Robotech: The Stargate Saga Omakes

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and universes that I am about to mangle around and mash together for my own demented author amusement – sadly all Robotech and Stargate characters and concepts remain the property of Harmony Gold and MGM respectively – I am merely borrowing them and make absolutely no profit from their use. As a result, please keep the legal attack dogs – also known as lawyers – firmly muzzled and on a leash as I have no money to give to anyone.

Authors Notes: This is the first of a series of omake/au short stories based in this fusion universe. I have put them here as they have no baring of influence on the main story but are here purely for fun. As such individual chapters will be much smaller than normal chapters.

The Lost Ship Part One

Sitting in the cockpit of Skull One, and honestly still not quite sure he belonged here though he did appreciate Rick's confidence in him, newly minted Captain Maximillian Sterling smiled softly as he continued his patrol of the debris field above Earth. This was always a challenging, but at the same time fun, part of the routine patrol as the orbiting debris from the Rain of Death orbit could be quite chaotic at times. Which was what made flying a patrol through it – on the lookout for malcontents, pirates, and unauthorised salvage operations which EBSIS especially was quite infamous for mining the field for tech – was always quite a challenging experience. Though at the increasing rate at which the debris field was being recycled, being taken aboard the factory satellite, and broken down most going into refilling the stations massive raw materials storage silos but some being remade into products and equipment needed on the planet below, it wouldn't be here for too much longer.

Max directed Skull One around the remains of a Zentraedi Cyclops towards the shattered, broken wreck of a Zentraedi command ship. The once powerful dreadnought lay broken into three pieces, surrounded by shattered and torn chunks of metal and the remains of thousands of battlepods. His sensors showed there was still a tiny amount of heat leaking out of the shattered wreck, mostly around the edges where the hull was broken sliced apart by the devastating power of robotech particle beams.

"Such a sad waste," he muttered to himself as he skirted around the wreck, conscious thanks to Miriya how many Zentraedi would have been on that ship when it was destroyed. How many would have died either in fire as the particle beams that tore the ship up ignited the atmosphere or froze and suffocated in space when the atmosphere over the rest of the ship was vented to space.

A bleep from Skull One's sensors caught his attention. "What in the world," he muttered a second before a brilliant flash of light momentarily blinded both him and his wingman, making them both cry out in pain and surprise, before their helmet visors and cockpit screens polarized to protect their vision. When he could see again, and after blinking away a flickering afterimage, what he saw made him blink in surprise.

A ship had appeared not far from the wreck. A ship that was not Zentraedi, Terran or even Asgardian. Its hull was a dark brownish-grey colour, and the hull structure was vaguely trimaran with two smaller hulls alongside a long central one. A large metal plate covered the aft half of the ship – including the two side hulls which looked like hangar pods of some kind – from above with an aircraft carrier style island tower off to the port side.

Confused and concerned he manipulated his controls, telling Skull One's computer to scan the vessel. The results came back immediately. The entire ship was surrounded by a fading aura of a radiation from that the sensors couldn't identify but it wasn't enough to block scans of the ship. There was virtually no power coming from the vessel and it was venting atmosphere from several breaches in the hull, all of which gave off a fossil energy signature consistent with some form of plasma weaponry, but he was detecting faint human life signs coming from it.

Knowing he needed to report this he activated his radio.

Ten minutes later Max, he and his wingman now joined by six more veritechs from Skull including one being piloted by his wife Miriya, cautiously approached the still drifting vessel. It had stopped venting atmosphere by this point though its power emissions were still virtually zero and were clearly coming from auxiliary power banks. It was also now tumbling slightly from inertia imparted by the previous atmospheric venting. Command wanted him to get a closer look before they decided what to do with this newcomer.

The closer he got to the seeming derelict the more he realized that wherever this thing had come from she had been through hell. The hull – which sensors confirmed to be made of a titanium-trinium alloy – was covered with pits and scorch marks from where weapons fire had partially penetrated the vessels shields – if it had them – to damage the hull. A number of ball like defensive weapons turrets were wrecked, all showing the signs of damage from plasma attack, reduced to shattered half molten lumps.

"Whoever these guys are they've been through one hell of a scrap," he muttered to himself as he drew close enough to make out a name plate on the port bow of the vessel. Somewhat to his surprise he could read it and it said USAF Daedalus. Huh when did the US Air Force build spaceships, he thought knowing only one organisation had ever used the abbreviation and it was an organisation that – like all US armed forces and indeed like the United States itself – ceased to exist in two thousand and five when America joined the United Earth Government and turned all her forces over to UEDF control.

Coming up over the blunt prow of the vessel he switched to guardian mode, much better for a close-range slow fly-by than staying in fighter mode and began sweeping along the upper hull. Noting immediately the launch doors of a vertical launch missile system – sixteen of them in total – passing beneath him. Almost all of them were closed and sealed though one or two were open and looked to have been fired. As he travelled, he saw even more evidence of the fight this thing had to have been in. He could see through some holes in the hull into the decks below, some of which still seemed to have power but no atmosphere.

Ahead of him he saw, projecting out from under the heavy plate a raised level that from its positioning he guessed might be the command bridge. Coasting to a stop he looked in through the large front viewport to see three people on the bridge, none of them awake and with the bridge around them quite a mess with sparks periodically spitting from junction panels and steam leaking from a heating line.

"Skull Leader to base," he said into his comm, the words Skull Leader in reference to himself still sounding foreign in his ears.

"This is base what have you found Skull Leader," came a voice from the factory satellite.

"Base I can confirm that there are people aboard the derelict," he reported, "I'm looking into the bridge, and I can see three humans, two males and one female, unconscious around the controls. Recommend we get search and rescue as well as recovery teams out here. Also be advised that I have identified the vessel as a USAF Daedalus."

"Understood Skull Leader, we will scramble them immediately. Continue your survey of the Daedalus and report any additional details."

"Roger that base will do."

Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard groaned as consciousness returned. Slowly he opened his eyes to find himself slumped in the command chair on the bridge of the version of the Daedalus that had appeared so suddenly over Atlantis several months ago. A ship that he, his team, and a few dozen others from Atlantis had been stuck on ever since as it jumped from reality to reality despite Rodney's best attempts to get the ship to go in reverse back to where they came from.

It had gotten so bad that in the end Rodney and the others had focused on fixing other systems like the hyperdrive and sublight engines. They had even managed to get the dimensional drive to shut down allowing them to fly towards whichever version of Earth was in this reality in the hopes that having more minds to look at the problem would help them solve it.

Getting his wits back he looked around the bridge to see Teyla and Ronon were just sitting up themselves. "Are you alright," he asked them.

"Yes," Teyla replied shaking her head to clear some residual disorientation.

"I'm okay as well," Ronon added. "What happened the last thing I remember we were under attack."

John grimaced slightly at that. They had arrived at Earth so full of hope that they might get some help to solve their predicament only to find that the planet had been under massive attack from the Goa'uld System Lords. Goa'uld who had immediately started firing on them and while there Asgard plasma beam weapons had quickly sent two Ha'tak to their doom the volume of plasma fire had simply been too great for their patched together systems.

The hyperdrive had been the first to go followed by shields, weapons and sublights. With no other option, other than letting the Goa'uld board them, he had ordered Rodney to reconnect the dimensional drive and activate it. He quickly reminded Ronon of that fact which also prompted him to tap the comm on the arm of the chair.

"Rodney you okay down there," he asked.

"Aside from a headache the size of Atlantis I'm fine," Rodney replied immediately, "oh shit, damn, blast…"

"Rodney," John snapped as Rodney started on his impressive litany of curses, some of which were in Czech – learned from Radek – Russian and if he wasn't mistaken Goa'uld. "What's happened?"

"We got a problem John. The alternate reality drive it's…"

"What?"

"It's completely fused into uselessness. This is bad. We haven't got main power either. The main naquada reactor has scrammed – again."

"Can you fix it?"

"I'll have to find what's wrong with the damned thing this time first. The emergency banks should last us until then. I'll call you when I have something, McKay out."

As McKay signed off Teyla's console gave a warning bleep. Teyla checked it and grimaced. "John we've got another problem," she said. "Some shuttles of unknown design have just locked onto all intact port and starboard docking ports."

"So, we're being boarded," Ronon asked.

"Yes."

Author Note: Well, there's the first of my little omake AU's. To provide a little bit of background information this is based on a slightly alternate take on the season five episode The Daedalus Variations in that a slightly larger contingent of people came up from Atlantis to the alternate Daedalus and not just Sheppard's team. They all got trapped on the ship when it began jumping through realities and Rodney couldn't simply put the drive into reverse, though he managed to initially slow down the jumps to let them gather needed supplies and do repairs to the ship even if it meant doing a hell of a lot of jury-rigging to make systems work. Eventually he was able to take the drive completely offline and as stated they headed to Earth to get some help in dealing with their predicament only to have to put the drive back on due to Earth in that reality being bombed into oblivion by the Goa'uld – it was the AU timeline seen in Continuum – who soon started shooting at them as well. There only chance to escape being blown to bits by a wall of plasma was the drive however they were hit as they jumped so the drive overloaded and burned out.