Phasmatis Fatum: Rise of the Tau'ri

Summary: What if certain events really happened? How would those events shape the future of the galaxy? On July 7th, 1947 in the sleepy town of Roswell New Mexico, such an event occurs which changes the fate of multiple galaxies.

Disclaimer: This should be a given by now. I don't own Stargate Sg-1 that goes to the creators and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer the producers. If I did the Tau'ri would be super badass.

Roswell, New Mexico – Earth – July 1947

"William! Don't forget to feed the chickens before you come in!" shouted a feminine voice from a rather decent sized homestead a few dozen feet away from the chicken coops. The glowing lights shining through the window illuminating the shadowed form of what was obviously a female standing on the front porch.

"Alright Mom!" the twelve year old voice of the dark blond hair and brown eyed William Adams shouted back as he made his way from the barn; where he had just finished feeding old lightning screech, a pure bred mustang whose pelt was such a dark brown, you would think that it was black. Old lightening screech was his favorite horse on his family's ranch and definitely his favorite animal. Even in his old age, screech could still leave many of the younger horses in the dust.

Walking closer to the chicken coop he noticed his mother going back inside the house, probably to cook dinner.

'I hope she's making roast chicken tonight! That's my favorite,' William, or 'Will' as his friends and father called him thought. Only his mother called him William but he figured that was a mother thing. 'Hmm, I wonder when Pa's gonna be back from the town?' he continued thinking as he reached the coop and started to feed the squawking chickens. The birds were clamoring over each other in order to reach their sustenance. To someone who never experienced it before, it might've been a novel experience but William wasn't any 'City Boy.' He had been doing these chores since he was five and now he really didn't pay any attention to it.

Finishing up feeding the birds, he made his way out of the coop; making sure to close the hatch this time. Pa had been rightly furious when he left it open two months ago and the coyotes got the chicken. He still vividly remembered the telling off he got for that; thankfully Pa didn't see the need to use the belt; it was of course only a mistake.

Talking about Pa, William noticed the glare of two lights cutting through the gradually darkening sky and the sound of an engine slowly making its way up the road leading to the house. He grinned and quickly made his way to the truck as it settled at the top of the driveway, engine slowly tapering off.

"Pa!" shouted William as he happily dashed to the driver side of the parked truck.

"Hey there Kiddo," smiled Ethan Adams as he stepped out of the truck, calmly ruffling Williams hair, causing the usual pout much to his amusement. "What do you say about helping your old man take these supplies to the barn?"

"Sure thing!" William enthusatically replied as they both made their way to the rear of the truck and started to haul the supplies to the ranch's barn.

By the time they finished hauling all of the supplies to the barn, the setting sun was the smallest sliver on the horizon and William could see the thousands of stars in the dark, but cloudless sky.

"Let's get inside before it gets too late, we don't want your mother to skin both of our hides," William's rather jokingly stated, causing young William to giggle. As they both made their way to the house, William noticed that one of the stars was slowly increasing in size. Now William might be young, but he had been around long enough to notice that stars don't normally do such things, an like any other excitable child, he made sure enough to point it out to his father.

"Hey Pa! look at that star, Its getting bigger!" he shouted excitedly while wildly pointing in the direction of said star. This in turn caused the older male to turn his attention to what his son was gesturing at.

"What the…" sure enough, his son was correct; that star was getting brighter and it was getting brighter by the second. Ethan Adams quickly turned his attention to his son. "Hey Kiddo, why don't you go inside and see if your mother needs any help." He said in a tone that was obviously more of a statement than a question.

"Awww! But why P…" that was as far young William got before the 'star' blasted over them with a loud spine crawling screech; the massive overpressure causing both father and son to involuntarily and violently hit the ground.

Thought Ethan and William may not have ever experienced it, what they were feeling now was similar to someone who survived an explosion at close range; both of their ears were ringing so loudly that they couldn't hear Sandra Adams as she fervently screamed in the house. They also couldn't hear the earth shattering impact of the 'star' as it violently touched town about a mile from their house; though they could feel it, being as situated on the ground as they were.

Ethan, was the first one to recover, and after a few collapses slowly made his way to the blurry figure of his son curled up on the ground.

"William!" he shouted to his son as he gently, but obviously fervently shook his son; his own voice sounding like he was speaking under water due to the temporary damage his ears were experiencing. "Come on Kiddo," he continued trying to get a response from the unmoving figure before him. Seeing as he wasn't receiving any response, he picked up William as gently as he could with his shaking hands and stumbled his way to the house.

Before he could make it to the steps of his home, a flash of orange light lit up his already deteriorated vision making him stumble. Before he could completely fall however, he felt soft hands steady him and the voice of what he now recognized as his wife trying to speak to him.

"Wh..t..Ha..p..nd! Et..an! Is …iam Alr..ht! ETHAN!" she finally broke through the gradually diminishing ringing that plagued his ear. Helping them both inside she guided him to the couch where he gently placed the unconscious William on the couch; his mother tenderly stroking his dark blond hair. Ethan gently lowered himself into the chair his wife guided him too and rapidly shook his head to try and clear it. His vision and hearing was rapidly starting to come back to him now and his body wasn't shaking as much as it was a minute ago.

"What happened Ethan?" his wife quietly asked him, hand still softly stroking Williams hair, whose head was situated in his lap.

"…I don't know Sandra…I just don't know. William pointed out that a star was growing bigger and when I saw that it was I turned to tell him to get inside…I wasn't turned around for more than ten seconds when…I really don't know what happened." Ethan said in a quiet tone; a tone that was usually heard from those who are both confused and frightened…and Ethan was rightly terrified but he knew he had to find out what happened.

"Sandra, stay here with William," he stated as he got back up and made his way to his gun case where he rapidly took out his M1903 Springfield Rifle which he inherited from his father and loaded it with five .30 caliber bullets, while he placed the rest in his vest pocket. While he was doing this his wife continued ask what he was doing.

"Sandra, please stay here with William, I will be right back," he replied to his wife. Knowing that she couldn't stop him when he got like this, she just pleaded with him to be careful as he made his way through the front doors of the house.

Once he got outside, he noticed small patches of fire on a hill to the north and what looked to be smoke was rising in the air about a kilometer in that direction. Finding his bearing him rapidly made his to hill. Being in good physical condition from working on the ranch all day while also being at a relative young age of 32, Ethan made his way to the top of the hill in good time, though he was careful enough to stay away from the patches of burning grass.

Once he made it to the top of the hill, he took a few moments to catch his breath before he turned his attention to fires and smoke beyond the hill…only to have his breath hitch in his throat. What he saw would forever change his life.

Around four hundred meters from the top of the hill, a rather large and obviously damaged silver craft was half buried in the dirt, at the end of a two hundred meter trench. The craft itself was roughly circular but pieces of it was scattered throughout the field, most still burning savagely in the night, illuminating the dark valley below like a hundred torches. He was about to move from his position when he noticed movement near a breach in what he assumed was the rear of the craft. What slowly crawled out of that breach caused his jaw to drop and eyes to widen significantly in awe and quite a bit amount of fear.

It was roughly four feet high, around the same height of William, but that is where all comparisons with his boy went out of the window. The body itself was human-like but was extremely thin and it didn't look like it could support the beings large head. In the glinting fires surrounding the craft he could also see that beings skin color was gray. At this distance he couldn't pinpoint any other features of the figure and his fear overweighed his curiosity so he just decided to observe…what ever it was from a distance.

He observed the being as it slowly made its way away from the crashed craft. It probably only made it thirty feet before it feel to its knees and collapsed on the heat crystallized dirt. Ethan observed the down being for five minutes before his curiosity outweighed his fear. He cautiously made his way down the hill and within two minutes he was nervously standing fifty feet away from the downed being. Keeping his rifle pointed at the being he slowly made his was closer until he was within spitting distance. His curiosity and awe once again overriding his fear he made the last push until he was crouched down next to the small gray figure. The being was face down on the ground so he couldn't see any facial features, but he could see that the being was completely hairless with long thin hands. He could also see that the being had been gravely injured during the crash as it was bleeding green fluid from a number of lacerations that dotted its body. He brought the unusual hands closer to his face with the business end of his rifle to carefully inspect them and found that, other than being longer and thinner than his hands, they were surprisingly human.

Seeing no response to that action he decided to take his rifle and turn over the creature. Carefully pushing the tip of his rifle under the being, he cautiously flipped it over…only to fall on his backside as he saw the beings face.

Solid Black eyes stared back at him unemotionally. Frightened that this strange being would suddenly attack him he quickly scampered backwards but the creature didn't move; the large black eyes just staring at the spot where he was a minute ago. Gathering his rapidly deteriorating courage, he cautiously makes his way to the alien being and stupidly waves his hand in front of its face. Seeing no reaction to his actions he calms down, assuming that the alien is dead and with rapt fascination takes in the aliens facial features.

"My God…" he whispers quietly as he took in the beings large, bulbous head, massive black eyes, an almost no-existent nose and extremely small mouth that gave the being a decidedly…well alien appearance. He spent the next few minutes studying the alien in front of him until he was broken out of his trance by a distant droning. Carefully listening to the distant noise he suddenly realized that the sound was an aircraft engine, which probably meant military, which wasn't good for him.

"Shit!" he frantically whispered to himself as he rapidly made his way from the dead alien and crash site and jumped in a bundle of bushes that somehow didn't catch fire, not that he wasn't anything but thankful at the time. It wasn't five seconds later when a P-51 Mustang screamed overhead from the south before banking and heading back the way it came, that most likely being Walker Air Force Base. Ethan stayed hidden under those bushes for another few minutes before deciding it that the fighter wouldn't be coming back and it was safe to leave.

He looked at the crashed ship and dead alien before sprinting up to the hill where he first saw the crash. At the top of the hill, he turned around to again look at the crash again when he noticed a convoy of military vehicles coming up the road that separated his ranch from the McGaundles. He spared the military convoy another glance before he sprinted back to his house, knowing that he would never forget this night for as long as he lived.

Well! I hope everybody liked the start of my new story…I had this idea going around my head for a while now…you know one of those what if things. I just want everyone to know that Earth will not be pushovers in this story, but neither will the Goa'uld. You will find out a bit more about them in the later chapters but they will be similar in power to the Goa'uld in my other story 'Rise of the Dalk'om Empire.'

If you have ever read XSGCOM: Mirror Image by Hotpoint and liked it I do believe you will like this story also… If you haven't read said story, Read It! It has got to be my favorite story on .

The Next Chapter will be the start of Stargate-SG1, which I think occurs in 1997. I won't be adding the first trip to Abydos which was in the 1994 Stargate Movie…lets just say that that went the same as it did in the movie

Oh! Reeemember! I like the Reviews, not only do I get helpful feedback but also, the more reviews I get the more people find out about this story.

Oh, and for all those who are wondering, Rise of the Dalk'om Empire might take a slight backburner to this story but It is not discontinued!

Oh, and in case you're wondering;

Phasmatis Fatum:Latin for: Spiral Destiny