*pries the bunny off with a stick*
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ramblin_rosieNeed a bit of input, gang. I have most of the opening two scenes of a crossover fic--a sequel of sorts to "There and Back Again"--but I'm not having much success figuring out the mission involved. Here's where things stand (slight spoilers for the second show's fifth season):
“How’s it look, Kinch?” Hogan asked.
“Somethin’ just landed in the brush a minute or two ago,” Kinch reported.
“What sort of something?”
Kinch turned away from the periscope. “I dunno. I can’t see it. It’s big, though.”
“It’s big, but you can’t see it?” LeBeau repeated.
“You mean the light’s bad?” Carter frowned.
“No, I mean I can’t see it. As in, it’s invisible.”
The other men exchanged a glance.
Kinch turned back to the periscope. “Hold on, there’s somebody out there now--huh.”
Another shared glance. “Don’t tell me the hobbits are back,” Hogan said.
“No... but it’s almost as strange. Here, see for yourself.”
Kinch stepped aside, and Hogan looked through the periscope just in time to see a large goateed man with dreadlocks kneel down in front of the viewing can, look at it quizzically, and tap on the lens. The stranger then motioned to another man in black, and Hogan turned the periscope slightly--just enough to catch the American flag on the second man’s left sleeve as he moved into the light.
“Carter, get ’em down here fast,” Hogan ordered.
Dr. Rodney McKay had finally gotten enough of Janus’ research decoded to find that he’d left a copy of his time-travel data behind in his Atlantis lab. The IOA promptly insisted that Team Sheppard bring the data and their experimental Puddle Jumper back to Area 51 to try to recreate the time-travel drive. McKay sent the data ahead to Dr. Lee and gave him a month to make the drive before the team, accompanied by Drs. Radek Zelenka and Carson Beckett, returned to install and test it. Physicist Zelenka came along as the resident Jumper expert, and physician Beckett came “in case anything goes wrong”--Jennifer Keller’s words, not his, spoken before something else went wrong in Atlantis and Richard Woolsey refused to release her from duty while she still had patients.
The team soon discovered that they should have either given Dr. Lee two months or called in McKay’s sister Jeannie.
The drive was waiting for them when they arrived, but Lee admitted they hadn’t finished running simulations on it yet. But the IOA were insistent, and for once neither McKay nor Lt. Col. John Sheppard was willing to put up with their whining. As soon as Lee and Zelenka got the drive installed, the Lanteans took the Jumper on a test flight.
Somehow the drive malfunctioned and took navigation with it. Sheppard lost count of how many times they jumped before he was finally able to bring the ship under control and cloak it. Once he did, he attempted to find a likely spot to land, a tricky proposition in a wooded area at night. He made it, though, and everyone aboard breathed a sigh of relief.
“Rodney?” Sheppard asked.
“I don’t know,” McKay replied, prodding his laptop.
“You don’t know what?” prompted Ronon Dex.
“Anything he might ask about,” McKay clarified. “Where we are, when we are, how long it’ll take to fix the Jumper, anything.”
“Perhaps we should attempt to find other shelter for the night,” Teyla Emmagan suggested.
Zelenka looked up from his own computer at that, then came forward as a searchlight swept across the windshield. “That looks like a prison camp,” he stated, pointing.
“Yeah,” Sheppard agreed. “Probably no houses around for miles.” He pulled up the Jumper’s Heads-Up Display to confirm his conjecture. There were numerous life signs in the camp and a few scattered outside that appeared to be guards, but no others were visible inside of a mile.
“D’ya mind?!” McKay groused.
“Rodney, it will take several hours to go through that data, even if we work together,” Zelenka replied. “We have no way of knowing whether the cloak has been affected. And we didn’t bring any food.”
Sheppard frowned and shifted the HUD’s display to elevation. “That’s odd.”
“What?” five voices chorused.
“Look.” Sheppard pointed to a number of life signs below ground level throughout the camp.
“Escape tunnels?” Beckett wondered.
“Could be... but what are the odds....” Sheppard left his thought unfinished as he ran a hand through his unruly hair and stared at the camp.
“Colonel?” Zelenka prodded.
“Patches on, everybody,” Sheppard ordered abruptly, taking the Velcro-backed identifying shoulder patches out of his pocket. “Ronon, you take McKay’s jacket; Teyla, you take mine. I don’t want to risk us being shot as spies if we’re captured.”
“What’s the plan?” McKay asked, following suit.
“We’re gonna make a break for the tunnel.”
The others slapped their patches on, gathered their gear, and followed Sheppard out of the Jumper. No sooner had they hidden themselves from another searchlight sweep than Ronon spotted something that looked like a soup can on a pipe poking out of a clump of bracken. When the light passed, he hurried over to it, tapped on the glass front of the can, and motioned Sheppard over to him. The thing moved as if looking at Sheppard.
“Looks like a periscope,” Sheppard whispered. The thing disappeared into the bracken.
“A what?” Ronon frowned.
“It’s a device for seeing above a barrier.”
Just then the top of a tree stump flipped open and a man’s head popped out. “Hey! Over here!” the man--an American--stage-whispered.
Team Sheppard hurried toward the stump. “Is this Stalag 13?” Sheppard whispered back.
“Sure is,” came the reply. “C’mon down.”
Sheppard sent Beckett down the ladder first, then McKay, Zelenka, Teyla, and Ronon, and finally followed himself. As the trap door closed over him, he heard a guard’s footsteps approaching.
“Hi,” said a vaguely familiar voice when Sheppard reached the bottom of the ladder. “Welcome to Stalag 13.”
Sheppard turned and saluted the man he knew as Gen. Robert Hogan. “Sir. Lt. Col. John Sheppard, United States Air Force. Dr. Rodney McKay, Dr. Radek Zelenka, Dr. Carson Beckett, Ronon Dex, and Teyla Emmagan. Sorry to drop in on you like this, but we had to make an emergency landing outside the camp, and we need a place to stay until we can get her fixed.”
“I’m glad someone knows where we are,” McKay grumbled.
It's probably a case of taking out a heavily-defended factory/refinery/ammo dump/radar installation/lab, but I could use some suggestions....
And yes, I will be a good girl and not try to finish this until I get my current dissertation chapters turned in.
“How’s it look, Kinch?” Hogan asked.
“Somethin’ just landed in the brush a minute or two ago,” Kinch reported.
“What sort of something?”
Kinch turned away from the periscope. “I dunno. I can’t see it. It’s big, though.”
“It’s big, but you can’t see it?” LeBeau repeated.
“You mean the light’s bad?” Carter frowned.
“No, I mean I can’t see it. As in, it’s invisible.”
The other men exchanged a glance.
Kinch turned back to the periscope. “Hold on, there’s somebody out there now--huh.”
Another shared glance. “Don’t tell me the hobbits are back,” Hogan said.
“No... but it’s almost as strange. Here, see for yourself.”
Kinch stepped aside, and Hogan looked through the periscope just in time to see a large goateed man with dreadlocks kneel down in front of the viewing can, look at it quizzically, and tap on the lens. The stranger then motioned to another man in black, and Hogan turned the periscope slightly--just enough to catch the American flag on the second man’s left sleeve as he moved into the light.
“Carter, get ’em down here fast,” Hogan ordered.
Dr. Rodney McKay had finally gotten enough of Janus’ research decoded to find that he’d left a copy of his time-travel data behind in his Atlantis lab. The IOA promptly insisted that Team Sheppard bring the data and their experimental Puddle Jumper back to Area 51 to try to recreate the time-travel drive. McKay sent the data ahead to Dr. Lee and gave him a month to make the drive before the team, accompanied by Drs. Radek Zelenka and Carson Beckett, returned to install and test it. Physicist Zelenka came along as the resident Jumper expert, and physician Beckett came “in case anything goes wrong”--Jennifer Keller’s words, not his, spoken before something else went wrong in Atlantis and Richard Woolsey refused to release her from duty while she still had patients.
The team soon discovered that they should have either given Dr. Lee two months or called in McKay’s sister Jeannie.
The drive was waiting for them when they arrived, but Lee admitted they hadn’t finished running simulations on it yet. But the IOA were insistent, and for once neither McKay nor Lt. Col. John Sheppard was willing to put up with their whining. As soon as Lee and Zelenka got the drive installed, the Lanteans took the Jumper on a test flight.
Somehow the drive malfunctioned and took navigation with it. Sheppard lost count of how many times they jumped before he was finally able to bring the ship under control and cloak it. Once he did, he attempted to find a likely spot to land, a tricky proposition in a wooded area at night. He made it, though, and everyone aboard breathed a sigh of relief.
“Rodney?” Sheppard asked.
“I don’t know,” McKay replied, prodding his laptop.
“You don’t know what?” prompted Ronon Dex.
“Anything he might ask about,” McKay clarified. “Where we are, when we are, how long it’ll take to fix the Jumper, anything.”
“Perhaps we should attempt to find other shelter for the night,” Teyla Emmagan suggested.
Zelenka looked up from his own computer at that, then came forward as a searchlight swept across the windshield. “That looks like a prison camp,” he stated, pointing.
“Yeah,” Sheppard agreed. “Probably no houses around for miles.” He pulled up the Jumper’s Heads-Up Display to confirm his conjecture. There were numerous life signs in the camp and a few scattered outside that appeared to be guards, but no others were visible inside of a mile.
“D’ya mind?!” McKay groused.
“Rodney, it will take several hours to go through that data, even if we work together,” Zelenka replied. “We have no way of knowing whether the cloak has been affected. And we didn’t bring any food.”
Sheppard frowned and shifted the HUD’s display to elevation. “That’s odd.”
“What?” five voices chorused.
“Look.” Sheppard pointed to a number of life signs below ground level throughout the camp.
“Escape tunnels?” Beckett wondered.
“Could be... but what are the odds....” Sheppard left his thought unfinished as he ran a hand through his unruly hair and stared at the camp.
“Colonel?” Zelenka prodded.
“Patches on, everybody,” Sheppard ordered abruptly, taking the Velcro-backed identifying shoulder patches out of his pocket. “Ronon, you take McKay’s jacket; Teyla, you take mine. I don’t want to risk us being shot as spies if we’re captured.”
“What’s the plan?” McKay asked, following suit.
“We’re gonna make a break for the tunnel.”
The others slapped their patches on, gathered their gear, and followed Sheppard out of the Jumper. No sooner had they hidden themselves from another searchlight sweep than Ronon spotted something that looked like a soup can on a pipe poking out of a clump of bracken. When the light passed, he hurried over to it, tapped on the glass front of the can, and motioned Sheppard over to him. The thing moved as if looking at Sheppard.
“Looks like a periscope,” Sheppard whispered. The thing disappeared into the bracken.
“A what?” Ronon frowned.
“It’s a device for seeing above a barrier.”
Just then the top of a tree stump flipped open and a man’s head popped out. “Hey! Over here!” the man--an American--stage-whispered.
Team Sheppard hurried toward the stump. “Is this Stalag 13?” Sheppard whispered back.
“Sure is,” came the reply. “C’mon down.”
Sheppard sent Beckett down the ladder first, then McKay, Zelenka, Teyla, and Ronon, and finally followed himself. As the trap door closed over him, he heard a guard’s footsteps approaching.
“Hi,” said a vaguely familiar voice when Sheppard reached the bottom of the ladder. “Welcome to Stalag 13.”
Sheppard turned and saluted the man he knew as Gen. Robert Hogan. “Sir. Lt. Col. John Sheppard, United States Air Force. Dr. Rodney McKay, Dr. Radek Zelenka, Dr. Carson Beckett, Ronon Dex, and Teyla Emmagan. Sorry to drop in on you like this, but we had to make an emergency landing outside the camp, and we need a place to stay until we can get her fixed.”
“I’m glad someone knows where we are,” McKay grumbled.
It's probably a case of taking out a heavily-defended factory/refinery/ammo dump/radar installation/lab, but I could use some suggestions....
And yes, I will be a good girl and not try to finish this until I get my current dissertation chapters turned in.
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Date: 2008-12-14 08:52 pm (UTC)I think any of your mission ideas sound plausible.
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Date: 2008-12-14 09:02 pm (UTC)Thanks! I figure it has to be some kind of mission that could be accomplished only from a Jumper, but that's as far as I've thought.
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Date: 2008-12-14 09:50 pm (UTC)You have a knack for intriguing crossovers!
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Date: 2008-12-14 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-14 11:28 pm (UTC)importantfun stuff!!