A Blaster’s Tale BY TO BE REVEALED [LFWS #4 ROUND 1]
Title: A Blaster’s Tale
Author: To be revealed
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Runner, Sateda
Genre(s):Friendship
Character(s):Ronon Dex, Blaster, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Carson Beckett
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Prompt for the Round: Write a fic in first person using an inanimate object as POV. Must feature at least one member from the team but it can also have anyone else. The fic must start with "I am".
A Blaster’s Tale by TO BE REVEALED
I am Ronon Dex’s blaster, more precisely his particle energy weapon but I am not certain he knows my real name. However, that doesn’t matter; I am happy to belong to an expert marksman who knows exactly how to handle me. I don’t care what he calls me.
We have been together for many years; he was already a Wraith runner when he found me. I became the property of slavers who killed the Traveler who owned me. The slavers loved to abuse me, firing me at their whim whenever they felt like destroying something and they felt like that quite often. They didn’t understand how to recharge me but they had my holster and the attached pouch which carried extra power cylinders. They were idiots, it took them a while to figure out what the cylinders were and how to replace them; real geniuses, that group.
The slavers, who were on a dreary planet rounding up poor souls for a mining operation, spotted Ronon in a tavern. I had been with them long enough to feel them salivating at the opportunity to capture Ronon, visions of many credits dancing in their heads. If I could have laughed, I would have; the large, powerful human, now my owner, quickly overpowered the slavers and killed the man who had possession of me.
Ronon Dex freed me but I soon understood that he was anything but free. My creators, the Travelers, had taken to the stars to escape the scourge of the Wraith. I heard the stories of their heinous acts against the humans of our galaxy. Ronon was a runner, implanted with a tracking device, hunted for sport by those evil beings. The Wraith followed him relentlessly during the next several years. Rarely could he rest or consume nutrition or find an energy source to recharge my depleted power cylinders. He carried a sword as well as several knives but I was his weapon of choice. He could kill the scourge from far away and escape.
As time passed, he learned to be extremely proficient at handling my weight, balancing me so that his aim is always true. He likes to twirl me before he shoots; I like it as well. I feel his control, slipping me from stun to kill mode smoothly; it helps me discharge the particle beam with efficiency.
One day the Wraith chased us onto a planet that made me feel uncomfortable; the radiation was irritating to my stored energy but not enough to prevent me from operating correctly. The Wraith hunter soon appeared as well as another powerful human, and then even more humans came.
I have never understood nor do I believe that Ronon understands why these humans were different. He trusted the tall man with the funny dark hair immediately. He had not trusted anyone in a very long time, yet this man was different. We know him as John and he saved my owner from the Wraith, bringing the little man with the funny voice to remove the tracking device; all John wanted in return was help to find a friend. It was that same day that he met the woman, Teyla who showed him compassion and understanding and for whom he cares greatly. He also met a strange human who speaks quickly; he does not understand all that the one called McKay says but he likes him.
These people brought us to a great city called Atlantis and I love it here. There is adequate energy to keep me recharged and supplies to keep me clean so that I can operate efficiently. He loves it here as well. He is more at ease now; he doesn’t squeeze my grip as tightly as before during those years we were on the run. He now uses me to protect himself but also to protect those he has come to care about and who care about him.
Once I was lost from Ronon, the Wraith implanted him with a tracking device again and forced him fight them. John would not give up until he found him and he brought me him to so that I could once again protect my owner. He brought me to him even though I know he would love to have me for himself but John, Ronon’s friend, knows exactly where I belong.
Author: To be revealed
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Runner, Sateda
Genre(s):Friendship
Character(s):Ronon Dex, Blaster, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Carson Beckett
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Prompt for the Round: Write a fic in first person using an inanimate object as POV. Must feature at least one member from the team but it can also have anyone else. The fic must start with "I am".
A Blaster’s Tale by TO BE REVEALED
I am Ronon Dex’s blaster, more precisely his particle energy weapon but I am not certain he knows my real name. However, that doesn’t matter; I am happy to belong to an expert marksman who knows exactly how to handle me. I don’t care what he calls me.
We have been together for many years; he was already a Wraith runner when he found me. I became the property of slavers who killed the Traveler who owned me. The slavers loved to abuse me, firing me at their whim whenever they felt like destroying something and they felt like that quite often. They didn’t understand how to recharge me but they had my holster and the attached pouch which carried extra power cylinders. They were idiots, it took them a while to figure out what the cylinders were and how to replace them; real geniuses, that group.
The slavers, who were on a dreary planet rounding up poor souls for a mining operation, spotted Ronon in a tavern. I had been with them long enough to feel them salivating at the opportunity to capture Ronon, visions of many credits dancing in their heads. If I could have laughed, I would have; the large, powerful human, now my owner, quickly overpowered the slavers and killed the man who had possession of me.
Ronon Dex freed me but I soon understood that he was anything but free. My creators, the Travelers, had taken to the stars to escape the scourge of the Wraith. I heard the stories of their heinous acts against the humans of our galaxy. Ronon was a runner, implanted with a tracking device, hunted for sport by those evil beings. The Wraith followed him relentlessly during the next several years. Rarely could he rest or consume nutrition or find an energy source to recharge my depleted power cylinders. He carried a sword as well as several knives but I was his weapon of choice. He could kill the scourge from far away and escape.
As time passed, he learned to be extremely proficient at handling my weight, balancing me so that his aim is always true. He likes to twirl me before he shoots; I like it as well. I feel his control, slipping me from stun to kill mode smoothly; it helps me discharge the particle beam with efficiency.
One day the Wraith chased us onto a planet that made me feel uncomfortable; the radiation was irritating to my stored energy but not enough to prevent me from operating correctly. The Wraith hunter soon appeared as well as another powerful human, and then even more humans came.
I have never understood nor do I believe that Ronon understands why these humans were different. He trusted the tall man with the funny dark hair immediately. He had not trusted anyone in a very long time, yet this man was different. We know him as John and he saved my owner from the Wraith, bringing the little man with the funny voice to remove the tracking device; all John wanted in return was help to find a friend. It was that same day that he met the woman, Teyla who showed him compassion and understanding and for whom he cares greatly. He also met a strange human who speaks quickly; he does not understand all that the one called McKay says but he likes him.
These people brought us to a great city called Atlantis and I love it here. There is adequate energy to keep me recharged and supplies to keep me clean so that I can operate efficiently. He loves it here as well. He is more at ease now; he doesn’t squeeze my grip as tightly as before during those years we were on the run. He now uses me to protect himself but also to protect those he has come to care about and who care about him.
Once I was lost from Ronon, the Wraith implanted him with a tracking device again and forced him fight them. John would not give up until he found him and he brought me him to so that I could once again protect my owner. He brought me to him even though I know he would love to have me for himself but John, Ronon’s friend, knows exactly where I belong.