johnson's name as an extra character name. 2) All of the spoken dialogue done by our Tristain students and teacher were all pretty much the same as it was in the show so I don't think I really need translations done as if I need to pad out this pilot any more than it already is *rolls eyes*.
Some things I would like to explore in this pilot, should I wish to continue it further, is the eventual romantic dynamic between Saito and Louise given his much different background. Another thing is the whole SGC and FoZ-world being involved in now galactic affairs thanks to the SGC being on their planet. Brimir being possibly an Asgard who saved the people of this world from the Goa'uld.
And before I go, some closing remarks as I really don't have any numbered notes this time around is that all of the French in this chapter were provided by Google Translate so if any are mistakes in syntax or spelling, blame Google because all I did was take Episode 1's dialogue and threw it in Google Translate before copy and pasting it into my document.
Another thing, I have a Minds account under "PhillyCh3zSt3ak" where I plan to post things like OP-EDs and other opinion pieces ranging from thoughts about video games like the controversial, from multiple viewpoints, Mass Effect: Andromeda to political commentary (and regular commentary as well). You're welcome to join this new website which promotes free speech and follow me and I'll post something eventually.
This is all I have for you, so I'll see you next time in the next installment.