Doctor Jackson was tired of this routine: die, convince the Ancients to not sit on their ascended asses, revive, repeat. Well that's what it felt like at least. That was why he welcomed the new light that surrounded him, not his body- which unfortunately had just been rendered unusable by the serpentine super taser called a Zat'nik'tel- but his soul. He heard a call to reach out to a large point, and as he did, a bright orange splashed out, and his senses sharpened as he suddenly once again had pain receptors.
He thought he recognized some busy Earth city street, which gave him one last thought,
Why would I be sent here? The threat was on another planet, some way across the galaxy!
However, unconsciousness took away his chance to think further.
"Hey, Colonel Jack O'Neil, after all these years you're finally full bird, are you not gonna even take advantage of these drinks being on me?" The intended recipient was tugged out of his mindless daze. A Breloom, lightly tall for one, took a glance at his barely emptied pint glass before forming his sharp reply,
"Why the hell am I celebrating my job to serve and protect when I did just about the clearest damn opposite for Charlie?" There wasn't further response. O'Neil shakes his head, and looks to his compatriot, Major Charles Kawalsky, a Hakamo-o. "I'm sorry, I've got a headache and don't see any need to postpone it until morning. I'll see you at this new assignment we've got." Breloom O'Neil kicks himself off the barstool, and quietly exits the establishment.
O'Neil had thought himself to be desensitized to many of the unfortunate 'Mons scattered upon this world, yet on this walk back, one unconscious Shinx catches his eye, and he rushes to it, shaking one shoulder, "Hey there, can you speak, 'Mon? Please give me some sort of response."
The Shinx stirs, coughing out, "Jack- is that you? I must've been really messed up, you look like a mushroom."
O'Neil steps back, "You don't look much to be a psychic type- how do you know who I am, and what are you trying to say against us Breloom?"
The Shinx coughs out a delirious laugh before attempting to look up at Jack. "Huh, that's not how things used to be…"
After a few seconds of silence, Jack realizes the Shinx had drifted to unconsciousness, and he silently swears while reaching a nearby phone booth to call emergency services.
Doctor Jackson awakes, lying on his stomach atop a hospital bed. He thinks that odd, and tries to make sense of his surroundings to try and help register his location. A curt whistling draws him from that, and to a creature sitting in a chair to his side. "What… what are you?" Jackson manages.
"I've got enough of your remarks already. You could at least be thankful for me saving your life. The doctors said it were as if you'd never eaten or drank a single thing since… ever. So then, my name's Jack O'Neil, but you somehow already know that, and not what a Breloom is. Now what's your name, Shinx." This makes Jackson stop to think.
Maybe O'Neill- this O'Neill doesn't know you, truly.
"Daniel Jackson, Ph. D, now what the hell is a Shinx?"
"Hah! I don't know what you're trying but I'm not having any of it. Now-"
"Please, Jack! I don't get what's going on, the Stargate never took us anywhere like this!" Jackson shouts, eyes closing as he feels his fur spiking outwards—
Wait, fur? I didn't even notice it, but it's definitely there. What is it doing now?
His chance to think is once more taken by unconsciousness as something is hastily pressed into his neck.
One week later. Cheyenne Complex, Unova
"Is this really what we should be doing?" O'Neil remarks at the rubber-laced cage holding the Shinx called Daniel Jackson.
"He knows Unovan secrets that the president doesn't. Why are you the one to care for him all the sudden anyways, didn't you say he shocked you?" Replies a Meowstic beside O'Neil. The Meowstic wore a coat bearing an emblem of two silver stars, next to a tag naming him "West".
"He knows the secrets of this thing we've paid scientists to make pipe dreams about for decades! We didn't even have its proper name a month ago, so why are we sitting around and gazing at him in a cage- well I won't any longer." O'Neil starts toward the cage, but halts as he catches the Hakamo-o, Kawalsky, brandishing his rifle.
"Stand down, Major." West orders, to which O'Neil, after a heartbeat, also takes as an offer for him to continue.
Daniel finds himself staring into a mirror given to him some days before inside this cage, showing him as some small, blue feline. Something close to a lynx, reckoning the tufts of fur along the sides of his face, though that would go against the long tail- tipped by a four point star- he bore. He doesn't even realize his cage is opened until he is taken out by the scruff of his neck.
"Doctor Jackson, you are familiar with the 'stargate', correct?" He looks to the source, across the room- one of concrete, sparsely decorated- another feline, though bipedal and bearing two- otherwise normal- tails. He's a darker blue, but with white accents, and wearing clothes that surprisingly matched Daniel's own military's uniform, one of a lower grade general.
Daniel responds, nodding, "I seem to be more familiar with it than much else."
"Then you can activate it? Show us its powers?"
"What? You haven't- do you even know about its constellations?
"…
"Nobody recognized the clearly defined constellations on the gate?" Daniel looks honestly surprised, muttering, "Straight to the beginning."
Another week further
"Gateroom personnel, stand back from the device. If this Doctor Jackson is correct, it will produce a dangerous…" As he stands at the center of the command room connected to the stargate, Meowstic West looks to the enigma of a Shinx for the word.
"We called it the kawoosh." Daniel says.
"Yes, it will produce a dangerous 'kawoosh'. You are not to make contact while it is producing that under any circumstances. Engaging the system now." West inputs a single button, and the stargate emits a near deafening rumble as its internal ring of constellations spins to life.
"Symbol one holding over the first chevron. Engaged and… locked!" A technician Cinccino shouts its status. A moment later he announces, "Chevron two is locked in place."
"So, is your home through the gate then?" West asks Daniel
"I-" Daniel is immediately interrupted by the next announcement,
"Chevron three is locked in place."
"-Don't think so anymore."
"Are you still going?"
"I have matters to take care of there."
"Chevron four is locked in place!"
Once Daniel reaches the room holding the gate, all but the seventh chevron pointer had been locked, he stands next to the Breloom O'Neil and Hakamo-o Kawalsky- Daniel had learned pieces of this world while sharing his knowledge of this device- as the last chevron locks over the one special symbol, a glyph of the sun over a pyramid. The center of the ring is filled in with a frothing blue that pushes forward in a misted cloud of pure energy, before it falls back flush with the rest of the device. A small mechanical rover is pushed through the gate, and a few seconds later, West informs,
"You are clear to advance." Daniel, O'Neil, and Kawalsky push themselves through the threshold of the gate.
O'Neil exits first, disoriented and frosted, he falls onto the sandstone apparently on the other side. By the time he recovers, the others were already through and alert, and the 'stargate' had shut itself off. Suddenly, Daniel lets out a quiet order,
"Behind the pillar, now! Can you bring the rover, major?" Kawalsky nods, dragging the mechanism behind him as the three take cover.
Kawalsky watches as a Lucario and a Moltres enter the room. He pays attention to the Moltres most, it was… wrong, almost shimmering even in the near darkness. The two reach the center of the room, where a set of a dozen large stone rings descend from above, and flashes a bright light, sending them away.
"Just who was that?" Kawalsky asks once he feels safe to.
"There's… a slightly sizable issue I neglected to mention." Admits Daniel.
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