"A Whole New 'Verse" by
jedibuttercup
Aug. 29th, 2007 05:40 pmYes, I'm cheating again and reccing a series of two stories that crosses Stargate Atlantis and Firefly.
Rec Category: Crossovers (Stargate Atlantis/Firefly)
Pairing: No pairing, but we get Paul Davis (yay!) and the Atlantis and Serenity crews
Category: crossover, action adventure
Warning: PG13 for a bit of language and violence
Author on LJ:
jedibuttercup
Author's Website: Jedi Buttercup.com
Link: Series introduction on Twisting the Hellmouth
Why This Must Be Read: Stargate Atlantis and Firefly. What's not to love?
Rec Category: Crossovers (Stargate Atlantis/Firefly)
Pairing: No pairing, but we get Paul Davis (yay!) and the Atlantis and Serenity crews
Category: crossover, action adventure
Warning: PG13 for a bit of language and violence
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: Jedi Buttercup.com
Link: Series introduction on Twisting the Hellmouth
Why This Must Be Read: Stargate Atlantis and Firefly. What's not to love?
Snippet of fic:
Carson frowned as he made notations on his clipboard, noting the results of yet another failed series of treatments. They'd let the genie out of the bottle, given mass murderers the key to their own cell; Atlantis had been woefully unprepared when the Alliance's blue-gloved "ambassadors" had made the first move in the new war, releasing a chemical poison in an attempt claim the city for their own. The toxicity of the stuff was not to be believed, and it had taken precious seconds for Atlantis to zero in on it as a threat; everyone in the control tower had been affected.
It was a lucky thing he'd been detained off-world with Sheppard's team at the time; Atlantis had very nearly been decapitated by the attack. Nearly half of those dosed-- those without any version of the Ancient's gene-- had simply lain down, never to awake again, but each of the others had devolved into *this*: cunning, inhuman creatures motivated solely by hunger and rage. He shuddered to think of what it might have made of full-blooded Ancients.
Carson frowned as he made notations on his clipboard, noting the results of yet another failed series of treatments. They'd let the genie out of the bottle, given mass murderers the key to their own cell; Atlantis had been woefully unprepared when the Alliance's blue-gloved "ambassadors" had made the first move in the new war, releasing a chemical poison in an attempt claim the city for their own. The toxicity of the stuff was not to be believed, and it had taken precious seconds for Atlantis to zero in on it as a threat; everyone in the control tower had been affected.
It was a lucky thing he'd been detained off-world with Sheppard's team at the time; Atlantis had very nearly been decapitated by the attack. Nearly half of those dosed-- those without any version of the Ancient's gene-- had simply lain down, never to awake again, but each of the others had devolved into *this*: cunning, inhuman creatures motivated solely by hunger and rage. He shuddered to think of what it might have made of full-blooded Ancients.