Disclaimer: Wouldn’t it be nice if I owned stuff? Hah, don’t I wish!
Author’s Notes: Spoilers though the end of Season 7 Stargate. Oh, and try to guess the cross before you get to the bottom. It shouldn’t be hard. Also, I know that the viewpoint shift in the middle is rather abrupt, but I couldn’t figure out how else to do it. Oh, and I’m assuming that the Ancients are the ancestors of modern humans, which “Frozen” (S7) seems to bear out.
Summary: What if the Lost City that SG1 found at the end of season 7 had held something entirely different?
“Alright people, fire up those engines and get this bird in the air!” General George Hammond was having a lousy day, mostly due to the thirty ship Goa’uld attack fleet bearing down on Earth, a fleet that would probably roll right over the defending forces under his command. Ah, well, he’d never liked the idea of dying in bed anyway. At least the president had given him command of Prometheus and her fighters, so he could actually get off the sidelines for a change. And who knew, maybe he could take some of the bastards down with him.
“Sir, deep space sensors are showing five more ships coming out of hyperspace. I don’t recognize the sensor profiles, but their heading matches with SG1's target world.” Could it be? Had SG1 pulled off one of its patented last minute saves? Hammond had to find out.
“Can you get a signal? Is it SG1?”
“Aye sir, signal coming through”, sergeant Davis replied, “oh, it’s Colonal O’Neill, alright. I’ll put him on the speakers.”
“General! How ya doing?” Hammond could hear the grin in O’Neill’s voice. Something told him he should have packed more aspirin, even if O’Neill’s tone indicated good news. “We’re back, and we’ve got some really sweet firepower. By the way, your oldest grandson is about twenty-four, right?”
“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” Hammond asked, suspicious.
“Well, then I think you’ll recognize what we brought. It looks like the Goa’uld aren’t the only ones with a bit of racial memory. Seems we’ve got a bit of leftover from the Ancients. I’d put Carter on to explain it, but I don’t think we’ve got all day.”
“Hey!” Carter’s injured tone cut in. “I still think that the-“
”What do you mean, racial memory?” Hammond interrupted before Carter could get up a head of steam.
“Well,” O’Neill replied, “let’s just say that we’re about to do something that no modern human has attempted outside of a cartoon. It’ll be easier if I just show you.”
Colonel O’Neill cut communications with Prometheus and brought up his little squadron. “Everybody ready?”
“Ready to go, sir!” came Carter’s reply.
“I am ready, O’Neill.” Teal’c said in a voice that betrayed his eagerness to attack.
“Ready Jack!” Daniel, chomping at the bit.
“It is time, O’Neill.” Of them all, only Bra’tac’s voice was calm. On the other hand, he’d seen more fights than the entire SGC put together, so maybe that was to be expected.
“This still feels silly,” O’Neill muttered, then in a louder voice “Let’s do this.”
“ Activate interlocks”
“Megathrusters are go!”
The five ships glowed, each in a different colour, and resolved themselves into the forms of lions. O’Neill, in the largest, black lion led the way, followed closely by Teal’c and Carter, whose lions were yellow and blue, respectively. Daniel and Bra’tac brought up the rear with their comparatively small green and red lions.
“Form feet and legs!” O’Neill’s voice rang out as Yellow Lion and Blue Lion reconfigured themselves and docked with Black lion, merging with its rear legs.
“Form arms and torso!” Red Lion and Green Lion now approached, clamping onto Black Lions forelegs.
“And I’ll form the head.” Black Lion roared silently into the vacuum of space, locking its jaws open and rotating its head forward by ninety degrees, revealing a familiar face which made Hammond’s jaw drop when it appeared on Prometheus’ viewscreen.
Voltron, defender of the universe, descended on the hapless Goa’uld.