Stargate: 1939 (Updated 8/31/09)

CaptainChewbacca · Post by **CaptainChewbacca** » 2007-04-12 01:46am

This fic has been bouncing around my mind for many years, and it is my hope that if I start it, I will force myself to continue writing and developing it.

***
American military train, southern Nevada. June 10th, 1939

Rail was a dismal way to travel. The passenger on the train shifted uncomfortably, and sighed. There was no question that ever since railroad travel had been developed over a hundred years ago, nobody had enjoyed it. Certainly nations prospered from their mastery of the rails, and it had opened the American west and the Russian east alike, but sitting in a small wooden room for five days was nobody's idea of comfort. He couldn't even walk around to stretch his legs, because if he did he would simply fall over.

He looked at the newspaper again and sighed. The Nazis seemed to be growing restless again, and he had a feeling war was about to erupt all over again. Having fled his home some seven years ago, he had tried to stay out of things, but his increasing demands that something be done had attracted some attention, and just one week ago some government gentlemen in military uniforms had shown up at his house and asked him if he wouldn't mind consulting on a project of some special importance. Project: Solomon was the name, though he couldn't see any particular abundance of reason in te leadership of it. From the brief notes they had given him, it was all very sketchy as to what they even wanted him to do.

A screech of the breaks and a not-so-gentle jolt brought him out of his reflection, and the door opened. "We are here, sir. I'll meet you on the platform with your bags." He stretched and moaned, his joints creaking in his old age. He felt all of his seventy years, he had seen quite a bit in his time. He stepped out onto the platform, squinting in the early morning desert light. There was a tall, distinguished looking man on the platform, undoubtedly the project director he was supposed to meet. "Doctor Langford, sir!" He called out over the engine noise. "I'm pleased to meet you."

Langford held out his hand and grinned. "And you too, Doctor Einstein. Welcome to Project Solomon."

***
Hawthorne Naval Ammunition Depot, western Nevada

"And you say you found it in Giza in 1928? I've never heard anything about this!" The doctors Einstein and Langford were going back and forth during Langford's personal tour of the installation.

"That's because we kept it quiet, Doctor Einstein."

"Please, call me Albert."

"Only if you call me John."

"Fair enough." They laughed, as they walked down the hallways. "What I don't understand, John, is why I'm here. I'm no archaeologist, I'm a physicist, and I'm not a military man, either."

"No, no, that's not right!" Came an angry voice from an open door. As they peaked in, they saw a team of academics furiously leafing through books and peering at a large slateboard covered in egyptian Heiroglyphs, while a man in his late thirties wearing a tweed coat furiously crossed out translations. The board read "YEAR 10 OF KING ?, SKY, RA, THE SUN DISK, COFFIN, DOOR TO HEAVEN."

"This is Doctor Henry Jones, another consultant the Army contracted for project Solomon. He's an expert in ancient languages and matters of antiquity." Langford nodded at Jones' direction.

"Pleased to meet you, Doctor Jones." Einstein didn't know why, but he felt an instant like for the man.

"Hey, hang on, I'm onto something here." Henry Jones barely turned around. "This is practically backwards! It’s all wrong. What did you use, Budge? Why do they keep reprinting his books?" He started scribbling on the board. "That’s a curious word to use 'qebeh.' Then an adverbial sedjem-en-ef with a cleft subject 'sealed and buried'," He looked over at the men "NOT coffin." He continued working "Not 'Forever to eternity – for all time'," he crossed out and rewrote a section. "You really should have gotten that one." he smirked at the other schollars." He stepped back "This should read, A MILLION YEARS INTO THE SKY IS RA, SUN GOD. SEALED AND BURIED FOR ALL TIME HIS…" He crossed out the last few symbols "It’s not DOOR to HEAVEN. The proper translation is…STARGATE."

Einstein and Jones looked at Langford, and at the same time asked "What's a Stargate?"

***
Neu Schwabia, Antarctica

The Third German Antarctic expedition was proceeding very well. Already the reconnassance flights were gathering more data about he continent than any other expedition in history. As one of the Dornier Wal craft landed, the pilot waved wildly at the expedition leader. "Herr Richter! Herr Richter!" The pilot was grinning as he climbed out of his plane. "During my flight over grid I-14, I spotted a large fissure with what appeared to be metal inside. A large piece, maybe another aircraft."

"Are you sure, son? There's alot of ice down there to dazzle you."

The pilot shook his head. "No sir, I recommend we take the seaplane too McMurdo sound, land, and take a look. If there's someone else flying planes at the bottom of the world, we ought to find out."

"Very well, we'll go after the next storm." Alfred Richter looked at the sky "Its sure to be a big one."

Crazedwraith · Post by **Crazedwraith** » 2007-04-12 05:51am

Is that Henry Jones .... or Henry Jones Jr.?

In either case, this is awesome and more should be written post haste.

EDIT: Wait I saw the thirties bit. It's Indy.

TimothyC · Post by **TimothyC** » 2007-04-12 08:27am

Crazedwraith wrote:Is that Henry Jones .... or Henry Jones Jr.?

In either case, this is awesome and more should be written post haste.

EDIT: Wait I saw the thirties bit. It's Indy.

I missed that the first time.

That makes this even better!

MKSheppard · Post by **MKSheppard** » 2007-04-12 07:35pm

Ford Prefect · Post by **Ford Prefect** » 2007-04-12 07:52pm

Captain ... holy shit. This is the single greatest idea ever.

Vehrec · Post by **Vehrec** » 2007-04-12 08:20pm

MKSheppard wrote:MOAR

I Agree With Shep! Much much Moar monkey man! Do not spare the wookie! Get Einstein cracking!

Academia Nut · Post by **Academia Nut** » 2007-04-12 09:34pm

Einstein with a working wormhole to study?

The Manhattan Project with naquadah?

Nazis in Spacespacespacespace?

And Dr. Henry "I've Killed More Nazis than the French" Jones going artifact hunting throughout the galaxy?

Can I say "Fuck yes!"

Also, you will have to use this classic Stargate line at some point "What kind of archaeologist goes around armed... okay, bad example."

FaxModem1 · Post by **FaxModem1** » 2007-04-12 10:35pm

Oh, you gotta continue this one, it looks like its going to be good.

Instant Sunrise · Post by **Instant Sunrise** » 2007-04-13 03:00am

Truly, I have been bested of the title "Most Badass Stargate Crossover." I salute you good sir.

Now post more.

CaptainChewbacca · Post by **CaptainChewbacca** » 2007-04-13 04:21am

Hawthorne NAD

Professor Langford strode quickly through the halls, the seriousness of his walk seemed to draw underlings into his wake like minnows after a shark. It had been three weeks since the doctors Einstein and Jones, or the powerful pair as the other researchers called them, had started working on Project Solomon, and according to their dispatch, they had had a breakthrough. He stepped into a room marked SECONDARY COLD STORAGE LOWER LEVEL, which had been completely annexed by the doctors in the name of "proper working space" as Einstein called it. And indeed, the entire room was covered in papers, charts, graphs, and in a few places projector screens displayed images on the walls.

The two doctors had been so forceful in their insistence and personalities that they simply commendeered people from other parts of the project. As alike as they were in temperament, though, Professor Langford marveled at their different styles. When Doctor Jones (Indiana to his friends) worked on a problem he was like a dog with a bone, gnawing and wearing away at it until he had it solved, riffling through papers and scribbling notes, as if he could beat the problem by force of will. Einstein would simply stare into space. He would pace and smoke his pipe, with a far-off look in his eyes, simply letting his mind turn on its own until it gave him what he wanted. Right now, though, both men were smiling and looking towards the door.

"Well, gentlemen, what do you have for me?" Langford walked in and started studying the pile of doccuments on the tables. "And why is it so cold in here?"

"That was Henry's idea, John," the old man chuckled. "I kept dozing off in my chair, so he set the heat to fifty farenheit. It certainly makes one stay active."

"It sure does." Indiana walked over to one of the projections on the wall. "This, is the main script on the capstone of the well you recovered in 1938. I am confident that these six symbols, here, are not from any language or alphabet on earth. And that was the key to it all."

"Not understanding them is the key, Doctor Jones?"

"It is indeed, John." Einstein turned another projector on, and a starfield appeared next to the first projection. "This, here, is Orion." He drew on the wall, connecting several of the stars. "Simple, and unmistakable." He nodded, and another researcher turned off the projector. "It is also, identical to the first symbol in the column. The symbols on the tablets were not words. They were constellations. Put together in a specific and unique order, forming an address."

Langford was skeptical "An 'address'? You mean coordinates?"

"Exactly." Indiana walked back to the table. "The centerpiece of the tablets holds the key." He started to draw out the cartouche "This cartouche is a map. What we have here are the seven points to outline a course to a destination."

"Seven?"

"Yes, seven." Indiana drew six points and began to connect them, placing each by a constellation. "In order to find a destination in any three dimensional space we need to find two points to determine exact height, two points for width, and two points for depth. Those points are indicated here…"

"You said you needed seven points? You've only got six." Langford could feel where it was going, but skepticism was always necessary.

"Yes." He drew a seventh point and connected it to the center of the intersections. "While these symbols give us our destination, in order to chart our course we must have a point of origin." He looked at Langford and smiled. "X marks the spot."

"That seventh symbol isn't anywhere on the device, Doctor Jones." A voice echoed into the room, and the sound of heads whipping around was practically audible.

"Major Hanneken, this is a surprise." Langford shook his hand. "The good doctors here were just telling me that they seem to have figured the device out."

"I heard." Major Hanneken nodded to the two doctors. "Its all very impressive work, but I'm afraid that it doesn't quite wash."

"You know, sir," Indiana scratched his head. "I've been working with photographs and rubbings for three weeks. If I could get a look at this Stargate, maybe we could figure this out."

"You make a good point." Hanneken took a step towards the door. "Grab your notes, they're trying to turn it on again, and I'm here to invite you." As the scientists all scrambled to pick up the most important notes, the major caught Einstein's eye "Great minds seem to think alike."

*Blast Bunker 3, Hawthorne NAD

The ring was huge. Of course, Indy had expected it to be, given the size of the capstones. Still, a large silver rink twenty feet wide that was rumbling and spewing steam was downright hellacious. Four strong men were spinning the inner ring around its track, locking the symbols into place and causing more of the chevrons around the circle to glow. There's nine of them, but only seven symbols. I wonder what the other two are for... maybe time travel. He laughed at his own joke, though there was nothing much sillier about time travel than a door to heaven.

The noise was deafening, and Professor Langford had to shout to be heard. "We've only ever gotten the device up to five symbols. Last time we blew out the generators and killed two men, but Doctor Einstein seems to think that using direct current will keep that in check."

They turned to watch as a senior technician called out. "Fifth Chevron locked." The shaking was getting more and more violent. "Sixth Chevron locked!" the wheel spun smoother now, as it surged with power. "Seventh Chev-" Before he could finish, a massive torrent of water surged from the stargate. Everyone in the room ducked, but the water only swirled out, and then back in the opposite direction, carving a four-foot hole in the stone wall behind it. "Everyone was silent, but two of the men who had been spinning the inner ring were on the ground, holding the smouldering wounds where arms and legs had once been.

"Great scott..." Albert Einstein's eyes went wide, and he prayed that his heart would stay strong. He studdied the ring of shimmering water, not water but some form of energy. It gave off no heat, no radiation any of the machines could detect, and he would just bet that what he was looking at was one of John Wheeler's "wormholes".

Indiana was similarly awestruck. Though he had seen quite a few wonders, this might even be better than a certain box he had last seen in the mediterranean.

"Recon team, go!" Langford shouted. They had prepared for this, for opening the door, and now his young protege was rushed in, bodily carried by two marines in his bulky diving suit. They set him at the foot of the ramp, and then they and four others began to spool out a heavy rope which was tied to him. Two more manned a pump which supplied air to his helmet, and everyone watched silently as another of America's great explorers walked up to, and through, the portal.

After a few seconds, there were three tugs on the rope. He was alive, and there was air on the other side. "Doctor Einstein, we're losing power!" A technician called out as a shower of sparks erupted from one of the generators. The portal flickered, but the rope and hose stayed fixed in nothing,hanging a few feet off the ground.

"Blast, not now!" Einstein went to the back with more speed than many expected. "Its that damn feedback, we're losing the generators. Tap into the base mainline, spool the cable by hand if you have to! If we loose this connection, we may not get it back." There was a mad scramble and flurry of fiber-coated cable, and just when the portal looked like it was about to shut off, it emerged strong. A radio console crackled.

"-thorne NAD, this is Lieutenant Littlefield, over. Can you hear me?" Littlefield wasn't a strictly military man, in fact Langford had pulled some strings to get him an academic commission so he could accompany him, but he had a sharp head on his shoulders. A technician at the board flipped a switch. "We can hear you, Lieutenant. Are you alright?"

Silence hung in the air for long moments. "-ts amazing, sir! Professor Langford, I'm standing inside something that looks alot like Khufu's pyramid. There's a big cylindrical device in here with a red crystal and symbols on it, it looks like a big radio knob for tuning the stargate. There's air here, too, and also-" but they wouldn't find out what was also there, because at that moment a massive surge blew out several more generators and the entire room plunged into darkness as the gate shut off.

"Lights! Get some lanterns in here!" Major Hanneken hollered "Just what the hell did you do to my lights, Professor Einstein?" The old man shrugged, sheepishly in the dim light.

"Major, sir!" A young private stuck his head in. "Its bad! We tapped into the state power grid, everything is out from Salt Lake to Vegas. We're trying our best."

Langford grabbed a lantern and walked over to the gate. He picked up the rope and hose, the ends as smooth as if cut by a glass knife. "We need that power back." He stood and looked back at the men. "And we're going to do it again."

***
Casablana, Morrocco

Two men sat at a cafe, drinking strong Moroccan coffee. They didn't trust each other, like each other, or necessarily respect each other, but things were difficult enough without at least TRYING to work together. "So you say my government found something in Antarctica, James?"

"Yes, Gunther." The man sipped his coffee and tried not to make a face. They didn't even put milk in it. "What's more, it seems to be very similar to something else you found in Egypt in 1930."

"That sounds like quite a coincidence. Truly, the world is a marvelous place." The second man kept an even tone, betraying nothing.

"In fact, someone else noticed that, and has ordered the Giza device to be pulled out of storage and shipped to Hamburg for further study. My organization would be willing to pay quite handsomely if it were to be mistakenly shipped to Bremen instead, and transferred to some relaible cargo handlers."

"That sounds to be workable, my friend, though some considerations would have to be taken." The german raised an eyebrow. He was no patriot, nor were his friends, but they all were aspiring powers, and power necessitated wealth to back it up.

James reached into a pocket and pulled out a small pouch, tossing it casually. Gunther looked inside, and chewed on the inside of his mouth. Diamonds from South Africa, all of excellent quality. "The cargo handlers will have three times that many for you when they get the device."

Gunther nodded, and stood. "One week." He left quickly, pressing some coins into the waiter's palm. James relaxed slightly and took another sip of coffee. God save the king.

Vehrec · Post by **Vehrec** » 2007-04-13 08:33am

Great Scott! What a demonstration! The Nazis won't be able to match this, that's for sure. They have a DHD after all! And how are they going to power the gate in 1939? Boulder Dam? Or will the Tennis Court pile not be the first nuclear reaction? Or will thye just get the DHD from the Brits?
Loved the description of Einstein's quiet turning of gears compared to Indy grinding them furriously.

Prozac the Robert · Post by **Prozac the Robert** » 2007-04-13 01:20pm

I like. Write more.

Edward Yee · Post by **Edward Yee** » 2007-04-13 05:08pm

As for those two technicians?

Enigma · Post by **Enigma** » 2007-04-13 06:00pm

What about the Tesla guy? Maybe he can introduce a new energy source?

Ford Prefect · Post by **Ford Prefect** » 2007-04-13 08:23pm

Enigma wrote:What about the Tesla guy? Maybe he can introduce a new energy source?

Don't even suggest that!

DrMckay · Post by **DrMckay** » 2007-04-13 08:42pm

Thank you for this. Looks great so far.

Post by **LadyTevar** » 2007-04-13 09:16pm

YES! Let's get Tesla in on this one!!!!

JME2 · Post by **JME2** » 2007-04-14 12:41am

This is absolutely kickass and one of the best fanfic ideas I've seen in quite some time. More!

Academia Nut · Post by **Academia Nut** » 2007-04-14 12:42am

Dear sweet Ra, if they bring in Tesla, who was still alive in this time frame, then can you imagine the damage he could do with a Stargate, which is superconducting? If Tesla is in this universe, then I wouldn't doubt for one moment that he would have been the real cause of the Tunguska Explosion. His engineering skill, combined with Einstein's theoretical genius and Indy's energy and capacity to cause chaos for the bad guys would be... wait... what's that I hear?

Oh, it's just the sound of Nazis and Goa'uld weeping for mercy. Carry on.

HSRTG · Post by **HSRTG** » 2007-04-14 02:49am

Ra isn't going to get nuked, but given the sheer amount of things that I can only classify as "Weird Shit" in the Indy-verse, I can only imagine what's about to happen to the poor snakehead. Oh, and I've got the Indiana Jones theme song ready for when Dr. Jones has to open his copious collection of cans of whoop-ass.

DrMckay · Post by **DrMckay** » 2007-04-14 10:54pm

Jaffa infantry vs Blitzkreig will be nice.

mr. First Prime, meet mr. MP-38, Mr. Potato-Masher Grenade, and Mr. Panzer MkIII

HSRTG · Post by **HSRTG** » 2007-04-15 02:07am

DrMckay wrote:mr. First Prime, meet mr. MP-38, Mr. Potato-Masher Grenade, and

Continuing that line of thought, Jaffa, meet Mr. '88. Death Gliders will also be interested in that particular device.

Mr. Panzer MkIII

Oh god, why? What did those poor, innocent symbiote carriers do to you?

Post by **LadyTevar** » 2007-04-15 04:26pm

HSRTG wrote:Ra isn't going to get nuked, but given the sheer amount of things that I can only classify as "Weird Shit" in the Indy-verse, I can only imagine what's about to happen to the poor snakehead. Oh, and I've got the Indiana Jones theme song ready for when Dr. Jones has to open his copious collection of cans of whoop-ass.

I would say that Indy would find the Ancient's leftovers and figure them out a LOT faster. Hell... you might even include the Ark as an Ancient Device!

There's just one problem: Holy Grail vs SangGrail. In Indy-verse, it's an actual cup, stored in a long-lost temple. In SG-verse, the SangGrail is Merlin's uber-weapon against the Ori. Which one's which?

DrMckay · Post by **DrMckay** » 2007-04-15 04:57pm

I Dunno, The tenth season mythology seems awfully centered on Ancient Plot Device #13 (Sangraal, ) and the technobabbile is getting a bit tiresome. Maybe Indy's grail (If included at all,) would be the better choice, from a purley supernatural standpoint.

Or the Furlings made Indy's Grail. Heh.

Seems a bit of a moot point anyway, unless the story does go there

Post by **LadyTevar** » 2007-04-15 05:39pm

DrMckay wrote:I Dunno, The tenth season mythology seems awfully centered on Ancient Plot Device #13 (Sangraal, ) and the technobabbile is getting a bit tiresome. Maybe Indy's grail (If included at all,) would be the better choice, from a purley supernatural standpoint.

Or the Furlings made Indy's Grail. Heh.

Seems a bit of a moot point anyway, unless the story does go there

True... very true. But the idea of the Ark as an gift/weapon to the Jews from some culture is a fun one, you have to admit.