Author's note

I had a bit of fun with this episode, so in order to follow it; you may need some knowledge of Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis, as well as Battlestar Galactica and Doctor Who.  The clever Sci-fi fan may notice a few other little references here and there.  Damn this one was fun.

Episode 13

Star Trek New Order

Episode 013

“Gemini”

 Captain’s Log; Star Date 57996.1, we have docked at Utopia Planitia to repair some of the damage inflicted during the last few battles.  We also are on loading new Peregrine Fighters to replace the many we have lost.   In the mean time, Dranz has invited me to join her in one of her Holoprograms.

Deep within the bowels of the ship, a lone technician made his way through a Jefferies tube toward a malfunctioning bank of Bio-neural gel packs.  When he arrived he began to pull out damaged packs and replace them with fresh ones.  Then he came to a gel pack that was very unusual, the bag had bloated out to several times normal size and strange fibrous tentacles coming out the back and attaching themselves to other gel packs.  The technician began to take samples of the tentacles.  Unknown to him however, an ODN conduit slowly detached itself from the ceiling and before he realized it, it had wrapped itself around his neck.  He screamed out as it tightened and closed off his windpipe.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Colonel Jack O’Neill stepped through the Stargate onto P3X-“something or other” as he called every planet he visited, because he couldn’t remember the number.  His eyes scanned the surroundings from behind his wraparound sunglasses.  He checked the Safety on his P-90 and walked down off the gate pedestal.  Then he turned around to see Major Carter and Dr. Jackson emerge from the event horizon.

Except, they weren’t Carter and Jackson, they were Commander Dranzian Chavin and Lieutenant Commander Norman Dace.  And he wasn’t Jack O’Neill; he was their captain, Jonathan Hunt.

“Good morning campers,” Hunt said half jokingly as a holographic Teal’c emerged from the ‘gate.  The group turned back toward the Stargate as the wormhole disengaged and the Puddle dissipated.  On a bluff overlooking the Stargate, was a Goa’uld Pyramid Ship.  This immediately struck Hunt as odd, there wasn’t supposed to be a Pyramid Ship on this mission.  “Major?” he asked, “Is that supposed to be there?”  He pointed to the ship.

“No sir,” Chavin answered, coming closer so that holo-Teal’c couldn’t hear them whispering, “I didn’t program it in on this one.”

“Why don’t we find out?” Hunt suggested.

“There should be an access terminal in the DHD,” Chavin said as she moved toward the dialing device at the base of the platform.  But when she opened the access port, she was surprised to find that it instead had only the control crystals that were supposed to be in the DHD, rather than the LCARS access point that she had designed there.  Teal’c was confused at seeing Carter tearing apart the perfectly functional DHD searching for something that should not have been there.  “It’s not there,” she reported.

“Well then, why don’t we go up to that ship and see what it’s all about then?” Dace suggested.

“We can’t risk it, we need to go, now, and figure this out later,” Hunt said, then he shouted to the computer for the exit, which should have appeared in the Stargate, but nothing happened.  He then tried ending the program, and requesting the Arch, but nothing seemed to happen, “well then,” he relented, “to Oz.”

The group then set out up the hill toward the mysterious Pyramid Ship.

                        *                                  *                                  *

The red soil crunched under Tertian’s booted feet as he trekked toward the edge of Valles Marineris, when he reached the edge he gazed in awe massive crevasse falling seven kilometers down below him.  He tried to visit Mars every time he came to the Sol system, because, despite being colonized in the 2100s, and terraformed by the 23^rd century, it was still largely a barren empty wasteland, even here at the largest canyon in the sector, there were few people. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him and turned around to see an Andorian huffing his way up the trail after him, red dust clinging to his sweaty blue skin.

“Doc, why did you insist on coming?” Tertian asked him, “I told you that we would be hiking a ways.”

“And miss this,” Sorel replied as he reached the edge.

Tertian glanced at his wrist chronometer, and then off to the west toward the sun, slowly descending towards the Martian horizon “We should start back towards the Visitor Center if we want to get there before sunset.”  He then pulled a Hypospray out of his pack, “Maybe you should take some more TriOx,” Tertian suggested, handing Sorel the Hypo.

Tertian toyed with the idea of pushing his breathless partner over the cliff, before turning around and starting down the trail.  A short time later, Sorel’s comm. badge chirped.

“Beliskner to Dr. Sorel,” A voice called over the comm. badge, “is Captain Tertian with you?”

“Yes I am,” Tertian answered.

“Sorry to interrupt sir,” The voice responded, “But there is a bit of an emergency onboard.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, I am no longer part of the ships company,” Tertian pointed out, “can’t you talk to Commander Chavin.”  Tertian’s new command, The Kitty Hawk wouldn’t be departing for a few hours, so he decided to take this hike before reporting for duty.

“She is part of the problem, sir,” the voice answered, “Her, Commander Dace and Captain Hunt seem to be trapped on the holodeck.  I tried to contact you directly, but you aren’t wearing your comm. badge.”

“I know, I didn’t bring it,” He then turned to Sorel, “and I asked you not to either.  Alright, I will beam up as soon as we reach the visitor center.”

“No time, we’re sending a shuttlepod to get you,” just then, a Type 15 shuttle from the Fleet yards in orbit, descended towards them through the clouds, and set down in the dust a few yards ahead on the trail.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Hunt and his “SG Team” continued up a narrow path towards the mystery ship.  When they approached a clearing, Teal’c motioned for them to stop and take cover.  Just as they did so, a dozen Jaffa burst through the bush at the opposite end of the clearing, firing their staff weapons indiscriminately.  On closer inspection, Hunt noticed that these Jaffa did not bare the mark of a single Goa'uld, but rather wore a mix of Helmets and tattoos from several different ones.

“This is most unusual,” Teal’c announced.

“Yes,” Hunt acknowledged, “Very.”  He then returned fire with a burst of his P-90, felling one of the Jaffa.  Teal’c opened up with a burst from his staff, Dace and Chavin soon followed suit.  The team made short work of the Jaffa patrol, but before they could continue up the hill, the Jaffa troops were replaced by several warriors in Dark armor.

“What the hell?” Dace swore.

“Indeed,” Teal’c replied.

“Are those Kull warriors?” Chavin said, confused, “Those shouldn’t even exist yet, this is supposed to be Season five.”

“Tell that to them!” Hunt quipped, as the Warriors unleashed a stream of fire over their heads.  P-90 rounds and staff blasts seemed to simply bounce off the Super soldiers’ armor.  “Frag!” he shouted as he pulled the pin out of a hand grenade and chucked it over to the warriors.

“That won’t do much good, sir,” Chavin protested as the grenade detonated, indeed when the smoke cleared, the Kull warriors were still steadily marching toward their position, blasting away at the ground around them with their wrist mounted weapons.  In an act of desperation, Dace stood up and fired off a few shots from a Zat gun, which had no affect either,  the maneuver exposed him to enemy fire however, and he was grazed by a Kull blast before he could duck down again.  Dace screamed out in pain.

“That was about the stupidest thing you’ve ever done,” Hunt reprimanded the wounded ‘Archeologist,’ as he clutched the injury.

“Safety Protocols must be off,” Dace stammered through the pain.

“If it were that simple, my grenade would have taken out half the holo-emitters,” Hunt stated, “something is definitely way wrong here.”

“Try the grenade again,” Chavin suggested.  Hunt hefted another hand grenade, armed it and chucked it.  The bomb had the same effect as the previous one.  Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the bushes behind them.

“Holly Hannah what’s next,” Chavin blurted as she heard a familiar electronic sweeping noise from behind them.  Instinctively, she pitched a grenade into the bushes and shouted for everyone to run for cover, grabbing Dace and dragging him behind her.  As soon as they were on their feet running clear, an explosion shook their hiding place, and a pair of Cylon Centurions hobbled out into the open.  The Cylons joined the Super soldiers in blasting away at the team, as they ran for cover, Chavin and a puzzled Teal’c turned and provided cover fire while Hunt dragged Dace toward the neared trees.  Fire from her P-90 dinged off the Cylons’ armor as they continued to pursue.  Teal’c managed to take one down with his staff, but was mortally wounded by the other.

“No!” Chavin screamed, “you frakkin’ bastards, you can’t kill Teal’c he’s a main character,” Daniel maybe, but only if he comes back, she continued silently.  She knelt down over the Jaffa’s dying form.

“I die free,” Teal’c gasped, and then he urged ‘Carter’ to move on.  She picked up his discarded staff weapon and blasted the remaining Cylon before following the rest of the team through the trees, Kull warriors hot on her heals.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Captain Tertian stepped out of the shuttlepod in the Space dock hanger and made his way to the airlock where he could board the Beliskner.  Chief Engineer Taurik met him at the entrance and led him to the ship.

“I apologize for not simply beaming you aboard, but the computer is malfunctioning.  He explained the situation further as they walked to the holodeck which had trapped Hunt, Chavin and Dace.  When they arrived, they saw several technicians working on an open access port next to the door, and Major Dergos leaning on a pair of crutches, supervising.

“It’s like the computer is playing with them, it’s manipulating the safety protocols to its advantage, and it seems to be hunting them,” Dergos reported.

“Disengage Holodeck 2,” Tertian begged to the computer.

“No!” came the unexpected reply, what’s more, the voice was not the standard personality, but that of someone else, who sounded eerily familiar to Tertian, he dismissed it out of hand.

“Can we communicate with them?” Tertian asked.

“Not yet sir, but we might be able to soon,” Taurik replied.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Darkness soon fell on the Holographic landscape.  They were able to evade the patrols for now, but they dare not start a fire, for fear of alerting the searchers.  Using a field dressing, Chavin staunched much of the bleeding from Daces wound, but even with this simple graze, she knew he would soon die if not taken to sickbay.  Suddenly they heard a rustling in the bush nearby and Hunt stood up and leveled a Zat at the noise.  Captain Tertian walked out of the bushes, so Hunt lowered the Zat, but kept it out, just in case.

“We managed to project me onto the holodeck from one of the science labs,” Tertian announced, “how are you holding up?”

“Can you transfer the EMH in here,” Chavin asked, “Dace needs a doctor, badly.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Tertian replied, “we seem to think that the best option is to surrender and hope that whatever is in control here doesn’t kill you.”  That tactic threw up a red flag for Hunt who knew Tertian would never take the risk

“Ok,” Hunt queried, “and what do Ziggy and Gooch think about this, Al?”

Without a pause, Tertian replied, “They think it’ll work.”  Then Hunt shot him three times with his Zat, and his program destabilized.

“What did you do that for, Jon,” Chavin protested, “you just killed him.”

“That wasn’t really him,” Hunt replied, “I think that whoever or whatever is doing this to us is just getting tired of playing hide and seek.”  Hunt retrieved his P-90 and helped Dace to his feet.  “We had better get moving, before more Centurions, or Jaffa, or whatever, show up.”

                        *                                  *                                  *

The real Captain Tertian Versos was pacing the Holo-lab, while Dergos and Taurik debated options in front of a console.  “We can’t put ourselves in there; can we help them any other way?” He asked.

“I believe we can add to the program, I am not sure how that might help,” Taurik answered.

“Access the tactical training scenarios,” Dergos threw in, “Maybe we could send them a squad of marines, or two.”

“I cannot access those files,” Taurik responded, “Only the files that the computer is accessing itself.”

“Then try something that is in those files,” Tertian suggested, “You said they were running a Stargate Holoprogram?”  Taurik Nodded, after thinking for a second, Tertian continued, “Send an ‘SG-team,’ give them the heaviest weapons in the file, and make sure they have any special weapons they might need, just in case.”

“Aye sir,” Taurik replied.

                        *                                  *                                  *

“Sierra-Golf-One-Niner this is Hammond, come in,” Came a voice over Hunt’s radio.  Hunt reached over to press the transmit button and respond, but Chavin stopped him.

“It could be another trick,” she pointed out.

“Or the outside may be trying to reach us,” Dace suggested, “We can’t just stay here.

“Hello General,” Hunt replied on the radio, agreeing with Dace.

“How is the team holding up?” Hammond asked, Hunt filled him in

“I am sending you some reinforcements, Colonel,” Hammond announced, “Godspeed.”

“Thank you sir,” Hunt replied as he returned the radio to its pouch.

“It could still be a trick,” Dace said, “I’ll have to agree; this would be a fairly good trap.”

“Hammond would have expressed some condolences over Teal’c’s loss, and ‘Daniel’s’ wound,” Chavin countered, “Whatever is controlling these enemy soldiers seems to have some knowledge about this stuff, that sounded like a preprogrammed message, it must be someone on the outside, trying to help.”  Hunt looked back down the hill toward the ‘Gate, and noticed that it was only lightly guarded, where would they go if they couldn’t leave the holodeck.  The Stargate began to spin as they made their way down the hill towards it.  As the Jaffa guards were distracted by the activating Stargate, Hunt and Chavin snuck up from behind and took each one out with a silenced burst from their P-90s.  Then the Vortex coalesced into the familiar standing pool of water, and Three SG-team soldiers passed through, followed by a heavily loaded F.R.E.D. truck.

 

Hunt greeted each soldier, then noticed that they were all heavily armed, the first one who identified himself as Ferretti, not only carried an M-4 carbine with grenade launcher, but also an AT-4CS rocket launcher, one of the others carried a second AT-4CS and an M-60 Machine gun, and the other hefted a Death Glider staff cannon on a sling, as well as a P-90; each also carried anti-Kull warrior weapons on their rifles.  Hunt suspected they carried far more on the F.R.E.D. transport, a suspicion confirmed when Chavin began opening crates.  Cases full of P-90s, C4, more rockets, a Replicator Disruptor, even a container of symbiote poison.

“If it was our guys, they thought of everything,” Chavin observed, and then her jaw hit the ground when she opened a particularly large box, “Holy Hannah!  They gave us a Mark IX nuclear warhead.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do with a nuke, blow up the whole ship?” was Dace’s reaction, as one of the soldiers checked his wound.

“I doubt it, within the holodeck, even this wouldn’t damage outside it.”

“Even so, that much holo-energy released at once might disrupt the hologrid,” Hunt concluded, then he retrieved the remote detonator, “Maybe as a last resort.”  Then the group grabbed as many weapons as they could carry, and started up the hill.

As they approached the Base of the pyramid which the Hatak was resting on, they were suddenly blocked by Kull warriors.  The group took cover and dispatched them with shots from anti-Kull weapons, but before they could leave their cover, three large conical cylinders materialized between them and the entrance.  “EX-TER-MIN-ATE!” was their eerie call, in a strange electronic voice.

“Frak, Daleks!” Chavin exclaimed, “What’s next, Replicators?”

“What?” Dace asked. 

Chavin rolled her eyes and shrugged, “You really should watch more science fiction.”  Just then Ferretti brought out one of the AT-4s and armed it.

“This should do it,” he said, as he stood up and shouldered the missile, one of the Daleks noticed him and its eye stalk swiveled toward Ferretti.  Then Ferretti Squeezed the trigger and let the rocket fly, a massive cloud of steam shooting out the back as the booster ignited.  The rocket struck the base of the lead Dalek, but did little damage to the Poly-Carbonate shell.  The Dalek then swiveled around and zapped Ferretti with a laser beam, killing him instantly.  The other two soldiers readied more rockets, and Chavin instructed them to aim for the head.  They fired, obliterating two of the Daleks, but the third zapped them with two beams before they could retake cover.

“SUR-END-ER, OR BE EX-TER-MIN-AT-ED” it warned.  Chavin and Hunt stood up; holding their P-90s over their heads, then Dace slowly pulled himself to his feet, before collapsing from the blood loss.

“My friend is wounded,” Hunt explained, the Dalek then escorted Hunt and Chavin into the Hatak.  It led them into a cell and shut the door.

“I hope Dace is okay,” Chavin said to Hunt after the Dalek left, “they just left him to die.”

“Well,” Hunt replied, “these Daleks wouldn’t just kill a wounded man, would they?”

“I don’t know,” Chavin said as she sat down on a bench.

                        *                                  *                                  *

“How is it coming?” Tertian asked Taurik as he worked on the holodeck, to try to free their trapped comrades.

“Not good sir, I cannot be certain, but I can no longer detect one of the life signs, it appears one of them has been killed,” Taurik reported.

“Damn,” Tertian cursed, “any idea who?”

“No sir.”

“Well keep trying, commander,” Tertian urged.

“There’s something else sir,” Taurik warned, “It is almost like there is an intelligence working against us.  I do not know what it is, but it seems like something in there is showing organic patterns.”

“I’ll have Major Dergos post a guard outside the holodeck then,” Tertian decided, “just in case.”

                        *                                  *                                  *

A short time later, a pair of centurions came to the prison cell, and escorted Hunt and Chavin to a dark thrown room.  In the gloom, Hunt saw a female form lounging on a massive couch.  “Who the hell are you?” he asked as she stood up and walked towards them.  As she walked closer, its features began to resolve in the dim light.  Hunt could make out its short blond hair, and sharp defined features.

“Don’t you recognize me, Jon?” it said as it stepped closer and into the light.  Hunt stumbled backwards in shock.  The woman in front of them was an almost exact clone of Chavin, dressed in a simple black outfit.

“What the frak?” Chavin asked her doppelganger. 

“I made a few changes,” the clone said, “I hope you like them.”  Hunt then noticed that there were indeed a couple of differences.  Most notably, her characteristic Trill spots were missing.  She waved her hand and the Cylons marched out of the room.   Chavin took a quick glance around her, and spotted one of the P-90s sitting on a table near by.  She lunged and grabbed the firearm.  Chavin squeezed the trigger and the weapon unleashed a stream of hot lead at her mysterious doppelganger.  The bullets seemed to pass through her though and struck the far wall.  The clone approached Hunt and stuck out her hand.  Chavin screamed out a warning to Hunt, just as the clone’s hand stuck itself in Hunt’s forehead.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Hunt awoke with a start, and found himself, once again, in the cell.  Chavin was sitting next to him.

“She was a Replicator,” Chavin determined.  “She has to be.”

“What?” Hunt asked, “Then why did she look just like you, Dranz?”

“I don’t know,” Chavin acknowledged, “Maybe she has access to my file through the Sci-fi database.  After all, I wrote most of it.”

“If she isn’t some sort of character from one of your shows,” Hunt theorized, “maybe she is some sort of emergent lifeform.”

“It is possible,” Chavin concurred “we have seen similar cases.”

“Yes I read about the Moriarty Hologram, and the emergent Enterprise lifeform,” Hunt said, “At least she can’t leave the holodeck.”

“I don’t know,” Chavin admitted, “Replicators are artificial.  She might have made herself a real ‘body’, since the holodeck system combines Holographic and replication systems; it is possible that she might be able to leave.”

“Then we can’t let her escape, from what you’ve told me the Replicators are pure evil.”  Suddenly, the door opened and another Centurion came in to take them back to the thrown room.

                        *                                  *                                  *

When they arrived, Replicator Chavin was standing next to a large golden box.

“Is that a sarcophagus?” she asked.  Without speaking, the Replicator reached over and manipulated a control on top of the box.  The top split along a seam in the middle and spread open.  Lieutenant Commander Dace sat up and gasped for air.  The Replicator grabbed him by his field jacket and literally threw him out of the sarcophagus, back toward Hunt and Chavin.

“What happened?” Dace asked as Hunt helped him to his feet, “last thing I remember, I was lying outside, after the Dalek, or whatever it was, captured you.”  Dace looked down at the hole burned in the side of his Jacket, underneath it was bare skin, and there was no sign of the wound.

“I wanted you to see this before you die,” Replicator Chavin proclaimed as she called for the exit.  

“I can’t let you leave,” Hunt said as he opened a pocket on his vest and retrieved the remote detonator.  Hunt flipped open the safety, turned a key and squeezed the detonation trigger.  Nothing happened.  Hunt repeated the process, but again nothing.

The Replicator walked back over to Hunt, “I’m sorry, did you think I would let you carry a weapon that could really destroy us all?”  She took the detonator out of his hand and crushed it into dust.  Then she turned and her forearm morphed into a long silver blade.  She impaled Hunt, and then strolled back toward the exit.  Hunt collapsed, blood streaming out of the wound in his chest.

The Replicator opened the door and walked out.  Phaser blasts, from the technicians and guards in the corridor, shot past the exit as she walked out of view.  The exit now unlocked, Tertian, flanked by several marines rushed in the room, and dispatched the Centurion guards with phaser fire.

As soon as he saw him, Tertian rushed over to Hunt.  “Sir, you are going to be fine, we just need to get you to sickbay, for surgery.”  He started to help him up.

“There’s no time,” Chavin protested.  Then she dragged him up and into the sarcophagus.  “This should be able to heal him.”

                        *                                  *                                  *

Elsewhere on the ship, two security officers were manning a security checkpoint.  These officers sat behind the safety of a force field.  Soon they heard the sound of footsteps, coming down the corridor. One of them raised his phaser rifle as the person rounded the corner.

“Commander,” the lead guard said, “What are you doing here, I thought you were trapped in the holodeck.”  Without talking the Replicator placed her hand on the bulkhead and it melted into the panel.  The force field flickered out.  “What the hell,” The guard said, “Who are you?”  The Replicator took her hand out of the wall and stabbed the guard with it.  The second guard was startled by the sudden turn of events; he raised his phaser rifle and fired.  The beam struck the Replicator in the chest, but was absorbed by her nanites.  The guard panicked and ran, but before he could get very far, the replicator withdrew her sword/arm from her victim; it stretched out and impaled the second guard in the back.  Without a second thought she continued down the corridor, leaving nothing but chaos and destruction in her wake.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Hunt came to and found himself inside a brightly lit box, the roof slid open, and he saw Chavin leaning over him, she helped him out of the sarcophagus.  Hunt felt the hole in the front of his jacket and was relieved to find that the wound had indeed healed.  Chavin filled Tertian in on the situation

Tertian tapped his comm. badge and contacted Dergos, “Major, This is Captain Tertian; I suggest you post a guard outside the Main Shuttlebay.”  After Dergos acknowledged the order, Tertian led the group out of the holodeck.

“We should take a look at that Sarcophagus, it is pretty cool,” Hunt suggested.  Just then the hologrid destabilized and shut down.

“So much for that,” Chavin quipped.

                        *                                  *                                  *

As soon as he received Tertian’s orders, Dergos went as fast as he could to the Shuttlebay.  Dergos drew his phaser and waited for the Replicator to come.  He did not have to wait long however, as she soon came around the bend in the corridor.  Dergos fired his phaser, but then tossed it aside in disgust when he saw that the weapon was ineffective.  Dergos then drew his combat saber and extended the blade to its full length.  “I cannot allow you to leave this ship,” Dergos warned.  The Replicator continued to approach and her arm morphed into a blade again.  As soon as he was close enough, Dergos swung his sword and cleaved her sword/arm off.  She glanced down at the severed limb, then back at Dergos, before he could swing the blade again, the Replicator’s other arm stretched out and grabbed him by the neck.

“I am sorry major, but I must be leaving now,” she said as she threw him against the bulkhead 

As Dergos slipped into unconsciousness, Replicator Chavin’s arm melted and reintegrated itself into her body, and then she continued into the Shuttlebay. 

The Replicator walked over to a Peregrine fighter that was being stored on the flight deck.  The deck chief noticed her preparing the fighter, and walked up to her, “Excuse me, Commander,” He asked, “what you are doing, with that? I haven’t heard that you received launch clearance.”  Replicator Chavin turned around and stuck him through the chest with her sword/arm.

                        *                                  *                                  *

Hunt, Chavin, Dace and Tertian arrived shortly after, and as soon as they saw Dergos lying unconscious nearby they ran up and checked his vitals.  Chavin shook him awake and asked him what happened.  Before he could answer, they heard an explosion coming from inside the bay.  They ran in just in time to see the fighter lift itself off the deck, unfold its wings and zoom out the gaping hole in the outer door, barely missing the dry dock superstructure.

“Well,” Chavin proclaimed, “That’s it, we’ve lost her.”

“Something tells me that we haven’t seen the last of her,” Hunt said.

“All she has is a fighter though,” Dace said, “She couldn’t make it very far with that.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Chavin countered, “She has the combined knowledge of all three of us, and the entire Federation database, She’ll find a way.”

“We’ll be seeing her again, alright,” Tertian acknowledged, “I just hope we’re ready when we do.”

“So say we all,” Chavin sighed, “so say we all.”

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