[Stargate: Drabble] "Keep It on the Road" [SG-22, G]
Title: Keep It on the Road
Prompt: writerverse challenge #20 quick fic #7 (‘imprisonment’ & ‘stars’)
Bonus: over 500 words
Word Count: 522
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: “By all means, keep telling us about the migratory habits of the alien Gypsies.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Keep It on the Road
“This is weird,” said Levi.
Gryff looked across the wagon at him. “What, because we’re not doing manual labor?”
“Well… yes,” the sociologist admitted. “I mean, usually we’re so busy hauling naquadah that I don’t have any time to really sit and contemplate the fact that- again- we’ve been captured and imprisoned by persons of unknown intent.”
“I think the intent of the Goa’uld and their Jaffa is pretty obvious,” she replied. “These guys, not so much. But on the upside, there’s also not so much manual labor.”
Toby snorted. “I, for one, am enjoying the change.”
“Even if it is a bit cramped in here,” added Jason.
The wagon was only just big enough to hold the four of them, made of sturdy wood, the two longest sides open to the air except for thick metal bars. It was pulled by an animal that looked a little like a horse.
“It’s not so bad,” said Gryff. They’d shifted around to sit against the bars, she and Toby on one side, Levi and Jason on the other, legs nearly stretching to the opposite side. “And when we get to the Gypsy camp, we’ll get the nice horse to open the gate for us.”
“Huh?” asked Levi.
“The One Hundred and One Dalmatians,” said Toby and Jason together, and grinned.
“It’s Gryff’s favorite book,” the lieutenant added.
“I’ve been busy,” Levi protested. “But do you know what this does remind me of?”
“What?” asked Jason.
“Dumbo”
Toby frowned. “You don’t think we’re being taken to some kind of alien zoo, do you? Because that sort of thing only happens in really, really bad sci-fi movies.”
“We live a really bad sci-fi movie,” said Gryff, with a laugh, then winced as the wagon hit an obstacle and jolted violently. “Hey!” she yelled. “Keep it on the road!”
“Gryff…” said Toby.
“Yes, yes, don’t antagonize our captors,” she said. “When we get back to Earth, remind me to have a few words with SG-1 on the definition of ‘uninhabited’ planets.”
“In their defense, these people don’t seem to use the stargate at all,” said Levi. “Their society seems entirely nomadic. These wagons are their homes, just like the Gypsies on Earth. Which really is fantastic, when you think about- Are you falling asleep?”
Jason, who had slid sideways to rest his head on Levi’s shoulder, waved a vague hand. “No, this is fascinating, Lee. By all means, keep telling us about the migratory habits of the alien Gypsies.”
“Oh, now you’re just making fun of me.”
Gryff closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against the bars. The planet’s sun was just setting, and she could see the diamond-bright pinpricks of unfamiliar stars begin to appear above the horizon.
“Look,” said Toby. “All I’m saying is that we’re good at escaping from naquadah mines. We’ve never tried to escape from an alien Gypsy caravan.”
“True,” said Gryff. “But my mother always says that people should try new things.”
“Smart lady,” said Jason. “You got a plan, sir?”
“Working on one.
He grinned. “And I’ll have seen about everything, when I see an elephant fly…”
THE END
Current Mood:
clean
Prompt: writerverse challenge #20 quick fic #7 (‘imprisonment’ & ‘stars’)
Bonus: over 500 words
Word Count: 522
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: “By all means, keep telling us about the migratory habits of the alien Gypsies.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Keep It on the Road
“This is weird,” said Levi.
Gryff looked across the wagon at him. “What, because we’re not doing manual labor?”
“Well… yes,” the sociologist admitted. “I mean, usually we’re so busy hauling naquadah that I don’t have any time to really sit and contemplate the fact that- again- we’ve been captured and imprisoned by persons of unknown intent.”
“I think the intent of the Goa’uld and their Jaffa is pretty obvious,” she replied. “These guys, not so much. But on the upside, there’s also not so much manual labor.”
Toby snorted. “I, for one, am enjoying the change.”
“Even if it is a bit cramped in here,” added Jason.
The wagon was only just big enough to hold the four of them, made of sturdy wood, the two longest sides open to the air except for thick metal bars. It was pulled by an animal that looked a little like a horse.
“It’s not so bad,” said Gryff. They’d shifted around to sit against the bars, she and Toby on one side, Levi and Jason on the other, legs nearly stretching to the opposite side. “And when we get to the Gypsy camp, we’ll get the nice horse to open the gate for us.”
“Huh?” asked Levi.
“The One Hundred and One Dalmatians,” said Toby and Jason together, and grinned.
“It’s Gryff’s favorite book,” the lieutenant added.
“I’ve been busy,” Levi protested. “But do you know what this does remind me of?”
“What?” asked Jason.
“Dumbo”
Toby frowned. “You don’t think we’re being taken to some kind of alien zoo, do you? Because that sort of thing only happens in really, really bad sci-fi movies.”
“We live a really bad sci-fi movie,” said Gryff, with a laugh, then winced as the wagon hit an obstacle and jolted violently. “Hey!” she yelled. “Keep it on the road!”
“Gryff…” said Toby.
“Yes, yes, don’t antagonize our captors,” she said. “When we get back to Earth, remind me to have a few words with SG-1 on the definition of ‘uninhabited’ planets.”
“In their defense, these people don’t seem to use the stargate at all,” said Levi. “Their society seems entirely nomadic. These wagons are their homes, just like the Gypsies on Earth. Which really is fantastic, when you think about- Are you falling asleep?”
Jason, who had slid sideways to rest his head on Levi’s shoulder, waved a vague hand. “No, this is fascinating, Lee. By all means, keep telling us about the migratory habits of the alien Gypsies.”
“Oh, now you’re just making fun of me.”
Gryff closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against the bars. The planet’s sun was just setting, and she could see the diamond-bright pinpricks of unfamiliar stars begin to appear above the horizon.
“Look,” said Toby. “All I’m saying is that we’re good at escaping from naquadah mines. We’ve never tried to escape from an alien Gypsy caravan.”
“True,” said Gryff. “But my mother always says that people should try new things.”
“Smart lady,” said Jason. “You got a plan, sir?”
“Working on one.
He grinned. “And I’ll have seen about everything, when I see an elephant fly…”
THE END
Current Mood:
clean