Notes: I do not own *Stargate SG-1 or any other Stargate-related material; they are the property of MGM. Additionally, I do not own *Battlestar Galactica: Blood and Chrome*. I haven't written fanfiction in a couple of years, and my grammar isn't perfect. Let me know if you want me to continue the saga.
Tau'ri Federation Naval Academy
Annapolis, Maryland, Earth
June 20, 2100
It didn't take long for the people of Earth to learn they weren't alone in the universe. Governments around the world took years to disclose this information, ensuring no immediate threats to the planet or the galaxies. Humanity's existence is no longer confined to a single planet but spanned several planets and galaxies.
In 1948, an American archaeologist unearthed a mysterious device during an excavation in Giza, Egypt. Initially, its purpose is unknown, and it is housed in a military facility under NORAD. Scientists experimented with it, accidentally activating the device, sending one through what would later be known as a Stargate. They believed they understood its function, but after the device shut down, they were unaware that the scientist had journeyed through the stars to another planet. The project is shelved and placed in storage.
In 1990, Katherine Langford, daughter of the archaeologist who discovered the device, convinced the U.S. government to reopen the project under military supervision. She recruited scientists, all bound by non-disclosure agreements. For four years, they struggled to piece together the puzzle until Langford enlisted the aid of a fringe archaeologist, Daniel Jackson.
Daniel Jackson deciphered the hieroglyphs, identifying the device as the "Stargate." After its activation, the military sent a MALP through to confirm safety, followed by Colonel Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill and his team, including Dr. Jackson. That day marked a pivotal moment in human history, rewriting our understanding of our place in the cosmos with the revelation of alien beings like the parasitic race impersonating Egyptian god Ra.
Cadet Ray Reyes set his tablet aside on his bed, closing his eyes for a moment before checking the time. 1300 hours. "Great, one more hour until my next class," he muttered to himself. He picked up the tablet again to review his schedule.
"Exobiology 101," he read out loud, skimming through the syllabus before setting the device aside. He then grabbed his phone to make a video call.
"Mom?"
"Ray, how are you settling into the Academy on Earth?" came the voice on the other end with a Spanish accent. Her smile is radiant, but her location is the million-dollar question. Behind her, a decal of the Stargate and the symbol of Earth adorned the wall, and below, the screen displayed "TFNS BELLEROPHON" in bold letters with "CAPTAIN RITA REYES" in smaller text.
"It's fine, Mom, but how long before I can choose my command?" Ray asked, twirling his black Academy cap, which bore a shield with an inverted 'V' symbol, encircled by a silver Stargate, and the words "TAU'RI FEDERATION NAVAL ACADEMY."
"Your dad and I went through the same rigorous and sometimes dull classes in our first year at the Academy," Captain Rita Reyes reassured him. "What command are you interested in?"
"Fleet Command. I want to captain a ship like you," Ray said, rolling his eyes. "But do I really need to learn about the history of the Stargate again? We covered this in high school."
"It's not the same as high school, Ray. You were only given what the government decided to declassify," Rita explained as the lights dimmed and a klaxon blared.
"Captain Reyes to the bridge," announced an embodied female voice over the intercom.
Rita looked at her son one more time, kissed her hand, and pressed it against the camera. "I have to go. I love you." She ended the call.
TFNS BELLEROPHON
CYGNUS ARM
The Bellerophon is a brand-new Beliskner Class Dreadnaught in the Tau'ri Naval Command, modeled after Thor's flagship, the O'Neill, before the Asgard's unfortunate demise due to cloning issues. It featured pulse beams for close air support and beam cannon weapons for ship-to-ship combat, though it had yet to be battle-tested, being fresh from the dry dock on a shakedown cruise.
Equipped with two intergalactic drives - the standard hyperspace drive for all Tau'ri Federation ships and the more experimental wormhole drive - the Bellerophon is a marvel of human ingenuity mixed with Asgard technology. The wormhole drive, while still in its infancy, required significant power, making its use an emergency measure until recent breakthroughs on Atlantis allowed for more energy-efficient operations.
Captain Rita Reyes, newly appointed to command the Bellerophon, entered the bridge, her braided hair clipped back. She had been XO on a Prometheus class destroyer before this assignment.
"Commander Wolf, sitrep?" she asked with a smile, accepting a tablet from a crew member.
"Ma'am, we're picking up radio transmissions from an uncharted system near the Cygnus cluster," reported Commander Wolf, a Salish male, medium-built, from the planet now called Salishia (formerly PXY-887), where Native American tribes had found refuge free from earthly oppressions.
"Radio?" she queried, settling into her chair.
The holographic plotting table displayed twelve planets, focusing on the largest with twelve massive ships and thousands of fighters in a defensive posture. As it zoomed out, red markers showed 2000 scythe-like fighters approaching.
"Getting no life signs on the attacking ships," the sensor operator added to the holographic display.
"What about the defenders fighting them?"
"They're human, ma'am," the operator confirmed, her jaw dropping.
"Spit it out, Ensign," Captain Reyes said, moving to the ensign's station to review the data. "One hundred billion?"
"What?" Commander Wolf is incredulous. "One hundred billion humans, how is that even possible?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Captain Reyes stated, using the idiom to signify they'd deal with the problem later. "Ms. Haley," she called to the COMM officer.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Upload the data to Fleet Command; I want to know what our next move is and whether it fits within our Rules of Engagement." Captain Reyes ordered, her eyes fixed on the holographic display.
"They haven't called for help," Commander Wolf pointed out. "We're not to interfere with the internal matters of other worlds unless requested."
"Ma'am, sensors are reading two small crafts approaching, also indicating weapons fire from both," the sensor operator reported.
On the screen, a human pilot in a sword-shaped fighter chased a smaller craft through a nebula, dodging and weaving, until the smaller ship made a maneuver the human couldn't match without risking unconsciousness.
"Oh, frak!" the pilot cursed, banking left to avoid incoming fire.
The oval craft hit the human fighter's starboard wing and engines, sending it spinning out of control. The pilot ejected, his canopy jettisoning, leaving him floating helplessly in space. As the oval ship aimed to finish him off, a bright light enveloped him, and he found himself in a room, not just any room, but one that made him think he'd arrived at Olympus, the home of the gods.
As the bright light faded, Lieutenant William Adama, known by his call sign "Husker," found himself rematerializing in the transporter room of the Bellerophon. His black hair is tousled from the ejection, and his uniform bore the clear markings of his name and call sign.
The transporter operator, a young ensign with a keen eye on the Asgard console, twisted the white stone, adjusting the controls with practiced ease. He then activated the ship's internal communication system.
"Captain Reyes, the pilot is safe," he reported, his voice clear but tinged with the excitement of the moment.
Captain Rita Reyes, who had just entered the bridge, heard the report through her headset. She acknowledged with a nod to Commander Wolf before heading towards the transporter room, her steps quick and purposeful.
Back in the transporter room, Adama is still adjusting to his new surroundings, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar technology with a mix of curiosity and caution. He felt the weight of his situation; one moment he is in a life-or-death dogfight, the next, he is in what appeared to be an advanced starship far from his own.
The transporter operator approached him, offering a hand to help him stand. "Welcome aboard the Bellerophon, Lieutenant. I'm Ensign Tarkin. You're safe here."
Adama took the hand, pulling himself up. "Where am I exactly?" he asked, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of events.
"You're on a Tau'ri Federation ship, the TFNS Bellerophon. We detected your distress and managed to beam you aboard before you were taken out," Ensign Tarkin explained.
Adama looked around, his expression one of both relief and confusion. "Tau'ri Federation? I've never heard of that. Last I checked, I is fighting in the Cygnus sector, dealing with those... whatever they were."
The ensign is about to respond when Captain Reyes entered, her presence commanding immediate attention. She sized up the pilot, noting his gear and the insignia. "Lieutenant William Adama, I presume?"
"Yes, ma'am," Adama responded, standing at attention.
"I'm Captain Rita Reyes, commander of this vessel. We've got a lot to discuss, Lieutenant, especially about what you were engaged with out there and how you ended up in our sector."
Adama nodded, still processing. "Understood, Captain. If I may ask, how did you manage to rescue me? My ship isn't exactly broadcasting a signal."
"We have some... advanced technology at our disposal," Reyes replied vaguely, not wanting to delve into the details of the Stargate or the Asgard tech just yet. "But first, we need to get you checked out by our medical team, and then we'll debrief. You've got quite the story to tell, I imagine."
Adama agreed, though his mind is racing with questions about this new alliance, the technology they wielded, and what this meant for his own mission and the broader conflict he is part of. As they moved towards the medical bay, he couldn't help but feel that his life had just taken an even more unexpected turn into the unknown depths of space and politics.
In sickbay of the Bellerophon, Lieutenant William Adama looked around in awe. The place is equipped with medical technology far beyond anything he'd seen in the 12 Colonies of Kobol. The room is filled with devices humming quietly, screens displaying vital signs and diagnostics, and in one corner, a machine that seemed to be fabricating medicine on demand.
A doctor approached him, his skin a striking red leather, which caught Adama off guard. "Welcome to our medical facilities, Lieutenant Adama," the doctor said with a voice that had an unusual, almost metallic resonance. "Our medical synthesizer has been a staple since the inception of the Tau'ri Federation."
Adama observed the machine, which is currently producing a vial of clear liquid. "That's... impressive," he admitted, his eyes scanning the alien tech. "In the 12 Colonies, we don't have anything quite like this."
The doctor nodded, his expression unreadable due to his unique features. "It allows us to provide immediate treatment for most conditions, tailored to individual needs."
Just outside the medical bay, Captain Rita Reyes is going through the after-action report on a tablet, her eyes scanning for any information that might explain the presence of Adama and the conflict he is involved in. She knew revealing too much about the Tau'ri could complicate matters, especially since Colonial technology seemed comparatively primitive.
Adama, still in the sick bay, decided to be cautious with his own information. "I'm from Tauron, a Colonial Citizen," he stated, avoiding the broader mention of the 12 Colonies of Kobol. He is protective of his origins, especially in this unknown environment.
The doctor, sensing Adama's reticence, didn't press for more details. Instead, he focused on the medical scan. "You've got some minor injuries from the ejection, but nothing we can't handle. You'll be back to flying in no time."
Reyes entered the sickbay, her demeanor professional but warm. "Lieutenant Adama, how are you holding up?" she asked, glancing at the medical readouts.
"I'm fine, Captain. Thanks to your... advanced care here," Adama replied, his gaze lingering on the medical synthesizer.
Reyes nodded, deciding to keep the conversation on neutral ground. "We're glad you're safe. We need to discuss what happened out there, but I understand if you're not ready to share everything. We're in uncharted space for both of us, it seems."
Adama appreciated the discretion. "I'd like to know where I am."
Reyes smiled, but it's a smile that she have to hide from him. "We're far from your known space, Lieutenant. We'll share what we can, but our primary concern is your safety."
She paused, then added, "Your ship, your technology... they're different from ours."
Adama nodded. Here he is, a pilot from Tauron, on what seemed like an even more advanced ship than anything the Colonies could dream of. Yet, he knew to keep his guard up; not all advanced civilizations were friendly.
"Agreed, Captain." Adama said, his tone cooperative but careful, signaling the beginning of a delicate dance of information exchange between two very different worlds.
In the small, secure briefing room adjacent to the medical bay, Lieutenant William Adama sat across from Captain Rita Reyes. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a table, a few chairs, and a holographic display ready to project any necessary visuals.
Reyes started the debriefing. "Lieutenant, tell me about your mission. What were you doing out there?"
Adama took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with a seriousness that matched the gravity of his tale. "We've been dealing with a rebellion, Captain. Not just any rebellion, but one by machines we created. They're called Cylons, short for Cybernetic Lifeform Nodes. Originally, the Colonies used them for everyday activities, from mundane tasks to helping quell terrorist activities. But they turned on us."
Reyes listened intently. "A robotic uprising?"
"Exactly," Adama confirmed. "It's been a war, on and off, for decades now. They've evolved, become more like us... too much like us. They've developed their own society, their own strategies. We've been fighting for our survival."
"And your specific mission?" Reyes prompted, sensing there is more to Adama's story.
"My secret mission is to locate a Cylon secret base where they've been holding and experimenting on humans," Adama explained, his voice hardening with resolve. "I found it, on a frozen planet. My orders were to confirm its location and report back so we could level the planet, destroy their operations there."
Reyes considered this information, the ethical and strategic implications swirling in her mind. "Human experimentation? That's... barbaric."
"It's a war, Captain. They don't play by our rules," Adama said, his tone reflecting the weight of the conflict. He activated the holographic display, showing a desolate, icy world with stark structures jutting from the snow. "This is where I was when I encountered those ships. I was scouting when I was attacked."
Reyes studied the hologram, noting the harsh environment of the Cylon base. "And your ship, the one you were flying, is it equipped for battle or more for stealth?"
"A bit of both, but it's primarily for reconnaissance. The encounter isn't supposed to happen. It is meant to be invisible," Adama replied with a little frustration. "But they have technology that seems to detect us better than we can."
Reyes leaned back, processing the situation. "You've just complicated our mission, Lieutenant. We have a directive and it's clear that we are not to engage in someone else's war. But we can't ignore what you've found, especially if it involves human lives."
Adama nodded, understanding the delicate balance they were navigating. "I'm not asking you to fight our war, Captain. But if you could help me get this information back to my people, it could save lives."
Reyes considered his words, weighing the political and ethical ramifications. "We'll need to discuss this further with my command. But for now, let's keep this between us. We need to understand the full scope of what we're dealing with here, both with you and the Cylons."
Adama agreed, relieved yet aware of the complexities his presence introduced. "Thank you, Captain."