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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Bill Lee, General Hammond, SG-1, SG-17, OCs
Categories: Gen, Hurt/comfort
Warnings: Violence, multiple minor character deaths, angst
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Tiv'ester's Fanfiction
Link: Caduceus Circle
Why This Must Be Read: Inspired by the true story of the Lost Batallion of WWI, this story is... intense. Powerful. It's a tragedy that's like a train-wreck: you see it coming and can only watch helplessly as it gets closer and closer. Tiv'ester does an amazing job of showing events unfold, showing exactly when things start going wrong, and when assumptions, miscommunications and errors in judgement become deadly mistakes. And Daniel's in the centre of things, pinned down and waiting for backup with a team of off-world rookies and civilians. Because he was supposed to be leading a research mission on a planet that Jaffa hadn't visited in over a thousand years...
Corporal Mulroney waited a moment for them to stop talking. “Colonel O’Neill? We can’t raise Colonel McAndrews on any frequency.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Jack complained. “Carter?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam went over to the radio and tried a few adjustments to the amplifiers. “The signal is at full strength, sir. It could be that their radios are too weak or there’s still something interfering with our transmission. They may not have received it at all. We have the amplifiers to boost theirs.”
“So Daniel and McAndrews may not know the games are over?” Jack asked. “Or are we supposed to hightail it up there for another round?”
“It’s possible, sir. We may have to send a messenger to see what the situation is.”
Bra’tac entered the tent, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Well fought, human. You held the gate well. However, we bested you in two engagements.”
“Yeah, so… call it a tie?” Jack joked.
“You will not get off so easily. We have a wager.”
Nope, there was no getting off easy with Bra’tac. He’d remember a debt for years; he certainly wouldn’t let anyone forget they owed him.
“Yeah, well, it’s not over yet. Looks like we’ve got one more skirmish to fight, and I don’t think your side is gonna win.”
Bra’tac looked perplexed. “All of our patrols are accounted for.”
“Not the ones at the temple,” Mulroney spoke up. “They still have Doctor Jackson’s group under siege, and they’re still fighting. We think.”
The look went from perplexed to concerned. “We sent no one to the temple. That is outside of the boundaries.”
Mulroney looked at the officers in the tent – “Sir, begging your pardon and not meaning to argue with you, but Jaffa were showing up here right after we got the word about the games. They flew here in cargo ships and some death gliders, landed over at the temple where --.”
“We did not arrive in ships,” Bra’tac stated, the look turning to dread rather than concern. “We came through the Chappa’ai.”
The silence spoke for itself.
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Bill Lee, General Hammond, SG-1, SG-17, OCs
Categories: Gen, Hurt/comfort
Warnings: Violence, multiple minor character deaths, angst
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Tiv'ester's Fanfiction
Link: Caduceus Circle
Why This Must Be Read: Inspired by the true story of the Lost Batallion of WWI, this story is... intense. Powerful. It's a tragedy that's like a train-wreck: you see it coming and can only watch helplessly as it gets closer and closer. Tiv'ester does an amazing job of showing events unfold, showing exactly when things start going wrong, and when assumptions, miscommunications and errors in judgement become deadly mistakes. And Daniel's in the centre of things, pinned down and waiting for backup with a team of off-world rookies and civilians. Because he was supposed to be leading a research mission on a planet that Jaffa hadn't visited in over a thousand years...
Corporal Mulroney waited a moment for them to stop talking. “Colonel O’Neill? We can’t raise Colonel McAndrews on any frequency.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Jack complained. “Carter?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam went over to the radio and tried a few adjustments to the amplifiers. “The signal is at full strength, sir. It could be that their radios are too weak or there’s still something interfering with our transmission. They may not have received it at all. We have the amplifiers to boost theirs.”
“So Daniel and McAndrews may not know the games are over?” Jack asked. “Or are we supposed to hightail it up there for another round?”
“It’s possible, sir. We may have to send a messenger to see what the situation is.”
Bra’tac entered the tent, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Well fought, human. You held the gate well. However, we bested you in two engagements.”
“Yeah, so… call it a tie?” Jack joked.
“You will not get off so easily. We have a wager.”
Nope, there was no getting off easy with Bra’tac. He’d remember a debt for years; he certainly wouldn’t let anyone forget they owed him.
“Yeah, well, it’s not over yet. Looks like we’ve got one more skirmish to fight, and I don’t think your side is gonna win.”
Bra’tac looked perplexed. “All of our patrols are accounted for.”
“Not the ones at the temple,” Mulroney spoke up. “They still have Doctor Jackson’s group under siege, and they’re still fighting. We think.”
The look went from perplexed to concerned. “We sent no one to the temple. That is outside of the boundaries.”
Mulroney looked at the officers in the tent – “Sir, begging your pardon and not meaning to argue with you, but Jaffa were showing up here right after we got the word about the games. They flew here in cargo ships and some death gliders, landed over at the temple where --.”
“We did not arrive in ships,” Bra’tac stated, the look turning to dread rather than concern. “We came through the Chappa’ai.”
The silence spoke for itself.
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