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iliaTitle: Yet Another Christmas Invasion
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor who/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jake Simmons, Cameron Mitchell, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c
Date: December 8
Author’s Notes: For the 8th day of my Advent Calender I give you yet another crossover in which Rose kicks ass.
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“It’s Christmas! How is it fair that they’re trying to invade on Christmas!” Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell was a single octave away from whining, he walked a very fine line.
“I doubt aliens have Christmas,” Dr. Daniel Jackson commented.
Their banter was mainly to try and diffuse the complete “oh shit” quality of their situation. General Landry, their leader, was out of commission and even more worrying, Col. Samantha Carter, the brainiest genius since...well ever was stuck inside a lab under some kind of alien influence that, presumably, was making her try to reach a suitable height and stand at the edge in a fairly disquieting manner.
Daniel was making virtually no headway with the alien language (he was brilliant beyond belief but a half-hour wasn‘t exactly an adequate amount of time), Dr. Lee was no Samantha Carter, and approximately one third of their population (except in Argentina where it was more like one half) was perched precariously on some roof or elevated spot, looking ready to take the plunge.
They would have just blown the damned ship to hell except that there was no guarantee that the people would be safe. And the Asgard weren’t much help either, their reputation as protectors was pretty much shot and all their previously “protected” planets were fair game to any asshole in the galaxy.
So now Earth was under attack and the male portion of SG-1 was suiting up for a foray on the enemy ship.
“Beam us up, Scotty,” Mitchell called jauntily to the Fortuna, the Daedalus-class battle cruiser currently in orbit, ready for the order to engage the enemy.
“We do not appreciate the inaccurate attempt at humor, Colonel,” the one of the Asgard, either Freki or Geri (he could never tell) chided.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“See that it does not happen again,” the one had to be Geri (he was usually the grumpier one) reprimanded before initializing the beaming tech.
***
“Remind me to be really angry at those guys,” Mitchell commented as he held up his arms in surrender.
They'd been beamed right in the middle of what seemed to be a god-damned stadium!
“Indeed,” Teal’c intoned.
“Man, they are ugly.”
“Indeed.”
“What are they saying, Jackson?”
“Didn’t exactly get very far with the translation,” Daniel hissed through a fake smile.
The very alien aliens were making blatant threatening gestures.
“Americans! You’re all bloody useless!”
SG-1 exchanged quick glances before finding the source of the comment.
The young, blonde woman was sauntering through the ranks, seemingly unconcerned, as she approached one of the aliens.
“Sycorax! I am Rose Tyler, a Defender of this planet! You are direct violation of Convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation and I demand you release the people below and withdraw at once!”
“Okay, first: how did you get up here? Second: why are you talking to them in English?” Daniel commented.
The woman, Rose Tyler didn’t take her eyes off her mark. “The first is none of your business and as for the second, they can understand us. Jus’ won’t get off your high horses to dirty your tongues with our primitive language will ya?” she mocked her opponent.
In response, the Sycorax made the guttural sounds of his speech.
“The people?” Rose questioned as if she could understand. “Oh you mean all the O-positives! I’m sure they’ll be fine after we destroy your ship and the blood control with it.”
The assembly of Sycorax turned at the repetitive and concussive sound of a firing gun. A widely-grinning, obviously smug, man was standing next to remains of some sparking tech.
All the Sycorax tensed, seemingly ready to tear them apart.
“Always have to be difficult,” they heard Rose mutter before she twitched a hand behind her back and withdrew a sword.
“As Defender, I challenge you,” she shouted as she leveled her blade at what they assumed was the leader.
Her opponent laughed.
Rose didn’t seemed to be particularly pleased. “Do you forfeit because of fear?! Are you just a kalak pel kasa kree salvak?”
The Sycorax growled, unsheathed his sword and rushed at the slight woman.
SG-1 stiffened, preparing to intercept.
“Stop,” someone hissed. A spiky haired blond.
“Don’t interfere. Get your teleport thing ready for six,” the dark-skinned, gun-happy guy from earlier added.
They could do nothing but watch as Rose engaged her foe, spinning and dodging, using her speed to wear him down.
When he faltered her sword was just a quick flash. The head bounced thrice before stopping at Mitchell’s feet.
“I have defeated your Champion! Withdraw or meet the same fate!” Rose roared, every inch the victorious warrior, splattered with blood and soaked with sweat.
Rose stepped closer to her fellow humans.
“Fortuna, we need an exit for six,” Mitchell ordered quickly.
***
“Torchwood? You guys have an alien division?"
“How did you know their species? And their language? What was it you said, khalak pell casa kree salvak?”
“Your prowess with a sword was impressive, where did you learn?”
“Extrapolating and using blood to control the population? What technology were they using?"
Mickey and Jake shared amused grins as Rose was bombarded on all sides.
“Oi!” Rose halted the questions with an upraised hand and the edged smile she’d given the Sycorax before challenging him before answering their questions in a rush, “You’re not the only people in the alien business, we’ve met the Sycorax before and don’t repeat anything I said, an intensive and painful amount of time with a sadistic master and I don’t know. Now, we’re going home. It’s Christmas and my Mum will kill us if we miss dinner.”
“And she’s scarier than a Sycorax!” Mickey remarked loudly.
Jake nodded in complete agreement.
The three made a motion over their wrists and were gone.
Several cries of surprise and indignation followed their departure.
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A/N: Yes, I know DW says A-positive, but parallel world so O-positive.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor who/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jake Simmons, Cameron Mitchell, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c
Date: December 8
Author’s Notes: For the 8th day of my Advent Calender I give you yet another crossover in which Rose kicks ass.
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“It’s Christmas! How is it fair that they’re trying to invade on Christmas!” Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell was a single octave away from whining, he walked a very fine line.
“I doubt aliens have Christmas,” Dr. Daniel Jackson commented.
Their banter was mainly to try and diffuse the complete “oh shit” quality of their situation. General Landry, their leader, was out of commission and even more worrying, Col. Samantha Carter, the brainiest genius since...well ever was stuck inside a lab under some kind of alien influence that, presumably, was making her try to reach a suitable height and stand at the edge in a fairly disquieting manner.
Daniel was making virtually no headway with the alien language (he was brilliant beyond belief but a half-hour wasn‘t exactly an adequate amount of time), Dr. Lee was no Samantha Carter, and approximately one third of their population (except in Argentina where it was more like one half) was perched precariously on some roof or elevated spot, looking ready to take the plunge.
They would have just blown the damned ship to hell except that there was no guarantee that the people would be safe. And the Asgard weren’t much help either, their reputation as protectors was pretty much shot and all their previously “protected” planets were fair game to any asshole in the galaxy.
So now Earth was under attack and the male portion of SG-1 was suiting up for a foray on the enemy ship.
“Beam us up, Scotty,” Mitchell called jauntily to the Fortuna, the Daedalus-class battle cruiser currently in orbit, ready for the order to engage the enemy.
“We do not appreciate the inaccurate attempt at humor, Colonel,” the one of the Asgard, either Freki or Geri (he could never tell) chided.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“See that it does not happen again,” the one had to be Geri (he was usually the grumpier one) reprimanded before initializing the beaming tech.
***
“Remind me to be really angry at those guys,” Mitchell commented as he held up his arms in surrender.
They'd been beamed right in the middle of what seemed to be a god-damned stadium!
“Indeed,” Teal’c intoned.
“Man, they are ugly.”
“Indeed.”
“What are they saying, Jackson?”
“Didn’t exactly get very far with the translation,” Daniel hissed through a fake smile.
The very alien aliens were making blatant threatening gestures.
“Americans! You’re all bloody useless!”
SG-1 exchanged quick glances before finding the source of the comment.
The young, blonde woman was sauntering through the ranks, seemingly unconcerned, as she approached one of the aliens.
“Sycorax! I am Rose Tyler, a Defender of this planet! You are direct violation of Convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation and I demand you release the people below and withdraw at once!”
“Okay, first: how did you get up here? Second: why are you talking to them in English?” Daniel commented.
The woman, Rose Tyler didn’t take her eyes off her mark. “The first is none of your business and as for the second, they can understand us. Jus’ won’t get off your high horses to dirty your tongues with our primitive language will ya?” she mocked her opponent.
In response, the Sycorax made the guttural sounds of his speech.
“The people?” Rose questioned as if she could understand. “Oh you mean all the O-positives! I’m sure they’ll be fine after we destroy your ship and the blood control with it.”
The assembly of Sycorax turned at the repetitive and concussive sound of a firing gun. A widely-grinning, obviously smug, man was standing next to remains of some sparking tech.
All the Sycorax tensed, seemingly ready to tear them apart.
“Always have to be difficult,” they heard Rose mutter before she twitched a hand behind her back and withdrew a sword.
“As Defender, I challenge you,” she shouted as she leveled her blade at what they assumed was the leader.
Her opponent laughed.
Rose didn’t seemed to be particularly pleased. “Do you forfeit because of fear?! Are you just a kalak pel kasa kree salvak?”
The Sycorax growled, unsheathed his sword and rushed at the slight woman.
SG-1 stiffened, preparing to intercept.
“Stop,” someone hissed. A spiky haired blond.
“Don’t interfere. Get your teleport thing ready for six,” the dark-skinned, gun-happy guy from earlier added.
They could do nothing but watch as Rose engaged her foe, spinning and dodging, using her speed to wear him down.
When he faltered her sword was just a quick flash. The head bounced thrice before stopping at Mitchell’s feet.
“I have defeated your Champion! Withdraw or meet the same fate!” Rose roared, every inch the victorious warrior, splattered with blood and soaked with sweat.
Rose stepped closer to her fellow humans.
“Fortuna, we need an exit for six,” Mitchell ordered quickly.
***
“Torchwood? You guys have an alien division?"
“How did you know their species? And their language? What was it you said, khalak pell casa kree salvak?”
“Your prowess with a sword was impressive, where did you learn?”
“Extrapolating and using blood to control the population? What technology were they using?"
Mickey and Jake shared amused grins as Rose was bombarded on all sides.
“Oi!” Rose halted the questions with an upraised hand and the edged smile she’d given the Sycorax before challenging him before answering their questions in a rush, “You’re not the only people in the alien business, we’ve met the Sycorax before and don’t repeat anything I said, an intensive and painful amount of time with a sadistic master and I don’t know. Now, we’re going home. It’s Christmas and my Mum will kill us if we miss dinner.”
“And she’s scarier than a Sycorax!” Mickey remarked loudly.
Jake nodded in complete agreement.
The three made a motion over their wrists and were gone.
Several cries of surprise and indignation followed their departure.
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A/N: Yes, I know DW says A-positive, but parallel world so O-positive.
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Date: 2008-01-04 04:34 am (UTC)I can see/hear O'Neill saying, "Sooo...ned?", having wandered into Jackson's office. He's putzing around with some artifact on the desk, too, drawing out the "sooo", and looks up at Daniel with that squinty-eyed dubious look on "ned?".
Ah-hah! You referenced a movie (300) which I haven't seen! It's the exception that proves the rule!
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Date: 2008-01-04 05:02 am (UTC)Heh. Jack=love. I'm in love with their dynamic.
Well, I don't think that it was a line from the movie but I was definitely influenced by it...all dramatic and stuff. Makes you want to start monologuing, maybe an aside if you have a sidekick.
And I usually end up watching the same movies a lot. Mostly because they'll show it on t.v. or because I actually own it and am driven by enough boredom to watch it. Again.
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Date: 2008-01-04 05:16 am (UTC)I can understand that. On the other hand, I can't think of a better way for The Doctor (or anyone else in the Whoverse) to express the sentiment without sounding disingenuous. But yeah, I get where you're coming from.
I *love* the dynamic among the team, but I particularly love that between Daniel and Jack. They are hilarious with each other, picking up and playing up to each others' idiosyncrasies. The moments of seasons 9 and 10 when Jack is back (particularly when it's just the two of them) make those eps so very much funnier. And don't even get me started on their scenes together when Daniel comes back in the white-sweater-of-ascendancy in season 6...
I've meant to see 300 (it could even be loosely considered "research" for my work), but I just haven't gotten around to it yet, a fact for which I'm kind of ashamed. I'll get to it soon, though, I'm sure. I too tend to watch the same movies over and over again, but that's mostly because if I know the movie well enough I can have it on while I work. If I haven't seen it yet, or haven't seen it enough to look away, I won't get any artwork done. I call them "my sewing movies" after the fact that I sewed while watching videos all the time, long before I was an artist for a living.
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Date: 2008-01-04 05:53 am (UTC)I particularly love that between Daniel and Jack.
Oh yes. The Daniel and Jack relationship, the bantering, the teasing, the needling and whining seriously makes my day. I love it, mostly 'cause it's how I act with my friends. We're (I'm) terrible.
300 was of interest to me because of my subject of study. And I recommend it whenever you can find that time (I know how hard that is) if only for the man-candy.
Even with movies I have seen, I can't have it on when I'm working because then I'd rather rewatch a movie then buckle down and get to work. *makes face* I'm easily distracted. But I'm jealous that you can work it out.
Hmm...are you getting a shrinking feeling...?
*feels tiny and squished*
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Date: 2008-01-04 06:33 am (UTC)I suppose a lot of us love the banter between teammates on SG1 because it reflects the way we interact with our friends. They know each other so well that they know just where to strike for the funny or the snark. It's witty bickering, which is just the best.
I'll definitely check out 300 soon. Hell, I've been researching Greek pottery and art for the last few months now, it's actually a bit silly that I haven't seen it yet. And true, the man-candy is also a draw.
(What is your subject of study?)
You know what? This is silly as well as squished.
Hello, my name is Bran.
I am going to friend you now.
("Hello, Bran.")
Because obviously we can talk.
And talk, and talk, and talk... ;)
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Date: 2008-01-04 07:56 am (UTC)And the SG banter thing. Although, sometimes it's just silly bantering which works too because no one can be witty all the time.
Oooh! Greek pottery. *squees a little bit* I've forgotten so much about that!
(History/Ancient Civilizations. Was rather gleeful when I heard about '300', loved learning about the Battle of Thermopylae.)
Silly and squished, yes. But also rather fun. In a twisted sort of way.
Hullo, Bran! I'm Cindy and I will now tag-friend you in return.
We can talk. I agree. Most people don't indulge me and respond when I continue to do so. *grins*
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Date: 2008-01-04 06:05 pm (UTC)Greek pottery makes me squee, too. Particularly Archaic Greek redware and the like; I was researching it for a constellation tattoo design for my arm (Orion, in case you were wondering), but now that a)I still have more room on the arm and b)I do pottery, among other things, for a living, I never really stopped reading about it. We actually went stalking some the last time I was in Maryland; there are a ton of museums in DC, obviously, but also a really great one in Baltimore. There I spent a stupid amount of time in the Ancient Civ wing, talking to Marcus Aurelius's bust (heh), mentally deconstructing Halic and Italic bronzework, and staring at pottery. It were awesome.
Riddle me this, Batman: Why do think, when there is a decent amount of research done on all the different groups constituting "Celts", books (and therefore classes) usually lump them all together into one group and spend a paragraph talking about how violent they were and how they got their asses handed to them by the Romans? It's kind of like that with all the "barbarians", really. I feel like I got shafted in my history classes, because I didn't learn about these cultures until I was out of school and doing my own research. < off soapbox now > ::grin::
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Date: 2008-01-05 04:21 am (UTC)History remembers the victors...mostly because victors write the history. So, the losers are termed "violent barbarians" to justify their actions, make it a "just war". And who wants to study the losers of a war? People usually concern themselves with the winners (emulation?). And that, Riddler is the answer to your little Riddle.
Besides, doing one's own research gives one such a wealth of information that school studies don't. Don't ya think?
*grin*
History is written by the winners, indeed.
Date: 2008-01-05 05:33 am (UTC)It seems like such a badly-thought-through thing, to regularly give short-shrift to those civilizations which lost, especially if that time was so very long ago. I get why the propaganda of the day made the Gauls out to be violent ruffians who deserved to be stomped on for not giving way to Roman rule. But it's nearly 2000 years later, and in most books Celtic anything is relegated to a paragraph or sidebar. Or, worse yet, they get lumped in with the Mongols and the Visigoths in some self-satisfied look at "Barbarians Through the Ages". I just feel like the statute of limitations has run out on being elitist about who won and who lost and whose story we tell. Especially at a point in time when we in America should really be taking a look at the history of Rome, because we seem to be attempting to repeat it.
K. I'm off my soapbox now. It just makes me a little bit crazy, that's all. And it's completely true that doing one's own research is way better than just relying on what one learned in school, but you have to want it, and I'm afraid most people don't.
But this is my pet frustration. I'm sure there are other people who have the same one about different time periods and places, too. Hell, once you scratch the surface you find out that a lot of the history taught in school is misleading and wrong. It's just what we've been taught.
And that, Batman, is why we have QI. (http://www.qi.com/) :)
(You have a Batman icon! squee!)
Re: History is written by the winners, indeed.
Date: 2008-01-05 07:58 am (UTC)Now, the Celts, or Visigoths, or Mongols (who were actually pretty cool) could have, for example: developed a functional form of rule but there won't be any interest in that or in their literature, their myths, their beliefs, etc. because the mentality is that "those things didn't make them win" so by default everything about them and their culture has loser-status. Which is just wrong.
And most people have this idealized picture of "times long gone" which really needs to be beat out of them. If it was that good it wouldn't have changed. I mean, the BC is pretty much where I hang my hat but I sure as hell wouldn't want to live there! Barbarian woman? Pretty much equals slave at best.
I am in total agreement with the idiocy of clumping together pretty much unrelated groups of peoples just because they lost. If the Celts or the Visigoths had completely taken over and established their own Empire you can bet we wouldn't be so hung up on the Romans. Hell we might not even have the system of government we have today.
Most people disregard history and it drives me nuts. I'm not so crazy-obsessed that I'll shove it down someone's throat or bash their brains in. But I like learning these sorts of things. It's definitely not boring. In fact, a lot of the stuff makes today's politics tame and polite by comparison! And people ask what use History is when compared to say, Chemistry or Biology. And I can't explain it well. But if we don't study it and we don't try, at least, to give our own rendering of our own history then what's the use? If scientists and their discoveries and failures hundreds of years ago hadn't gone down on paper and survived for others to read how many advances would have been lost?
Now I'm off my podium.
Or not.
And the crazy stuff isn't just in schools but some people have a completely crazy, skewed view of history from even 50 years ago. It's a murky lake to slip into [history] because there aren't facts and certainties because we rely on people to tell the "truth" as they know it or as they want us to know it. Which is why I thank the teachers and professors that urged me to question everything and House who will always serve as a reminder that 'everybody lies'.
And...yeah. *iz still geek*
(The Batman icon seemed appropriate. So I join in your squee!)
(The skinny line of text is getting ridiculous but it still makes me snicker)
"Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-05 11:51 pm (UTC)I find it frustrating that people can watch a sports team go from Super Bowl to 1 and 15 and get it, yet don't realize that cultures can do the same thing. "Winning" is a matter of circumstance, not some magical properties. History is an important field of study for that reason; the study of people and culture and what happened can only help to clear away the ideas that winners are always winners, losers are always losers, and that "the times long gone" are either good ol' days or bad ol' days. (They're just days.) If you learn anything about history, especially from first-hand sources, you find that it's a series of grey areas and variations and changes and people doing what people are always doing.
(The Mongols are pretty friggin awesome. I, too, love me some early-early time periods and AD "barbarian" cultures, but no matter how much I love their art there's no way in hell I'm living there, either. Which is why, I suppose, I appreciate doing early period reenactment and experimental archaeology stuff so much; I can know that it's not really the way it was, but can choose to swim within the context as I'm comfortable. The people who believe that the reenactments are true-to-life are, I'm afraid to say, barmy. As barmy as those who believe that the American 1950s were a bastion of peaceful home life and moral certitude. :))
I had one of those. He was a fantastic teacher. I was in my first semester of some pretty science-based study, and I came away from his paleontology class with an almost knee-jerk response to question everything.
"Everybody lies", though, I learned a year or two before when doing some translations of the Venerable Bede. He made all sorts of shit up so that the people on the British island would seem like Crazy Pants-wearing Freaks to the civilized empire. "Venerable", indeed.
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 03:50 am (UTC)It amuses me when people immediately take ancient writing at face value. As if the fact that they're ancient makes their sources more reliable, or something. People are people no matter what era they're in. All the bad, the good, the boring and everything else that's part of human nature. Thinking that someone didn't twist events to suit their own views or outright lie is rather naive.
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 04:04 am (UTC)I find the people who think ancient writing is beyond question are often the same people who rail that every single thing on the internet is a lie, as if all people who wrote on papyrus were above it all, but all people who write today are lying liars who lie. Neither is completely true; as with everything, it's not that simple. Its a grey area in between, so that you have to be careful when you judge things true or false and take various external factors into consideration.
Are we down to one letter per line, yet?
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 04:21 am (UTC)You and me both.
Most people live in the grey with occasional forays into the other two extremes. (EX: I just made dinner but I completely ignored the almost overflowing trashcan that needed to be dealt with. Yes I know, I'm lazy.)
I was afraid to check on the line status but I gathered by courage and faced the task with steady nerves. Answer: Nope. Still on the one word person line. Though we are nearing the end of the right side of the screen.
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 04:39 am (UTC)Yes, but also I think a lot of people don't realize that. I'm continually surprised by how many people blithely go along without any objective consideration of their actions or their thoughts.
I don't think it will go below one-word-per-line. On my browser, however, it just keeps adding more and more green to the right side. :)
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 04:51 am (UTC)It's a hard thing to do and there's a lot of responsibility/thought that goes into it. *shrug* It's easier and saves on a lot of guilt. And I'm definitely guilty of that particular sin.
Yep. Mine too. The left/right bar popped up and everything.
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 05:02 am (UTC)It's hard, but worth it. And while almost no one can do it all the time, I find that those who do have a more clear picture of where they are in the word.
"Blimey, those two can talk!"
Re: "Even babies lie, and the stars don't cry."
Date: 2008-01-06 05:14 am (UTC)I'm completely butchering the quote: "I just think it's better to have an idea than a belief. Beliefs are so much harder to change, people will die for them, kill for them."
So many people would rather stick with their set "truths" because it's comfortable than make changes and admit fault. And a big part of that is lying to yourself and ignoring stuff that's thrown in your face.
It's easier to blame others/outside sources than to hold yourself accountable for your actions. Though the latter, I think, bestows much more wisdom, maturity and happiness to a person.
"Blimey, those two can talk!"
We sure can! And a very pleasant conversation it is!