Um.. I guess all the normal stuff, Farscape and it's characters don't belong to me, same with Stargate characters. This is my first thing posted. I hope you enjoy. Ok, on with the story. Some asked when this took place on a Farscape time line. I picture it at being between Different Destinations and Eat Me. As far as Stargate is concerned... well I have a confession to make, I'm a casual watcher, so please, I know there are some technicality mistakes, but I don't really plan on fixing them. I'm writing this story as is, so I hope you enjoy it anyway. As for the scapers, well I hope there aren't any mistakes, I think I know that show front to back. Anyway, on with the story!

"Well, all I can say is that whatever it is, it's really big." John Crichton was standing in the cargo bay of Moya, looking up at a large ring shaped object. It stood at least fourteen feet in diameter and there were markings around the ring that reminded Crichton of ancient Earth civilizations. He turned to Dominar Rygel XVI, who was next to Crichton, floating lazily on his throne sled. "If you ask me, we shouldn't have brought it onboard. Who knows what the hell this thing even is."

"It's obviously worth a large price to someone." Rygel said with a snort, "And that's all that matters."

"Either that or worth nothing, we did find is floating in space. But hey Sparky, they always say, 'someone's trash is someone else's treasure'. It'd make a good football goal, wanna play?" He gave Rygel an appraising look. "You can be the ball." Crichton leaned against the waist high object that had accompanied the ring. It looked slightly like a table, but it had markings on it that were similar to the ones on the ring and there was a large red half sphere on it's top. At the glare he received from Rygel, he said, "Fine have it your way, but if trouble comes from this thing, it's your ass I'm comin' for." Crichton paused and shook his head. "What am I talking about, of course this thing's gonna cause trouble." He put a hand on the Hynerian's shoulder and started to steer him towards the door. "Come on, Aeryn wanted to see me up in command and I'm sure you have a lot of menacing plotting to do." They left and the swiveling door to Moya's cargo bay closed after them.

Almost immediately after they left, the ring started to make loud clanking noises and orange lights flashed on. A part of the ring started to spin like a dial and every time it would lock onto one of the markings, it reversed course until locking onto another one. After all seven of the markings were glowing, there was a large flash of blue light and a huge tidal wave of energy spewed forth like a geyser from the center of the ring. It subsided and where there had once been open space, there was now a portal that resembled rippling water.

Something was emerging from inside the portal. A small vehicle rolled out onto the ring's small platform and there was a camera that immediately started to scan the cargo bay. The portal remained open for a few minutes and then it dissolved into nothingness, leaving the small vehicle behind.

When John and Rygel arrived in the command center, Aeryn Sun was already working at one of the panels. "Have you finished assembling the ring?" she asked without turning around.

"Yeah, as far as I know it's set up in the same way as we found it and it's doing a super job of taking up space." Crichton came up to stand next to Aeryn and started working at the panel also. "Spanky here thinks it'll fetch a pretty good price." Rygel had hovered over and was listening to Crichton.

"It will, if we find the correct sort of buyer." Rygel chuckled with a wide grin.

"You mean if you can find somebody gullible enough to buy a big hunk of metal." Aeryn retorted. Rygel huffed as if offended and made his way out of command.

"Gotta love the way you handle him." Crichton said laughing. Aeryn didn't say anything, but John could tell that she took his comment as a complement. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the clamshell over in the corner activate and a holographic representation of Pilot appeared. "Yo Pilot, what's happening?" Crichton said, looking up at him.

"Commander Crichton, Officer Sun, something unusual has happened with the large ring you brought on board." Pilot was frowning. "It seems to have activated a portal of some sort and there is a small vehicle that came through."

"Is the portal still open Pilot?" Crichton asked, dread filling his stomach.

"No, the portal has closed, but the vehicle remains. DRD's are examining it at the moment."

"Frell, I knew we should never have brought that thing onboard." Aeryn was saying, unclipping her pulse pistol. She charged out of the room and Crichton was close on her heels.

"We're on our way down there Pilot." John called over his shoulder, also drawing his pulse pistol. He followed closely behind Aeryn down to the cargo bay and on the way, he told D'Argo to meet him in cargo bay as well.

"Hey D, something weird is happening with this thing we brought on board." He said through the comms.

"Define weird." The Luxan growled.

"You know, huge portals opening on their own, strange objects appearing out of them, the usual stuff."

D'Argo merely grunted and his booming voice replied. "I'm on my way."

When John and Aeryn reached the cargo bay, it was basically as Crichton had last left it with the addition of a metal cart-like object sitting on the platform. It was silver; about two and a half feet tall and there were large, all-terrain wheels on it. A camera was mounted on it and it looked like it had a sort of radio transmitter as well.

D'Argo came charging in only a few moments later and he was shortly followed by Chiana. The gray skinned Nabari always looked so full of character and action that Crichton always found it ironic she was so neutrally colored. Aeryn gave her a questioning look and she simply shrugged. "Just wanted to see what the commotion was all about." She said with a grin. Chiana spotted Crichton looking over the vehicle and strode over. "Whatcha got there Crichton?" She asked, squatting down next to him. He was examining the wiring and parts of the machine and seemed to be deep in thought.

"I don't know it's hard to explain. It just has the feeling of being a device that humans would create."

"What makes you think that?" D'Argo had walked closer as well, and Aeryn was right next to him. Her pulse pistol was hanging loosely at her side, but she didn't put it away quite yet. She looked like she was still expecting something to happen.

His eyes widened, and pointed at something engraved in the metal. Everyone looked at it, and then looked back at him.

"I can't read that." Aeryn said sounding as it that settled the matter.

"I can." His voice cracked with excitement. "It says 'Made In China'."

"What the frell does that mean?" D'Argo demanded, "I've never heard of this China." Aeryn and Chiana nodded in agreement.

"Well, it's just like you know how you guys are always saying that you don't quite understand how the primitive technology of Farscape I manages to work, well I guess I've finally been out here long enough, because I'm starting to see things from you point of view. This reminds me of noting I've found out here, but it bears a striking resemblance to all the technology of Earth." He was scratching his head and continued to search the vehicle. "But now I know it's from Earth. Come on guys, 'Made In China'. Like everything electronic on earth has that stamped somewhere on it." When they all continued to stare expectantly at him, he shrugged. "I guess it's a human thing. Regardless of what it says though, it's printed in plain English. The question is how the hell did it get here through that portal."

Aeryn interrupted him. "You never mentioned Earth had this sort of technology."

"That's cuz it doesn't." He sighed deeply. "I don't know what the hell this is." Suddenly, the ring started to make a large rumbling noise and it started to spin like a dial. As each symbol locked into place, one of the seven lights blinked on and Crichton, Chiana, Aeryn, and D'Argo all moved away from the object. Aeryn cast a sideways glance at Crichton and he merely shrugged. He had no idea what was happening.

When all seven lights were active and the large geyser of energy shot out from the center of the ring, they all took a hasty step back. D'Argo, Aeryn, and John all had their weapons drawn and Chiana was merely looking at it with curiosity. The portal rippled for a few minutes and then four figures emerged from the center of the ring. Everyone tensed and as soon as the people emerging from the portal noticed them, they also drew there weapons. The group seemed to be comprised of four people, all of which looked Sebation. There were three men and one woman and all were wearing what looked to Crichton as being military combat uniforms. The tallest of them was a black man that had a strange gold symbol on his forehead. To Crichton's great surprise, three of them were carrying what greatly resembled machine guns and it also looked like they had handguns strapped to their legs as well. The tall man however was carrying what looked like a staff of some sort.

"What the hell?" Crichton was muttering as both groups eyed each other in a standoff.

"Identify yourself," Aeryn said sharply. "Name, regiment, and rank."

"Uh Aeryn, I'm not sure they're Peacekeeper." Crichton said.

Aeryn shot him a sideway glance, frowning. "Crichton, there's only one other race that we know of that closely resembles Sebations. You yourself have admitted that they are too backwards to travel great distances through space."

"Well, it's been known to happen." He said, giving her a slight smile.

"Ah, hey there, I hate to break up the conference." The oldest member of the group from the ring sounded impatient. He looked somewhat disgruntled at being ignored. Crichton couldn't deny the thrill of excitement in his stomach. The guns, the clothes, the accents, they just looked too human to be anything but. The others might disagree and say there was nothing unusual about them, but they couldn't spot all the cultural telltale signs. The older man turned to one of the other two men. He had glasses and didn't look as militant as the other three. "Daniel, do you have any idea what the hell she was saying?"

Daniel adjusted his glasses, looking somewhat puzzled. "No, I've never heard anything like it before.

"Well that's just frelling great." D'Argo growled. "Four armed intruders aboard Moya who don't even have a clue what we're saying. Where's Rygel, I want to wring his neck for bringing this cursed thing on board."

"It's simple, we just have Moya send down some DRD's to inject them." Aeryn said, getting fed up with all the time they were wasting.

"You're missing the bigger picture here." Crichton said. "They're speaking English. I can understand what they're saying."

"Of course it sounds like English." Chiana said, giving him a goofy grin. "To you."

"Alright, listen, I'm not really the type that likes to let other people treat them like they're not here." The older soldier said, gripping his machine gun. Aeryn and D'Argo tensed again and Chiana looked at them in interest.

"Um yeah, back to you." Crichton said. "Officer Sun here wanted to know what your name, rank, and regiment. Then she said something about humans being to backwards to travel great distances through space." He gave them a lopsided grin. "Then D'Argo said something about wanting to strangle Rygel, but then that really doesn't concern you does it?"

"You can understand what everyone's saying then." Daniel said with interest. "I mean it clearly sounds like those three are each speaking a different language."

"Alright so he's some sort of language specialist." The older man said, "At least we're getting somewhere now. Maybe now we can all stand down?"

"Not until we know who the frell you are." Aeryn said snidely. The party from the ring looked expectantly at John, clearly waiting for a translation.

"Uh Aeryn won't back off until you explain who you are." Crichton said with a shrug. "It's a Peacekeeper thing." He caught a glimpse of D'Argo out of the corner of his eye. "Never mind, make that an alien thing, and I concur, enquiring minds want to know."

The older man narrowed his eyes, but spoke anyway. "I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill, this is Major Samantha Carter," he said gesturing to the woman, "this is Doctor Daniel Jackson," he said in regards to the man with glasses, "and last but not lest, this is Teal'c." The tall man merely nodded slightly, still giving them a searching look. "That takes care of our names and ranks, and as far as our regiment is concerned, we make up SG-1." O'Neil grinned slightly. "I don't suppose you'd be so kind as to identify yourselves as well."

"Yeah, sure, why the hell not." Crichton said with a sigh. "I suppose I'd better speak for the clan as you guys wouldn't understand a word of what they're saying. D'Argo growled deeply under his breath and Crichton figured he'd better move things along. "I'm Commander John Crichton, this is Officer Aeryn Sun, the big guy's Ka D'Argo, and the gray girl's Chiana" he gave them a grin, "And I guess we can't really classify ourselves as being a regiment."

"Great, now that we're done with role call, could we maybe all put our weapons down?" O'Neil said.

"Pilot, have some of the DRD's give them translator microbes." D'Argo said, addressing him through the ship's communicator channels. "This is getting ridiculous and I don't want to get shot because I was misunderstood."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best." Chrichton agreed. He looked back at the SG-1 team and shook his head. "Man, this was the last thing I was expecting."