Fic: Trouble On The Plas - 1/? possibly (Ianto/Stormtroopers) Star Wars Crossover
Title: Trouble on the Plas
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: Ianto/Storm troopers, Jack/Ianto hinted
Summary: Something comes through the Rift and takes Ianto hostage.
Word count: 1,266
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of the characters or objects associated with it. They remain the property of the BBC and Russell T. Davies respectively. Neither do I own any of the characters or objects associated with Star Wars. They remain the property of George Lucas. I am merely borrowing them. This never happened and will remain a pure figment of my imagination. I am making no money from this and it is written for purely entertainment purposes.
A/N: This fic was inspired by the wonderful picture taken by Lagilin. Gareth David-Lloyd and the Stormtroopers
No beta so all mistakes are my own, also feedback is love and I’d love to hear what people think and whether you would like to see this continued or not, because it you think its rubbish then there’d be no point in writing more would there?
Trouble On The Plas
Roald Dahl Plas was surprisingly quiet for a Thursday afternoon as Ianto made his way across the boardwalk on his way out of the tourist information office front which made up the public image of the Hub. Getting out of the Hub even for a few minutes seemed like a blessing today of all days, Gwen had been driving them all crazy with her incessant talking. Ianto was certain that she had only been talking to try and cure the boredom that had settled over them for the past two days. There hadn’t been anything even remotely interesting to pique their interest for several days now and it was beginning to drive them all mad.
So when Jack had summoned him to his office for a few minutes of alone time, he had jumped at the chance. He missed the way Jack flirted with him and the lack of anything for the others to do, meant that they had less time to spend together. When Jack suggested that he slip out and get them something to eat he had been more than happy to escape the almost suffocating atmosphere.
Crossing the Plas, Ianto smiled to himself as he relished the silence of the outside world. Sometimes he forgot how quiet and almost peaceful it could be outside of the Hub. Very rarely did he get a chance to experience it as he tended to venture to the Hub in the early hours of the morning or in the evening when he would leave Jack to have his privacy. That was if he wasn’t staying the night. The Hub could be quiet too, when everyone had gone home. The only sounds being those of the pterodactyl as she came and went of her own accord or those of the essential systems that kept the security and monitoring systems up and running.
Ianto climbed the steps up to the restaurants that overlooked the Plas and the bay itself. He knew the dishes of choice from memory as he entered one of their regular haunts. He placed the order before he took a seat and waited, relaxing as he did so. Even now the restaurant was quiet and Ianto was soon lost in his own thoughts as he stared out over the Plas, watching what few people milled about, posing for photographs beside the water tower and the millennium centre.
Ianto visibly jumped as the owner of the restaurant touched his shoulder lightly, breaking his daydream as he did to let him know that their order was ready to go. Smiling shyly Ianto thanked the man and got to his feet so he could settle the bill before gathering up the cartons of Chinese food.
As Ianto left the restaurant and started towards the steps leading down onto the Plas he heard a deep rumbling sound followed closely by a mechanical groaning. The ground beneath his feet shook and Ianto felt all colour drain from his face as he looked up to see a huge mechanical monster appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Upon closer inspection Ianto realised that the thing that had just appeared was some form of transport vehicle. A four legged one at that and it moved across the Plas like a huge dog, the massive feet barely missing hitting the shocked people who stood staring in disbelief at what they were seeing. Ianto dropped the food as he instantly reached for his earpiece as there was no time to waste as it appeared that the transporter wasn’t alone as more smaller two legged vehicles and a squadron of foot soldiers dressed head to toe in white armour appeared through the breech in the rift that was somewhere out in the waters of the Bay itself.
“Jack we have a situation on the Plas, you had better get your asses out here before it gets out of hand. The Rift has been breached.” Ianto shouted to be heard over the loud mechanical whir as one of the transporters came right past where he was standing. He visibly flinched backwards trying to avoid being trampled. “Jack do you read me? The Rift has breeched and we have several large armoured transport vehicles and what appear to be foot soldiers.” He called again as he watched helplessly as the soldiers advanced towards one of the civilians beside the water tower.
Hearing nothing from his ear piece Ianto reached into his jacket and drew his gun from the holster and gripped it tightly as he saw a second squad of soldiers advancing on him as he moved down into the Plas its self trying to get to the people near the invisible lift. He span around when he heard gunfire behind him followed by a scream.
“Jack, get your arse out here now I need backup!” He yelled as he had left the comms open. As he span around Ianto took a deep breath as he saw the armoured guards surrounding him as one unit. Fuck. he thought as he saw the assault rifles trained on him. There was no way he was going to get a shot off here without being injured or worse killed by these soldiers.
“Drop your Weapon.” One of them commanded as they circled him.
Gripping the gun tightly Ianto thought briefly about disobeying the order but then thought better of it as he felt one of the guns jab him sharply in the back. Dropping his gun he stared defiantly at the Solider in front of him. “Who are you and what do you want?” He asked as he felt the gun again in the base of his spine.
“Shut your mouth.” The first soldier growled while pointing his rifle right in Ianto’s face.
“You are in no position to question us and it would be advisable if you just cooperate.” Another said while jabbing him in the ribs. “On your knees, hands behind your head.”
Ianto grudgingly dropped to his knees on the concrete of the Plas, all the while glaring daggers at the surrounding soldiers. Where the hell are you jack? Ianto thought as he saw the transporters moving past them, firing off rounds at any civilians that got in their way.
“Transport for the prisoner will be here momentarily, we can then take him to the Emperor.” One of the guards said to the one that was clearly in command of this squad.
“Emperor who? Why am I a prisoner?” Ianto asked again as he stared up into the blank faces of his captors, as he could see nothing beyond the white helmets.
“Shut your mouth.” The guard to his right growled before slamming the butt of his rifle against the side of his head.
Fuck… Ianto’s vision swam before going black. His body crumpled to the floor of the Plas.
“Get him on board, we leave immediately.” The squadron leader growled as he waved his rifle in Ianto’s direction as a transport vehicle came to a halt beside them, and the boarding ramp was lowered.
Two of the soldiers reached down and grasped Ianto beneath his arms and hauled him to his feet, and proceeded to drag his unconscious body on board the vehicle. The rest of the squadron following closely behind in synchronised formation. Once aboard the ramp was withdrawn and the vehicle started once more, turning to return from where it had come from. Leaving a trail of devastation in its wake and discarded on the Plas where he had fallen was Ianto’s gun and his earpiece. Vanishing through the rift once more taking Ianto with it.
TBC?
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: Ianto/Storm troopers, Jack/Ianto hinted
Summary: Something comes through the Rift and takes Ianto hostage.
Word count: 1,266
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of the characters or objects associated with it. They remain the property of the BBC and Russell T. Davies respectively. Neither do I own any of the characters or objects associated with Star Wars. They remain the property of George Lucas. I am merely borrowing them. This never happened and will remain a pure figment of my imagination. I am making no money from this and it is written for purely entertainment purposes.
A/N: This fic was inspired by the wonderful picture taken by Lagilin. Gareth David-Lloyd and the Stormtroopers
No beta so all mistakes are my own, also feedback is love and I’d love to hear what people think and whether you would like to see this continued or not, because it you think its rubbish then there’d be no point in writing more would there?
Trouble On The Plas
Roald Dahl Plas was surprisingly quiet for a Thursday afternoon as Ianto made his way across the boardwalk on his way out of the tourist information office front which made up the public image of the Hub. Getting out of the Hub even for a few minutes seemed like a blessing today of all days, Gwen had been driving them all crazy with her incessant talking. Ianto was certain that she had only been talking to try and cure the boredom that had settled over them for the past two days. There hadn’t been anything even remotely interesting to pique their interest for several days now and it was beginning to drive them all mad.
So when Jack had summoned him to his office for a few minutes of alone time, he had jumped at the chance. He missed the way Jack flirted with him and the lack of anything for the others to do, meant that they had less time to spend together. When Jack suggested that he slip out and get them something to eat he had been more than happy to escape the almost suffocating atmosphere.
Crossing the Plas, Ianto smiled to himself as he relished the silence of the outside world. Sometimes he forgot how quiet and almost peaceful it could be outside of the Hub. Very rarely did he get a chance to experience it as he tended to venture to the Hub in the early hours of the morning or in the evening when he would leave Jack to have his privacy. That was if he wasn’t staying the night. The Hub could be quiet too, when everyone had gone home. The only sounds being those of the pterodactyl as she came and went of her own accord or those of the essential systems that kept the security and monitoring systems up and running.
Ianto climbed the steps up to the restaurants that overlooked the Plas and the bay itself. He knew the dishes of choice from memory as he entered one of their regular haunts. He placed the order before he took a seat and waited, relaxing as he did so. Even now the restaurant was quiet and Ianto was soon lost in his own thoughts as he stared out over the Plas, watching what few people milled about, posing for photographs beside the water tower and the millennium centre.
Ianto visibly jumped as the owner of the restaurant touched his shoulder lightly, breaking his daydream as he did to let him know that their order was ready to go. Smiling shyly Ianto thanked the man and got to his feet so he could settle the bill before gathering up the cartons of Chinese food.
As Ianto left the restaurant and started towards the steps leading down onto the Plas he heard a deep rumbling sound followed closely by a mechanical groaning. The ground beneath his feet shook and Ianto felt all colour drain from his face as he looked up to see a huge mechanical monster appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Upon closer inspection Ianto realised that the thing that had just appeared was some form of transport vehicle. A four legged one at that and it moved across the Plas like a huge dog, the massive feet barely missing hitting the shocked people who stood staring in disbelief at what they were seeing. Ianto dropped the food as he instantly reached for his earpiece as there was no time to waste as it appeared that the transporter wasn’t alone as more smaller two legged vehicles and a squadron of foot soldiers dressed head to toe in white armour appeared through the breech in the rift that was somewhere out in the waters of the Bay itself.
“Jack we have a situation on the Plas, you had better get your asses out here before it gets out of hand. The Rift has been breached.” Ianto shouted to be heard over the loud mechanical whir as one of the transporters came right past where he was standing. He visibly flinched backwards trying to avoid being trampled. “Jack do you read me? The Rift has breeched and we have several large armoured transport vehicles and what appear to be foot soldiers.” He called again as he watched helplessly as the soldiers advanced towards one of the civilians beside the water tower.
Hearing nothing from his ear piece Ianto reached into his jacket and drew his gun from the holster and gripped it tightly as he saw a second squad of soldiers advancing on him as he moved down into the Plas its self trying to get to the people near the invisible lift. He span around when he heard gunfire behind him followed by a scream.
“Jack, get your arse out here now I need backup!” He yelled as he had left the comms open. As he span around Ianto took a deep breath as he saw the armoured guards surrounding him as one unit. Fuck. he thought as he saw the assault rifles trained on him. There was no way he was going to get a shot off here without being injured or worse killed by these soldiers.
“Drop your Weapon.” One of them commanded as they circled him.
Gripping the gun tightly Ianto thought briefly about disobeying the order but then thought better of it as he felt one of the guns jab him sharply in the back. Dropping his gun he stared defiantly at the Solider in front of him. “Who are you and what do you want?” He asked as he felt the gun again in the base of his spine.
“Shut your mouth.” The first soldier growled while pointing his rifle right in Ianto’s face.
“You are in no position to question us and it would be advisable if you just cooperate.” Another said while jabbing him in the ribs. “On your knees, hands behind your head.”
Ianto grudgingly dropped to his knees on the concrete of the Plas, all the while glaring daggers at the surrounding soldiers. Where the hell are you jack? Ianto thought as he saw the transporters moving past them, firing off rounds at any civilians that got in their way.
“Transport for the prisoner will be here momentarily, we can then take him to the Emperor.” One of the guards said to the one that was clearly in command of this squad.
“Emperor who? Why am I a prisoner?” Ianto asked again as he stared up into the blank faces of his captors, as he could see nothing beyond the white helmets.
“Shut your mouth.” The guard to his right growled before slamming the butt of his rifle against the side of his head.
Fuck… Ianto’s vision swam before going black. His body crumpled to the floor of the Plas.
“Get him on board, we leave immediately.” The squadron leader growled as he waved his rifle in Ianto’s direction as a transport vehicle came to a halt beside them, and the boarding ramp was lowered.
Two of the soldiers reached down and grasped Ianto beneath his arms and hauled him to his feet, and proceeded to drag his unconscious body on board the vehicle. The rest of the squadron following closely behind in synchronised formation. Once aboard the ramp was withdrawn and the vehicle started once more, turning to return from where it had come from. Leaving a trail of devastation in its wake and discarded on the Plas where he had fallen was Ianto’s gun and his earpiece. Vanishing through the rift once more taking Ianto with it.
TBC?