Imperial
Title: Imperial
Author: AotA
Rating: K
Warnings:
Charactaers: Jack O’Neill, Zuko, Aang
Setting: Avatar: the Last Airbender after the war and Stargate SG-1
Summary: Science meets bending, but the fight with the Goa'uld is more important than quibbling over spiritual abilities versus technology.
Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1 or Avatar: the Last Airbender.
Jack avoided looking blatantly at the scar as he faced down the stern-faced young man-the stern-faced seventeen year old ruler of a nation, that from what they had learned, had almost conquered this entire world. Which is why it is so weird that these people don’t hate the guy, no matter that he’s so young. And since when did people get off on having under aged children become decorated war heroes fighting their battles for them?
Jack pushed down the instinctive bristling at the thought, this “Fire Lord” was not Charlie, nor was the oddly tattooed kid sitting next to him, wearing some sort of monk’s outfit, Shaolin or what?
When the Fire Lord spoke, it was surprisingly composed, when most seventeen year olds would sound like snotty brats he sounded battle hardened, mature. Those strange golden eyes stared at him with formidable weight in their molten depths, “You come bearing a very strange tale, Colonel Jack O’Neill, but it rings true. The… Stargate,” he paused, lingering over the word, but obviously not rejecting the idea out of hand, “has been in the hands of the Fire Sages almost since the time the position came into being, be never had we had travelers pass through it.”
Jack tilted his head, “That’s really weird, ‘cause most of the worlds we’ve traveled to at least of stories of travelers.”
The Fire Lord turned his head towards Tattoo Kid, “Aang?”
Aang shook his head, “I never heard anything about any Stargate, ever. I could try retrieving some memories, but… yeah. Sorry Zuko.”
Zuko sighed but seemed to wave off the half voiced explanation, “Don’t bother meditating your life away to find it, it was just a thought. I will have someone look into it, but it’s not all that important.”
Not that important?! Jack stopped himself from screaming, just in time for the Fire Lord to start speaking to him again.
“You say you call your people the Tau’ri, and you hail from a distant planet from which you explore to defend yourselves against these Goa’uld?”
Jack nodded mutely at the suddenly dragon-fierce stare.
“How large a threat are they?”
Hoo boy, someone is serious. Wow. I think we might actually get somewhere, this kid is intense. “It’s serious. We’ve been scrambling since we realized just how large a threat they are. They control huge chunks of the galaxy and can take over people’s bodies and do whatever they want. The only good thing is they are a fragmented species with no central structure and tend to have a lot of in-fighting. That and they are egotistical maniacs who are as proud as hell, not to mention stuck in their ways.”
The Shaolin monk kid, Aang, laughed, “That sounds like an awful version of what Sozin did to the Fire Nation.”
Zuko’s face tightened, back stiffening, but didn’t contradict the kid, Odd. “Fragmented is good, but that just means that we can’t cut off the Serpent’s head and watch it writhe-”
“Zuko!” Aang looked disgusted at the Fire Lord’s words.
Zuko just continued talking as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “some other Goa’uld would just take the defeated one’s. Am I right?”
“Unfortunately,” Jack affirmed.
Zuko sighed and leaned back, “Mai is going to kill me. After everything that happened, now this? The spirits just don’t give us a break.”
“It’s not the spirits this time, Sifu Hotman. Even they don’t have the power to reach through the void of space-it’s the Void.” The duh went unspoken.
Zuko scowled, but the sheer unfriendly expression just made Aang grin toothily back. The scowl vanished, turning into a disgruntled expression instead, “I never underestimate my enemies.”
“The spirits aren’t our enemies, Zuko.”
“Perhaps not yours, you being the Avatar, but they still have it out for me. They despise all of Sozin’s line.”
“What about Uncle then?”
“He’s White Lotus. He’s exempt by default.”
“Zu-ko!” Aang’s irritated exasperation, “Get your head out of your ass.”
Zuko’s only eyebrow rose in surprise, “You have been around Toph for too long, monk. You are picking up her charming mannerisms.”
Jack was amused at the byplay, but not so much at being completely forgotten in the face of their bantering. He cleared his throat loudly, “A-hem!”
Both of their heads snapped around, startled. The monk turned bright read, but the Fire Lord just narrowed his good eye, apparently irritated for having let him witness any lapse in control. “Yes?”
“Maybe we should get back on topic?” he suggested. He was wondering if it was a good idea to interrupt the two, but Zuko was already nodding, a hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache, muttering under his breath about things that sounded like, “Stupid… Spirits… Monks…”
Author: AotA
Rating: K
Warnings:
Charactaers: Jack O’Neill, Zuko, Aang
Setting: Avatar: the Last Airbender after the war and Stargate SG-1
Summary: Science meets bending, but the fight with the Goa'uld is more important than quibbling over spiritual abilities versus technology.
Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1 or Avatar: the Last Airbender.
Jack avoided looking blatantly at the scar as he faced down the stern-faced young man-the stern-faced seventeen year old ruler of a nation, that from what they had learned, had almost conquered this entire world. Which is why it is so weird that these people don’t hate the guy, no matter that he’s so young. And since when did people get off on having under aged children become decorated war heroes fighting their battles for them?
Jack pushed down the instinctive bristling at the thought, this “Fire Lord” was not Charlie, nor was the oddly tattooed kid sitting next to him, wearing some sort of monk’s outfit, Shaolin or what?
When the Fire Lord spoke, it was surprisingly composed, when most seventeen year olds would sound like snotty brats he sounded battle hardened, mature. Those strange golden eyes stared at him with formidable weight in their molten depths, “You come bearing a very strange tale, Colonel Jack O’Neill, but it rings true. The… Stargate,” he paused, lingering over the word, but obviously not rejecting the idea out of hand, “has been in the hands of the Fire Sages almost since the time the position came into being, be never had we had travelers pass through it.”
Jack tilted his head, “That’s really weird, ‘cause most of the worlds we’ve traveled to at least of stories of travelers.”
The Fire Lord turned his head towards Tattoo Kid, “Aang?”
Aang shook his head, “I never heard anything about any Stargate, ever. I could try retrieving some memories, but… yeah. Sorry Zuko.”
Zuko sighed but seemed to wave off the half voiced explanation, “Don’t bother meditating your life away to find it, it was just a thought. I will have someone look into it, but it’s not all that important.”
Not that important?! Jack stopped himself from screaming, just in time for the Fire Lord to start speaking to him again.
“You say you call your people the Tau’ri, and you hail from a distant planet from which you explore to defend yourselves against these Goa’uld?”
Jack nodded mutely at the suddenly dragon-fierce stare.
“How large a threat are they?”
Hoo boy, someone is serious. Wow. I think we might actually get somewhere, this kid is intense. “It’s serious. We’ve been scrambling since we realized just how large a threat they are. They control huge chunks of the galaxy and can take over people’s bodies and do whatever they want. The only good thing is they are a fragmented species with no central structure and tend to have a lot of in-fighting. That and they are egotistical maniacs who are as proud as hell, not to mention stuck in their ways.”
The Shaolin monk kid, Aang, laughed, “That sounds like an awful version of what Sozin did to the Fire Nation.”
Zuko’s face tightened, back stiffening, but didn’t contradict the kid, Odd. “Fragmented is good, but that just means that we can’t cut off the Serpent’s head and watch it writhe-”
“Zuko!” Aang looked disgusted at the Fire Lord’s words.
Zuko just continued talking as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “some other Goa’uld would just take the defeated one’s. Am I right?”
“Unfortunately,” Jack affirmed.
Zuko sighed and leaned back, “Mai is going to kill me. After everything that happened, now this? The spirits just don’t give us a break.”
“It’s not the spirits this time, Sifu Hotman. Even they don’t have the power to reach through the void of space-it’s the Void.” The duh went unspoken.
Zuko scowled, but the sheer unfriendly expression just made Aang grin toothily back. The scowl vanished, turning into a disgruntled expression instead, “I never underestimate my enemies.”
“The spirits aren’t our enemies, Zuko.”
“Perhaps not yours, you being the Avatar, but they still have it out for me. They despise all of Sozin’s line.”
“What about Uncle then?”
“He’s White Lotus. He’s exempt by default.”
“Zu-ko!” Aang’s irritated exasperation, “Get your head out of your ass.”
Zuko’s only eyebrow rose in surprise, “You have been around Toph for too long, monk. You are picking up her charming mannerisms.”
Jack was amused at the byplay, but not so much at being completely forgotten in the face of their bantering. He cleared his throat loudly, “A-hem!”
Both of their heads snapped around, startled. The monk turned bright read, but the Fire Lord just narrowed his good eye, apparently irritated for having let him witness any lapse in control. “Yes?”
“Maybe we should get back on topic?” he suggested. He was wondering if it was a good idea to interrupt the two, but Zuko was already nodding, a hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache, muttering under his breath about things that sounded like, “Stupid… Spirits… Monks…”