Disclaimer : I don't own the shows or characters from Babylon 5, Stargate Atlantis, Battlestar Galactica (1978) and Dr. Who. Direct quotes at the beginning of this story were taken directly from "Be all my sins remember'd (2)".
Time to Begin
Dragonlots aka Dana Bell
A ship hovered among the debris of the destroyed replicator planet. It had the appearance of one of their ships, but the design of the vessel had been deliberate.
"Our Intel is correct. The planet has been completely destroyed," the dark haired woman with a ponytail reported from her place at the bridge controls.
"Can you detect any trace replicators cells?" a male voice inquired.
"Negative. They've been completely wiped out."
"Good," Dr. Weir said. "We can finally get to work without having to look over shoulders. It's time to begin." Her lips formed a tight smile.
"Just remember who you work for," a female voice stated from behind her.
Dr. Weir turned in her command chair to face the redheaded woman. "Lyta. As you can see, one of our obstacles has been removed."
"At least it means the Rangers can send us correct and current information."
"There is that." Lyta stepped forward and gazed out into space.
"Do you read anything?" The idea the woman was a telepath, and a very strong one, still unsettled Elizabeth.
She shook her head. "There's nothing."
"Then we can proceed. Set a course for New Ethos."
Sitting her quarters, Dr. Weir still remembered her last order to John Sheppard. "Go! Go!" The replicator humans had begun to surround her and she'd resigned herself to being a prisoner – a prisoner that they would no doubt interrogate and then kill. She knew exactly how dangerous she was to them.
"Come with me," an almost jovial and British accented voice told her. Her mind barely registered the odd blue box that had suddenly appeared beside her. "Come on!" he'd urged.
She hesitated and a replicator almost grabbed her.
"Humans." A brown-coated arm snagged her just in time and she found herself inside a huge machine. The door slammed behind her. "Let's put some distance between us and them. How about it?" He grinned and went to six-sided control panel. "Off we go." He flipped a switch.
There was an unfamiliar sound and a sense of movement, but not like anything she'd ever felt in a jumper or the Deadalus.
"Who are you?" she'd finally managed.
"Oh," he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. "They call me the Doctor."
"Just the Doctor." He whistled a tune and manipulated a few toggles and switches. "Someone went to a great deal of trouble to retrieve you. Hope your appreciate the fact."
"Oh, forgot." His young angular face took on a thoughtful look. "You have no idea what's going on."
"And you're not making any sense."
"I'm not the one to explain." He glanced at the control panel. "We're here."
Elizabeth had had no idea where 'here' was.
The strange man opened the door and gallantly ushered her out. "Here she is," he called into a large stone like room with pulsating colored walls. "I've paid my debt to you."
An alien joined them. The face was almost round with an odd bone crest running on both sides and around the back of the head. It wore robes of red with gold trimming.
"My thanks, Doctor," it boomed in a deep male voice.
"Here's where I take my leave. Good bye, Dr. Weir." He darted back into his box and a high pitched noise reverberated as it vanished.
"Time Lords," the being said. "It is both a relief and a misfortune that they are all gone except him." It beckoned. "Come, Dr. Weir. I know you have many questions."
"Before I go with you, I'd like to know where I am and who you are."
"My name is Draal and you are inside the great machine on Epsilon 3."
His name was clear, the rest, made no sense to her. "I don't understand."
"Well, of course you don't. Come. " He began to walk away.
With a glance around her she had no choice but to follow. "Why am I here?"
"That's the one thing I love about humans, they are so curious and impatient."
She couldn't tell if he was annoyed or amused.
Draal lead her through several confusing tunnels until they reached a high ceiled chamber. She gasped as she realized the man before was trapped in the device.
"Oh, don't be alarmed. The Great Machine is sustaining my body."
"But how can you?" She pointed at him.
"I'm a hologram and I use it to communicate." He broke into a wide grin. "Lyta Alexander. How good of you to join us."
The woman dressed in black that did little to flatter her red hair and fair complexion, glared at him. "What do you want?"
"Not a good question," he answered with a dark glare. "You should know that."
"The war is long over."
"That is true." He seemed to grow thoughtful. "I have a task for you two."
'I'm not interested, " the woman named Lyta replied, crossing her arms and glaring back.
"I would have thought that your time with G'Kar would have taught you much."
She glanced away as if his words caused pain. "He and Franklin have gone beyond the rim."
Elizabeth had no idea what that meant. "Excuse me," she stepped toward the hologram. "But what am I doing here?"
"As I said, I have a task for you." He said something in another language and an image appeared overhead. "We have several Rangers stationed in the Pegasus Galaxy."
"Since when do you do work for them?" Lyta Alexander demanded.
"Since my long time friend Delenn asked me. Now, as I was saying," Several of the planets blinked out. "We have Rangers stationed on these planets."
Elizabeth had no idea where Atlantis had been moved to, but she did see a red symbol on Lantea. "Did you have someone on Atlantis?"
"Still do, dear lady." He gave her a fatherly smile. "We couldn't loose track of such a wonderful discovery. The Ranger assigned there left when you moved the city and chose to stay behind. His reports about the planet itself and its varied life forms has been most illuminating."
The thought of someone they had known nothing about living in the city and they'd never found him, unnerved her. "I see."
"Oh, don't worry. The Rangers have never been a danger to you." He stepped around and indicated a planet. "This was New Ethos. According to the reports we got from Delos, on Atlantis, the people disappeared and he has been unable to contact the Ranger there."
"Teyla's people are gone?" That shocked Elizabeth. "But we put them on a planet unknown to the Wraith!"
"And they were quite safe. But something happened and now their disappearance is a mystery."
"You want us to go there and find them." Lyta sounded not too surprised.
"That and see if Phillip left any clues about what happened." The overhead image disappeared. "There are several Rangers who volunteered to go with you. We've dressed them as those replicators and built a ship that looks exactly like theirs."
"I'm surprised you didn't model one after the Deadalus." Their choice was odd and she wanted to know why.
"You planet has very few ships and if one showed up they knew nothing about, well, it would suspicious don't you think?"
She had to agree there.
"You'll be in charge, Dr. Weir. Miss Alexander, you'll take your orders from her." He raised a hand before the other woman could protest. "Your part in this is simply to scan and find what the ships systems can't. Oh, and before you ask," he turned to Elizabeth. "Lyta is a telepath." He eyed the red head oddly. "An extremely powerful one."
Elizabeth knew a little about telepaths from her experiences with Teyla's gift and the Wraith. "When do we leave?"
"Momentarily, first." He vanished and his body opened its eyes. "We must take care of your medical problems. I have programmed the machine to run without me for a few hours and instructed it on how to help you." He got out and pointed. "Go."
Afraid and not sure what to expect, she took his place. For a time she felt as if she were everywhere at once and part of the universe. When she opened her eyes again, Draal motioned her away and he took his place once again. In a few moments, the hologram of him reappeared.
"Now, the ship that is taking you on your journey is about to land. I will escort you."
"What do we do when we've completed our assignment?" Elizabeth wanted to know.
"The Rangers will report to Delenn for reassignment. You two," he shrugged. "If you do not return from the Pegasus Galaxy, no one will be the wiser."
Lyta snorted. "Exile."
"Would you prefer Bester find you? I could arrange that."
"You haven't left me any choices." She sounded angry.
"I've given you an escape route. I think it best you take it."
They reached a large chamber carved out of hard rock. On what had to be the landing pad, a large ship sat and the design was familiar to Weir.
"May Valenn go with you." Draal bowed and vanished.
The two women looked at each other.
"We weren't given a choice." Lyta strode toward the vessel.
"No, we weren't," Elizabeth agreed.
New Ethos appeared on the holographic scanner. No human life forms registered and only brief glimpses of various animal forms appeared.
"There's the colony." Elizabeth leaned forward.
A deserted village appeared. Benches had been knocked over, personal items had been left behind and the animal covered tents blew in the wind.
"They left in a hurry," Lyta commented.
"Too much of a hurry. Yet I don't see any indications the Wraith culled this world."
"Dr. Weir," the dark haired Ranger reported. "There are indications of a ship landing."
"Might have been a jumper. I'm sure Atlantis investigated."
"Doesn't match the pattern." The image focused in what looked like landing strut marks. "There's also this." She zoomed in an obvious scorch mark high in the tree lines.
"Can you identify it?"
"No. But it stretches for several – miles."
She glanced at the Ranger but understood the hesitance. They were used to measuring distances differently and had been forced to translate so she could understand. "Does it end somewhere?"
"One moment." The picture shifted again. "There, in the ravine."
The vessel had exploded yet there was debris everywhere, including one large piece of silver shaped almost triangular. "What kind of ship is that?"
"Unknown, but I'm checking the records."
"We've contacted a lot of races," Lyta said. "But we know there are some out there we've never met.'
"Possible match," the ranger flipped a control. "High probability it is a Cylon Raider."
"Cylons?" Lyta's face betrayed her shock.
"You know them?" Weir inquired.
"Of them. Kosh, he was the Vorlon ambassador and I worked for him for awhile, he told me about them. They're mechanical beings whose sole purpose is to wipe out humans."
"They'll have to get in line," Weir commented. "Do the strut impressions match any known Cylon ship?"
"No. There's no record at all." The ranger turned back to her station.
"Then we have some new players."
Over the objections of the Rangers, Weir and Lyta took a small shuttle down to the planet. Elizabeth ducked into one of the tents, glanced around and came out again. "There's no one here."
"They left in a hurry and I think," Lyta moved her head as if listening, "they were terrified. It's hard to tell, there have been others here since then."
"Probably from Atlantis." Weir knelt down by the faint strut marks. "Can you get an impression from these?"
"I can try." The telepath touched the marks and her eyes turned black. "They were here to help. Humans, like those here, but I can't get a clear picture." She jerked her hand back. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright." There was nothing more they could learn here. "Let's go back to the Tyre."
"Dr. Weir," the com in her quarters disturbed her sleep and it took a moment for her to wake up enough to answer. "Yes."
"We may have found a faint trail. It's pure chance we found it all since it's not a fuel we're familiar with."
"Can you follow it?"
"We can try."
"Then do so."
Again, she wondered why discovering what happened to Teyla's people mattered to an alien named Draal and why he'd chosen her, and Lyta Alexander to find out.
"I'm going to have a lot of questions I'm sure will never be answered."
Several days later they found their quarry hiding behind a moon. It was an odd vessel, sort of reminding her of a cross between the Enterprise from Star Trek and the Deadalus. There were several smaller vessels entering what had to be a landing bay.
"Can you ID her?" she asked the ranger.
"No. Unknown configuration."
"Lyta?" She hoped the telepath could help.
"Then I guess we go into this blind." She took a deep breath. "Open a channel."
"But Dr Weir," the pony tailed ranger objected.
She hesitated briefly but complied.
"This is Dr. Elizabeth Weir of the Ranger vessel Tyre. We come in peace and mean you no harm."
There was a few nerve-racking moments of silence before a reply came back.
"This is Commander Cain of the Battlestar Pegasus. I didn't think there was anybody in this galaxy who had a ship except those life suckers."
"Is that what you call them?"
"Commander, are the Ethosian people with you?"
"They were. We dropped them off a planet a few sectons ago."
She had no idea what a secton was. "Do you know if the planet had a stargate?"
"What's a stargate?"
She knew a moment of dread. If the Ethosians had no way to trade with other planets or contact Teyla, they could get into trouble or a culling could start and they'd have no way to escape. "I'd appreciate it if you'd give me the coordinates of where you left them."
"I'll think about it."
"Their leader is a woman I know well. Her name is Teyla."
"They mentioned something about her. Kept asking to be taken to her."
"Why didn't you?"
"Dr. Weir, I don't have time to go searching all over this galaxy for a mythical city."
"So you've heard of it."
"I used to live there."
"He doesn't trust us," Lyta told her quietly.
"I already knew that, but thank you." She stood up. "Commander Cain, it is imperative we locate Ethosian people and report their new location to Teyla. She will be very worried about them."
"How do I know you aren't one of those, what did you call, Wraith?"
"You've seen their ships." His silence was all the answer she needed. "Obviously, we aren't them. Besides, the Wraith don't usually talk to their food."
She heard him chuckle. "Got a point there. I might consider it if you can lead us to Atlantis."
He asked the one thing she couldn't do because she didn't know where they'd relocated to. "I don't know if I can."
"Well, if you used to live there."
"It's a long story."
"I'm sure it is. Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but I've mined what I need off this moon and I'm in a hurry."
"Where are you going?"
"Planet called Earth. I'm sure you've never heard of it."
"On the contrary. I'm from Earth."
"Really. Now isn't that an interesting coincidence."
"What I can tell you is that it is in another galaxy and unless you have hyperdrive capabilities, you'll never reach there in your lifetime."
A long pause before he spoke again. "That a fact."
"Dr. Weir," one of the rangers stood behind her. "I've contacted the ranger on Atlantis and he's given us the location."
"Thank you." She took a deep breath. "Commander Cain, we'll escort you to Atlantis."
"I figured you didn't know where it was."
"I didn't. But the people I'm helping, they have some very good sources."
"He's thinking about it," Lyta informed her.
"Tell me, are there other Earth people on Atlantis?"
"Hmmm. Alright then, lead the way."
"You heard the man," she told her crew.
Hours later they reached the new planet. It wasn't one her staff had discussed with her and she was glad they'd taken such precautions. If she'd taken by the replicators, they could have destroyed the city and her people.
"There's another ship in orbit. Two." The ranger glanced at her for instruction.
"The Apollo and the Deadalus." She sat back in her chair certain the two colonels would be shaken by the appearance of a supposedly replicator ship and one unknown to them.
"We're receiving signals from the ships and the city below."
"Let me hear them."
"This is Colonel Abe Ellis of the Apollo,"
"This is Colonel Steven Caldwell of the Deadalus,"
"This is Colonel Samantha Carter,"
Colonel Carter? Now she was a surprise replacement for the city, Weir mused.
"Can we reply so they all can hear?"
The Ranger nodded.
"This is Dr. Elizabeth Weir,"