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stargateficrecShow: SGA and SG1 (eventually with a crossover with NCIS)
Rec Category: Novel-length stories
Characters: Pretty much the entire ensemble of SGA and SG1! But for the initial story: Vala Mal Doran, Jehan abd-Ba'al (John Sheppard), Meredith (Rodney) McKay, Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Melena Dex, Janet Frasier, Lindsay Novak, Bates, Stackhouse, Carson Beckett, Halling, Kanaan, Acastus Kolya, Ladon Radim, Brendan Gall, Elizabeth Weir, Teal’c, Ba’al, Qetesh.
Categories: slash, het and femslash relationships. See the fic at AO3 for details.
Warnings: Parts of the inital fic have the "Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con" warnings.
Author on DW:auburn
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Gypsies, Pirates, and Thieves series on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Most SGA fans will know Auburn's novel-length fic Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves, the first in this series. There are two shorter (if you can call 11,000 words shorter!) follow-on fics that are also well-known (Killdeer and Everybody Knows). But hey - there are two new ones in the series! Beg, Borrow, or Steal was posted in October 2017, and the very latest one, Lawyers, Guns, and Money is still posting as a WIP - it's up to 9/26 chapters (ETA- it’s complete!). The last two fics are crossovers with NCIS LA and NCIS. So this already epic novel will have a novel-length sequel. I like the twists Auburn builds into the AU, with very different back-stories for John and Rodney, a lot of SG1 characters ending up in Pegasus including Janet Fraiser, prominent roles for Jack O'Neill and Vala, and Teyla as the runner, not Ronon. The non-con/violence is in flash-backs and canon-typical - what you expect when a Goa'uld controls your life. It's a great read - somewhat dark in places, yes, but as ever, Auburn's a master of plot and characterization. I'm not especially into NCIS, but I didn't have any trouble following those parts.
Snippet from Beg, Borrow, or Steal:
"Fuck me that's close," Stackhouse whispered.
"Too close," Vala said, her face tipped up to watch. "It's new, isn't it?"
Jehan plotted the asteroid's course backward. It didn't have an orbit yet, was still moving out, away from Hoff's star. Away from Hoff's orbit. Away from where Hoff should have been. He found more debris blowing out from the same point. "Yes," he said and began firing thrusters to contort their path through them.
"Power up, engines to full now, all shields!" Vala commanded, her hands pressing on her console's boards like she could make them respond faster by pushing harder. "Route back-up power from the cloak to shields. Now, now, now!"
"Shields up, sublights ready," Mer shouted over the intercom. "You've got full power in six, five, four, three, two, now!"
Revenge leaped under Jehan's hands, energy rushing through the ship once more, the deep thrum of the sublights, making the hairs stand up on his arms. The hum of the shields, the hiss of the environmental systems balancing the atmosphere inside once more came together. The returned heat from the decks and the air vents caressed his bare face and fingers and made his toes sting in his boots.
"Hard ping," Vala said.
Stackhouse had the comm console and long-range sensors on his board. He initiated a sectored active sweep. The collision alarms blared before the sensors caught up with the lag at their farthest reach, shunting adrenaline through his veins.
Jehan lit up the sublights and the maneuvering thrusters, using both to shift the Revenge three dimensionally through space increasingly clogged with thicker debris than most asteroid belts. The shields flared white with impacts from dust, gravel, boulders, and bigger chunks moving at cometary speeds right at them. The biggest pieces filled the monitors like walls as they streaked by.
Jehan cursed under his breath in a mixture of Goa'uld, English and Alteran. On the intercom, Mer was cursing too, shouting that the shields were taking more power than they had. "What the fuck are you doing to my ship, you submoronic spicacephalic shit monkey!? Are we under fire? Are we at battle stations?" Mer demanded. "I'm not a worm-loving god damned magician!" More power fed the collision shields, though. "Tell me what's going on!"
"Trying to save us from taking the kinetic impact of a planetoid, here!" Jehan yelled back. He either had to use the sublights to outrun the expanding sphere of planetary debris or make a hyperspace jump. He flicked his gaze to the range scans and made the call. "Going to hyper," he announced and hit the engage control. Revenge micro-jumped, shuddering into and out of the false blue of hyperspace, and exited on the far side of the Hoffan system, a calculation he'd been running for an emergency exit through the entire approach to the planet. Jehan always ran a similar mental calculation, but he had never needed except under Goa'uld fire.
"I'm going to pluck you naked, spit roast your dead body over my overheating engines and feed you to the giant fucking space whales, you ass-eating lunatic!"
"Very fucking nice, Mer," Jehan sniped back. "The Wraith pulled an Alderaan on Hoff."
The intercom went silent, then hissed, before Lindsay's voice came over it. "The engines are stable and at 99%. Meredith is on his way to the bridge."
Rec Category: Novel-length stories
Characters: Pretty much the entire ensemble of SGA and SG1! But for the initial story: Vala Mal Doran, Jehan abd-Ba'al (John Sheppard), Meredith (Rodney) McKay, Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Melena Dex, Janet Frasier, Lindsay Novak, Bates, Stackhouse, Carson Beckett, Halling, Kanaan, Acastus Kolya, Ladon Radim, Brendan Gall, Elizabeth Weir, Teal’c, Ba’al, Qetesh.
Categories: slash, het and femslash relationships. See the fic at AO3 for details.
Warnings: Parts of the inital fic have the "Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con" warnings.
Author on DW:
auburn Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Gypsies, Pirates, and Thieves series on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Most SGA fans will know Auburn's novel-length fic Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves, the first in this series. There are two shorter (if you can call 11,000 words shorter!) follow-on fics that are also well-known (Killdeer and Everybody Knows). But hey - there are two new ones in the series! Beg, Borrow, or Steal was posted in October 2017, and the very latest one, Lawyers, Guns, and Money is still posting as a WIP - it's up to 9/26 chapters (ETA- it’s complete!). The last two fics are crossovers with NCIS LA and NCIS. So this already epic novel will have a novel-length sequel. I like the twists Auburn builds into the AU, with very different back-stories for John and Rodney, a lot of SG1 characters ending up in Pegasus including Janet Fraiser, prominent roles for Jack O'Neill and Vala, and Teyla as the runner, not Ronon. The non-con/violence is in flash-backs and canon-typical - what you expect when a Goa'uld controls your life. It's a great read - somewhat dark in places, yes, but as ever, Auburn's a master of plot and characterization. I'm not especially into NCIS, but I didn't have any trouble following those parts.
Snippet from Beg, Borrow, or Steal:
"Fuck me that's close," Stackhouse whispered.
"Too close," Vala said, her face tipped up to watch. "It's new, isn't it?"
Jehan plotted the asteroid's course backward. It didn't have an orbit yet, was still moving out, away from Hoff's star. Away from Hoff's orbit. Away from where Hoff should have been. He found more debris blowing out from the same point. "Yes," he said and began firing thrusters to contort their path through them.
"Power up, engines to full now, all shields!" Vala commanded, her hands pressing on her console's boards like she could make them respond faster by pushing harder. "Route back-up power from the cloak to shields. Now, now, now!"
"Shields up, sublights ready," Mer shouted over the intercom. "You've got full power in six, five, four, three, two, now!"
Revenge leaped under Jehan's hands, energy rushing through the ship once more, the deep thrum of the sublights, making the hairs stand up on his arms. The hum of the shields, the hiss of the environmental systems balancing the atmosphere inside once more came together. The returned heat from the decks and the air vents caressed his bare face and fingers and made his toes sting in his boots.
"Hard ping," Vala said.
Stackhouse had the comm console and long-range sensors on his board. He initiated a sectored active sweep. The collision alarms blared before the sensors caught up with the lag at their farthest reach, shunting adrenaline through his veins.
Jehan lit up the sublights and the maneuvering thrusters, using both to shift the Revenge three dimensionally through space increasingly clogged with thicker debris than most asteroid belts. The shields flared white with impacts from dust, gravel, boulders, and bigger chunks moving at cometary speeds right at them. The biggest pieces filled the monitors like walls as they streaked by.
Jehan cursed under his breath in a mixture of Goa'uld, English and Alteran. On the intercom, Mer was cursing too, shouting that the shields were taking more power than they had. "What the fuck are you doing to my ship, you submoronic spicacephalic shit monkey!? Are we under fire? Are we at battle stations?" Mer demanded. "I'm not a worm-loving god damned magician!" More power fed the collision shields, though. "Tell me what's going on!"
"Trying to save us from taking the kinetic impact of a planetoid, here!" Jehan yelled back. He either had to use the sublights to outrun the expanding sphere of planetary debris or make a hyperspace jump. He flicked his gaze to the range scans and made the call. "Going to hyper," he announced and hit the engage control. Revenge micro-jumped, shuddering into and out of the false blue of hyperspace, and exited on the far side of the Hoffan system, a calculation he'd been running for an emergency exit through the entire approach to the planet. Jehan always ran a similar mental calculation, but he had never needed except under Goa'uld fire.
"I'm going to pluck you naked, spit roast your dead body over my overheating engines and feed you to the giant fucking space whales, you ass-eating lunatic!"
"Very fucking nice, Mer," Jehan sniped back. "The Wraith pulled an Alderaan on Hoff."
The intercom went silent, then hissed, before Lindsay's voice came over it. "The engines are stable and at 99%. Meredith is on his way to the bridge."
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Date: 2018-07-01 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-01 02:39 am (UTC)I really think you’d like it! The John!whump and Rodney!whump is no worse than many other fics and Jehan and Mer are fiercely loyal to each other. :)
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Date: 2018-07-01 02:57 am (UTC)