How Would You Restart Stargate (SG1)(SGA)(SGU)..?

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~ New Gate Episode: "When The West Was Still Wild" ~

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In being rescued by the oddly dressed Stargate Marine, the bruised simply dressed elderly lady steadies herself against the wooden post of her vegetable vendor cart. Earning a living in uncertain times was never meant for one so frail, especially here in an outpost town since the arrival of these disparate "foreigners". The elderly lady asks the Stargate marine (Graham?) how he was going to get back her coin bag from the small mob of young men who had just stole it away then ran. And if he could please bring back her family heirloom they also stole after they roughhoused her down onto the ground. It was an ancestral metallic broach of strange design passed down from her grandmother who was of the local tribal people. (Graham?) lowers his brim and says, "I'm going to ask nicely". Then he runs off into the bustle of street noise, switching his gun's safety lock on, adjusts his leather gloves pulling them taunt.. which shouldn't leave a mark. Not by much.

Back at the off world military fort, a captain had recently stopped an ill-timed promotion and in a private talk, chastises the underling in his office. Before leaving, the earnest captain says that his attache' will stay and command the search/rescue party (then leaves but advises his attache' to watch their back with this one unless they want to wake to find a knife buried in it). When door shuts, the once smiling waving attache' drops the expression for a weary morbid one saying "I need a drink" then heads to underling's liquor cabinet and starts pouring herself a glass of "medicinal encouragement". Underling's expression also turn shades from compliance to annoyed and approaches the attache' to regain control of the reins from this soon-to-be trainwreck. Attache' between gulps: "..the position of serving as the captain's attache' is a means to an end. About what most jobs are, I would think." (then parlays with the underling about points which would interest the underling.. stealing from little old ladies). The Attache' continues, "Once night comes and favors another try, we will then remove said item from their possession, with extreme prejudice".. leaving no witnesses this time. Underling: "Would that not be called murder?" Attache' eyeing the contents of glass as she sloshes the beverage around to let it "air/breath" more. She then replies, "Such an untidy word which need not be spoken amidst otherwise pleasant surroundings as these (let's both hands spread outward to gesture to the upscale charm of the Captain's office). Would you not also agree, underling? But as you have already mentioned, we ARE in the midst of a war". More talk then underling says how his own actions were in-line with the goals of the District Regent as any loyal servant would and challenges the attache' as to where their loyalty lay.. Attache' studies her now empty glass in a more pessimistic light, and replies: "in this present conflict of differing ideologies, my loyalties reside quite firmly in support of the human cause". An eyebrow raises on the underling's face who says "..human?".

Outside as the captain leaves, his chief officer asks if it was wise to leave the attache' in the hands of the underling who aspires for quick promotion through the ranks through manipulation instead of duty. Captain says the (lady) attache' would be fine, "she's a survivor, and she will do whatever she has to in order to come out the other side no worse for wear". Inside, the underling lowers his gun and says that perhaps he'll not kill the attache'.. today. The attache' replies "As you wish, would have been truly disastrous to ruin such a lovely bouquet aroma as from dropping my glass of medicinal encouragement". Underling puts gun on table then walks to liquor cabinet where the attache' then pours him a drink. Underling: "I find you rather amusing. I never did like being amused, even from childhood". The attache' clicks glasses with that being held by underling and proposes a toast, "To an unamusing future.. and may the interloping aliens to this world never sway our resolve." To which the underling's smile reveals a gold tooth, fresh from his recent repatriation of lost alien artifacts.

In a closed room not so far removed from the Stargate member posing in the role of a disgruntled attache'. Two large marines sit at an old wooden table listening to the transmitted hidden microphone conversation with the Underling for a lead to a fabled "Lost Duchy Mine". In reality the remains of a long ago crashed Goa'uld ship which became a religious mythos to the local indigenous people who took to wearing animal mask head coverings.
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Re: How Would You Restart Stargate (SG1)(SGA)(SGU)..?

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(From cell in no-bar desert.. so will expand & polish later)

~ New Gate Series: Episode 1 ~

"..The British Are Coming"
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(Current update: Thursday, August 25.. a few hours before my usual personal curfew)

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-am going to chip away at the opening of this episode, which will be in two parts. 1st part is the arrival to the new stargate by a reluctant "jailed" member of the Royal Military Police assigned to the program through an upper tier political request from the SGC's British Counterpart within the IOA.. which Lieutenant General Jack O'Neill is familiar with -but not impressed by. The 2nd part will be the off-world (reminiscent of Astronaut Neil Armstrong's first step on the moon "..one giant leap for all mankind") sojourn onto a world within a gate network unkonwn/untouched by the Goa'uld (so the future is wide-open, "..the canvas blank awaiting the painter's first colorful stroke" -as Lieutenant General O'Neill would say with his hand stretched toward the new gate). The SG team releases small camera drones (crude "Military Industrial Complex" prototype design similar to SGU Kino but mostly carbon fiber to keep weight down and the sensitive nano-electronics are susceptible to inclement weather and solar storms.. so they're halfway reliable. Basically they fly around and "red flag" heat signatures they detect. As far as broadcast range, the ingenious design is that they network together to form a larger virtual antenna which increases the range of their usage from the central point of the SG team's location. As each drone goes offline, the network grows smaller and so does the quality of the transmitted data) and begins heading toward a map location provided by a prior launched UAV. The female "chargee" handed over to the new "Gritty Gulch" underground SGC base (in the middle of nowhere a third of a mile from a straight road south of two nondescript rectangular "voids" on google satellite map) from the British Military, pauses as the gate's event horizon dissipates. There is nowhere for her to run to now, but since her "superiors" (she has a superiority complex.. -doesn't take well to being ordered by someone she doesn't respect) can no longer touch her, she sighs and falls in line with moving her life forward in a new positive direction. Think of her as a female MacGyver escape artist -open to any option, but not as forward thinking as the version portrayed by Richard Dean Anderson in the early television series, and her attempts are genius but almost never works out. Hence her unfortunate nickname.. "Calamity".
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~ Scene Opens ~

(Words on screen fade to black, "The oldest stories ever told are written in the remnants of ages long lost to memory." -Salem Moses)

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"Bullocks".. a masculine british word floats in the ambience of a Nevada airport eatery reminiscent of a roadside diner along a disenfranchised "Route 66" of which it's named after. On the airport muzak speaker plays "Girl from Ipanema" in the background.. an unspoken subtext of social confinement accompanied by awkward food montage. Camera lens (from military field agent trailing British envoy) zooms in toward suited gentleman at cashier, then scene develops in regular camera production mode.

Cashier as customer in business suit hands her his bill, "So.. how was your meal?"
Man in business suit with British accent, "Honestly, I have no words to describe it."
Cashier smiles loudly as she takes that as a compliment and all to happily replies, "Why thank you very much".. she leans over the counter toward the suited man. "To let you in on a secret, I sometimes help out in the kitchen adding a little love here and there to dishes meant for distinguished looking customers. And I saw that you didn't eat very much, just sampling the plate.. you must be one of those food critics that's always flying to exotic destinations. I'm so jealous, and thanks for the compliment on you enjoying the meal."
Man in business suit with British accent, "Pardon me, but no.. not good.. bad. very bad. You misunderstand, in fact, I have no words to describe how offended I should be with what I put into my mouth before my survival instinct kicked in. Culinary poison.. Now I'm going to have to purchase a disk grinder from a local hardware store in order to peel off from my tongue this corrosive substance you would enthusiastically term "flavor". Honestly, I'm embarrassed for the animal which was put through what you called "love" in that excuse of a kitchen". The suited man lays down the currency exchange equivalency to torture, and leaves the airport diner establishment carrying a briefcase all the while expressing shivers and a "bleh" reaction.

Meanwhile at a booth along the wall, sits three people.. Two formal dressed male British military police guards and a female "chargee" still in handcuffs and holding a plastic fork, poking at something on her plate resembling meat.. almost. One of the two guards again says "Bullocks" in being hungry yet unable to stomach the quality of the meal in front of him as he examines what Americans call "biscuit". His always logical counterpart, uses a biscuit to scoop up the greasy gravy and starts to raise it toward his mouth when the first guard gives him a look of disgust as if they had been served roadkill.. with an American biscuit. The 2nd guard shrugs it off, "..what? I just see protein & carbohydrates" as he then presses it into his mouth without anorher word.. 'any port in a storm' -sort'ov mindset.
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(5:17 in the a.m.. Overwhelmed with fuzzy positive feelings toward all mankind.. must be the "B" vitamins kicking in, along with my coffee waking up)


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After a long drive in a blazing hot desert, an unimpressive, "socially invisible" dull brown cheap rental sedan pulls up to the front guard station of the new StarGate underground complex. Driver manually rolls down his window to speak with the seated guard who is reading the classifieds. With lowered bifocals, the annoyed aging guard looks at the unremarkable sedan and presses an intercom button. The driver leans over to voice his intention to the speaker, "British RMP contingent arriving as scheduled dropping off assigned security chargee" The annoyed guard looks at the driver sizing up his physical credentials against a photo that was already provided, along with that of a side passenger. Then looks toward an empty back seat, presses a button on the intercom to address the driver, "..what chargee?" The front seat Royal Military Police official looks back to find an empty back seat, "Bloody hell.. where did that lass get off to now? Sam, we're going to have to double back and drive that blazing highway to find her. If the office finds out we lost our charge.." The driver sighs, steps out from behind the wheel, walks back to the trunk, opens it to find a young frustrated woman who was unable to unlock the trunk from the inside. The front seat passenger joins him to look at her wearing an expression of surprise mixed with frustrated guilt as she attempts at pulling gum from her hair, "Minging.. ("Gross")". The more muscle than brain RMP looks at her and turns to address his travel partner, "How did she get back here, you think?" Salem Moses, resistant chargee, looks at him then at his partner, "Is he that daft?" Another sigh from the logical driver, "She was able to trip the back seat into allowing her assess to the trunk area but this model vehicle has a nasty engineering defect in that the trunk lock on some models.. can't be opened from the inside." The driver's more emotional prone partner then rubs his head in confusion. "Sam, how do you know that the trunk is unable to be unlocked from the inside, if we've never checked that?" Sam's hand moves to help the female chargee out of the trunk and escorts her to the guard station where she is handcuffed to the rail. "My girlfriend and I had rented a sedan just like this in college to go out to watch the Leonid Meteor Shower outside of London some years ago. The forecast called for a sprinkle, so we decided to pop down the back seat, open the trunk and just lay there watching the stars till it started to rain. Never did get that trunk open from the inside with us just laying there.." The RMP from the front passenger seat then looked at Sam before asking the obvious, "What did you two then do, if you couldn't get the trunk opened up to watch the meteor shower?" Sam's face started to flush red, "..we found something else to do." The only response from his all too single and less than intelligent partner is simply to wear a stupid smile.

The three wait for the base security personnel to send an equivalent rank officer to the gatehouse to receive charge of the prisoner, err.. recruit, signing off on the paperwork which is dispatched on the RMP's tablet's satellite uplink and routed to the Royal Military Police Headquarters. The officer on duty takes the key he received and releases her from the handcuff from the railing, and returns the British issue handcuffs to the RMP. As the two RMP's turn toward their sedan to leave, Stargate recruit Salem Moses hollers out to them "Cheerio.. Wankers" and sends them off with a wave of her free hands and a rather sarcastic smile.

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In the near distance from a hidden vantage point, two of several military snipers look down their high caliber rifle at the departure of the visiting sedan, another barrel pointing at Salem.. finger on both respective triggers relaxes.

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The officer on duty motions for her to follow him, saying that there is no place to run out in the desert where an end worse than Fate won't find her. He then leads the reluctant recruit into the base through another security biometric checkpoint, downward underneath the desert. And likened unto Alice, she walks straight into a wonderland beyond her imagination.

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(story still being developed.. stay tuned)
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~ The New Stargate Awakens.. The Furlings ~

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This is a hypothesis of mine which occurred to me the other day at work. If the Furlings are NOT a physical race living within this plane of existence.. as canon alludes to. Then how did they ever meet the Ancients, and more importantly.. why? I think that I have a qualifying theory. As you know, or should know by now. We physically inhabit the third dimension of existence. The Furlings inhabit a higher plane of existence (I think it's the 5th dimension, as would make more sense than inhabiting an existence responsible for "Time" as in the 4th dimension. Drawing from my own research into antediluvian legends (stories which were counted as myth & legend even during the time of civilization before Noah's flood), there is one really old myth which tells of a period shortly after Creation.. in which "Time" did not exist. This was a time.. before Time. This may seem a shock, but only marginal if you take into account that the layers of existence.. each dimensional plane being formed on top of the previously formed lower plane of existence. So as in that one episode of Doctor Who.. when the Tardis couldn't decipher an ancient script on the cavern wall as being from an impossibly ancient timeframe. Even the pictograph cave paintings illustrating a great battle of many populations against a terrible evil. Still, the Doctor couldn't understand the concept of a time before Time, so the subtle message escaped him. Yet, this ancient myth I found.. speaks of it briefly. So after the 3rd dimensional plane came into being, then the 4th came into being, the 5th.. so on. One after the other, but only after the previous lower plane had become strong enough to survive.

..When the Ancients had first theorized using an interface to access a higher dimension in order to facilitate near instantaneous travel between two points vastly separated by distance. They inadvertently were planning to stream their consciousness through the 5th dimensional plane as "living energy". This got the attention of the Furlings, who were inhabiting the 5th dimensional plane of existence.. being a comparable equivalent to an ascended Ancient themselves but not from the physical plane of existence. The 5th dimension, was their home.. as the 3rd is ours. Anyways, it is my thought that through the Ancients use of the stargate network to send themselves through this higher dimension.. awakened the Furlings to a consciousness on the lower plane that soon became of interest to them. I suppose similar to that one episode of STNG when Geordi boosted the navigational deflector to scan more deeply into subspace and caught the attention of lifeforms inhabiting that domain. This new contact, between the Ancients and the Furlings.. was with more friendly cooperation.

Now enter the human built stargate to access SGU's Destiny gate network (within our own dialing capability). A different harmonic traversing the 5th dimension, over and again.. might catch the attention of the Furlings as did the Ancient's stargate usage. I will speak on the Stargate Physics as pertaining to the 5th dimension. And how "Time" is multidimensional and flows in all directions at once (the Past influences the Future just as the Future influences the Past -per Einstein) outside the downward slope of a gravitational source yet (like in a truck manual transmission coming to a caution light) "gears-down" to a lower gear until it becomes linear within our own frame of reference.

(brb.. my instant ramen is done in my dc makita coffee maker. Nongshim Shin Black with beef bone broth.. this may take a bit)

The problem the Furlings faced, in compressing their 5th dimensional consciousness to visit the 3rd dimension in order to meet the Ancients. Was briefly touched on by Daniel when he returned from being ascended.. and how his ascended knowledge left him as it could not be contained within the finite limitations of a human brain. But as a poet at heart, I offer a different interpretation to the process in which the Furlings would face in becoming corporeal. Imagine one of Shakespeare's best written and most remembered literary piece.. "Romeo & Juliet". The pageantry, drama, innuendo, suspense.. now compress that whole theatrical play into a sentence of only 2 words which fully describes that play. You would end up with.."love stinks". Perhaps maybe not so exaggerated, but you get the picture. The Furlings came to meet the Ancients from whom streams of living consciousness through stargate tunnelling into a higher dimension. Yet being here for any long period of time as an individual, would impact them deeper as they would lose the treasured part of who they were. And forgetting "who you are".. is not a life many would want to themselves live. So of course they would return back to their higher dimension, once they "I came, I saw and I got this cheap t-shirt".. -thing. So I wonder, what their descendants would think of yet another lower dimensional lifeform.. reaching out for contact with them.. inadvertently. Perhaps in their own frame of how "Time" is experienced.. The Goa'uld had used a Zat gun to stun one of them, placed themselves (the symbiote) within the unconscious Furling, gained their knowledge and went to their realm to enslave them. Thus the "Great War" which was painted as a pictograph cave painting. So the descendants.. would probably be furious about a new race of lower dimensional brain matter being themselves knowledgeable enough to make contact with the Furlings. My guess is -safety first. The Furling descendants may attempt to prevent any and all gate access to their dimension, which would shut down all gate travel (including SGC/ Atlantis/ Destiny gates). Populations would become stranded, Stargate teams having to rely upon Samantha Carter's rescue in her USS GENERAL HAMMOND Daedalus class battlecruiser. A true humanitarian crisis. Then through consciousness-diplomacy-effort from the Nox, the more patient and forgiving Furlings (the female of the species) would descend to our dimensional plane and a diplomatic dialogue would ensue to allow gate travel through their dimensional domain. That an exchange of diplomatic representatives may help foster an understanding between our two different (yet not so different at heart) species. The Nox, acting initially as diplomacy mediaries, then as chaperones advising "patience" as both species start to see of themselves in the other race.
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~ Some Intriguing Stargate Ideas Found On This Thingy.. Called Internet ~
(I came across some Steampunk versions of the Stargate, and it caught my attention as it would fit some rustic offworld locales)

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For the above image, contemplate that Destiny gates lay/stand abandoned and without any dialing method on each respective world to activate them. So on one world, a regional prince took a liking to it (he's from a steampunk world and into archaeology.. weird kid) and wanted it to frame a grand entrance to his royal court as part of the palace he was going to build. But as it was so heavy.. noone could move it. So instead of moving it to where he was building his palace, he had his palace moved (stone by stone) to be built around the gate. So for centuries, this "ring" framed the grand entrance to a dynastic family's palace royal court without incident. Then one day, the rings started to light up. The steampunk court jester, interrupted in the middle of his new act..

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..was motioned by the reigning young prince (whose parents had died in the recent plague outbreak =The Black Death.. which was typically blamed on demons or other malevolent spirits of transgressed ill-will) to move closer and investigate. The last light was lit followed by a whooshing effect which toppled the poor court jester onto his back in astonishment and frustration (something more entertaining than himself was before the reigning prince). Then an UAV (Unmanned Aerial Vehicle) launched out of the event horizon (expecting nothing but open sky) but crashed into everything causing quite the commotion and setting fire to the throne backdrop curtain. "Okay.. not exactly our best work at first contact." The general says as he stands beside the viewscreen and leans on the conference table addressing the assembled team specializing in cleaning up errant diplomatic "misunderstandings". The short video the UAV sent back before bouncing off the high ceiling and then the wall.. followed by the right wingtip getting caught in the backdrop throne curtain.. the afterburner torching everything and causing a shortlived fire before the SGC remotely turned off all operations of the UAV and initiated the onboard fire suppression system. When the MALP (Mobile Analytical Laboratory Probe) came out of the event horizon in order for the SGC to get a clear video of why their UAV nearly self destructed right after takeoff. The video transmitted back to base showed a nasty little diplomatic incident of a scene that shown torched tapestry, a small fire being put out, knights plunging their spear into the UAV (thinking it an attacking monster), the jester and various nobles covered in extinguisher foam, and a knight yelling while pointing at the MALP (another demon come to attack the reigning prince on the day of his coronation after his coming of age to be king) which had several knights to stop poking their spears into the UAV and charge the MALP to stick their pointy spears into.. it. From behind, the jester turns around with his hands clutched to his chest as he surveys the mayhem.. his rehearsed act destroyed, and screams (to noone).. "The Humanity". Scene changes to a viewscreen at the SGC which replays the last few seconds of his feinted performance up to his scream. "Yep..", one of the diplomatic team members mouthed slowly, "not putting out best foot forward on this mission op." During the diplomatic overture of the SG team apologetically trying to set things right so they can get permission to go outside the palace (among the citizenry.. oh no) to survey the land and people. The jester follows in shadow in hopes of finding a way in getting revenge for them upstaging his royal court performance for the coronation. Now, noone would remember him or his act, because of.. them (The Stargate Team).
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The above two images (including the dipole capacitor assembly) may be reworked to fit the steampunk storyarc, but essentially a steampunk version of Samantha Carter came up with the idea to build her own version of the stargate (which was basically tuning fork matched -steampunk style, to the original gate).. but to actually bridge it onto the original Destiny gate.. since otherwise her own gate wouldn't theoretically work. The thought being, to have the transmitted energies from the Destiny gate to be rerouted onto her gate.. which would be located in a small laboratory contained within a large jail cell -notice the obvious lack of anything flammable nearby. That innovative freethinker is imaged below..

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The above image would be in Samantha Carter 2.0 (The Steampunk Version of Samantha Carter) laboratory as a means of controlling the errant frequencies which could stray from expected voltage values which would then lead to catastrophic breakdown failure.. or an explosion. Samantha Carter 2.0 would just shrug her shoulder and expect to get back to redesigning her work, stepping over any unconscious or dead bodies littering the floor which would not be essential to her reimagined work. People never really interested her.. rich/handsome/suave/etc, but put a piece of weird technology in her hand and her eyes will light up. Oh.. did I mention she is the great great granddaughter of that royal prince who first found the Destiny gate?
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