Work-in-progress amnesty
I hear that it's amnesty day for works-in-progress. Here's one of mine that's been abandoned. I started it for the voyeurism challenge on sga_flashfic, but it never went anywhere. The idea was that General Jack O'Neill, back at Stargate Command, was going through the reports sent at the end of Letters from Pegasus.
Jack read all the reports, watched all the video. He knew Carter had done the same, out of some sense of obligation at receiving the message from a doomed city. He knew that everyone thought he ignored paperwork, that he wanted abstracts and précis instead of details, but the Atlantis reports demanded his personal attention. He stayed late into the night, reading mission logs until the print blurred into black smears on paper. Major Sheppard wrote in the sparse code learned in the military, where everyone read between the lines.
After obtaining access to the Wraith ship, our team located the prisoners. Col. Sumner had been removed for questioning. I ordered the assault team to retreat back to the jumper, and followed the life signs indicator to Sumner’s location. A Wraith was feeding on Col. Sumner, using its hand to suck the life force out of him. His hair turned white, his face wrinkled. The Wraith spoke of things in a way that indicated it was learning from Sumner’s mind. In order to prevent valuable intelligence from being transmitted to the Wraith, I shot Sumner in the chest, then the Wraith.
Elizabeth Weir’s reports leaned toward lyricism.
Yeah, that was it. Short.
Jack read all the reports, watched all the video. He knew Carter had done the same, out of some sense of obligation at receiving the message from a doomed city. He knew that everyone thought he ignored paperwork, that he wanted abstracts and précis instead of details, but the Atlantis reports demanded his personal attention. He stayed late into the night, reading mission logs until the print blurred into black smears on paper. Major Sheppard wrote in the sparse code learned in the military, where everyone read between the lines.
After obtaining access to the Wraith ship, our team located the prisoners. Col. Sumner had been removed for questioning. I ordered the assault team to retreat back to the jumper, and followed the life signs indicator to Sumner’s location. A Wraith was feeding on Col. Sumner, using its hand to suck the life force out of him. His hair turned white, his face wrinkled. The Wraith spoke of things in a way that indicated it was learning from Sumner’s mind. In order to prevent valuable intelligence from being transmitted to the Wraith, I shot Sumner in the chest, then the Wraith.
Elizabeth Weir’s reports leaned toward lyricism.
Yeah, that was it. Short.