Storm Front, by Tielan (PG-13)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Crossover
Categories: Jack, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, Dixon, drama, team, angst, apocafic, AU
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:tielan
Author's Website: tielan at AO3
Link: Storm Front
Why This Must Be Read: Out of necessity, this is a mystery crossover. What makes it so gripping is the characterization: Jack as the competent, intelligent general of the SGC, his rapport and trust in his people (especially Sam), the reactions of the various characters, and the realistic fusion of SG-1 with a certain movie series that you needn't have actually watched (I haven't, personally) in order to recognize. Great apocafic, and a really good read.
“Sir,” she glanced quickly at Jack. “With your leave. Sergeant,” she addressed one of the Gateroom techs, “Are the systems disconnected?”
“Yes, ma’am, all of them.”
“Including the base self-destruct?”
The sergeant blinked. “Well, no, ma’am. I mean Corporal Tyson is down in that section of the base...”
Carter turned to Jack, her expression tense. “Sir, request four authorised personnel to manually deactivate the self-destruct.”
Dixon frowned, “But it only takes two to--”
“Redundancy, sir,” Carter told him. “Two to deactivate and another two as backup.”
Backup for a task that should have been fairly standard. Jack saw the expressions of people as it began to dawn on them just how dire this situation really was. Hell, he was beginning to realise just how dire things were: and he only had Carter’s word on it.
But he picked out four officers from the group. “Authorised. Dixon, Brennan, Reese, and Karovic.”
“Should we arm?” Colonel Tony Brennan asked.
Carter shook her head. “No. But disarming it with the codes may not be enough. You may have to do a manual disarm - yank the wires from the socket, pull the plug... Do any of you have experience with bomb activation and deactivation?”
Both Dixon and Karovic raised their hands. “Good.” She offered Dixon the gloves she’d carried in - thick-palmed welder’s gloves. “It might be a good idea to use these, too, sir. Take every precaution.”
Dixon took them with an arched brow but only said, “And you’ll explain later?”
“Yes.”
He gave her a very direct, grim look. “You’d better.”
Categories: Jack, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, Dixon, drama, team, angst, apocafic, AU
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
tielanAuthor's Website: tielan at AO3
Link: Storm Front
Why This Must Be Read: Out of necessity, this is a mystery crossover. What makes it so gripping is the characterization: Jack as the competent, intelligent general of the SGC, his rapport and trust in his people (especially Sam), the reactions of the various characters, and the realistic fusion of SG-1 with a certain movie series that you needn't have actually watched (I haven't, personally) in order to recognize. Great apocafic, and a really good read.
“Sir,” she glanced quickly at Jack. “With your leave. Sergeant,” she addressed one of the Gateroom techs, “Are the systems disconnected?”
“Yes, ma’am, all of them.”
“Including the base self-destruct?”
The sergeant blinked. “Well, no, ma’am. I mean Corporal Tyson is down in that section of the base...”
Carter turned to Jack, her expression tense. “Sir, request four authorised personnel to manually deactivate the self-destruct.”
Dixon frowned, “But it only takes two to--”
“Redundancy, sir,” Carter told him. “Two to deactivate and another two as backup.”
Backup for a task that should have been fairly standard. Jack saw the expressions of people as it began to dawn on them just how dire this situation really was. Hell, he was beginning to realise just how dire things were: and he only had Carter’s word on it.
But he picked out four officers from the group. “Authorised. Dixon, Brennan, Reese, and Karovic.”
“Should we arm?” Colonel Tony Brennan asked.
Carter shook her head. “No. But disarming it with the codes may not be enough. You may have to do a manual disarm - yank the wires from the socket, pull the plug... Do any of you have experience with bomb activation and deactivation?”
Both Dixon and Karovic raised their hands. “Good.” She offered Dixon the gloves she’d carried in - thick-palmed welder’s gloves. “It might be a good idea to use these, too, sir. Take every precaution.”
Dixon took them with an arched brow but only said, “And you’ll explain later?”
“Yes.”
He gave her a very direct, grim look. “You’d better.”
