Force by Mara Jade
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stargateficrecRec Category: Crossovers (Stargate SG1/Star Wars)
Pairing: Jack/Sam, Daniel/Janet
Category:: Crossover/General/Romance/Action/Adventure
Warning:
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: Mara Jades Website
Link: 'Force' as one long story at her website or 'Force' in chapters at Wormhole Crossing
Why This Must Be Read: As Mara Jade's summary says "Sam's all alone in a Galaxy Far, Far, Away…". Not to many authors manage to write fan fiction where the central character (in this case Sam) is stripped of everything, her family, friends, position and dignity and yet still maintain the sense of self and the person we grew to love, so well and Mara manages it beautifully. She shows us a Sam who has been taken away from everything she knows and loves and thrown into the life of a Slave on Nar Shadaa with nothing but her intelligence and ingenuity to keep her alive.
Anyone who loves Sam should read this story, it's fantastically well done and show's both Sam's good points and shortcomings without hesitation, it shows us how her knew life has changed her without changing who Sam is at a fundamental level.
Sam looked up; she had the uncanny feeling that some one was watching her, someone without her best intentions in mind. She looked surreptitiously out of the corner of her eye, trying to identify who, or what, it was. Without turning her head or making it obvious that she was looking, she spotted the person in question. The short, fat, greasy-looking man that was headed her way was leering and weaving drunkenly, crashing into several other patrons and leaving a trail of angry, weapon-bearing beings.
Flicking her eyes back to the bar in front of her and her almost finished Corellian Ale, she reached down and made sure the safety clip on her holster was undone before draining the last of her drink.
She didn’t even flinch when an unshaven, grease-lined face was thrust into her field of vision and resisted the urge to gag when a wave of rancid breath washed over her.
“Hey there, how ‘bout I buy you another?” he said, leaning on the counter in what he assumed was an inviting pose.
“No, thanks; I was just leaving,” she told him, calmly putting her glass back down.
“No, I think you’re gonna sit here and keep me company a little while longer, lady,” he replied, clutching at her left arm. Rolling her eyes, her arm darted down and pulled out her blaster and, in one smooth motion, she pointed right between his eyes, faster than the unctuous man could blink.
The man stood there, jaws wobbling and eyes crossing as he tried to comprehend the DL-44 that was now pressed into the oily skin of his forehead.
Sam could practically see the cogs whirring as the man weighed up the pro’s and con’s of trying to…woo…someone who was obviously trigger happy.
“You’re right; I think I’ll just, uh, go now…” he said, his bravado obliterated, before gently easing away from the business end of the weapon.
Glancing at her wrist chrono, Sam decided she’d have another ale and then head out into the murky streets of Nar Shadaa, the smugglers’ moon.
She didn’t look up when the server droid delivered her drink but took the cold glass in her hands, pointedly ignoring the dirty tide marks that ran the length of it. She stared morosely at her hands, eyes tracing the hundreds of thin, white scars that crossed her hands, a constant reminder of three years spent in the dark, painstakingly packing ebony Glitterstim threads, lining them up minutely so that the crystals that edged them wouldn’t grind it into a powder, and trying to stop those same crystals from slicing her hands open every ten minutes.
She shifted on her stool, uncomfortable of the direction that her thoughts had taken her, the weight of her blaster against her thigh now a comfort to her.
Pairing: Jack/Sam, Daniel/Janet
Category:: Crossover/General/Romance/Action/Adventure
Warning:
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: Mara Jades Website
Link: 'Force' as one long story at her website or 'Force' in chapters at Wormhole Crossing
Why This Must Be Read: As Mara Jade's summary says "Sam's all alone in a Galaxy Far, Far, Away…". Not to many authors manage to write fan fiction where the central character (in this case Sam) is stripped of everything, her family, friends, position and dignity and yet still maintain the sense of self and the person we grew to love, so well and Mara manages it beautifully. She shows us a Sam who has been taken away from everything she knows and loves and thrown into the life of a Slave on Nar Shadaa with nothing but her intelligence and ingenuity to keep her alive.
Anyone who loves Sam should read this story, it's fantastically well done and show's both Sam's good points and shortcomings without hesitation, it shows us how her knew life has changed her without changing who Sam is at a fundamental level.
Sam looked up; she had the uncanny feeling that some one was watching her, someone without her best intentions in mind. She looked surreptitiously out of the corner of her eye, trying to identify who, or what, it was. Without turning her head or making it obvious that she was looking, she spotted the person in question. The short, fat, greasy-looking man that was headed her way was leering and weaving drunkenly, crashing into several other patrons and leaving a trail of angry, weapon-bearing beings.
Flicking her eyes back to the bar in front of her and her almost finished Corellian Ale, she reached down and made sure the safety clip on her holster was undone before draining the last of her drink.
She didn’t even flinch when an unshaven, grease-lined face was thrust into her field of vision and resisted the urge to gag when a wave of rancid breath washed over her.
“Hey there, how ‘bout I buy you another?” he said, leaning on the counter in what he assumed was an inviting pose.
“No, thanks; I was just leaving,” she told him, calmly putting her glass back down.
“No, I think you’re gonna sit here and keep me company a little while longer, lady,” he replied, clutching at her left arm. Rolling her eyes, her arm darted down and pulled out her blaster and, in one smooth motion, she pointed right between his eyes, faster than the unctuous man could blink.
The man stood there, jaws wobbling and eyes crossing as he tried to comprehend the DL-44 that was now pressed into the oily skin of his forehead.
Sam could practically see the cogs whirring as the man weighed up the pro’s and con’s of trying to…woo…someone who was obviously trigger happy.
“You’re right; I think I’ll just, uh, go now…” he said, his bravado obliterated, before gently easing away from the business end of the weapon.
Glancing at her wrist chrono, Sam decided she’d have another ale and then head out into the murky streets of Nar Shadaa, the smugglers’ moon.
She didn’t look up when the server droid delivered her drink but took the cold glass in her hands, pointedly ignoring the dirty tide marks that ran the length of it. She stared morosely at her hands, eyes tracing the hundreds of thin, white scars that crossed her hands, a constant reminder of three years spent in the dark, painstakingly packing ebony Glitterstim threads, lining them up minutely so that the crystals that edged them wouldn’t grind it into a powder, and trying to stop those same crystals from slicing her hands open every ten minutes.
She shifted on her stool, uncomfortable of the direction that her thoughts had taken her, the weight of her blaster against her thigh now a comfort to her.
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