[Stargate: Drabble] "Meanwhile, Off-World" [SG-22, G]
Title: Meanwhile, Off-World
Prompt: writerverse challenge #36 phase amnesty, challenge #23 try a new perspective (rewrite a story from a different point-of-view)
Story Used: Back Home
Word Count: 871
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Toby and Gryff stay behind after Levi and Jason go back to Earth.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Meanwhile, Off-World
One minute, we had been making polite small talk with the leaders of the town, and the next, we were under attack.
SG-15 had only made contact with the town nearest to the ‘gate, but they’d been warned against the rival nomadic tribe, a group that operated a bit like the old Mongols, even though these people were probably from somewhere in Europe. There weren’t many of them, but they had clearly planned this attack well, striking quickly and effectively.
“Get everyone inside!” yelled Gryff, to the townspeople, firing her P-90 into the ground as a scare tactic.
It didn’t really work.
The nomads were too close for a range weapon, too few among the panicking townspeople. Levi grabbed a group of kids with their tiny goat-like creatures and steered them toward the headman’s house, physically towing the slower ones along. Jason and Gryff took up position by the main road, and I joined them. Some of the villagers had swords, and the fight began to feel a bit more even.
Then, suddenly, there was a scuffle beside us, and I whirled to see one of the nomadic attackers stab Jason in the ribs. The man was immediately downed, two shots to the chest, from Gryff and I both, and we raced toward Jason.
He had a hand clamped over his ribs, blood welling around his fingers. “I’m okay,” he gasped. “I’m…”
Jason swayed on his feet, and I caught him. “Jase?”
“I don’t feel so good,” he muttered.
Gryff steadied him on his other side. “Levi,” she said, sharply. “Get him back to the ‘gate. Now. Go through the woods, we’ll divert their attention.”
The sociologist ducked under Jason’s arm. “But, Gryff.”
“Go. Don’t stop, don’t slow down, get him home.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
I watched them go for a moment, until they had disappeared into the trees, then turned to Gryff. “Plan?”
“Kick some ass,” she said, and I snorted a laugh.
“Captain,” said one of the village fighters, a man named Nandan. “The enemy has retreated, but our scouts report another thirty men coming to join them.”
“Well, crap,” said Gryff. “Nandan, what can we do?”
He paused. “The men of SG-15 had weapons that exploded. The enemy warriors are approaching on the main road- if we are swift, we can lay a trap for them.”
Gryff turned to me, silently asking my opinion, and I nodded. “Then we’d better hurry.”
The main road to the village ran along the base of a hill, comprised mostly of loose and sharp-looking rocks. It was a gentle slope, not terribly good for an ambush, but it was all that we had.
“Toby?” asked Gryff.
“I’ve got three claymores,” I said. “I say we plant them in the road. Then a block of C-4 halfway up the hill and- Gryff, do you have any grenades?”
“Silly question,” she replied.
“Great. Then here’s what we’ll do…”
The second batch of nomads was on horseback- and every single horse reared, panicking, when I blew the claymores. Half of their riders tumbled off, trying to get control of the situation, when Gryff set off the C-4, sending half the hill down on them. From my position behind the trees, I could just see her at the top of the hill, arm drawn back to lob the grenade that would seal off the escape route once the horses had fled.
I ducked as the rocks pelted down, but when I looked again, the entire road was still.
“Gryff!” I called into my radio, worried. I approached the hill from the other side, careful to keep out of sight in case any nomads had missed the stoning. “Gryff!”
My radio crackled. “Little help here?” Gryff asked.
I caught sight of standard-issue green among the gray rocks, and found her stumbling back down the hill toward me. “Slight miscalculation,” she said, when we were within earshot. “I took a bit of a tumble, but I’m okay. Which is more than I can say for these guys. They’re-”
“Hey, look out!” I saw a large slap of rock wobble, somewhere above us, and grabbed Gryff’s shoulders, spinning her away from the sudden shower of rocks. A couple of smaller ones hit me, probably hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t turn and look until they stopped. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Gryff said. “But you’re not. Hold still.”
I was confused, until she poked at my arm and it hurt, a lot. We’d left our first aid gear behind with the townspeople, so Gryff tore off the bottom hem of her t-shirt and wrapped it around my bicep.
“The bleeding’s slowed already,” she said. “You should be fine.”
“Captain!” Two of the village boys raced up. “The Chapa’aii opens!”
Gryff and I grabbed our weapons, and hurried to the village. My CO burst out laughing when she saw who accompanied the village defenders.
“You’re a little late, sir!” she called, and Colonel O’Neill smiled.
“Your teammates seemed to think you were in trouble, captain.”
“Who, us?” she asked, grinning, because he’d said teammates, plural, and that meant Jason was okay.
“SG-3’s gonna stay here,” he said. “But I think you’d better get yourselves home.”
Gryff saluted, lazily. “Yes, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
frustrated
Prompt: writerverse challenge #36 phase amnesty, challenge #23 try a new perspective (rewrite a story from a different point-of-view)
Story Used: Back Home
Word Count: 871
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Toby and Gryff stay behind after Levi and Jason go back to Earth.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Meanwhile, Off-World
One minute, we had been making polite small talk with the leaders of the town, and the next, we were under attack.
SG-15 had only made contact with the town nearest to the ‘gate, but they’d been warned against the rival nomadic tribe, a group that operated a bit like the old Mongols, even though these people were probably from somewhere in Europe. There weren’t many of them, but they had clearly planned this attack well, striking quickly and effectively.
“Get everyone inside!” yelled Gryff, to the townspeople, firing her P-90 into the ground as a scare tactic.
It didn’t really work.
The nomads were too close for a range weapon, too few among the panicking townspeople. Levi grabbed a group of kids with their tiny goat-like creatures and steered them toward the headman’s house, physically towing the slower ones along. Jason and Gryff took up position by the main road, and I joined them. Some of the villagers had swords, and the fight began to feel a bit more even.
Then, suddenly, there was a scuffle beside us, and I whirled to see one of the nomadic attackers stab Jason in the ribs. The man was immediately downed, two shots to the chest, from Gryff and I both, and we raced toward Jason.
He had a hand clamped over his ribs, blood welling around his fingers. “I’m okay,” he gasped. “I’m…”
Jason swayed on his feet, and I caught him. “Jase?”
“I don’t feel so good,” he muttered.
Gryff steadied him on his other side. “Levi,” she said, sharply. “Get him back to the ‘gate. Now. Go through the woods, we’ll divert their attention.”
The sociologist ducked under Jason’s arm. “But, Gryff.”
“Go. Don’t stop, don’t slow down, get him home.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
I watched them go for a moment, until they had disappeared into the trees, then turned to Gryff. “Plan?”
“Kick some ass,” she said, and I snorted a laugh.
“Captain,” said one of the village fighters, a man named Nandan. “The enemy has retreated, but our scouts report another thirty men coming to join them.”
“Well, crap,” said Gryff. “Nandan, what can we do?”
He paused. “The men of SG-15 had weapons that exploded. The enemy warriors are approaching on the main road- if we are swift, we can lay a trap for them.”
Gryff turned to me, silently asking my opinion, and I nodded. “Then we’d better hurry.”
The main road to the village ran along the base of a hill, comprised mostly of loose and sharp-looking rocks. It was a gentle slope, not terribly good for an ambush, but it was all that we had.
“Toby?” asked Gryff.
“I’ve got three claymores,” I said. “I say we plant them in the road. Then a block of C-4 halfway up the hill and- Gryff, do you have any grenades?”
“Silly question,” she replied.
“Great. Then here’s what we’ll do…”
The second batch of nomads was on horseback- and every single horse reared, panicking, when I blew the claymores. Half of their riders tumbled off, trying to get control of the situation, when Gryff set off the C-4, sending half the hill down on them. From my position behind the trees, I could just see her at the top of the hill, arm drawn back to lob the grenade that would seal off the escape route once the horses had fled.
I ducked as the rocks pelted down, but when I looked again, the entire road was still.
“Gryff!” I called into my radio, worried. I approached the hill from the other side, careful to keep out of sight in case any nomads had missed the stoning. “Gryff!”
My radio crackled. “Little help here?” Gryff asked.
I caught sight of standard-issue green among the gray rocks, and found her stumbling back down the hill toward me. “Slight miscalculation,” she said, when we were within earshot. “I took a bit of a tumble, but I’m okay. Which is more than I can say for these guys. They’re-”
“Hey, look out!” I saw a large slap of rock wobble, somewhere above us, and grabbed Gryff’s shoulders, spinning her away from the sudden shower of rocks. A couple of smaller ones hit me, probably hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t turn and look until they stopped. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Gryff said. “But you’re not. Hold still.”
I was confused, until she poked at my arm and it hurt, a lot. We’d left our first aid gear behind with the townspeople, so Gryff tore off the bottom hem of her t-shirt and wrapped it around my bicep.
“The bleeding’s slowed already,” she said. “You should be fine.”
“Captain!” Two of the village boys raced up. “The Chapa’aii opens!”
Gryff and I grabbed our weapons, and hurried to the village. My CO burst out laughing when she saw who accompanied the village defenders.
“You’re a little late, sir!” she called, and Colonel O’Neill smiled.
“Your teammates seemed to think you were in trouble, captain.”
“Who, us?” she asked, grinning, because he’d said teammates, plural, and that meant Jason was okay.
“SG-3’s gonna stay here,” he said. “But I think you’d better get yourselves home.”
Gryff saluted, lazily. “Yes, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
frustrated