//------------------------------// // One // Story: Stargate SG-1: The Elegant and Most Powerful Goddess Trixie! // by VaporingRat //------------------------------// I ran as far away as I could get from that town, and that Unicorn. I galloped deeper into the forest, not caring to note which one I was in. How could somepony do something like that to me? Had they actually taken my bragging seriously? It was just an act, a stunt to lure the crowds in. How else would I get their attention? Just standing there and showing off your tricks may work occasionally, but to get all the good money you have to sound appealing to them. I never really defeated an Ursa Major, or an Ursa Minor, I just said those things so that I wouldn't be ignored. I was always alone, travelling. My parents weren't pleased that my talent was illusions and magic, they were both dentists. I performed at functions and parties in my hometown, Manehatten, but I longed to go out there and show my talent to everypony in Equestria! So that's what I did. I got a wagon, took my belongings and left Manehatten. I never set hoof there again. ------ The Stargate stood alone with its DHD in the middle of a large rocky plain that stretched out for at least a mile in all directions. Also by the gate was a MALP, a probe of Earth origin that was sent through hours before. Seven lights on the gate lit up with an orange glow, before some kind of blue foam-like substance came shooting out from the middle, before retreating back into the centre of the ring, which was now filled with a pool of light that rippled like water, but was in fact a stable wormhole from halfway across the galaxy. Not long after it had activated, a man wearing green trousers, green jacket and a green hat with a black tactical vest and a P90 grasped firmly in his hands walked through. He was followed by a woman with blond hair who had the same outfit and weapons, but without the hat, another man who also had the same outfit, but didn't carry a P90 and had a backpack and bandanna, and finally a bald man with a golden tattoo on his forehead. He had the same outfit, but carried a strange staff with him. The foursome continued their conversation like nothing had happened, considering they had just travelled fifty thousand light years from one planet to another in a blink of the eye. “Face it Daniel, Star Wars is way better than Star Trek,” Colonel Jack O’Neill said as he put on his sunglasses and looked around the surrounding area. A large forest surrounded the rocky plain at its edge, with the small exception of several stone structures way out into the distance. “Jack, have you considered the philosophical and social impact Star Trek has on our lives? It covers a lot of the issues we face every time we step through the gate, wherever we make contact with new cultures or when we come across others who need our help in solving problems that we cause.” Daniel Jackson challenged, recalling several times in which SG-1 had caused disasters and had to fix them. O’Neill started to walk in the direction of the stone structures. The rest of SG-1 followed his lead. “So what? Star Trek is just fantasy, and besides, Enterprise has made the whole thing crappy,” O’Neill countered. Daniel sighed, and vowed to continue the age old argument of Star Wars vs. Star Trek when they returned to Earth. Their mission was a simple one today: travel to P8F-211 and make contact with the locals. Hopefully, the SGC could broker a trade agreement with the locals, and possibly kill a Goa'uld in the process. This is what missions were like for SG-1: saving civilizations, finding alien tech and beat the crap out of the snakeheads. SG-1 walked in silence for ten minutes, before Teal’c broke the peace. “I recommend caution, O’Neill,” Teal’c said as he looked around warily. “This planet was once belonged to Ba’al, and is of strategic importance.” “And you’re telling us now?” O’Neill stopped and turned around to look the Jaffa in the eye. “I did not recognise it at first. The area around us used to be a fortress, but it appears to have been destroyed.” "So, no current Goa'uld landlord then?" O’Neill asked. The team started to walk again, with the stone structures as their destination. "It does not appear so." “You said that the planet was of strategic importance, so why would Ba’al abandon it?” Major Carter asked from the rear of the group. “I do not know, Major Carter.” Teal’c replied. “We might be able to find answers over at those buildings,” Jackson pointed out. The buildings in question were now closer, and after another half hour of walking, they had arrived at the edge of a towering stone wall. An archway in the wall showed a limited view of the civilization beyond it, which was a street filled with people going around and doing their daily jobs or errands. “Greetings, fair travellers!” a man called out in greeting from inside the archway as he walked towards SG-1. O’Neill noticed that he had a black ink tattoo of a wand with a star tip and several black dots on his forehead. “Greetings,” Jackson replied as he moved to stand next to O’Neill. “What brings you here to our humble city?” the man asked. “We are peaceful explorers, who have come a far way to trade,” Jackson said as his diplomatic side kicked in. “We have plenty of traders for you to trade with, fair travellers! Come, I shall show you around!” the man said joyfully as he led SG-1 through the archway and into the city. O’Neill noted that the wall was very thick, probably about ten metres thick. The man started to take them on a tour of the street, pointing out shops and stalls selling food and wares, as well as several places to dine and a tavern. The team noticed that everyone they saw had the strange tattoos on their foreheads, and the symbol was even painted on walls, the ground, and on flags that seemed to move despite the obvious lack of wind. Eventually, their guide led them to a square with the same symbol at the centre, and at the far end of the square, a pyramid stood. “And this is the palace of the Goddess!” their guide said happily as he gestured to the pyramid. “Uh, excuse me?” Jackson said quickly before their guide could speak again. “Yes, fair traveller?” the man said. ‘I really wish he’d stop saying that,’ O’Neill thought. “I was wondering, who is the Goddess? And how often does she come here?” Jackson asked the questions that had plagued the team’s mind since their guide first mentioned the Goddess, which was when he pointed out a side street. “Ah, the Goddess! She graces us with her presence every day, reminding us of her power and beauty!” the man said as he gazed at the pyramid dreamily. “Can we see the Goddess?” Jackson asked, while Teal’c and O’Neill moved away a little to have a private conversation. “Do you recognise their tattoos?” O’Neill asked Teal’c as the two shot careful glances around to make sure no one was listening. “I do not, O’Neill. This planet may belong to a minor Goa’uld,” Teal’c replied. Before they could discuss the matter further, Jackson and Carter came over. “Azarn has agreed to try and arrange an audience with the Goddess for us,” Jackson announced. “Who?” O’Neill asked as he looked around. He noticed that the man was gone. “Azarn was the one that took us on the tour, sir,” Carter explained. “How long did he say it would take to arrange an audience with this ‘Goddess’?” O’Neill gave the pyramid a long glare. “He didn’t say,” Carter replied. SG-1 decided to stay put and admire the city from their spot. The sun was starting to set, and after four hours of waiting, they decided to leave and head back to the gate for their check-in with the SGC. But as soon as they had started to move, trumpets suddenly started playing as a platform carried by four men entered the square from the pyramid. People started to gather around the platform and cheered. Fireworks started to go off from somewhere behind the platform, lighting up the plaza in shades of green, red and blue. But SG-1 didn’t notice the fireworks or the loud cheers from the crowd, because they had their eyes fixed firmly on the thing that was seated at the top of the platform: a horse. Well, a horse with a horn on its head and wearing a lot of gold. O’Neill groaned. Worshipping parasites was one thing, but a horse?! The four men that carried the platform and the horse stopped, right in front of SG-1. The crowds formed a circle around them, as a tension filled silence filled the air. The horse and SG-1 stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak. “Alright, show’s over folks!” O’Neill shouted out to the crowd gathered as he turned his back on the horse and the platform bearers. “You see this? This is a horse. Not a God or Goddess, but a horse.” The crowd gasped slightly at O’Neill’s words. “Trixie is not a horse! She is a Goddess!” the horse exclaimed angrily, catching SG-1 by surprise. O’Neill turned around sharply to face the ‘horse’, while Jackson’s jaw dropped, Carter stared with curiosity and Teal’c raised an eyebrow. “Forgive my friend. We have come far away on a long journey, he did not mean any harm,” Jackson managed to say after he had rediscovered the power to speak. The Goddess glared down at Jackson, before turning her head away. “The Elegant and Most Powerful Goddess Trixie does not accept any excuses from neigh-sayers,” she said, shooting O’Neill yet another glare. ‘Sheesh, if her glares were bullets, I’d be Swiss cheese by now,’ O’Neill thought to himself. Jackson nudged O'Neill and shot him a look that said apologise-or-we-are-in-trouble. “Does it help if I say I’m sorry?” O’Neill asked innocently and sincerely. "Only if you can beat me at a challenge," Trixie said as a small but evil, 'oh so evil', smile spread across her face/muzzle/WHATEVER! "Name it." O'neill said determined. "A contest to see who is the best at magic!" Trixie exclaimed as the crowd cheered and the fireworks went off again. "That's it?" 'and I was thinking it was going to be a series of trials that test our loyalty, kindness, generosity, honesty and laughter, or some crappy honour thing.' ------ Okay, first, I would want to point out that each chapter will start off with a bit about Trixie, and how she ened up halfway across the galaxy. Secondly, all thoughts in the main story are the thoughts that are going through Jack O'Neill's mind. Thirdly, thanks to the guy who created image #24 in Equestria Daily's #451 drawfriend and to Fluttershy511 for doing an SG-1 crossover before me, which made me realise that there is a surprising lack of Stargate stories on this site. As usual, let me know if the characters are written wrong, or if the spelling and grammer is horrible, or why you just don't/do like it.