It's Zefram, not Zephram. People need to learn how to spell my name! :P
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Stargate: First Contact
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I'm a bit slow getting all the character references - it took me this long to realise why the name "Lily Sloane" was familiar!
So help me out, who is Shaun Christopher?
So help me out, who is Shaun Christopher?
Can't say I have. I've read everything posted at 1632.org/1632slush but never tried to write it. And you got the Golden NoPrize! First person to notice and connect the dots...
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I'm continuing to enjoy how well you're fusing these two universes. Looking forward to the next chapter with bated breath.
CHAPTER TWO
1933 Saturn Drive NW
Davenport, Iowa
February 7th, 1990
Shaun Christopher sat on the observation deck he’d built at the back of the house and stared into the night sky, cradling his pistol. Every day he thought of a reason to live and these days there seemed to be fewer reasons. One day he would wake up and find none; his wife had already gone and the rest of his family had all but given up on him. Hearing a car pull up to the kerb, he slipped the pistol back into the case which went into the lock box underneath the chair. Since the only visitors he received these days were the delivery men, and he didn’t have any deliveries coming, he decided on remaining exactly where he was. He heard the doorbell ringing, and then the knocking at the door; then the door opening and footsteps wandering through the house. The footsteps were clunky, a woman in standard issue military shoes.
‘Well, you’re looking a little sorry for yourself, soldier.’
‘Lieutenant Sloane,’ Christopher said without turning around. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Actually, it’s Captain now,’ Sloane replied, walking past him and turning around, leaning against the railing. ‘I’m here because you’ve been reactivated, Colonel.’
‘I’m retired. On whose authority has my life been screwed up again?’
‘General John Christopher.’
‘Figures, where am I going this time?’
‘I’m afraid that’s classified.’
Christopher’s eyes widened slightly. ‘I have security clearance that is probably higher than yours, if the reinstatement stands.’
‘Actually, you don’t. My clearance is top secret code blue.’
‘I only have code orange,’ the colonel replied. ‘What can you tell me?’
Sloane considered Christopher’s words, but the latter knew he was being baited. ‘It concerns an artefact found in Egypt sixty years ago, but the writings on it were unusual. We now know what they mean and you are needed to lead a team to investigate.’
His eyes twinkled with a renewed sense of vigour. ‘Investigate what?’
‘Are you in?’
‘Beats sitting here. Am I going to need my uniform?’
‘Is that a yes? Sign here,’ she said, pulling a piece of paper from her jacket.
He signed with the pen she gave him. ‘You will need your uniform, but you will not be working for the Air Force directly.’
‘Who will I be working for?’
‘The Langford Foundation. It’s a joint venture.’
‘A joint venture? You know my father will take over when you...when we succeed with whatever is happening.’
‘Catherine Langford is rather persuasive, she will fight tooth and nail to keep control.’
‘Lily, I know my father. Whatever you guys are doing that you need the Air Force for, he’ll see that as a sign that the Air Force should be running things. He will take over.’
Lily slumped against the railing. ‘I know, but I didn’t want to tell Catherine that at this stage. We need to get...we need to succeed first.’
‘Who was your second choice?’ Christopher asked.
‘Jack O’Neill, but he’s out at McMurdo.’
Christopher chuckled. ‘That’s a cover story that no one can check on. Who knows where the hell he is, he’s special forces.’
‘I see. Well, you’re my first choice. If we want to get there before things get interesting, we should leave now.’
‘I need to arrange things,’ Christopher said. ‘Where are we going, anyway?’
‘Montana, just outside Bozeman.’
He nodded, thinking that there was nothing out there. ‘Alright, let me make a few phone calls.’
Lily turned to face the starry night and Christopher stood to leave. He stared at his colleague’s back for a moment and then entered the bedroom. Hanging in a closet was his plain blue and grey uniform. Christopher called his lawyer and had her make the necessary calls. He donned his uniform, which still fitted even after three years, and returned to the observation deck.
‘Captain, stand at attention when in the presence of a superior officer,’ he said with a grin.
Sloane turned, smiled, stood at attention and saluted. ‘Yes sir, Colonel, sir.’
‘Are we ready, Captain?’
‘Yes sir, the quickest route will be to drive up through South Dakota. We should reach our destination by first light if we start now and split the driving.’
‘You’re anxious to get back there?’
‘Yes sir,’ she replied formally. ‘The mission is of the highest importance to both the Langford Foundation and the world at large.’
‘Then let’s get moving.’
1933 Saturn Drive NW
Davenport, Iowa
February 7th, 1990
Shaun Christopher sat on the observation deck he’d built at the back of the house and stared into the night sky, cradling his pistol. Every day he thought of a reason to live and these days there seemed to be fewer reasons. One day he would wake up and find none; his wife had already gone and the rest of his family had all but given up on him. Hearing a car pull up to the kerb, he slipped the pistol back into the case which went into the lock box underneath the chair. Since the only visitors he received these days were the delivery men, and he didn’t have any deliveries coming, he decided on remaining exactly where he was. He heard the doorbell ringing, and then the knocking at the door; then the door opening and footsteps wandering through the house. The footsteps were clunky, a woman in standard issue military shoes.
‘Well, you’re looking a little sorry for yourself, soldier.’
‘Lieutenant Sloane,’ Christopher said without turning around. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Actually, it’s Captain now,’ Sloane replied, walking past him and turning around, leaning against the railing. ‘I’m here because you’ve been reactivated, Colonel.’
‘I’m retired. On whose authority has my life been screwed up again?’
‘General John Christopher.’
‘Figures, where am I going this time?’
‘I’m afraid that’s classified.’
Christopher’s eyes widened slightly. ‘I have security clearance that is probably higher than yours, if the reinstatement stands.’
‘Actually, you don’t. My clearance is top secret code blue.’
‘I only have code orange,’ the colonel replied. ‘What can you tell me?’
Sloane considered Christopher’s words, but the latter knew he was being baited. ‘It concerns an artefact found in Egypt sixty years ago, but the writings on it were unusual. We now know what they mean and you are needed to lead a team to investigate.’
His eyes twinkled with a renewed sense of vigour. ‘Investigate what?’
‘Are you in?’
‘Beats sitting here. Am I going to need my uniform?’
‘Is that a yes? Sign here,’ she said, pulling a piece of paper from her jacket.
He signed with the pen she gave him. ‘You will need your uniform, but you will not be working for the Air Force directly.’
‘Who will I be working for?’
‘The Langford Foundation. It’s a joint venture.’
‘A joint venture? You know my father will take over when you...when we succeed with whatever is happening.’
‘Catherine Langford is rather persuasive, she will fight tooth and nail to keep control.’
‘Lily, I know my father. Whatever you guys are doing that you need the Air Force for, he’ll see that as a sign that the Air Force should be running things. He will take over.’
Lily slumped against the railing. ‘I know, but I didn’t want to tell Catherine that at this stage. We need to get...we need to succeed first.’
‘Who was your second choice?’ Christopher asked.
‘Jack O’Neill, but he’s out at McMurdo.’
Christopher chuckled. ‘That’s a cover story that no one can check on. Who knows where the hell he is, he’s special forces.’
‘I see. Well, you’re my first choice. If we want to get there before things get interesting, we should leave now.’
‘I need to arrange things,’ Christopher said. ‘Where are we going, anyway?’
‘Montana, just outside Bozeman.’
He nodded, thinking that there was nothing out there. ‘Alright, let me make a few phone calls.’
Lily turned to face the starry night and Christopher stood to leave. He stared at his colleague’s back for a moment and then entered the bedroom. Hanging in a closet was his plain blue and grey uniform. Christopher called his lawyer and had her make the necessary calls. He donned his uniform, which still fitted even after three years, and returned to the observation deck.
‘Captain, stand at attention when in the presence of a superior officer,’ he said with a grin.
Sloane turned, smiled, stood at attention and saluted. ‘Yes sir, Colonel, sir.’
‘Are we ready, Captain?’
‘Yes sir, the quickest route will be to drive up through South Dakota. We should reach our destination by first light if we start now and split the driving.’
‘You’re anxious to get back there?’
‘Yes sir,’ she replied formally. ‘The mission is of the highest importance to both the Langford Foundation and the world at large.’
‘Then let’s get moving.’
Ah, Xeris, Xeris, Xeris! Its spelled "curb" I believe! That having been said: Beautiful! What I like most about this is that, as you go, I can see you getting the "feel" for the fusion and the story flows better and seems more natural with each segment. As a fan of SG-1(I own every episode and the new movie) I have seen the show so often that I can picture the original scene as you re-work it and I love how faithful you have been throughout. At the same time you are forging your own story wonderfully. This whole "fusion" thing bears further scrutiny, methinks!
In the UK, it's kerb - between the pavement and the road. The "curb" we use over here is to curb your excesses, for example.
So, since your language is based on ours, you got it wrong
Anyways, thank you for your kind words. I like the idea of fusion fiction and the Stargate/Trek idea is one I've wanted to do for a while. I shall soon be leaving the movie far behind, and forging my own way using occasional aspects of SG1 and moving into Trek history in some form. But of course, this is an alternate history, so anything can happen.
In the UK, it's kerb - between the pavement and the road. The "curb" we use over here is to curb your excesses, for example.
So, since your language is based on ours, you got it wrong
*snicker* I always knew the English were weird. I suppose you're gonna tell me that y'all actually pronounce the "h" in herbs, too!
(said the "Dressed To Kill" fan)
Most of us do, except the Chavs and the commoners. But we're getting off topic. How's the story?In the UK, it's kerb - between the pavement and the road. The "curb" we use over here is to curb your excesses, for example.
So, since your language is based on ours, you got it wrong
*snicker* I always knew the English were weird. I suppose you're gonna tell me that y'all actually pronounce the "h" in herbs, too!
Actually, I was hoping for someone to say x needs more work or y could do with something extra. All these compliments are going to my head, lol.
Next part should be up tomorrow evening, GMT, maybe sooner.
Get ready for your head to swell a bit more. I'm thoroughly enjoying your story. Loving both Trek and the Gates, this is just a joy to read. True, the reveal of the Vulcan "ambassador" was a bit clunky, but other than that, I am enraptured. Keep up the good work!
I'll go back and look at that, thanks guys.
I had hoped to get the next section up at the weekend but RL interfered, and is still doing so. It'll be finished and up ASAP
