Pastfuture 1
Pastfuture 1
Stargate Command,
Cheyenne Mountain
June 2022
Brigadier General Cameron Mitchell felt old.
It didn’t used to be that way, but it’d hit hard when someone pointed out that there were fresh recruits that were born the same year he’d fought Anubis’ forces in Antarctica. When he’d brought that up while having dinner at Daniel and Vala’s place, Vala had mentioned some meme about “don’t let it set in”, and that’d just made it worse. Sure, aging didn’t mean what it used to, but it had an effect.
Thankfully, the bunker complex of Cheyenne Mountain hadn’t changed much over the years. The big change was the computer hardware, thinner, sleeker than it was back in the day. The logistics of overhauling things deep inside of a mountain limited the changes that could happen, and that helped Mitchell pretend it hadn’t been a decade and change since the fall of the Ori.
Today’s visitors would help with that… and hurt too.
As the klaxons blared, alerting all personnel to the gate’s activation, Staff Sergeant Amanda Martinez announced over the intercom, “IDC confirmed – it’s Councilor Teal’c.”
The iris retracted – like always – allowing Teal’c and Rak’nor to emerge from the rippling event horizon of the Ancient device. Both men carried staff weapons, which they handed off to airmen as they approached Mitchell.
“It is good to see you again, General Mitchell.” There was more white in Teal’c’s hair than before, a consequence of his time dilation adventure when the Asgard went up in a blaze of glory.
“If only the tidings we had were better,” Rak’nor added, falling in step with the other two men as they headed up to the briefing room.
“How bad is it, on a scale of ‘the SGC getting overrun by plants’ to ‘it’s somehow worse than the Ori’?” Mitchell asked, sitting at the head of the table. Landry’s old seat, he couldn’t stop from thinking.
Teal’c considered the question for a moment. “I believe the best comparison will be to the Aschen, for reasons you will soon see.”
Rak’nor produced a vo’cume projector from the folds of his robes and placed it on the table. “A week ago, one of our newest Chappa’ai Corps teams was sent on what was supposed to be a routine training mission to a world that was on the outer fringes of a minor Goa’uld’s realm prior to the final defeat of Anubis. Based on what records we could find, the last time anyone had visited the world was roughly 20 years ago.”
“The initial survey was done with the probes the Tau’ri have helped design,” Teal’c took over the narrative here. “As part of the training exercise, the probe did not use its sensors to their full capability. Perhaps if it had, this could have been avoided.”
Mitchell frowned. The probes in question were a joint project aimed at helping teach the Jaffa how to develop their own technology, as well as provide more capable replacements for the decades old MALP units the SGC still used. “So, what happened?”
“The Chappa’ai Corps team went to the planet – Nabua,” Mitchell smiled at that and he noticed the corners of Teal’c’s mouth pull up too. “There, they encountered the natives… as well as a new faction that had arrived at some point in the past. Only one member of the team managed to escape and send a distress signal, which led to their capture.”
Teal’c once again took up the story. “Based on the report, a rescue mission was mobilized. The Chappa’ai Corps deployed a platoon’s worth of Jaffa, along with the Chappa’no’kek fighter General Hammond and I used against Hathor, to free our captured brothers. We succeeded, at a high cost.”
Rak’nor finally activated the vo’cume, the holographic projection showing a gun camera view from the fighter in question. They watched it pass through the gate, then soar up into the Nabuan sky, before panning towards the ground. In the distance, on a clearing past the hills and sprawl of the village, was a large spacecraft. Its industrial looking lines were annoyingly familiar, almost Earth design, but it wasn’t anything Earth had made to date. It also looked at least twice the length of a BC-304, at least to Mitchell’s eye.
“When we discovered the spaceship, we immediately sent reinforcements with staff cannon,” Rak’nor explained as the fighter swooped in over the village before looping back to the gate. There was something about the ground of the village that bothered the human general, something familiar, but he couldn’t place it. “There was a fierce battle, but our rescue team did find all our personnel… and captured a few of the inhabitants of the vessel.”
The vo’cume footage switched to a Jaffa’s bodycam, where he was clearly firing a Zat at targets in the distance. Some were clearly human, in some kind of body armor Mitchell didn’t recognize, but others clearly weren’t human, despite the guns they were carrying. The non-humans had tails, but it wasn’t until he saw a side profile that he recognized them… to his horror.
“My God,” he couldn’t stop himself from saying. “Xenomorphs… with guns.” He looked at Teal’c. “I was wondering why you guys didn’t try diplomacy.”
“It is true that when I heard the initial report, I believed them to be the Xenomorphs from the Alien movies.” Teal’c paused, his tone becoming far graver. “Unfortunately, they are in fact something far worse.”
“What?” Mitchell blurted out. He’d seen the movies, and he couldn’t see how things could get much worse than Xenomorphs somehow becoming a thing that could be unleashed on the galaxy.
“General Mitchell, after the Chappa’ai Corps managed to retreat through the gate, we discovered the true nature of these beings.” Rak’nor’s grim face hardened as footage of Jaffa looking over a captured human and Xenomorph played. With a start, Mitchell realized that face of the Xenomorph was in fact some kind of breathing setup, much like a scuba rebreather, and that the chest was covered in body armor, much like the human’s. He watched in horrified silence as the Jaffa carefully disconnected the tubes that fed into the mouth piece, then pulled off the front of the “Xenomorph” head to reveal…
A young woman’s face, with hair that partly covered chitin growths around where her ears would be. As the Jaffa turned her head, he could see that what seemed like the front half of a human head merged into a truncated, ribbed Xenomorph head, with hair also growing from the nape of the neck.
“What the fuck,” Mitchell breathed, his incredulity overriding the military decorum that’d been drummed into him.
“Indeed,” Teal’c replied, and from the tone, it was clear he agreed with Mitchell’s assessment. “We were forced to keep the prisoners stunned for some time, in order to prepare adequate holding cells for such beings. That allowed us to send word to Tok’ra for assistance in interrogating them.”
“Any reason why we weren’t invited?”
“We have been trying to keep the information about these… beings contained, as long as possible,” Rak’nor looked at the Xenomorph-person thing in disgust. “But they are also a threat to humans. They use pheromones that Jaffa and Tok’ra are resistant to as a way to influence people.”
“This just gets better and better,” Mitchell grumbled. “Is there any good news here?”
Rak’nor and Teal’c shared a look, and the general could immediately tell that this “good” news was only relative to all the other things that’d happened in the past 20 years.
“We are only dealing with one colony vessel at this time,” Teal’c explained.
Mitchell pressed his face into his hands for several long moments before saying, “Alright, how bad it is this, and what do you think the Jaffa Council will do?”
Author's notes: This came about after reading 3 Alien(s) novel omnibuses, thinking about how to make an Alien work as a Disney character in a chat app (don't ask), thinking about Stargate a bit, and wondering why there hasn't been any proper Xenomorph monster girl (as opposed to Xenomorph with tits - yeah, that's a thing) art since like... 2010. (Seriously, the two best pics are stuff that've been floating on the web for at least that long.)
Turns out, there has been some Xenomorph monster girl stories... they're just weird fetish stuff on WattPad (not surprising, literally half the novels had weird sex stuff in them, plus that's literally HR Giger's entire schtick, so that's totally on brand). Literally the only thing of value in that knowledge is the fact that those authors also correctly assessed that any Xenomorph derived monster girl would be Yandere AF.
If you're wondering why the chapter is titled the way it is, think about Stargate canon.
Stargate Command,
Cheyenne Mountain
June 2022
Brigadier General Cameron Mitchell felt old.
It didn’t used to be that way, but it’d hit hard when someone pointed out that there were fresh recruits that were born the same year he’d fought Anubis’ forces in Antarctica. When he’d brought that up while having dinner at Daniel and Vala’s place, Vala had mentioned some meme about “don’t let it set in”, and that’d just made it worse. Sure, aging didn’t mean what it used to, but it had an effect.
Thankfully, the bunker complex of Cheyenne Mountain hadn’t changed much over the years. The big change was the computer hardware, thinner, sleeker than it was back in the day. The logistics of overhauling things deep inside of a mountain limited the changes that could happen, and that helped Mitchell pretend it hadn’t been a decade and change since the fall of the Ori.
Today’s visitors would help with that… and hurt too.
As the klaxons blared, alerting all personnel to the gate’s activation, Staff Sergeant Amanda Martinez announced over the intercom, “IDC confirmed – it’s Councilor Teal’c.”
The iris retracted – like always – allowing Teal’c and Rak’nor to emerge from the rippling event horizon of the Ancient device. Both men carried staff weapons, which they handed off to airmen as they approached Mitchell.
“It is good to see you again, General Mitchell.” There was more white in Teal’c’s hair than before, a consequence of his time dilation adventure when the Asgard went up in a blaze of glory.
“If only the tidings we had were better,” Rak’nor added, falling in step with the other two men as they headed up to the briefing room.
“How bad is it, on a scale of ‘the SGC getting overrun by plants’ to ‘it’s somehow worse than the Ori’?” Mitchell asked, sitting at the head of the table. Landry’s old seat, he couldn’t stop from thinking.
Teal’c considered the question for a moment. “I believe the best comparison will be to the Aschen, for reasons you will soon see.”
Rak’nor produced a vo’cume projector from the folds of his robes and placed it on the table. “A week ago, one of our newest Chappa’ai Corps teams was sent on what was supposed to be a routine training mission to a world that was on the outer fringes of a minor Goa’uld’s realm prior to the final defeat of Anubis. Based on what records we could find, the last time anyone had visited the world was roughly 20 years ago.”
“The initial survey was done with the probes the Tau’ri have helped design,” Teal’c took over the narrative here. “As part of the training exercise, the probe did not use its sensors to their full capability. Perhaps if it had, this could have been avoided.”
Mitchell frowned. The probes in question were a joint project aimed at helping teach the Jaffa how to develop their own technology, as well as provide more capable replacements for the decades old MALP units the SGC still used. “So, what happened?”
“The Chappa’ai Corps team went to the planet – Nabua,” Mitchell smiled at that and he noticed the corners of Teal’c’s mouth pull up too. “There, they encountered the natives… as well as a new faction that had arrived at some point in the past. Only one member of the team managed to escape and send a distress signal, which led to their capture.”
Teal’c once again took up the story. “Based on the report, a rescue mission was mobilized. The Chappa’ai Corps deployed a platoon’s worth of Jaffa, along with the Chappa’no’kek fighter General Hammond and I used against Hathor, to free our captured brothers. We succeeded, at a high cost.”
Rak’nor finally activated the vo’cume, the holographic projection showing a gun camera view from the fighter in question. They watched it pass through the gate, then soar up into the Nabuan sky, before panning towards the ground. In the distance, on a clearing past the hills and sprawl of the village, was a large spacecraft. Its industrial looking lines were annoyingly familiar, almost Earth design, but it wasn’t anything Earth had made to date. It also looked at least twice the length of a BC-304, at least to Mitchell’s eye.
“When we discovered the spaceship, we immediately sent reinforcements with staff cannon,” Rak’nor explained as the fighter swooped in over the village before looping back to the gate. There was something about the ground of the village that bothered the human general, something familiar, but he couldn’t place it. “There was a fierce battle, but our rescue team did find all our personnel… and captured a few of the inhabitants of the vessel.”
The vo’cume footage switched to a Jaffa’s bodycam, where he was clearly firing a Zat at targets in the distance. Some were clearly human, in some kind of body armor Mitchell didn’t recognize, but others clearly weren’t human, despite the guns they were carrying. The non-humans had tails, but it wasn’t until he saw a side profile that he recognized them… to his horror.
“My God,” he couldn’t stop himself from saying. “Xenomorphs… with guns.” He looked at Teal’c. “I was wondering why you guys didn’t try diplomacy.”
“It is true that when I heard the initial report, I believed them to be the Xenomorphs from the Alien movies.” Teal’c paused, his tone becoming far graver. “Unfortunately, they are in fact something far worse.”
“What?” Mitchell blurted out. He’d seen the movies, and he couldn’t see how things could get much worse than Xenomorphs somehow becoming a thing that could be unleashed on the galaxy.
“General Mitchell, after the Chappa’ai Corps managed to retreat through the gate, we discovered the true nature of these beings.” Rak’nor’s grim face hardened as footage of Jaffa looking over a captured human and Xenomorph played. With a start, Mitchell realized that face of the Xenomorph was in fact some kind of breathing setup, much like a scuba rebreather, and that the chest was covered in body armor, much like the human’s. He watched in horrified silence as the Jaffa carefully disconnected the tubes that fed into the mouth piece, then pulled off the front of the “Xenomorph” head to reveal…
A young woman’s face, with hair that partly covered chitin growths around where her ears would be. As the Jaffa turned her head, he could see that what seemed like the front half of a human head merged into a truncated, ribbed Xenomorph head, with hair also growing from the nape of the neck.
“What the fuck,” Mitchell breathed, his incredulity overriding the military decorum that’d been drummed into him.
“Indeed,” Teal’c replied, and from the tone, it was clear he agreed with Mitchell’s assessment. “We were forced to keep the prisoners stunned for some time, in order to prepare adequate holding cells for such beings. That allowed us to send word to Tok’ra for assistance in interrogating them.”
“Any reason why we weren’t invited?”
“We have been trying to keep the information about these… beings contained, as long as possible,” Rak’nor looked at the Xenomorph-person thing in disgust. “But they are also a threat to humans. They use pheromones that Jaffa and Tok’ra are resistant to as a way to influence people.”
“This just gets better and better,” Mitchell grumbled. “Is there any good news here?”
Rak’nor and Teal’c shared a look, and the general could immediately tell that this “good” news was only relative to all the other things that’d happened in the past 20 years.
“We are only dealing with one colony vessel at this time,” Teal’c explained.
Mitchell pressed his face into his hands for several long moments before saying, “Alright, how bad it is this, and what do you think the Jaffa Council will do?”
Author's notes: This came about after reading 3 Alien(s) novel omnibuses, thinking about how to make an Alien work as a Disney character in a chat app (don't ask), thinking about Stargate a bit, and wondering why there hasn't been any proper Xenomorph monster girl (as opposed to Xenomorph with tits - yeah, that's a thing) art since like... 2010. (Seriously, the two best pics are stuff that've been floating on the web for at least that long.)
Turns out, there has been some Xenomorph monster girl stories... they're just weird fetish stuff on WattPad (not surprising, literally half the novels had weird sex stuff in them, plus that's literally HR Giger's entire schtick, so that's totally on brand). Literally the only thing of value in that knowledge is the fact that those authors also correctly assessed that any Xenomorph derived monster girl would be Yandere AF.
If you're wondering why the chapter is titled the way it is, think about Stargate canon.
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