Chapter 1: A Visitor
Chapter 1: A Visitor
-] September 28th – 2015 [-
“Man! I’m so bored! The Nathan Drake Collection is taking so damn long to come out! It’s not fair!” I cried out in mental agony.
I had just finished playing the complete Mass Effect trilogy for the fourth time and by now I was completely sick of playing the games to pass the time until the Uncharted collection was released. I had also watched all 6 Star Wars movies, the Clone Wars series, all of Stargate SG-1 seasons, watched some Naruto, Lie to Me, Fringe, played a few Final Fantasy games, some Dragon Age 2, Black Ops 2 and I was still bored!
“I’ll go for a walk. That always helps,” I said to my empty house. The house didn’t reply back, but I wasn’t expecting it to. And so with that declaration, I got off the couch, picked up my cracked iPhone, earphones and wallet, and walked out the door.
-] In an alternate reality, observing Jack O’Neil [-
A single entity, known as an Ancient, watched as Jack sat on the edge of a small bed, turning a gun in his hands.
The Ancient, a young woman with flame red waist length hair with two side plats and large, round glasses, watched this silent interaction between man and gun. She wore simple white robes.
‘He’s been doing that for three hours now. I still wonder why Lady Amaterasu wanted me to watch this guy. He’s just moping around. She didn’t even tell me why he was so depressed,’ the woman wondered to herself. She looked around the room and saw that it belonged to a child. Or did.
‘I guess the kid died and that’s what this guy’s sad about,’ she thought as she turned back to the man, only to see him shove the pistol into his mouth and pull the trigger. There was a loud bang.
‘Oh god!’ the Ancient thought as she recoiled from the sight in front of her. ‘L-Lady Amaterasu will want to know about this!’ She then disappeared into thin air, just as a second, blonde woman, came rushing in and began to cry out in pain and sadness.
The Ancient materialised onto a small patio at the beach. There was currently a sunset and the red, orange and yellow colours were splayed all over the sky.
The red haired woman looked around to see another woman wearing white robes. However her hair was pure white, wavy, and reached down to her waist. She was currently sitting at a small glass table on the patio and was sipping what looked like tea.
“M-My Lady,” the first woman stuttered as she walked up to the second one. The white haired lady looked around and as she saw her, she smiled softly.
“Matsu, is something the matter?” she asked in a young, lilting voice. She sounded quite young, but her body said another. As she stood up to face the red haired Ancient, it became clear how very curvy her body was. Even though the loose robes on her created quite a bit of modesty, her E-cup breasts still pressed up against her robe quite a bit. But she was short, only 5’3”. She had azure blue eyes and her heart shaped, kind face showed off her flawless milky white skin. Overall she was extremely beautiful, like an angel.
“My Lady... the man you wished me to keep an eye on this morning... he, uh...,” Matsu stumbled clumsily, not entirely sure on how to phrase what she had just seen.
“Did something happen to Jack O’Neil?” Amaterasu asked. Matsu nodded.
“He, uhh... shot himself. He’s dead,” Matsu replied.
Amaterasu’s eyes widened in shock and began to pace back and forth. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shity, shit, shit, shit, damn, fuck, crap, shit! This is not good. Not good at all. I don’t suppose the Others tried to interfere?” she asked before shaking her head. “Of course they didn’t. Despite the dangers that loom on the horizon, they still just stand by like a bunch of blowhard jackasses while the one man that matters the most in this galaxy for the next 15 years, dies. Idiots!” She then calmed down and took a deep breath.
“Ok. I’m going to go see an old friend to see if he can help me locate a replacement,” Amaterasu said. “You continue to observe Terra and let me know if any new developments happen. I’ll most likely be searching for the new recruit in another reality, so you can reach me on my phone,” she explained as she held up what looked like a white iPhone 5.
“Gotcha my Lady,” Matsu replied as she dug into one of her pockets and pulled out a black iPhone 4.
“Very good,” Amaterasu replied before they both vanished.
The white haired woman materialised inside a large building, in front of a giant red skinned ogre sitting in front of a desk, going through a large stack of paperwork.
“Hello King Yemma,” she called out. The ogre looked over his latest paperwork stack and spotted the woman.
“Oh, hello there Amaterasu. Don’t usually see you round here in these parts. In fact, you’re the only Ancient powerful enough to get here by yourself. I assume it’s about Jack O’Neil?” King Yemma asked.
“How did you know?” the white haired Ancient asked.
“He checked in not two minutes before you showed up. He’s already on his way to heaven,” the King explained.
“Well, I need a replacement for him. You know how important Jack is to my Milky Way galaxy,” she said. “I just need a human.”
“Why a human? Wouldn’t a saiyan be better? Like one of Goku’s descendants?” Yemma asked.
“Nah, they are needed right where they are. Besides, getting one would be seriously overkill for this job. I need someone fresh and new. Someone like...”
-] Back with Me [-
I sneezed loudly as I walked back home in the sunset. “Crap. Someone’s talking about me,” I muttered as I blocked one nostril and blew hard through my nose while leaning off to the side, ridding all the snot that sneeze had dislodged before doing the same with the other nostril. Hey, it’s nasty, I know, but it needs to be done and I didn’t have anything to blow it on except for the lawn next to me.
I stopped for a moment to look at the beginnings of a brilliant sunset. I loved sunsets. And thunderstorms. And sexy women, but who doesn’t? Except for gay guys and I was certainly not gay.
“I could go for a juice right about now. I wonder if the IGA supermarket is still open?” I said to myself. Yeah, I did talk to myself. It’s not like I had a beautiful girlfriend to say these things to.
So I turned my back to the young sunset and made my way to the shop.
-] Back with Amaterasu [-
Amaterasu moved invisible through the lands of the Earth she was directed to by King Yemma. This Earth was your average Joe Earth with average humans. It had been a very long time since anyone worthy enough to be called a hero had come along. Oh sure, there were the usual soldier heroes for saving a kid from some crossfire, or the firefighters who saved a family form their burning house, but no-one who could say that they had saved the world, or even saved their nation from some evil. The Stargate network, the Ancients, the Goa’uld, the Ori; they didn’t exist here.
“It seems that this city is no good either. Why did King Yemma send me to find Jack’s replacement from this Earth?” Amaterasu sighed. But as she was about to teleport to the next area on her mental list, she spotted a person walking out of a shop sipping a box juice of Ribena.
“Who’s that?” she wondered out loud, even though no-one could hear her thanks to her being phased out. She floated down to get a closer look.
The person in question was a man of about 27 years old. He sported short black hair that stuck up just a bit. He had brown eyes, an uneven stubble on his face, was slightly overweight, bout 5’11” tall and wore charcoal grey jeans with a black leather belt, a red t-shirt with a black and white decal on the front, a black leather jacket, cheap black boots and a real silver Vincent Valentine Cerberus pendant around his neck. As the gorgeous Ancient observed this human, he took a large swig of the Ribena through the straw. He looked like the average unemployed guy.
Amaterasu used her powers to access his memories, to get a feel of what he was like. She just skimmed them to find out his personality as looking directly into someone’s memories was a large violation of a person. But if you skimmed, then you weren’t violating them.
It seemed that the man’s name was Josh Kitsuné. He had changed his name a few years ago as he disliked his original one. He had grown up in an unstable parental relationship. At three years old his parents split up and he stayed mostly with his mother for the next 10 years, visiting his father on weekends and holidays. His mother moved around the place, at first staying within the city the boy was born in, but gradually moving further and further away.
She met a new man over the phone and they fell in love. Josh was then pulled along to moving 400km away from his home city to meet his step father. Unlike other relationships with step-parents, where the child would always remain distrustful, the two got along instantly and were best friends. The man had two daughters, whom the boy also got along with very well.
More moving around before the next half of an agreement the child was unaware of came into phase. At age thirteen he was to be given over to his dad for the next 10 years until he could choose for himself where to go. The child was dreadfully sad on his first night away from his mother, and cried for a long time as he looked into the starry night before finally crying himself to sleep-
Amaterasu shook her head. Sometimes a particularly strong memory would jump out and remain in the scanner’s mind for the whole memory before moving onto the others. She refocused and continued.
The times spent with the boy’s father were some of the loneliest times of his life. Within two years, his mother had come to rest her feet in a faraway place on the other side of the country. She invited her son over for Christmas and found out what kind of life her child was having. An unhappy life. So she invited him to stay with her and the step-dad. The boy agreed.
After three months of him transferring over to his mother’s, his father died of diabetes and lung cancer from smoking.
His high school memories were confusing at times. At one point he thought he had found love, but it turned out to be just a fling. Then he moved to the nearby capital city for collage, and again, thought he had found love. But the girl betrayed him, sending him into a subtle depression he was only just beginning to break away from.
He finished Year 12 despite skipping two thirds of it with his best friend, and spent the next nine years switching from studying and trying to find work. Throughout this time he didn’t know what to do with his life. He started up writing; fanfictions at first, before writing the beginnings of his first original novel. Within this time he received a nice inheritance, but the money quickly disappeared. Some went on building a deck at his parent’s house. Some of it went on a trip around his country which only reached a quarter of the way round. And the rest went on buying things, both for himself and others.
And that was where he was currently at the present. He seemed to be a completely normal 27 year old young man. His personality was loving and caring. He was trusting, maybe a bit too trusting at times, and had a great sense of humour. He was generous, but tended to procrastinate often. He was quite the pervert, but remained gentlemanly and respectful in his opinion of women. A total okatu. And yet...
“There’s something about him,” Amaterasu murmured to herself as she watched the man, who by now had reached his home, a small unit that comprised of a very small kitchen, lounge room which had the bed on the far side next to the window, the bedroom which was used as a spare bedroom for when his step-father would come stay the night and watch anime with Josh, and a small bathroom. There was a large TV screen in front of a couch and coffee table, to which his computer and gaming consoles were hooked up to and a large speaker setup. A small pile of dishes were placed on a table alongside his bed, and his computer, a large, powerful but outdated laptop, gently hummed away. Currently the desktop wallpaper was showing on his TV; a picture of a giant cigar shaped ship where if she looked closely, she could see an insignia and four letters over the top painted on the back near the engines, ‘UNSC’.
“I guess I should do the dishes before making dinner,” Josh said to himself before picking up the stack of dirty dishes and moving to the kitchen. Amaterasu followed him unknowingly. It really was a small kitchen.
“Man, I’ve been here for almost four years and I still think this is a tiny kitchen. I need space when cooking and doing the stuff you usually do in a kitchen,” he muttered to himself. He then stopped and moved out of the kitchen, unknowingly walking right through Amaterasu, who was still out of phase.
Josh selected the iTunes window and pressed play before moving back to the kitchen. “This is better,” he smiled as some classic rock flowed out of the speakers. As Josh beatboxed along while washing the dishes, Amaterasu found herself nodding to the music. She was surprised at first, but after awhile she wasn’t. It really was a good song. (Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix)
After the dishes were done, he began his dinner preparation which was a tub of fresh premade bolognaise sauce, pasta and cheese mixed together. As soon as the water was boiling and the pasta was in, he moved over to the couch and reached for his own black screen iPhone 6 Plus. Setting the timer, he sat on the couch and clicked a new window, showing the contents of a large hard drive. After several clicks he had opened a video file and settled back to watch it. Amaterasu floated into the room to see the kind of video displayed, and blinked in shock.
There, on the screen, was the title Stargate SG-1. She was shocked at seeing the title, but she was even more shocked to hear what Josh said.
“Guess I’ll watch SG-1 kick ass to Apophis again,” sighed Josh.
‘This boy knows about SG-1?’ Amaterasu thought. ‘How much?’ She delved into Josh’s mind, but this time looking directly for any info pertaining to the legendary team of SG-1. And she found a lot. Even though it was only a TV show, almost every moment of it was the same. And he was armed with the precise knowledge of every major event in the next 12 years for the Milky Way galaxy in her universe, as well as the knowledge of five years in the Pegasus Galaxy after Jack would have become General. She grinned. “Now I understand. Yammu you old fox you,” she said.
She then decided that this man would be the one to lead and guide SG-1 through their missions. She began to get hopeful and excited. She then looked down at her white robe. “I can’t meet him wearing this. He’ll think that I’m a religious nut,” she giggled. She then whisked outside to prepare.
-] Back with Josh [-
I sighed as I brought up the video file that was the Pilot episode of Stargate SG-1, also known as ‘Children of the Gods’. I really had nothing better to watch. I had only recently watched the Atlantis spin-off and there was no way in hell he was going to watch the crap that was Universe. I yawned, debating on whether I should have a coffee or not. A coffee would keep me awake for dinner, but would keep me awake until 2 in the morning. But if I didn’t have one, then I would probably feel like going to sleep before dinner was done.
“Coffee it is!” I said dramatically. I got out of bed and moved back into the very small kitchen. I flicked on the kettle and I was about to prepare the first stages of my caffeine charge, when someone knocked on the door.
“Wonder who that is at this hour?” I muttered as I dropped the teaspoon and walked over to the door, turning the music off on the way. I opened it.
“Hell......o?” I trailed off at the sight of what, or rather, who, was in front of me.
The person standing in front of me was exceedingly beautiful. More beautiful than any other woman I had ever seen before. She had wavy pure white hair that reached all the way down to her waist. Azure blue eyes set into a young looking heart shaped face gazed at me. She was shorter than me, bout 5’3”, and she had smooth looking milky white skin. Her lips were shaded in a glossy lavender pink lipstick.
She wore a beige long sleeved top with a loose turtle neck that was tight around her breasts, I judged them to be an E-cup, and a chocolate brown maxi pencil skirt that was very form fitting at the top but slightly looser than normal on the lower half. On her feet she wore light brown high heeled sandals. She looked like a secretary for some very famous fashion company.
‘What’s a woman like her doing outside my room?’ I thought to myself. ‘Maybe a new rental agent for the property? I didn’t see a letter about that. The last one was cute but nowhere near as gorgeous as this one.’
“Uhh, hello there. I’m Josh Kitsuné. Is there something I can help you with?” I asked kindly but curiously, swallowing once as my eyes darted over her large breasts quickly.
She smiled, and my legs almost gave out on me. “Yes, there is. Can I come inside?” she asked.
“Uhhh,” I stalled as I peeked behind me to see the state of my room. It wasn’t its usual messiness, but you could never be too neat and tidy when it came to women. Especially the ones that looked like they were sent from heaven. “Sure... I guess.” I stepped out of the way to let her in.
“Thank you,” she nodded at me and walked past me. I got a whiff of her and smiled. ‘She sure smells nice,’ I thought to myself. I closed the door and was about to offer her a seat when the sound of water boiling furiously caught my ears.
“Uh, would you like a coffee? Or maybe some tea?” I offered as I cleared a chair for her to sit in.
“Some tea would be wonderful. You wouldn’t have any camomile, would you?” she asked.
“Actually, I do,” I replied as I fished out a tea bag and mug from the cupboard, made her tea and my coffee and gave her the cup.
“Thank you Josh,” she said as I placed my coffee on the table and sat on the bed.
“You’re very welcome,” I smiled though I was still baffled by why she was here. “So, umm... what can I do for you Miss.. uh...?” I realised that I didn’t even know her name.
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Amaterasu, but you can call me Amy,” she introduced.
“...Amaterasu. As in the name of the Japanese Shinto Sun Goddess Amaterasu?” I asked.
“That’s right,” she smiled. “You know your mythology it seems.”
‘Yeah right. She should be named Aphrodite,’ I thought to myself. “I’ve always been interested in myths,” I added out loud. ‘I wonder if she’s selling something, and the company are hoping to use her looks to help sell whatever it is they’re selling. If so, I’d fucking sell my soul ten times over to have her in my life as a constant.’
“Well, I’m actually what you would call and Ancient. I don’t come from this universe. I come from a similar one where a very important man has just died and I need someone’s help to replace them as he was the most important man in my galaxy for the next 15 years; instrumental in the survival of the galaxy.”
I blinked once, twice, three times.
“I know this all sounds so fantastic and unbelievable, but it’s the truth,” she said in a very serious tone.
‘Wow... she’s completely bonkers. Never would have thought that from someone as beautiful as her. I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover,’ I thought.
“Ok... can you prove to me that you’re Lantian? Or an Ancient? Or whatever you’re called,” I asked, thinking that I had her caught out.
She nodded and my eyes widened as she turned into glowing white energy. “Holy shit! You really are an Ancient!” I gasped as the energy condensed back into her former form. “And you’re really...” I swallowed hard. “The Amaterasu? Not that Goa’uld ripoff?”
“That’s right,” she nodded.
I suddenly felt unworthy to be in her presence. Here was, literally, the Shinto Sun Goddess, sitting in my room and drinking my tea. And she was dressed like a totally normal person. She even acted like a normal woman.
“W-well,” I stuttered before swallowing my sudden nerves. Not an easy feat. “Why are you here then? In my house. Talking to me.”
“Because I need your help in saving my galaxy,” she replied.
“You need my help?” I asked, completely shocked for the third time today.
“Yes. I believe you are the one who will command the greatest team in the galaxy and save it time and again,” she said.
“Me? Command a team that saves the galaxy? Yeah, in my dreams,” I muttered the last part.
“It’s true. I can sense that you can become a strong leader, someone who can command respect from his subordinates. Someone who will stay strong and brave against any odds. I know that you are this person,” Amy urged me.
“Oh come on! I’m just a poor guy scraping his way through life. I’m not even working at the moment! I can’t become someone like that! As much as I want to help you and get away from this life, you’ve got the wrong guy. I’ll just end up disappointing you. I’ll fail,” I said, my voice getting softer and softer until I just whispered the end bit. I hung my head slightly, wondering how on earth she could see these qualities inside of me when they don’t even exist.
A pair of soft hands placed themselves on my face and I looked up to see her large, azure blue eyes gaze right into me. I could see nothing but trust in them. “How can you trust me so much, when I haven’t done anything remotely close to what you’re describing?”
“Because I see it within you. You are brave and strong in spirit. This is what I see in you. You’re just gonna have to trust me,” she smiled.
There was a lengthy pause.
“...Well, if you’re sure, then I guess I’ll help you. Now tell me the details.”
Amy smiled brilliantly and released her hands on my face as she sat down. I immediately missed the feel of her hands but now was not the time. I needed to learn exactly what was happening.
“Well, as you know, I am an Ancient. Therefore I come from a universe that has Stargates seeded throughout the many galaxies. I’ve been able to see roughly 30 years into the future, and I see SG-1 save the galaxy time and time again.”
“So SG-1 really does exist,” I asked.
“That’s right. Jack O’Neil, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal’c, General Hammond, Jonas Quinn, Janet Fraiser, Walter, Bra’tac, Jacob, Selmak, Apophis, Anubis, Ba’al and the others are real in my universe.”
“Wow... I wonder if they look alike to the Stargate SG-1 actors here,” I wondered.
“They do. It’s quite funny really. In my world they are saving the galaxy and in yours they are actors in a TV series about the exact same thing. I guess that’s the Multiverse for you. I’m thinking it has to do with the bleed through effect present in all alternate realities,” she giggled.
“I guess it is,” I replied, smiling. “So who died?”
Amy was silent for a moment. “Jack O’Neil.”
“What!?” I exclaimed. “Jack died? How?”
“After his son shot himself with Jack’s gun by accident, Jack went into a deep depression. I assigned another Ancient to observe him. However the loss was too much for him to bear, and so he shot himself through the head. I completely did not expect that at all.”
I was shocked. To think that Jack O’Neil actually did that. I always thought he was stronger than that. Then again, he was willing to blow himself up with the nuke in the movie. “This is a lot to take in, Amy. You’re saying that I have to take command of the SG-1?”
“That’s right,” Amy replied.
“But I don’t have the physical or mental training needed to become a soldier,” I said.
“Don’t worry about that. I can take care of that in the time it’ll take you to get signed up with General West for the mission,” she assured.
“Really? ....sweet,” I grinned.
“See,” Amy grinned as she pushed me in a friendly manner. “You’re getting into it now. Already you’re displaying bravery in thinking about leading SG-1 and all the adventures you’ll be going on.”
“Sure, now I am. I’m sure, when the time comes, I’ll be screaming like a little sissy,” I replied, causing the white haired Ancient to giggle.
“So what kind of training will I get?” I asked.
She tapped me on the nose and winked at me, an action I found to be very cute. “You’ll see soon enough.”
I blushed and gave a shy smile, before a thought came to me. “Can’t you do all this yourself?” I asked. “Not that I don’t want to help you, but... you see where I’m going with this?”
“I do. We Ancients still have our highest law of no direct interference. We don’t want to become gods after all, even though we are still viewed as such. But by getting a human from another universe, giving him the tools and plonking him in our universe, I can work my way around that rule. I don’t want to sit by and watch everyone in my universe to essentially become a slave to the Goa’uld, or the Replicators, or our Ori brothers and sisters. That is why I don’t do this myself,” she explained.
“I see. Good loophole that,” I grinned.
“It sure is. Now, before we go, is there anything you would like to change about yourself? I will need you to be fit and capable of physical fighting, obviously,” she asked.
“Well I would like to be muscled and strong, like a ninja. Can you change my physique to the type Ryu Hayabusa has?” I asked. She nodded and placed her hands on my chest. She began to glow with light and, in turn, so did I. I didn’t feel anything throughout the whole process. But when it was all over, my clothes now hung on my very fit body. They were way too big for me.
“Damn. Now I’ll need to buy new clothes,” I sighed as I ran my hand over my opposite bicep, and was very impressed. It was firm and big, but not like a bodybuilder. Like a ninja’s. Perfect.
“Sweet!” I exclaimed before I dashed over to the mirror in my bathroom, holding up my pants as I did so. I looked into the mirror and gasped at the major changes. My face was no longer round and pudgy, but sharp, angled and very handsome. My stubble beard was now completely even and my hairstyle now suited me. “Wow! I look so freaking awesome!” I tied my pants up tighter and walked out again. “Thanks so much Amy.”
“No problem. You’re helping me a lot by taking up the task so it’s the least I could do,” she smiled. “Is there anything you want to bring?”
“Is there a house where we are going? Somewhere on Earth?” I asked.
“Yes, there is a house where we’ll be staying at. It’s the house that Jack gets after becoming a permanent team member in SG-1, in Colorado Springs near Cheyenne Mountain. You’ll also have a substantial bank account balance for anything you may need to buy,” Amy said.
“Wow. Well then can we just transport everything here to the house?” I asked.
“You’ll only need to take personal things; items you want to take, not need. The house is already fitted with everything needed to live. We can shop for clothes there as well,” she said.
After half an hour of listing all the things I wanted to take with me to Amy (watching everything she touched beam away in a flash of white light) I was ready. “So what happens now?” I asked.
“Take my hand,” she replied and held out her right hand. I looked around at my room before taking her soft hand.
It would be the last time I would ever see that room again.