Mystery Solved


Disclaimer: The characters of Stargate Universe belong to MGM. The characters of the Four Orders are entirely my own.


AU/SGU/FO: A powerful being from another universe appears on the Destiny just as Eli's time had run out. Stranded on the ship he has to figure out how to go home and the best way is to help the crew of Destiny.


Season One – The New Guests

Chapter 1

The powerful ship Destiny cleaved through FTL with decreasing lights onboard. It has been two weeks since the crew went into stasis. Eli Wallace, the resident math, MIT dropout stayed behind as one the pods had malfunctioned. He had to repair it and join them in stasis before the grace period of two weeks elapses. That was how much power he had left for this endeavour.

Any more use of power would not allow the ship to complete the jump between the galaxies and it will drift the rest of the way and while this was not something that the ship has not done before it will not serve their purpose. They had to resort to these measures after a race of rather unpleasant AIs forced them to leave the current galaxy and seek shelter into the next but for that they had to go into stasis for 3 years. And Eli had 2 weeks to join them or die.

But time ran out and Eli had failed to fix the stasis pod. With a heavy heart he initiated the shutdown command of all life support onboard and all other drain of energy. Every ounce of it guaranteed his crewmates survival just not his own. He had an hour at best of breathable air and then he would suffocate and die.

The idea of dying was not a pleasant one. He quickly discovered how his body rebelled against this thought. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. And every beat said – I want to live. Every fibre of his being protested the rational decision his mind made. And the minutes became hours and the hours, days. Time seemed to have stopped.

He could feel every breath he took and he appreciated it even more. He could feel every part of his body, every hair, every drop of sweat. When death knocks on the door illumination inevitably follows and one quickly comes to realize how precious life really is. But this was not quick death where you can't make all these revelations. This was a slow death, no, a slow inflicted death.

Eli had accepted this responsibility and now he had to live with its consequences. He did not think it would be that difficult. He had imagined that once life support is out he would fall asleep and die the perfect death. But his body disagreed. It used every available moment to experience life, breathe, inhale, exhale, smell, cry and gently fart.

Eli took a look at the time. More than an hour had passed. In a small reflection of the Dr. Rush's stasis pod, he saw himself on the floor. He did not feel the fall. He took now small controlled breaths. But air was almost gone and time grew shorter. His vision blurred and the colours began fading. His eyes kept the battle alive for a moment or two before surrendering to the inevitable shutdown protocol.

His thoughts rushed and forces his eyes open one last time. His breath was shallow and mostly nonexistent. He inhaled the last of the available air and held it as much as he could. But it was a lost cause. He thought in that moment – this is it. I'm here now to stay forever. This is the last moment in this universe for Eli Wallace.

His thoughts quickly evaluated his life. Like people say, his life flashed before his eyes for one last time. His only regret was that he would never get the chance to tell his mother all he really wanted to tell her as he believed he would make it after the 3 years deadline. But the universe had other plans.

He believed he was smarter than Rush and that he would figure it out. He overestimates himself and he lost. He only knew that Rush would have never taken his life to save all the others. But at the very least he understood the man better now not that it mattered. His life was over. He awaited the next adventure if any.

His last attempt to breathe led to inhaling the absolute lack of air, nothingness in sufficient quantity. His eyes surrendered and darkness consumed everything. He knew his brain would last a bit more than the rest of his body and then goodbye Destiny, goodbye. All conscious thought died and Eli fell into coma, the last stop before death.

This was it...


Several corridors away the thick darkness suffered a brief illumination. A small vortex of purplish light had opened and a body dropped onto the hard corridor's floor. It remained still for several moments before jolting up as though strong electric current had suddenly struck the floor. It gasped for air but there was none to speak of. Destiny had drained all oxygen from its interior.

The body belonged to a man six feet six and dressed entirely in black with embroidered black red roses over the sleeves, the legs and the back. He gasped for air again but to no avail. He dropped on a knee.

His first thought rushed through his head with one very odd for the current situation question – where the f'ck am I? He felt the pressure produced by the lack of air and this prompted him to close his eyes and focus.

His body did not seek the air anymore. Instead his lips muttered something incoherently and suddenly his eyes opened. There was a whooshing sound and a current crossed his irises. He then suddenly stood up and took a deep breath. His body then relaxed by the inexplicable intake of air particles.

"Where the f'ck am I?" He repeated this time with a bit louder. There was obviously no answer to his question as there was no one to give it to him.

"How should I know?" The answer came though. The voice that made it was barely audible. It was more like a wind sighing than a real voice.

"It was a rhetorical question not one that demanded an answer." The tall man replied slightly annoyed.

"You could have fooled me."

"Which apparently I did," The snappy answer followed.

It seemed surreal as the tall man addressed the darkness in the corridor. There was no one else. One would think that the man was simply crazy. But a thorough look would have seen him looking at a shadow next to him.

The shadow itself seemed to be transparent or translucent. But it was more than that. It was a shape of a humanoid, approximately the same height as the man next to it.

"I can't see a thing."

"There is nothing to see." The man snapped at the man shape again. "It is just thick unpleasant darkness. Now if I could just get rid of that splitting headache that will be great."

The man shape moved down the corridor. "I see something."

"Define something!"

"I do not know it is blurry."

"Yeah, like the rest of my vision," The man said but moved in the man shape's direction. He experienced dizziness, nausea and a few other pleasant things though he did consider them rather normal after this unorthodox arrival at wherever they were.


The corridor led to an open space with several benches facing a splendid view. The man gingerly reached one of them and sat heavily down. His body also ached in all kinds of places. He growled and then murmured something again. His eyes closed and then opened, and the current crossed them again.

It seemed to do the trick. His vision became more focused and his body more relaxed. He instantly frowned at the sight before him. Standing up with some difficulty, he grabbed the metallic handrail.

"That doesn't look good." The man shape observed.

"I think it is pretty straight forward." The man disagreed shrugging off his initial frustration with the sight before them. "We are in FTL or some form of it and apparently on a ship or a space station or something."

"That sums it up but it doesn't help us much."

"No, it doesn't." What the man and the man shape both meant was that it did not help them know where they are.

"So! What do we do now?"

"I don't know. Let me collect myself and then we will see."

"That can take a while. Meanwhile, it would be best we studied our environment." The man shape suggested then remembered something and asked right away. "How are you breathing?"

The man looked again slightly annoyed that suggested the answer was pretty obvious. "My powers kicked in and I moved us slightly out of phase."

"Why?"

"It is pretty dark for a ship travelling in FTL. I can only assume power was rerouted to the FTL."

"So?"

"If so, then we being here would trigger the ship to notice us and therefore reroute power back to life support."

"That will be bad why?"

"Did you just hear why the ship is dark?"

"Yeah, power was rerouted to the eng... never mind. I get it."

"Good boy! Now the question is why? Why is there no air?"

"Maybe they don't need it?"

The man frowned. His eyes narrowed.

"What?" The man shape asked.

"Or maybe there is someone still kicking." He replied and moved away from the railing. The man shape followed him.


They moved through several corridors and entered a large room by the looks of it. It had lots and lots of upright cylinders. The man moved to them and noticed the people in it.

"Stasis Pods. This explains the darkness. The entire crew is asleep."

"Not all of them." The man shape replied pointing at something on the ground close to the closest to the entrance pod.

The shape was that a boy with a screaming red shirt saying – You are here. The man bent down and touched the boy's neck.

"You do remember we are out of phase."

"Noted."

"Well?"

"His pulse is fading."

"Well, hello, no air!"

"Funny," The man replied caustically. He placed his hand on the boy's forehead and muttered slowly 'Respirare caeli tui mundum. Inmortui volo autem vos vivere. Oh, deam Mortis, de mortis imperio, ad vitam huic puero.'

The boy's lungs contracted and expanded as though oxygen had suddenly found itself stuck in them. The stream of air pushed out of the lungs and up the nostrils. Suddenly, the boy's body began breathing again. His cheeks regained their usual color.

"Well?" The man shape asked.

"He will be fine." The man said. He watched as the boy's breathing normalized. He then placed his hand above his body and whispered. "Scuto Atra." The body was immediately engulfed by a force field.

"What did you do?"

"We need to know where we are. And we can't wake the locals just yet."

"Right," The man shape noted. "Shall we explore?"

"Yeah, you take the aft and I will take the bow."

"See you in a few hours," The man shape replied and left the stasis room.

"Optimistic multidimensional moron," The man murmured and left as well.


To be continued…

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