Post 3, Farscape/SG1 crossover
Just some thoughts before I post the next section.
Most of this after post 2 was written as part of "nanowrimo" which is short for November National Writing Month (or something like that)--basically a challenge to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Under that kind of pressure, the mind does crazy things. Like go off on tangents such as crossovers. Fantasy sequences. Blather that doesn't amount to anything. The idea is quantity, with the hope that in the edit, you'll find some nuggets of quality.
So, hopefully, that explains some of this silliness.
without further ado:
Paradise, Post 3, "Chapter 2"
Chapter II
“I had no idea…” Colonel Samantha Carter stands with her hands on her hips, staring at the spacecraft that takes up most of the hangar’s space. What was once cavernous is now almost filled wall to wall with a golden hued pod, sealed and with no apparent entry.
And the smell. Vala stands behind her, breathing heavily through her mouth, fingers pinching her nose shut and pinky in the air, ever dainty. Carter shakes her head at her teammate.
“Well?” she asks.
Vala shrugs, eyes fixed on the pod. “Not anything I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re sure.”
“Colonel, trust me. I would know if I’d seen this before.” She moves her hand away from her face, tries to resume normal breathing. “I…I really am not sure what you expect me to add to this…except to say that if you expect me to go in there, we need anti-contaminant suits and gas masks.”
“You’re right.” Carter looks up at the control room, cups her hands to her face, then moves them away and mouths: gas masks, two. Siler acknowledges her and is back with the two masks, one hand over his mouth and nose before she can even turn back to the ship in front of her.
“Didn’t they tell you anything?” Vala has put the mask over her face and her voice has taken on a nasally, far away quality. Carter isn’t worried about contamination; it’s just the stomach churning smell mixed with anticipation mixed with fear that has her trying to keep her lunch down. Vala doesn’t appear to be faring much better and she had eaten a whole lot more than Carter had, the biggest meal she’d had in days.
“If I vomit, I’m never touching that blue Jell-O of yours again. It was bad enough the first time around. I can’t imagine it would improve on the second go round.” She offers Carter a brief smile through the mask, one that seems to say it’s okay, I don’t want to go in there either.
The rest of the team was off world, Mitchell and Teal’c with SG13, Daniel back to Atlantis for more research on Merlin’s weapon-any weapon-to help them defeat the Ori. Both Vala and Carter had picked up some sort of virus on the last trip through the gate and neither had been cleared back to off world duty as yet. Nothing more than the flu, but enough to keep them both flat for days. Blue Jell-O was all Sam had been able to stomach today and suddenly that was too much. Even watching Vala dig into the meatloaf had been a little disconcerting-
Enough with the food, her stomach seemed to say
“General Landry didn’t have a lot of information.”
“We seem awfully…” Vala paused. “Blissfully, unaware. This is something, Colonel. It’s been ferried here, it’s alien, it’s nothing Goa'uld…yet no one seems overly concerned.”
“Oh, the general was plenty concerned. He just didn’t know anything.”
“Except that whatever that smell is, it’s rotting.”
Carter nodded once, sharply. Rotting, dead…there was a being in there and she didn’t even know how to open the door to get to it. She stepped forward, the mask warding off the edge of the smell but it was still there, underneath, like over-ripened fruit, sweet and sticky smelling but nothing pleasant.
It had been a living thing and now it was a dead thing, sitting in a strange hangar. Had it died alone? Had it suffered?
“Let’s see if we can get it open.” Carter stepped forward, felt Vala at her side, quiet for once. No quips about what might be inside to steal, about the potential for loot, about how the boys were missing out in this grand adventure. The sheer size of it was intimidating and, judging from the stench, the interior was likely to be far more overwhelming.
They stood almost directly beneath it. Carter tilted her head up, walked forward and underneath, hands raised over her head, fingertips just grazing the underside of the craft. It was steel but…wasn’t. Even she who had seen so much she’d never even imagined existed, who worked alongside two aliens every day…even she didn’t know what to make of this, what it meant, what it meant to earth.
And if the Ori weren’t enough to worry about…
That was when the klaxons started blaring, shaking her from her reverie. Landry’s voice broke over the comms system, harsh, no nonsense.
“Colonel Carter, assemble your team, conference room. Base under lockdown until further notice.”
She and Vala exchanged glances. “Lockdown?” Vala raised an eyebrow.
“Your first one?” Carter asked.
“I believe so.”
“Well, since the team is you and me…Let’s go.”
Most of this after post 2 was written as part of "nanowrimo" which is short for November National Writing Month (or something like that)--basically a challenge to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Under that kind of pressure, the mind does crazy things. Like go off on tangents such as crossovers. Fantasy sequences. Blather that doesn't amount to anything. The idea is quantity, with the hope that in the edit, you'll find some nuggets of quality.
So, hopefully, that explains some of this silliness.
without further ado:
Paradise, Post 3, "Chapter 2"
Chapter II
“I had no idea…” Colonel Samantha Carter stands with her hands on her hips, staring at the spacecraft that takes up most of the hangar’s space. What was once cavernous is now almost filled wall to wall with a golden hued pod, sealed and with no apparent entry.
And the smell. Vala stands behind her, breathing heavily through her mouth, fingers pinching her nose shut and pinky in the air, ever dainty. Carter shakes her head at her teammate.
“Well?” she asks.
Vala shrugs, eyes fixed on the pod. “Not anything I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re sure.”
“Colonel, trust me. I would know if I’d seen this before.” She moves her hand away from her face, tries to resume normal breathing. “I…I really am not sure what you expect me to add to this…except to say that if you expect me to go in there, we need anti-contaminant suits and gas masks.”
“You’re right.” Carter looks up at the control room, cups her hands to her face, then moves them away and mouths: gas masks, two. Siler acknowledges her and is back with the two masks, one hand over his mouth and nose before she can even turn back to the ship in front of her.
“Didn’t they tell you anything?” Vala has put the mask over her face and her voice has taken on a nasally, far away quality. Carter isn’t worried about contamination; it’s just the stomach churning smell mixed with anticipation mixed with fear that has her trying to keep her lunch down. Vala doesn’t appear to be faring much better and she had eaten a whole lot more than Carter had, the biggest meal she’d had in days.
“If I vomit, I’m never touching that blue Jell-O of yours again. It was bad enough the first time around. I can’t imagine it would improve on the second go round.” She offers Carter a brief smile through the mask, one that seems to say it’s okay, I don’t want to go in there either.
The rest of the team was off world, Mitchell and Teal’c with SG13, Daniel back to Atlantis for more research on Merlin’s weapon-any weapon-to help them defeat the Ori. Both Vala and Carter had picked up some sort of virus on the last trip through the gate and neither had been cleared back to off world duty as yet. Nothing more than the flu, but enough to keep them both flat for days. Blue Jell-O was all Sam had been able to stomach today and suddenly that was too much. Even watching Vala dig into the meatloaf had been a little disconcerting-
Enough with the food, her stomach seemed to say
“General Landry didn’t have a lot of information.”
“We seem awfully…” Vala paused. “Blissfully, unaware. This is something, Colonel. It’s been ferried here, it’s alien, it’s nothing Goa'uld…yet no one seems overly concerned.”
“Oh, the general was plenty concerned. He just didn’t know anything.”
“Except that whatever that smell is, it’s rotting.”
Carter nodded once, sharply. Rotting, dead…there was a being in there and she didn’t even know how to open the door to get to it. She stepped forward, the mask warding off the edge of the smell but it was still there, underneath, like over-ripened fruit, sweet and sticky smelling but nothing pleasant.
It had been a living thing and now it was a dead thing, sitting in a strange hangar. Had it died alone? Had it suffered?
“Let’s see if we can get it open.” Carter stepped forward, felt Vala at her side, quiet for once. No quips about what might be inside to steal, about the potential for loot, about how the boys were missing out in this grand adventure. The sheer size of it was intimidating and, judging from the stench, the interior was likely to be far more overwhelming.
They stood almost directly beneath it. Carter tilted her head up, walked forward and underneath, hands raised over her head, fingertips just grazing the underside of the craft. It was steel but…wasn’t. Even she who had seen so much she’d never even imagined existed, who worked alongside two aliens every day…even she didn’t know what to make of this, what it meant, what it meant to earth.
And if the Ori weren’t enough to worry about…
That was when the klaxons started blaring, shaking her from her reverie. Landry’s voice broke over the comms system, harsh, no nonsense.
“Colonel Carter, assemble your team, conference room. Base under lockdown until further notice.”
She and Vala exchanged glances. “Lockdown?” Vala raised an eyebrow.
“Your first one?” Carter asked.
“I believe so.”
“Well, since the team is you and me…Let’s go.”