Shipping It Stargate Style [Worm/Stargate]

[Slayer Anderson]

That's a nice phrase. Where's it from?

The best part will be when Sam, who is fully versed in metaphysical shit like this, will be able to out debate them on the topic of whether she is real or not.

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Pirates of the Caribbean:

 

[RichardWhereat]

Not that much. They never change anything when they go back in time, and they actively seek to keep things as a stable time loop.

 

[Saltade]

Similar concept here on the idea of Hermione's ethnicity. No, Rowling, you do not get to make a series of 7+ movies under your near complete directive control with Hermione so white she gives gingers a soul, then go "oh no she's actually black, sike".

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Please don't tell me this is actually a thing.


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Wow Rowling fell into the libtard crowd hard.

 

[CrunchySharpie]

Wow Rowling fell into the libtard crowd hard.

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I think it was less fell and more like one of those car crashes where two Semi's fuse into their composite elements at 70mph. Her stupidity is best measured in scientific notation at this point.

 

[Soldraco]

I think it was less fell and more like one of those car crashes where two Semi's fuse into their composite elements at 70mph. Her stupidity is best measured in scientific notation at this point.

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While I loved the books when I was younger, at this point I am mostly interested in the fanfics... They tend to have better world building...

Which, considering things, does show just how bad her world building is...

 

[Starfox5]

Please don't tell me this is actually a thing.
Wow Rowling fell into the libtard crowd hard.

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It wasn't exactly like that. For the Cursed Child play, a black actress was cast as Hermione. Rowling was fine with that since, in her and the director's opinion, the actress was the best choice. A bunch of people created a shitstorm about it. And Rowling said

"I had a bunch of racists telling me that because Hermione 'turned white' -- that is, lost color from her face after a shock -- that she must be a white woman, which I have a great deal of difficulty with," Rowling said. "But I decided not to get too agitated about it and simply state quite firmly that Hermione can be a black woman with my absolute blessing and enthusiasm."

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[Saltade]

in her and the director's opinion, the actress was the best choice.
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I had a bunch of racists telling me that because Hermione 'turned white' -- that is, lost color from her face after a shock -- that she must be a white woman, which I have a great deal of difficulty with," Rowling said

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Bullshit. They were 100% trying to go for the "diversity" thing by casting a black woman as one of the MCs.

Also I like how she terms everyone a racist who thinks Hermione as a black woman is dumb as fuck.

 

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To stop the incoming Hermione shitstorm; I don't care what the initial state nor the end state are. If she was so black she blotted out the sky by approaching you and Rowling suddenly turned her into her true whiter-than-a-ginger state, I would be just as pissed off. Likewise if she went from white to Starfire Orange, I still don't care. It is the colossal character change that is the problem. Not the results.

And Rowling made this mess over seven+ movies. Again, she had nearly complete creative control. If she wanted Hermione's ethnicity to be remotely variable, she should not have cast someone capable of doubling as a vampire.

 

[Starfox5]

Also I like how she terms everyone a racist who thinks Hermione as a black woman is dumb as fuck.

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No. She said that a bunch of racists told her Hermione had to be white because she once "went white" in the books - she didn't say that everyone who disagreed with the casting choice was racist.

She also got attacked for "appropriating" Native American culture for the Fantastic Beasts movie lore, so it's not as if she's the poster woman for the SJW crowd. Between taking flak from the racists and the fuckheads who see racism everywhere and don't want white people to wear, eat or talk about anything anyone ever considered "my culture", I think she's doing alright.

 

[Guardian54]

Then, beam boots into their faces.

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IMMA FIRING UP MAH LAZOR BOOTY!!11!!

Speaking of which, Richard, I recently started a quest on QQ. You might be interested. Link in signature.

 

[SlickRCBD]

To stop the incoming Hermione shitstorm; I don't care what the initial state nor the end state are. If she was so black she blotted out the sky by approaching you and Rowling suddenly turned her into her true whiter-than-a-ginger state, I would be just as pissed off. Likewise if she went from white to Starfire Orange, I still don't care. It is the colossal character change that is the problem. Not the results.

And Rowling made this mess over seven+ movies. Again, she had nearly complete creative control. If she wanted Hermione's ethnicity to be remotely variable, she should not have cast someone capable of doubling as a vampire.

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Actually, there might be less uproar from going from black to white. There is precedent in Michael Jackson who I did not realize was born black until the 20/20 interview. Mostly because I was a child in the '80s and only really became aware of him in the mid 1980's, by which time he looked white.
So if Hermione was black through the books, but somehow became white "19 years later" or in the later "Cursed Child", that might fly based on real life Michael Jackson.

 

[kahna1234]

Love this shipgirl story. Also love roflstomp stories where the protag beats the stuffiong out of their enemies.

I wonder how SG1 will react to the Protectorate, or even just the state of Brockton Bay. Or the Endbringers.

No. She said that a bunch of racists told her Hermione had to be white because she once "went white" in the books - she didn't say that everyone who disagreed with the casting choice was racist.

She also got attacked for "appropriating" Native American culture for the Fantastic Beasts movie lore, so it's not as if she's the poster woman for the SJW crowd. Between taking flak from the racists and the fuckheads who see racism everywhere and don't want white people to wear, eat or talk about anything anyone ever considered "my culture", I think she's doing alright.

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I think that soundbiute was coined by Rowling to try and demonise her detractors.

Most the people I saw were quoting the line from the 5th book in which Harry see's Hermione's white face peeking round a corner. Sort of definitively states Hermione is white there.

Also the line in the 3rd or 4th book were Herminone is described as looking like half a panda due to having a seriously black eye. Black people with black eyes dont look like pandas.

Also, I've never seen a black person lose so much colour in their face that they would be described as 'going white'. Considering a third of the people I knew during school (many years ago now admittedly) were black, I have a rather large group to go off of.

 

[Starfox5]

Also, I've never seen a black person lose so much colour in their face that they would be described as 'going white'. Considering a third of the people I knew during school (many years ago now admittedly) were black, I have a rather large group to go off of.

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Hermione being white in the books and movies doesn't mean that you can't cast a black actress as Hermione in a play.

 

[Bean_Counter]

Hermione being white in the books and movies doesn't mean that you can't cast a black actress as Hermione in a play.

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No, you can do all sorts of things that are stupid. Stupid doesn't mean impossible after all. But in doing something stupid no one should be surprised when said stupidity is called out on, although people who do something stupid are invariably surprised when called out on it funnily enough.
After all, it's not just a black actress being cast in a play, it's JK retroactively saying Hermione's has been black all along, after 7 books and 8 films, 3 spin-off books and 2 spin-off films, ignoring novelisations, and more games than I can shake a stick at.
Hermione was never intended to be black, that much is obvious, and any ignoring or handwaving of the substantial evidence is just puerile and insulting to our intelligence, JK is for whatever reasons changing things retroactively, and that is what's annoying people. It's her universe and if she wants to add things, then she has the right to, emphasis on 'add' not 'change after decades'. Even when she was adding things people had opinions on such as Dumbledore being gay or the material in Pottermore and the Fantastic Beasts films, those opinions never went so far as to question her right to add material to that fictional universe (outside of perhaps some unreasonable people who can safely be ignored). It's the retroactive changes that were clearly never intended that annoy people who have been invested in the story, particuarly because things like this also have the implication that if they blithely accept it, it can open the door to more changes of a similar nature but even more objectionable.
I don't think any reasonable person would have had any issue with Hermione legitimately being black all along, it's that it's clearly not the case and that it's pure revisionism backed with shoddy research on her own books ignoring several bits of evidence that make it impossible that does raise issues. Even then people would probably have less issue with it if there was some sort of tangible reason for it, beyond some stupid left-ist sentiment, or white guilt, or some attempt at marketing the play to a larger audience when Harry Potter is a franchise beloved by people across ethnic boundaries already, and that even then JK could have accomplished the same thing by introducing a new likeable character into the picture, who happened to be black. There is no need to revise an established character with the implict statement that she thinks audiences can't get invested in a character if they know from the start that they are dark-skinned. I wonder if she realises just how racist she is being with this?
That said, this is really off-topic and if you'd like to have a conversation about this, feel free to take this to an appropriate thread. Send me a PM and I might join you there.

To stop the incoming Hermione shitstorm; I don't care what the initial state nor the end state are. If she was so black she blotted out the sky by approaching you and Rowling suddenly turned her into her true whiter-than-a-ginger state, I would be just as pissed off. Likewise if she went from white to Starfire Orange, I still don't care. It is the colossal character change that is the problem. Not the results.

And Rowling made this mess over seven+ movies. Again, she had nearly complete creative control. If she wanted Hermione's ethnicity to be remotely variable, she should not have cast someone capable of doubling as a vampire.

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I agree with you completely.

In an effort to contribute something on-topic, I'd like to say that I've been pleasantly surprised by how much I've liked this story, not really having read any shipgirl-type fanfiction before, and while this fanfic hits points that would have me normally abandoning the story, I've found myself enjoying the story quite a bit. I found Taylor's reactions to be just right and from what little we've seen of SG-1 they are being well represented, especially the more mature and aged Vala. I look forward to the next chapter and thank you for working on it.

 

[michaell8000]

enjoying the story allot it's got the things i like from shipgirl crosses and while i'm a bit disappointed that you have cam and vala rather than jack and telc i think having vala around is better for Taylor.

also people please stop going on about Rowling's logic fail there is plenty of places for it.

 

[Megaolix]

Guy, last I checked, Harry Potter is not involved here. That derail end NOW.

 

[Jiro]

Powers not working outside of Earth's orbit is very likely a "don't let the lab rats escape" measure, instead of a hardware limitation of the shards, since they were able to observe the Earth from far outside the Solar System.

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Like many things, Wildbow has said contradictory things on this.

Here he implies it is a physical limitation:

Shards are situated on Earth, reaching through realities for corona pollentiae. Powers don't really go into space, because, well, you've got the shard situated on the planet, and their reach is stretching, stretching up & out to the person with the shard. Do they exceed the shard's reach?

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The most consistent way to interpret this is that shards have a physical limit on going beyond the moon and a shard-imposed limit which may be even closer.

Of course, for the Endbringer stuff to be consistent with this they would have to not be made of shards, or at least not normal shards.

 

[Mgunh1]

Like many things, Wildbow has said contradictory things on this.

Here he implies it is a physical limitation:

The most consistent way to interpret this is that shards have a physical limit on going beyond the moon and a shard-imposed limit which may be even closer.

Of course, for the Endbringer stuff to be consistent with this they would have to not be made of shards, or at least not normal shards.

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Why would there be a consistency issue? No Endbringer has ever so much as left the atmosphere.
Even the Simurgh operates in HALO and not space proper.

 

[Jiro]

Why would there be a consistency issue? No Endbringer has ever so much as left the atmosphere.

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The Simurgh first appeared from behind the moon. And Word of God, which we've been discussing, is that Endbringers would unleash their full power if thrown into the sun.

 

[Fencer]

The Simurgh first appeared from behind the moon. And Word of God, which we've been discussing, is that Endbringers would unleash their full power if thrown into the sun.

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Word of god is contradictory at times and full of trolling. I will grant the point on how Ziz apeared. Which also make no sense. Did someone just so happen to have a telescope capable of seeing a... what 15ft? Tall woman at that distance pointed at the edge of the moon? Sounds more like something dramatic that got thrown in on a whim. without considering his ideas on the range shards have. Or the probability of anyone actually observing the event. As for being thrown into the sun removing limiters? that won't prevent Taylor from draging the damn things a few light years out of the solar system and leaving them there. Sooner or later she has to hit the range limit.

 

[Starfox5]

An Author's WoG as well as anything else in canon can be ignored in fanfiction. It actually should be ignored if it gets into the way of a good story.

 

[Klingdark]

Hey, I just reread the entire story and I really enjoyed it. (again.) I just wanted to tell you what a good job you did and that I didn't see any mistakes, grammar or spelling wise.

I'm eagerly awaiting whatever you may be posting next, even if it's just extra scenes that may or may not happen.

 

[evildice]

I will grant the point on how Ziz apeared. Which also make no sense. Did someone just so happen to have a telescope capable of seeing a... what 15ft? Tall woman at that distance pointed at the edge of the moon?

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No argument about WoG being arbitrary BS / trolling / ignorable.

Also no argument about general scale absurdity and poor consideration of large numbers... but that's hardly unique to Worm.

Regarding the Simurgh's debut, just remember that she's a mindfuck precog with global-scale mind-reading and mind-writing. If she wants to be noticed, she will find a way to ensure a future where she has been noticed.

 

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The Fourth Ancient Shipping XMas Special
Part 1
This Is Actually, Really The First One​

"You gonna fight us?" I directly asked Armsmaster five seconds before he'd work up the nerve to ask me the same thing, grinning wide. "Because I don't think I can take the person whose logo is on my underwear seriously."

Dead.

Fucking.

Silence.

Armsmaster's jaw was totally dropped.

Assault looked like he was torn between cowering in terror and laughing his ass off. Even Miss Militia was having trouble keeping a straight face. Poor Dauntless looked like his brain had evacuated the premises. Velocity had his face in his hand.

And then the silence was interrupted by a sound I can only describe as the universe gaining a new hole. A wormhole the size of the Bay opened up in the sky above us, the fabric of spacetime almost boiling under the immense stress.

And then out of the opening something emerged, rapidly decelerating from the blur it was into a recognizable form.

A massive metal snowflake hung in the sky above me, and I immediately knew this wasn't a primary timeline anymore.

"Great. XMas Special time."

Ziz turned to me and her eyes widened in terror.

"Ben, you better go find a tree."

Ben merely nodded at me and sank back into the Earth. His body quickly began accelerating through the crust towards Canada.

Guess when you need a tree, go to the source?

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I sat in the command throne of Atlanta, reviewing the sensor logs of the transit.

The Wormhole Drive was supposed to jump us into the sky above the Bay. That part worked.

But that sky was noticeably missing my fleet of Auroras.

And the other 'fleet' of observers from all over the world. They weren't there either.

"Atlanta, what the hell happened?"

The avatar of my cityship, a young woman who looked suspiciously like my sister, wavered into existence next to my command throne.

"I don't know, Chancellor," she informed me, seeming puzzled. "We made the transit as we were supposed to. We are where we were supposed to end up. Right above the Bay. It's the same city, but… our escorts are no longer here.

I made to reply but found that alerts were going off in my mind.

I tuned in to what they were trying to tell me. Atlanta was apparently under attack.

…

From… Taylor Hebert? A much younger Taylor than the one who had become Queen of the rogue constructors, too.

One who was hovering under her own power outside the shield, and knocking on it hard enough to trigger defense alerts.

"Hi!" she cheerfully said, somehow knowing that she had my attention. "Would you mind getting this eyesore into the actual bay so we can talk and get on with this special?"

I blinked, trying very hard to parse what she'd just said.

"Eyesore?!" Atlanta repeated, extremely offended.

I sighed and shook my head. "Open the shield to her, let's see what she has to say. And I need to know what the hell she means by Special."

Atlanta grumbled, but did as I asked. The immensely powerful force matrix of her shield wavered just a little on the spot in front of Taylor, and she gave us a little wave as she entered through the open matrix gate.

And headed straight for the throne room.

"At least I don't have to give her directions," I lamented.

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At the same time and place as one Taylor entered a flying city, another was doing yoga.

On top of the Medhall building.

Odyssey didn't have permission for that, by Taylor didn't really care. Served Kaiser right, and she desperately needed to work out the kinks in her hull before-

"Taylor, we've got a… a wormhole on sensors," Vala informed her from her bridge.

Taylor paused in the middle of stretching out her beam and froze. "I'm sorry, did you just say wormhole?" she asked over her internal comms.

"Yeah. It's right over the Bay," Vala confirmed. "Check your own sensors."

"But I'm trying to relax!" she whined. "The snake infested space geckos were just a week ago! And my hull got some kinks in it because of that repair bath."

Vala scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That bath restored your hull to perfect condition. You're just being a baby."

"Exactly!" Odyssey fired back. "Do you know how much time it'll take me to get those dents and repair welds and esoteric particle scorched back?!"

Vala rolled her eyes again. "Just look at the stupid wormhole you overgrown cruiser!"

Taylor manifested a tongue sticking out of her mouth in front of Vala, but did so anyways.

The results were… interesting.

"Quantum signature on the inside is different," she idly mused.

Vala's eyebrows rose. "Really?" she commented, then she broke put into a grin. "I'll get my jumpsuit on!"

As she spun around to go do just that, Taylor scowled. "Vala," she flatly stated.

"Taylor, I know we're going," she fired back, ignoring the ship's tone. "You'll protest for a few minutes, then get curious, and I want to be in my jumpsuit for when we rapidly transit a cross reality wormhole this time."

Taylor blushed all the way to her engines and toes. She hadn't exactly had the time to be gentle when they had to enter Babylon and end the Empire of the Rising Snake. Her first and so far only proper cross universal transit, other than the one that brought Screen to Taylor's universe and merged them anyways, had tossed her crew around like gumballs.

Nevertheless, she shook her head. "Vala, I'm not going. I told you I have to do yog-"

The former thief cut her off and started stripping down to get ready to put on the jumpsuit Cam had designed for her. "You're going. I know it, you know it, now stop protesting against your own self and just start towards the wormhole before it destabilizes."

Taylor tried to speak up, even though she knew deep down that Vala was right. "But-

Vala began to take off her shirt and glared at the ceiling. "Slowly. And no peeking."

Taylor frowned, but closed off the comes from Vala's room anyways.

Vala was the only one on board. The rest of SG1 were on a trip to Colorado Springs to talk to the Air Force about something she wasn't cleared to know about.

That something was her classification and whether they could draft her. Like she would let a little thing like clearance keep her from knowing how her crew were doing.

Needless to say, SG1 had things to say about those topics. Namely, Deep Space Carrier, and fuck no she is a person. Respectively. Though she doubted they would deliver either pieces of information with anything remotely approaching respect.

Even with that plan, it was important that Vala not come with them. The rest of SG1 were going to choose to not be respectful.

Vala's only mode was disrespect.

So Taylor sighed. They didn't need her for the short amount of time it would take for her to scout the other side of the wormhole and drop a stabilization gate. And Vala was right… Curiosity burned within her.

She had her beam fabrication systems materialize two stabilization gates in her hangars and reached in to pull them out, allowing the circular wristguard like devices to fasten themselves to her wrists.

Then she took off towards the wormhole.

Vala left her room in her form fitting jumpsuit and marched straight back to the bridge. When she got there, she grinned wide and with victory.

"Knew you couldn't hold yourself back."

Taylor's sublight engines flared as she picked up speed. "Shut up."

Vala did keep her mouth shut, but the grin spoke more than enough.

Taylor approached the wormhole, a boiling tear in reality, and held up an arm. She sent the command to one of the stabilization gate for it to deploy.

The silver wristguard enlarged just enough to fly off her hand, then exited her sphere of influence.

And with a mind melting bend of reality, it was suddenly a ring with the inner radius of five city busses stacked end to end.

It settled in around the reality breach and began to rotate, several glyphs lighting up in blue along its surface.

Then the boiling ceased, and the wormhole was safe for transit.

"Brace for wormhole transit," Taylor called out as a matter of habit.

"Slowly!" Vala yelled at her.

"Yes. Slow wormhole transit."

Taylor fired her engines at five thousandth of a percent and punted herself through the wormhole.

Vala took a short trip to the back of the bridge by way of flipping over herself, her small translucent wings trying and failing to steady her.

She'd be fine.

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The guy was insane.

Sorry, let me back up. After the sentient flying city opened up the shield capable of treating one of my knocks as a light bump so I could go through, I followed my Host tracking sensors towards this room.

Within which sat a guy in a pretty alien looking throne, calling to a hologram, and that hologram was the city ship's… self.

Not only was he not remotely human, the guy had an active and bidirectional connection with his Shard.

Which had expanded to coat its entire solar system, and even grown a Dyson Sphere!

"What the hell are you?" I blurted out, crossing my arms.

I was still flying. No way would I set foot on the city ship unless I got more information.

Another thing that was worrying me was that none of my sensors beyond the ones linked to myself and Shards could see inside the shield, but one big problem at a time.

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I blinked in surprise, watching a younger and curvier Taylor Hebert in jeans hover above the floor as if much as offended her.

Or like she was Victoria. Either one.

I decided to start over.

"Hello… Taylor, I assume?" I began, getting up from my throne.

Her eyebrows furrowed and her suspicion rose. It was like a candle to my senses, but it was also very far away, for some reason. "You clearly know who I am," she discerned. "Now who are you?"

It was very demanding. Much like Victoria. What was it with flying bricks and being belligerent?

"I'm Weldon, though I'm known as Shipyard," I informed her. "And before you ask, yes, I know who you are. That's because I know another version of you." I looked her up and down, then decided to tease her a little. "A skinnier version."

"Sucks for her," she fired back. "So you're from another reality?"

I nodded and gestured to Atlanta's scowling avatar. "Atlanta's wormhole drive seems to have had a small malfunction."

Taylor raised her eyebrows. "A 'small' malfunction."

I nodded. "Yep."

"Hopping universes is what you consider small," she reiterated.

"Indeed."

Taylor closed her eyes and shuddered. "And dare I ask what you consider a large one?"

Before I could respond, reality ripped open next to the command throne. A smaller wormhole, not unlike Atlanta's wormhole drive, made reality into its plaything and boiled the fabric of spacetime.

A feminine yell heralded the arrival of a young woman with brown hair, who planted herself into the deck plating.

And then with a horrifying screech of metal, kept going straight through it, with an effect not that dissimilar to Atlanta's massive shield wrapped around her body to protect it.

None of us said a word even as the view of the bay's small swells became clear past the falling girl.

I finally turned around to look at the open maw of the breach in reality and sighed, putting a hand on my forehead. "That is what I consider a large one."

"My hull!" Atlanta complained.

Taylor rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fucking Tinkers."

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Merry XMas, everyone! In lieu of my further chapters which are still in the works, enjoy part one of a two or three parter XMas Interlude that crosses over three of my most popular stories. I was only able to write this much today as it was XMas, but I hope you enjoy!

 

[SOnzofzsea]

I got the second and the last but I don't get the first ??

 

[litaispe]

I got the second and the last but I don't get the first ??

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Shard!Taylor
Ancient!OC
SG1-Shipgirl!Taylor

SG1-Shipgirl!Taylor is probably the one with the most capacity to "oops, I accidentalied the universe". As a Ship-Girl based on the USS Odyssey, Taylor is basically a Spark, not a Tinker, without any of the safety training Ancients would have. Or the material limitations of Girl Genius Sparks since she has general purpose Startrek-style replicators with sub-atomic level accuracy and onboard stockpiles measured in decades.

 

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Shipping It Stargate Style
Chapter 4
The High Ground​

The Boat Graveyard.

Taylor hovered in the sky above the desolate landscape of rusted out ships, still leaking oil, and what little clear water remained.

"What the hell happened here?" Cam asked.

Taylor sighed. "You want the short version or the miserable one?"

The nominal leader of SG1 blinked. "Uh, short. Please."

Taylor nodded and turned her eyes onto the huge container ship blocking the bay. "You see that?" she asked, pointing it out with her hand.

"The giant eyesore blocking the bay?" Cam asked rhetorically.

Taylor nodded, lowering her finger. "A few years back, after Leviathan showed up, travelling on the sea became kinda… dangerous. Way too dangerous for most shipping companies," she began to explain.

"...Globally?" Sam spoke up from her medical bed.

"Yep."

"You're telling me your world doesn't have international shipping?!" Sam almost yelled, her voice displaying how concerned she was about that.

"We have planes, and some Capes help out, but for the most part?" Taylor answered, scoffing. "Pretty much."

Sam just stared up at Taylor's medbay's ceiling, jaw dropped.

"What?"

"How- what-" she spluttered, speechless.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Cam asked, moving closer to her bed.

Sam waved him away, but her eyes were still wide. "How the hell do you have anything approaching a civilization if one of your backbones is missing?!"

Taylor was quiet for a few moments. She whirled that over in her head for a while, actually wondering. For pretty much the first time in her life, she took a good, long look at her world, at how things were progressing and what the global situation was. Things she'd brushed off or accepted as normal her whole life were returned to, using the Odyssey as a backstop to prevent dismissal, and she saw.

Her massive calculation potential, which apparently translated into a ridiculously high intelligence, was put towards the query.

Taylor's eyes widened when she realized it. Figured out what was wrong. Or… how very little wasn't.

Sam had a point. No, she had the point. Taylor on her own never could've seen it, but Odyssey had the records and sensor readings of her original Earth.

And the comparison didn't look good.

"A decade," Taylor abruptly stated.

Sam and Cam looked at each other, then back to her ceiling. "Huh?" Cam asked.

"My… our new, world, it has a decade."

Cam swallowed heavily. Sam looked grim, her mouth pressed into a line.

"I just ran a comparison between your, and my Odyssey side's, Earth, and Earth Bet. My Taylor Earth. This one." She waved around her to indicate her world, though it was a subconscious action. None of the people inside her except Vala due to her position on Taylor's Bridge could actually see her doing so. "Populations are dropping. Countries that exist on Odyssey's Earth don't exist on Taylor's. The Endbringers' attack pattern is a massive coordinated cascade failure waiting to happen. Africa is literally on fire because of Ash Beast, Siberia and Russia are who knows how compromised by The Sleeper, The United States might as well have surrendered sovereignty and military might to the PRT, London is defunct, Switzerland is quarantined… and there's more. So much more."

Cam's face started out worried and was now pale, barely any blood present. The man was a soldier, not an idiot. He wasn't as smart as Jack but it was close. "That's bad."

Sam grit her teeth and rubbed her forehead, looking defeated. "It's way more than bad, Cam, her world is about to collapse," she corrected, then caught her breath with an even more worried look. "Uhm… Taylor, how are you taking this?"

Taylor closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "The Taylor side of me isn't handling it very well, but I have Odyssey to manage myself. I'll be fine. Especially once we start fixing my planet."

The medbay was silent for a few seconds as all of them gathered themselves.

Cam was the first one to speak. "I'm in," he declared.

Sam raised her head a little and looked at him weirdly. "In what?" she asked.

"I'm in, Sam," he repeated himself, then looked at the ceiling. "Taylor. Let's fix your world."

Taylor felt her breath catch. He was willing to help her Earth? Just like that?

Sam dropped her hand, looking dumbfounded. "Cam, it's not that simple-" she began.

Cam shook his head vehemently. "Yes it is," he refuted. "We're SG-1. This is what we do. We see injustice, we fix it. You destroyed a galaxy spanning ancient empire of body stealing snakes before I even graduated, Sam. We destroyed the Ori, and they were the closest things to actual gods we've ever encountered. We can fix one planet."

Sam looked shocked at his little speech. Her eyebrows were raised as high as they could go. "We don't know the Ori are gone, Cam-" she attempted to protest.

Taylor startled at something. There was- something was wrong, there was a feeling in her chest that shouldn't have been there, it didn't belong, she didn't even know what it was-

"Even if we messed that up, it's not our problem right now," Cam shut Sam down, for once acting the nominal team commander in a very real way. "We're in this reality now. Last time I checked we can't get back yet. If we could just go back I'm sure Odyssey would've brought it up." He paused, then looked up at her ceiling again. "Right?"

Taylor felt herself choking up with what she thought was worry. "Y-Yeah," she managed. "I wouldn't rule out Sam and I rigging up a reality drive of some kind if we spend time trying but I don't have anything on board that helps for that right now."

Cam held his hand out to the ceiling and dropped it. "There, see?" he presented to Sam. "We're stuck for now. We might as well do what we do and make it a better place while we're here. Maybe take down some bad guys at the same time."

Sam still looked conflicted, but the small smile on her lips showed she was getting talked into it. "It'll be tough, Cam," she noted. "We're cut off from backup, from supplies, from command…"

Cam shook his head and moved to put his hand on Taylor's hull. "We've got our backup and supplies right here," he negated. "The Odyssey has never let us down, and now she's a person too. The best ship just got better."

Taylor couldn't help herself. She started crying. Tears of joy, not worry, leaked out of her eyes and fell down her shirt before dropping out of sight through the air. She brought her hands around herself and hugged her stomach, feeling a warmth she had only felt from her mother before begin to ignite within her chest.

Best ship.

She recognized the feeling now. The two feelings, really, but blended so well that they were hard to discern. And Taylor hadn't felt one in two years… while the other was ripped from her as a young child.

Love and Hope.

Her crew loved her, and they were willing to save her planet just because they were around. Moreover they were SG-1. If anyone could do it, it was them. Even if Teal'c was missing… they could still do anything.

Sam blinked, then tilted her head. "Huh." Her eyes revealed the power of her mind whirling around, her age not remotely slowing her down. "If we can find a way to refuel, I guess Odyssey can work as a mobile base. We didn't really design the Daedalus class to do that, but we've got the Asgard core..."

Cam looked at her like an eager puppy. "So?" he pressed.

Sam sighed, closed her eyes, nodded, and looked at Cam. "Alright. I guess I'm in too."

Cam fist pumped and jumped a little, grinning wide. "Yes!"

Sam just smiled and rolled her eyes at him.

Taylor found her tears increasing as the warmth in her chest rose higher.

Cam cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back, straightening his shoulders in an attempt to look official.

It just made Sam and Taylor giggle, the latter through her tears. He sent the one of them in the medbay with him a glare.

"Taylor, put me on shipwide," he directed, an air of command to his voice.

So that was how it was going to be, huh? "Y-Yes, C-captain," she automatically said, then halted.

Nobody said anything for several long, confused seconds.

"Captain?" Sam asked in lieu of the shell-shocked Cam.

"S-Shut up Sam, it came from my ship side," Taylor fired back, stuttering even through her spluttering. Thankfully the tone of her voice that would've sounded like she was crying instead came across more like embarrassment.

Sam chuckled and shook her head. "Captain Cam, huh?" she asked again, this time teasing Cam.

Not that the target change helped. Taylor felt her tear-stained cheeks turn bright red. She really was embarrassed now.

Cam blinked, shook his head, then shook it again. "We can talk about command ranks later," he declared, seemingly the only thing he could think to say. He coughed lightly and looked back up at Taylor's ceiling. "Taylor, shipwide, please?"

"Yes!" Taylor squeaked, thankful that Cam wasn't teasing her about her slip up too. While Cam had been in command of her before, he wasn't necessarily her Captain at the moment. Taylor wasn't even sure whether she really wanted one… at least one who could tell her what to do. The warmth in her chest when she thought of having a Captain had nothing to do with the command ability and focused more on having a person she could rely on to take care of her.

She looked inside herself for her comms system and found a way to relay a given room's audio input to the entire ship. Once she found it, she flipped it… and then decided to pipe all other rooms back into the medbay just in case Daniel or Vala wanted to respond. "You're on shipwide, Cam, and Daniel and Vala can reply."

Cam looked surprised, but nodded. "Thanks for thinking of that."

Vala and Daniel both jumped, Vala almost falling out of the command chair of Taylor's bridge. Daniel merely resumed his calm footing. Regardless, both of them looked at the ceiling. "Thanks for thinking of what?" Vala asked, recognizing Cam's voice.

Daniel sighed and reached up to rub his forehead. Sam rolled her eyes and grinned.

Cam ignored her.

"Alright team, we've got a situation," Cam announced.

Vala sat up straighter, and Daniel became much more serious. "What's wrong, Cam?" Daniel asked.

"Taylor's Earth has a decade left before it suffers total societal collapse," Sam informed them.

Cam nodded. "Yep, that."

The other two were stunned to silence for several long, processing filled moments.

"Well that's not good," came Daniel's attempt at humor.

Vala bit back at him, sarcasm in her voice. The slightest tremor of uncertainty underlying that sarcasm betrayed how she really felt. "Thank you for that wonderful summary!"

And the discussion commenced.

At the end of it, though, SG1 was all on board. And Taylor wanted so dearly to hug them it hurt.

She pledged to herself, and her crew in silence, that she would find a way to do just that.

---

Eventually the logistics and strategy discussion, with Taylor filling in history, came to a close. They moved on to other topics… which mostly meant more history, as Cam and Sam kept asking endless questions of Taylor about their new world.

"So I guess Amazon never took off here, then," Cam lamented, attempting a joke to lighten the mood.

Taylor cocked her head to the side. "What's Amazon? Like, the rainforest?"

Her question stirred a query to her own databanks. She received a torrent of mostly useless information on what Amazon was.

And it stunned her.

"Holy shit, a worldwide, two day capable, shipping and online shopping system?!" Taylor almost yelled over her internal comms system. "Is that real?!"

Cam grinned. "You just look it up in the ship's… your, database?" he knowingly asked.

Taylor nodded to herself. "Yeah. Your… our old world was pretty nuts, huh?" she mused, even as she recognized that she was holding herself above something that had plagued her human life with frankly ludicrous levels of gravitational thrust from parts of her ship life. And yeah, she'd included that system in her original comparison of Odyssey's Earth and Earth Bet, but it wasn't really conscious.

The concept was mind boggling to her Taylor side. That's what Earth was supposed to be like? What else was there in her databanks that would paint her world in an even worse light?

"Nuts." Cam couldn't help it, he chuckled. "That's a way to say it, sure."

"Completely crazy on a median day is better," Sam groaned.

Completely crazy. Right.

Like flying, or massing… a value that even in tons Taylor would never admit to, even in her own head (oh gods the fat jokes)... or having thrusters the radius of several school buses stacked end to end on top of each other.

Even when she started thinking about her new situation that way, considering the superpowers and capes and Endbringers of Bet, her human world was still winning awards for nuttyness over her ship one.

Because, seriously? Superheroes? Odyssey had witnessed a lot, but never quite that level of complete and utter bullshit… while Taylor lived it every day.

"Are we going to land, darling, or are you just going to hover all day?" Vala's entirely unhelpful prodding registered on her comms systems from her bridge.

Taylor shook herself out of her small funk and acknowledged that she should probably do as Vala suggested. "Yeah, we need to get these tests going. Though I'm happy that the inadvertent duration test of my atmospheric VTOL gravity engines has resulted in a favorable outcome."

"Favorable," Cam dryly parroted, "right."

Sam giggled, a true giggle. She didn't often do that, which made it that much more precious to Taylor. Especially so given their previous and rather sombre discussion.

Storing the recording in her frankly ridiculous storage space took no time at all, nor did the several times she rewatched it.

Just to check the file integrity, she swore to herself.

Daniel snickered in her Asgard Database room, but somehow sensed when she paid more attention to him and rapidly straightened his face to try and appear like the wizened old professor he liked acting as in his old age.

Vala collapsed back into her Captain's chair, blowing air out of her mouth. "Thank you! Standing up here is killing me!"

You didn't have to stand up the whole time, I'm the one hovering, Taylor thought, though she managed to keep it from her comms system. She was getting better at isolating her new senses and abilities, that was for sure.

Yes, they and her old world was nuts, but SG-1 was her crew. Odyssey wouldn't have it any other way.

Her new world was a shithole, but it could be fixed. That very crew was on board with not that much hesitation in the pledge. What little there was only applied to the difficulty of the task, not whether it could or should be done. Those were givens.

Taylor hadn't felt anything like that in her life. Her world likely didn't have the concept of such selfless attitudes. She found herself liking it, especially as she herself felt like it was an obvious answer to a stupid question from her Odyssey side.

Odyssey already loved them. And due to their selfless and vehement pledge, Taylor wasn't far behind.

Earth Bet didn't deserve SG-1. But that was okay. They saved people anyways. Because that's what their real job had become, what they had ended up gravitating into regardless of their official missions.

The Tau'ri saved the galaxy. And now, they were going to save Taylor's world.

Come hell or high water, storm or rain, egomaniacal overlord aliens, space monsters, turmoil or strife, and even if the gods themselves objected; the Tau'ri, and their ship, would fix it all.

With that conviction roaring in her heart, Taylor knew what she was going to do.

She would test her powers, do some calibration… tell her Dad, no matter how much her Taylor side disagreed, and then…

"Let's go save the world, SG-1," she declared.

Their cheers felt like the best thing ever.

---

Taylor dropped through the air like a slightly heavy feather. She was carefully watching her gravity thrust system to make sure she didn't accelerate any faster than she wanted to. Given how much she now weighed… a high speed impact would be rather disastrous for at least the nearby beach, if not the ship graveyard as a whole.

Though it didn't seem to be correct even then. She was able to roughly figure out how much she seemed to weigh based on the gravity she was having to negate via counterthrust. A pass over herself with her sensors showed that the calculations were pretty close to accurate, so she didn't doubt the math she'd come up with on the fly.

Taylor snorted and grinned to herself. Heh, on the fly. Because I figured it out while flying. Taylor, why?

Anyways, she was roughly having to counteract around 250 pounds, give or take.

Taylor had always been tall. But she was also very skinny, as… Emma had taken so many chances to underscore for her during her time at Winslow.

No way did she weigh that much. Half that, maybe. So there was clearly some kind of aspect of her true mass as Odyssey bleeding over to her human form. The fact her 'new' weight matched what her records showed of her weight in orbit of Earth in number, if not magnitude, lent credence to the assumption.

Just…, Taylor winced to herself. Just short by several decimal places. Two and a half trillion- nope, so not thinking about it. Really, Odyssey?! And I thought the fat jokes were bad before!

She wasn't sure which weight would impact the beach if she just dropped. Her new apparently more human weight… or her true weight.

Thus the worries of the beach literally exploding. And the very careful touchdown procedure.

No matter how careful she was, though, her minimum thrust speed kicked in again. She slammed into the sand, both her shoes sinking deep enough to leave foot holes.

"One small step for a ship…" Taylor found herself almost automatically quoting as she looked down to her knees meeting the beach.

She cut off her thrusters and experimentally yanked her leg up. It took a bit more oomph than she needed to walk normally, and thus the ship in girl form accidentally overrode her thrust limiters for a moment.

The sand between her legs and the flat beach ceased to exist. A short burst of plasma fired off away from her on a forward and slightly up vector. A sound like a shotgun rung around all the massive wrecks of the Graveyard, petering out and turning slightly high pitched as it traveled away from her.

She was left standing in a small crater with the sand blasted back, glass around her shoes, and a small trail of more glass and scorched sand leading away from her.

"...One giant kick for us," Cam managed to add. All of SG-1 had been watching her sensors, Daniel changing focus back and forth between his database reading and the screen she projected for him.

"Sam, would you mind adding a confirmation window to my thrust limiters, please?" Taylor deadpanned.

"Yeah…" Sam gulped, gazing out at the casual devastation, "I should probably do that."

"Thanks."

 

[Darkarma]

Huh this still is a thing. I always wondered if it would be updated.

Here's to more.

 

[Kaseywolf]

I love this story. I wish you posted faster but I also understand it takes time.

Good luck writing!

 

[Lmnocat]

IT'S ALIVE!! *ahem*

sorry about that, I got a bit exited.

good to see this back