fic (Rumors of My Death (Stargate Atlantis/Andromea PG-13
Title: Rumors of My Death
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis/Andromeda
Author: karrenia_rune
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Sheppard, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir,
and Rodney Mckay, others as cameos from Stargate Atlantis; and Tyr Anazasi from Andromeda
Words:2,078
Prompt: #30 death
39/100
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis belongs to MGM, Double Secret Productions and its respective producers and creators as do all of the characters who appear here or are mentioned. Andromeda belongs to Tribune Entertainment and Fireworks Productions. Neither of the above belong to me.
“Rumors of My Death” by Karen
In the interminable and seemingly both fast and slow stretch of time for his out of control slip fighter to come hurtling out of space, burning and glowing with re-entry into the atmosphere of as yet unidentified planet.
Tyr Anazasi had to wonder again whether it was some kind of cosmic fate; which he had never believed in.
Any member of his race worth his salt; carved out their own particular destiny. After all that was the epitome of what it truly meant to be a Neitzchiean. .
Here he was; thrust into a situation where was being forced to question if it was the work of some bizarre cosmic fate or simply the laws of universal entropy that caused him to be at the helm of another severely damaged slip fighter hurtling towards either a fiery death or a smoking trail of a crash-landing far, far below.
Either way it would soon be over; one way or another.
**
Far below where Tyr contemplated the grim realities of his possible ends the nerve center of the city of Atlantis followed the descent of the yet unidentified space craft with avid attention. The ship's design did not match any known thus far in the Pegasus Galaxy and the oddest thing about it was it appeared to be designed with the intention of holding only one pilot at a time.
“What I don't get," remarked Colonel John Sheppard is if the Wraith are so darn numerous of late, why they would go in for something that strikes as so obviously desperate a tactic."
"I would concur," replied Elizabeth Weir. "We've seen that they do not go in for kamikaze style fighting."
Shaking her head as if to clear it the inevitable cobwebs Teyla did not reply at once but then added. "It's not the Wraith. I cannot say exactly why I am certain of that, however, I can almost certainly guarantee it."
Off to one side and to the left of the main array of consoles and blinking monitors Ronon Dex turned his head and regarded her for a moment before adding. "I figure we've been fighting the Wraith so long we immediately jumped to the conclusion that this 'attack, if it is indeed attack,' was their doing. So, who is it?"
"Ronon," replied Elizabeth with a wry grin and slight smile. "Thank you."
Just then over the city-wide communications grid Doctor Carson Beckett's quiet voice said: "Dr. Weir, I donna mean to interrupt any important business; but I've been monitoring the situation and I haveta to say that whatever else that ship and it's pilot might be; he is no shape to put up much of a fight should he even make this far."
"What are you saying, Carson," asked Elizabeth.
"The ship is badly damaged, and most it its navigational systems are off line and..."
"What about it's weapons systems, Doctor," interrupted Cavanaugh over the momentary pause in Beckett's train of thought.
"None worthy of the name," the staff sergeant on duty answered for Beckett.
Still muffled by distance and by static everyone gathered in the room could hear him gulp and clear and his throat before he was prepared to deliver the rather grim news.
"As I was saying," said Carson, "I should think we should be far less concerned with the unknown ship's weapons and more worried about it’s trajectory."
"Carson!" exclaimed Dr. Rodney McKay, for the love of all that is good and decent in the universe; just spit it out already or I will!"
"According to our calculations, if it continues at its current trajectory and speed, the ship will pierce the upper atmosphere and if its not destroyed on reentry it will then
crash into the upper towers of the city's eastern rim."
"The ship would be destroyed on contact with the force field,” said Rodney.
"Undoubtedly."
"I’ve got a very simply solution to the problem," Sheppard added. We either go up and save the ship and it's pilot or we diver its trajectory."
Elizabeth thought over the various pros and cons of doing as Colonel Sheppard suggested in her mind, as well as the possible scenarios of allowing even a small one-person spacecraft crash into the city and go up in a fiery ball of released kinetic energy.
With the threat of an attack no longer a going concern her thoughts were now focused
on other priorities. "Carson," she said as walking over to a open com-link with the city's infirmary. "We're going to try and rescue the ship, before it crashes into the city, in the meantime stand by two receive any casualties."
"Understood, Dr. Weir,' Beckett out." There was a muffled sound of a palm of a hand hitting the switch to cut off communications relay with the command center and a muffled sound of muted conversation as Carson issued instructions to his medical staff and then just the normal thrum of machinery and people moving about.
"John," Elizabeth said. "Take a puddle jumper and go get our 'friend' up there. If it's not already too late."
"Consider it done," replied Sheppard and turned at a rapid trot for the puddle jumper launch bay.
"Do you really think that was a good idea?" muttered Colonel Cavanaugh.
"Unless you have a better one,' replied Elizabeth evenly, "Yes, I do."
***
By the time Sheppard strapped himself into a puddle jumper and was airborne over the city’s eastern fringe Tyr had lost consciousness so he was unable to register as the tractor beam latched onto to his own damage slip fighter and pulled out of its deadly collision course with the city’s towering spires. Perhaps if he had been conscious he might even have protested at having to be rescued but as it was; he was in no position to protest.
“I got him,” Sheppard announced to the waiting crowd back at the city. “And good thing, too because it was close to watching the guy go up in a fiery blaze of glory. We’re heading back now.”
“Acknowledged,” replied Dr. Weir. “I’ll having Dr. Beckett standing by with a medical crew.”
“Good idea; Sheppard out.”
***
It had required the assistance of Sheppard and his own emergency medical team to extricate the injured man from his ship. And Carson did not waste time admiring its sleek lines and design; focused as he was on getting him out of it before he either died of axphisation or worse.
Sheppard, both curious to learn more about their mysterious ‘guest’ agreed to help push the gurney out through the doors of the operations center, down the adjoining hallways and through the lift to the infirmary.
He noted in a detached sort of way that the fellow was a big, well-muscled and had clipped shorn black hair that had it been allowed to grow out would have been extremely black and curly.
**
In a rapid-fire monotone Carson issued instructions and rattling off observations.
“I donna know exactly what to make of it,” muttered Carson dividing part of his concentration on the blinking readouts on his medical charts and the large man sitting upright on the examination table. “If it were anyone else I have said it was impossible ye should be alive let alone awake by now.”
“Allow me to clear some of the mystery up for you. Doctor. I am Nietzchiean. Well, we’re superior to normal humans. In the length of time he had regained consciousness and could register anything at all of his immediate surroundings Tyr had been rather disconcerted to discover just how thrown for a loop he was.
Dr. Beckett seemed a decent sort as human doctors went; but the sheer amount of unfamiliar technology that surrounded him and apparent casual familiarity with its usage displayed by Beckett and his staff indicated that somehow that there was sill a great deal more for him to learn before he made any hasty moves.
Grateful as he was to be alive; perhaps acting with a bit more caution rather than on adrenaline and instinct would serve him better. “What was the name of the pilot who ‘retrieved’ my ship?”
“Colonel John Sheppard.” The other man answered for himself. “And you’re welcome.”
Tyr nodded. “I am Tyr Anazasi and I owe you my life. Do not think I will forget to collect.”
“Tyr Anazasi,. Huh. If you don’t mind my saying so,” replied Sheppard flashing his own version of a devil-may-care grin. “You’re are one creepy son of a bitch. Have you ever considered trying, oh, I don’t know; maybe a ‘thank you?
Tyr considered amending his own hostile and wary tone briefly and then dismissed it. He was alive which was far more than he ever expected when he first realized that he had been driven off-course, and then was on a collision course with a city such as he had never believed possible could actually exist.
However much they seemed to expect him to express gratitude for the save, it was simply beyond him to gush all over them; it was simply not in his nature to do so. And it might be that they simply wished to lull him into a false sense of security before shutting closed the trap. Tyr would never let down his guard, not in the past, certainly not now, or ever. Aloud he replied. “Thanks.”
“Stern bastard, aren’t you,” replied Sheppard somewhat mollified.
“Indeed,” replied Tyr.
“Well,” interrupted Carson. “Now that’s outta the way. I still have quite a few tests to run but I haveta ask. You said something earlier, about being superior to humans? Why?”
“For one very simply reason,” replied Tyr. “I am Nietzchiean. You have never heard of my people?”
“Can’t say that I have, lad,” remarked Carson as he jotted down the name on his chart. The more he examined the big man and the more answers he received in that same clipped and precise manner it all seemed to lead to more questions.
However, there was one thing he could be absolutely certain of, Tyr Anazasi had no genetic semblance to the Wraith, the Genini or any other species in the Pegasus Galaxy; although there were certain genetic markers in his DNA sequence that could mark his people much closer to humans from Earth or the Genini. It was a delicate situation one puzzle that Carson Becket was bound and determined to solve.
“Look, I can’t say that I’ve heard of your people either,” added Sheppard. “But it’s a big galaxy and undoubtedly we haven’t explored nearly all of it. What’s the name of your home world?”
“You are explorers?” asked Tyr with some curiosity. He had seen the technology in the infirmary although the loss of blood and his unconscious had prevented him from gleaning any impressions of the ship Sheppard had piloted or the landing area; but it was unlike anything had thus far encountered in his own solar system’ and if he were going to learn anything more about this city or its inhabitants it would serve him well to allow just a slightest lowering of his guard down. “I do not have a home world as such.”
Sheppard thought over his various response and weighed the pros and cons of how the big man who had identified himself as Tyr Anazasi would react as well as the various repercussions as far as the brass were concerned and aloud he remarked: “Sucks to be you.”
“There’s always the alternative of relocating him to the mainland,” added Carson as he raised one hand and brushed away a strand of tangled brown hair out of his eyes. “That is, once I’ve given him an official bill of health.”
Tyr chuckled and some but not all of the tension that had been building up inside of him filtered out of his tightly controlled restraint and muscles. “I shall endeavor to get that in mind, Doctor Beckett.”
“Welcome to the Pegasus Galaxy, Mr. Anazasi,” remarked Sheppard after a moment of awkward silence. “Hope you survive the experience.”
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis/Andromeda
Author: karrenia_rune
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Sheppard, Carson Beckett, Elizabeth Weir,
and Rodney Mckay, others as cameos from Stargate Atlantis; and Tyr Anazasi from Andromeda
Words:2,078
Prompt: #30 death
39/100
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis belongs to MGM, Double Secret Productions and its respective producers and creators as do all of the characters who appear here or are mentioned. Andromeda belongs to Tribune Entertainment and Fireworks Productions. Neither of the above belong to me.
“Rumors of My Death” by Karen
In the interminable and seemingly both fast and slow stretch of time for his out of control slip fighter to come hurtling out of space, burning and glowing with re-entry into the atmosphere of as yet unidentified planet.
Tyr Anazasi had to wonder again whether it was some kind of cosmic fate; which he had never believed in.
Any member of his race worth his salt; carved out their own particular destiny. After all that was the epitome of what it truly meant to be a Neitzchiean. .
Here he was; thrust into a situation where was being forced to question if it was the work of some bizarre cosmic fate or simply the laws of universal entropy that caused him to be at the helm of another severely damaged slip fighter hurtling towards either a fiery death or a smoking trail of a crash-landing far, far below.
Either way it would soon be over; one way or another.
**
Far below where Tyr contemplated the grim realities of his possible ends the nerve center of the city of Atlantis followed the descent of the yet unidentified space craft with avid attention. The ship's design did not match any known thus far in the Pegasus Galaxy and the oddest thing about it was it appeared to be designed with the intention of holding only one pilot at a time.
“What I don't get," remarked Colonel John Sheppard is if the Wraith are so darn numerous of late, why they would go in for something that strikes as so obviously desperate a tactic."
"I would concur," replied Elizabeth Weir. "We've seen that they do not go in for kamikaze style fighting."
Shaking her head as if to clear it the inevitable cobwebs Teyla did not reply at once but then added. "It's not the Wraith. I cannot say exactly why I am certain of that, however, I can almost certainly guarantee it."
Off to one side and to the left of the main array of consoles and blinking monitors Ronon Dex turned his head and regarded her for a moment before adding. "I figure we've been fighting the Wraith so long we immediately jumped to the conclusion that this 'attack, if it is indeed attack,' was their doing. So, who is it?"
"Ronon," replied Elizabeth with a wry grin and slight smile. "Thank you."
Just then over the city-wide communications grid Doctor Carson Beckett's quiet voice said: "Dr. Weir, I donna mean to interrupt any important business; but I've been monitoring the situation and I haveta to say that whatever else that ship and it's pilot might be; he is no shape to put up much of a fight should he even make this far."
"What are you saying, Carson," asked Elizabeth.
"The ship is badly damaged, and most it its navigational systems are off line and..."
"What about it's weapons systems, Doctor," interrupted Cavanaugh over the momentary pause in Beckett's train of thought.
"None worthy of the name," the staff sergeant on duty answered for Beckett.
Still muffled by distance and by static everyone gathered in the room could hear him gulp and clear and his throat before he was prepared to deliver the rather grim news.
"As I was saying," said Carson, "I should think we should be far less concerned with the unknown ship's weapons and more worried about it’s trajectory."
"Carson!" exclaimed Dr. Rodney McKay, for the love of all that is good and decent in the universe; just spit it out already or I will!"
"According to our calculations, if it continues at its current trajectory and speed, the ship will pierce the upper atmosphere and if its not destroyed on reentry it will then
crash into the upper towers of the city's eastern rim."
"The ship would be destroyed on contact with the force field,” said Rodney.
"Undoubtedly."
"I’ve got a very simply solution to the problem," Sheppard added. We either go up and save the ship and it's pilot or we diver its trajectory."
Elizabeth thought over the various pros and cons of doing as Colonel Sheppard suggested in her mind, as well as the possible scenarios of allowing even a small one-person spacecraft crash into the city and go up in a fiery ball of released kinetic energy.
With the threat of an attack no longer a going concern her thoughts were now focused
on other priorities. "Carson," she said as walking over to a open com-link with the city's infirmary. "We're going to try and rescue the ship, before it crashes into the city, in the meantime stand by two receive any casualties."
"Understood, Dr. Weir,' Beckett out." There was a muffled sound of a palm of a hand hitting the switch to cut off communications relay with the command center and a muffled sound of muted conversation as Carson issued instructions to his medical staff and then just the normal thrum of machinery and people moving about.
"John," Elizabeth said. "Take a puddle jumper and go get our 'friend' up there. If it's not already too late."
"Consider it done," replied Sheppard and turned at a rapid trot for the puddle jumper launch bay.
"Do you really think that was a good idea?" muttered Colonel Cavanaugh.
"Unless you have a better one,' replied Elizabeth evenly, "Yes, I do."
***
By the time Sheppard strapped himself into a puddle jumper and was airborne over the city’s eastern fringe Tyr had lost consciousness so he was unable to register as the tractor beam latched onto to his own damage slip fighter and pulled out of its deadly collision course with the city’s towering spires. Perhaps if he had been conscious he might even have protested at having to be rescued but as it was; he was in no position to protest.
“I got him,” Sheppard announced to the waiting crowd back at the city. “And good thing, too because it was close to watching the guy go up in a fiery blaze of glory. We’re heading back now.”
“Acknowledged,” replied Dr. Weir. “I’ll having Dr. Beckett standing by with a medical crew.”
“Good idea; Sheppard out.”
***
It had required the assistance of Sheppard and his own emergency medical team to extricate the injured man from his ship. And Carson did not waste time admiring its sleek lines and design; focused as he was on getting him out of it before he either died of axphisation or worse.
Sheppard, both curious to learn more about their mysterious ‘guest’ agreed to help push the gurney out through the doors of the operations center, down the adjoining hallways and through the lift to the infirmary.
He noted in a detached sort of way that the fellow was a big, well-muscled and had clipped shorn black hair that had it been allowed to grow out would have been extremely black and curly.
**
In a rapid-fire monotone Carson issued instructions and rattling off observations.
“I donna know exactly what to make of it,” muttered Carson dividing part of his concentration on the blinking readouts on his medical charts and the large man sitting upright on the examination table. “If it were anyone else I have said it was impossible ye should be alive let alone awake by now.”
“Allow me to clear some of the mystery up for you. Doctor. I am Nietzchiean. Well, we’re superior to normal humans. In the length of time he had regained consciousness and could register anything at all of his immediate surroundings Tyr had been rather disconcerted to discover just how thrown for a loop he was.
Dr. Beckett seemed a decent sort as human doctors went; but the sheer amount of unfamiliar technology that surrounded him and apparent casual familiarity with its usage displayed by Beckett and his staff indicated that somehow that there was sill a great deal more for him to learn before he made any hasty moves.
Grateful as he was to be alive; perhaps acting with a bit more caution rather than on adrenaline and instinct would serve him better. “What was the name of the pilot who ‘retrieved’ my ship?”
“Colonel John Sheppard.” The other man answered for himself. “And you’re welcome.”
Tyr nodded. “I am Tyr Anazasi and I owe you my life. Do not think I will forget to collect.”
“Tyr Anazasi,. Huh. If you don’t mind my saying so,” replied Sheppard flashing his own version of a devil-may-care grin. “You’re are one creepy son of a bitch. Have you ever considered trying, oh, I don’t know; maybe a ‘thank you?
Tyr considered amending his own hostile and wary tone briefly and then dismissed it. He was alive which was far more than he ever expected when he first realized that he had been driven off-course, and then was on a collision course with a city such as he had never believed possible could actually exist.
However much they seemed to expect him to express gratitude for the save, it was simply beyond him to gush all over them; it was simply not in his nature to do so. And it might be that they simply wished to lull him into a false sense of security before shutting closed the trap. Tyr would never let down his guard, not in the past, certainly not now, or ever. Aloud he replied. “Thanks.”
“Stern bastard, aren’t you,” replied Sheppard somewhat mollified.
“Indeed,” replied Tyr.
“Well,” interrupted Carson. “Now that’s outta the way. I still have quite a few tests to run but I haveta ask. You said something earlier, about being superior to humans? Why?”
“For one very simply reason,” replied Tyr. “I am Nietzchiean. You have never heard of my people?”
“Can’t say that I have, lad,” remarked Carson as he jotted down the name on his chart. The more he examined the big man and the more answers he received in that same clipped and precise manner it all seemed to lead to more questions.
However, there was one thing he could be absolutely certain of, Tyr Anazasi had no genetic semblance to the Wraith, the Genini or any other species in the Pegasus Galaxy; although there were certain genetic markers in his DNA sequence that could mark his people much closer to humans from Earth or the Genini. It was a delicate situation one puzzle that Carson Becket was bound and determined to solve.
“Look, I can’t say that I’ve heard of your people either,” added Sheppard. “But it’s a big galaxy and undoubtedly we haven’t explored nearly all of it. What’s the name of your home world?”
“You are explorers?” asked Tyr with some curiosity. He had seen the technology in the infirmary although the loss of blood and his unconscious had prevented him from gleaning any impressions of the ship Sheppard had piloted or the landing area; but it was unlike anything had thus far encountered in his own solar system’ and if he were going to learn anything more about this city or its inhabitants it would serve him well to allow just a slightest lowering of his guard down. “I do not have a home world as such.”
Sheppard thought over his various response and weighed the pros and cons of how the big man who had identified himself as Tyr Anazasi would react as well as the various repercussions as far as the brass were concerned and aloud he remarked: “Sucks to be you.”
“There’s always the alternative of relocating him to the mainland,” added Carson as he raised one hand and brushed away a strand of tangled brown hair out of his eyes. “That is, once I’ve given him an official bill of health.”
Tyr chuckled and some but not all of the tension that had been building up inside of him filtered out of his tightly controlled restraint and muscles. “I shall endeavor to get that in mind, Doctor Beckett.”
“Welcome to the Pegasus Galaxy, Mr. Anazasi,” remarked Sheppard after a moment of awkward silence. “Hope you survive the experience.”