Shipping It Stargate Style
In one universe of one multiverse, a girl was trapped in her locker.
In one universe of an entirely different multiverse far away across the sea of existence, a starship was exploding from the beam of energy that lanced through it.
The girl screamed one final time before her vocal cords broke.
The ship… began to put itself back together.
If it was just a temporal reversion, the fabric of that universe wouldn't have cared.
But the people on that ship sought to bring something back.
Even with that, the universe would've probably been okay. An uninhabited galaxy or two burned away to solve the paradox, no biggie.
They tried to bring back a person.
The fabric of that universe tore itself apart, and was only put back together by the frantic efforts of some ascended beings.
They were left with a conundrum, because there were now two occurrences of the ship and everyone on it.
One was fine, and was about to initiate the time bubble. It had the displaced soul.
The other was almost completely destroyed.
The ascended did what they always did to solve problems. Out of sight, out of mind.
They tossed that ship out of their multiverse.
The entire aborted timeline, ship included, was ejected into the space and time between space or time.
It traveled for unknown eons, occasionally pinging off other multiverses like a pinball in an arcade machine. Some of the collisions had effects on the contents of the tiny universe despite their paused state.
One gave the ship sentience.
Another gave it a soul.
Yet another imbued it and the people on it with the gift of Magic.
Finally, one multiverse didn't reject it. This one had been so damaged by a race composed of faulty Clarketech that the ship was able to slip right in.
It glanced off another tiny travelling spirit, both redirecting it's course and imparting the ability to come back as a human looking girl if it ever was destroyed.
Given it was in the process of being destroyed, this activated, turning the people on board into tiny faeries and the ship into a girl. Time was still paused inside the tiny universe though and as such the mind of the ship failed to form.
Such are the perils of tampering with time.
Then it slammed into a piece of the Clarketech race, ate that piece like it was a snack, and experienced it's final course correction.
On January 3rd, 2011, the Odyssey slammed straight into Taylor Hebert. Due to their weakened states, the two became one being.
And she woke up.
Stars, two beings spiraling around each other-
-screaming battle enemies explosions shields down hull damage pain-
-ages long sedate unmoving low power safe-
-frozen cast out collision more collisions change entry collision change consumption merge-
Taylor woke with a gasp, banging her head on her locker.
And promptly stared in shock at the impression of her face staring back at her from the metal.
"What?" she tried to say, her surprise over her own face staring out of the metal of her locker overriding the panic and fear and disgust she felt at her location.
Which she somehow knew the exact statistics of, down to the millimeter.
Her core was thrumming with unexpected new life and her crew were scrambling to figure out what went wrong with the temporal reversion-
Crew? Core? Temporal reversion?! Taylor asked herself. She shook her head to try and remove the certainties she knew to be true. What the hell is going on?
She half heartedly banged on the locker door once more, momentarily chalking it up to her going crazy.
She instinctively fired her sublight engines.
The poor metal door didn't just fly off the locker, it disintegrated against the force and power of engines capable of accelerating her to a full 80% of lightspeed in a few seconds.
WHAT THE FUCK?! Taylor screamed in her own head, pushing herself away from the now missing door and into the sludge on her back.
The sludge which was being repelled by a shimmering white field, bright enough to light up the locker from the inside.
Her sublight engines flared again, forcing her hull through the back of the locker and a foot into to the concrete wall.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Taylor screamed, her vocal cords repaired by her merge.
She hesitantly stood up and shimmied the foot of distance back to her locker, looking back at the impression of her spread eagled body now almost punched into the wall.
"Sublight engines?" Taylor asked herself under her breath, almost jumping when she received a status report on their functionality.
Oh, and she had a hyperdrive too apparently, whatever that meant.
Taylor started to hyperventilate. She stumbled out of her locker, her sublight engines helpfully indicating their status of being barely a hundredth of a percent engaged.
Then came the voices.
"Colonel, what the hell is going on with the ship?" a nice sounding, if old, man asked.
"I don't know Cam, I've never seen anything like this!" a woman's voice answered. "The Odyssey's doing things all in it's own."
That name rang true in Taylor's head. It felt as much her name as Taylor did.
U.S.A.F. X-304 Daedalus Class Deep Space Carrier Odyssey, her well of new knowledge and senses informed her.
U.S.A.F? Taylor asked herself. She blinked when the answer came to her, not from her new stuff but from her… previous? knowledge. United States Air Force? Deep Space Carrier?!
"Maybe the ship got so bored of being trapped in this time bubble it evolved its own sentience?" a rather mischievous, slightly European sounding woman said sarcastically.
Her voice made Taylor want to hide her valuables. Several of her armories and cargo bays sealed shut subconsciously.
Because apparently she had those now.
"Oh come on, that's crazy," a fourth man dismissed her.
The voices were silent for several seconds.
"Right, guys?" he hesitantly asked for confirmation.
"Well we do have the Asgard core on board…" the first woman started to reason.
"No way. Nuh uh. I draw the line at alive ships," the first man said flatly.
"Well why don't we just ask?" the second woman reasoned. "And hey, has anyone seen Muscles around? I thought he was supposed to be going back in time or something."
Taylor was pretty sure she was crazy. She'd obviously snapped in the locker. Maybe she was still in there. Hallucinating all this.
"Fine! Fine! Hey Odyssey, here's a dumb question but apparently we should ask it anyways: anybody home?!" the second man sounded like an angry old grandpa.
Taylor saw no reason to not indulge her mental break. She was already far gone enough to experience all of this. Not much more to go.
She tried to feel for a way to reply to them and got something called a comm system back in response. She, trembling, tried to pipe her voice through it and into the room the four of them were in.
She barely registered it being the engine room. Her engine room.
"H-hello?" she called out.
Two of them, the first man and the second woman, jumped with surprise. The second man just dropped his arms and let his head flop back with defeat.
The first woman gulped. Taylor could see all this through something called the internal sensors. Because she had those now, apparently. "Hi," she said to the ceiling, shivering slightly. "Uh… who are you?"
"Y-You're the voices in my head, you tell me!" Taylor shot back.
Suddenly she found dossiers on all of them pulling up in her vision. Colonel Samantha Carter. Colonel Cameron Mitchell. Doctor Daniel Jackson. Vala mal Doran.
"Nevermind, whatever this insanity is just told me," she informed them. A thought of wanting the things to go away made them disappear.
Sam blinked several more times, then set her face sternly. "Are you the Odyssey?" she asked, the tone of disbelief on her voice very clear.
"I-" Taylor started, then hesitated, and tried again. "No, no, I'm not. I'm Taylor. I don't know what this crazy shit is but you'd better stop it!"
Oh god. Maybe this was a cape Mastering her. That had to be it.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" she screamed at them.
"We're not in your head, kid!" Cameron fired back. "We're on a ship! What are you doing in it's head?!"
"Uh, guys," Vala said. She was looking at one of the monitors that showed the outside. She'd previously been looking at the screen that showed the Odyssey's status.
And a screen for Taylor's external sensors. Displaying her surroundings. In her school.
"Not now, Vala!" Daniel scolded her.
"Oooh no," Vala shot back. "You do not get to do that to me anymore!"
"STOP IT, ALL OF YOU!" Taylor screamed, collapsing to her knees and hiding her face. She just wanted this to go away!
The 'ship' they were on went dark. She'd shut down power to everything but life support and the internal sensors.
"Uh, Sam," Daniel asked pleasantly after a few moments. "What just happened?"
Sam tried to place a crystal down on the very unique console at the back of the engine room. It clunked against the glass-like surface uselessly. "Damn it!" she cursed. "I have no idea!"
"Maybe we upset the poor little girl who is also now our ship?" Vala tersely suggested, her arms crossed.
The three others looked at her with dumbfounded expressions.
"You really should learn to listen to me more," she deadpanned, her tone kind of hurt.
"What the hell do you mean, girl who is our ship?" Cameron asked.
Vala grinned and looked at the ceiling. "Taylor?" she asked sweetly. "Would you turn the lights back on please?"
She really didn't want to. But Taylor looked at the remains of her locker and grimaced. Something was going on. Something immensely screwed up. But maybe she'd triggered in her locker and her power was weird, giving her four voices in her head to talk to.
She was always alone.
She'd prefer to believe that over being Mastered.
Taylor searched herself for a way to do that. It was a set of simple switches in her mind she'd flipped on instinct in her panic. She hesitated, closed her eyes, and flipped them back on.
The systems of the ship all came back online.
"There, see?" Vala presented smugly. "I told you. I was right!"
"Vala a little girl cannot be a starship!" Sam lamented, sighing.
Vala stepped closer to the sensor screen and pointed. "Well then you tell me, Sam, how the outside of the Odyssey shows a Tau'ri school?"
The three of them stared dumbfounded at her for several seconds.
Then they reluctantly stepped over to the screen.
"Holy Hannah," Cameron exclaimed.
Sam's eyes widened. She looked at the ceiling again. "Um… Taylor?"
"What?" Taylor replied, wary of them yelling again.
"Where are you right now?" she asked, a struggle to believe Taylor's sensors on her face.
"I-I'm on the floor outside my locker," she said, choking up. "Hugging my knees."
The four of them looked back down at her sensor screen.
"That certainly looks like a pair of legs and arms hugging them," Daniel dryly remarked.
"This is impossible!" Sam refuted. "Ships… don't just suddenly become humans!"
"Uh, guys?" Cameron asked, tapping a section of the screen. It zoomed in on Taylor's arm. "What's that?"
Taylor hurriedly hid her arm out of view of that particular visual sensor. "Nothing."
Vala's face darkened. "It looked like feminine refuse, Cam," she said.
Taylor whimpered and curled in on herself further.