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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Episode related
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, SGA, gen, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, team
Warnings: rating assigned by reccer due to strong language
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synecdochic
Author's Website: venus in furs
Link: City on the Edge of Forever
Why This Must Be Read: Yes, this is Fig Newton reccing an SGA story!
No, you have not accidentally stumbled into an alternate universe. :)
Synecdochic presents us with a delightful alternative to the premiere of SGA: one in which the characters actually think before they act. Weeks of planning precede the opening of the Stargate on Earth, with actual rehearsals so that no time is wasted when the precious ZPM is being drained. Decisions are made with logic and logistics in mind. These are characters that the reader can respect as truly representing the "best and brightest" that the Tau'ri would send to represent the Earth in a different galaxy.
This was clearly written with a great deal of love and respect for the show and the characters.. I've never gotten into SGA myself; aside from Pegasus Project, my sole exposure to the show is the first 20 minutes of Rising. But if the storyline had gone like this... well, read it and see for yourself!
Thirty-eight minutes worth of time to transport things in, maximum. Less if their ZPM was drained of power too quickly, partway through the transfer. She tore up her lists, made new ones. Then tore up those and started again. First she exceeded her budget, then she obliterated it. General O'Neill watched with bemusement and no small amount of respect in his eyes as she bullied everyone into drill after drill, taking people and equipment through the Gate to the Alpha site over and over again, until seconds saved turned into minutes saved.
She argued (hard) and won (barely) access to five of the six Asgard mass-cancellation devices the SGC had for study; they used them on the heaviest pallets, so they could be handled by only one person. She begged, borrowed, and stole every spare pair of hands in the SGC, not to join the expedition but to help in the line of goods up the ramp and through the Gate. She built plans for every contingency, from arriving in a tiny room with little to no storage space all the way down to arriving outside on a broad open plain with plenty of storage but absolutely no traction for the pallets' wheels.
By zero hour, they'd gotten the transfer of people and vital materials down to eighteen minutes and thirty-one seconds at their optimal time, with the remaining time open for a bucket-brigade transfer of not-necessary-but-useful goods thrown through the open Gate after them until it ran out of power and disengaged. She fought, tooth and nail, with Colonel Sumner until he grudgingly agreed that his Marines could haul goods with them before fanning out to secure the area. In her secret heart of hearts, she hoped -- prayed -- for an uninhabited world on the other side, one that they could explore and claim and make their own, but she picked the cultural specialist Dr. Jackson spoke most highly of and put her in the first wave, in case they needed to talk their way out of a sticky situation.
They were as ready as they were going to be.
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, SGA, gen, Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, team
Warnings: rating assigned by reccer due to strong language
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor's Website: venus in furs
Link: City on the Edge of Forever
Why This Must Be Read: Yes, this is Fig Newton reccing an SGA story!
No, you have not accidentally stumbled into an alternate universe. :)
Synecdochic presents us with a delightful alternative to the premiere of SGA: one in which the characters actually think before they act. Weeks of planning precede the opening of the Stargate on Earth, with actual rehearsals so that no time is wasted when the precious ZPM is being drained. Decisions are made with logic and logistics in mind. These are characters that the reader can respect as truly representing the "best and brightest" that the Tau'ri would send to represent the Earth in a different galaxy.
This was clearly written with a great deal of love and respect for the show and the characters.. I've never gotten into SGA myself; aside from Pegasus Project, my sole exposure to the show is the first 20 minutes of Rising. But if the storyline had gone like this... well, read it and see for yourself!
Thirty-eight minutes worth of time to transport things in, maximum. Less if their ZPM was drained of power too quickly, partway through the transfer. She tore up her lists, made new ones. Then tore up those and started again. First she exceeded her budget, then she obliterated it. General O'Neill watched with bemusement and no small amount of respect in his eyes as she bullied everyone into drill after drill, taking people and equipment through the Gate to the Alpha site over and over again, until seconds saved turned into minutes saved.
She argued (hard) and won (barely) access to five of the six Asgard mass-cancellation devices the SGC had for study; they used them on the heaviest pallets, so they could be handled by only one person. She begged, borrowed, and stole every spare pair of hands in the SGC, not to join the expedition but to help in the line of goods up the ramp and through the Gate. She built plans for every contingency, from arriving in a tiny room with little to no storage space all the way down to arriving outside on a broad open plain with plenty of storage but absolutely no traction for the pallets' wheels.
By zero hour, they'd gotten the transfer of people and vital materials down to eighteen minutes and thirty-one seconds at their optimal time, with the remaining time open for a bucket-brigade transfer of not-necessary-but-useful goods thrown through the open Gate after them until it ran out of power and disengaged. She fought, tooth and nail, with Colonel Sumner until he grudgingly agreed that his Marines could haul goods with them before fanning out to secure the area. In her secret heart of hearts, she hoped -- prayed -- for an uninhabited world on the other side, one that they could explore and claim and make their own, but she picked the cultural specialist Dr. Jackson spoke most highly of and put her in the first wave, in case they needed to talk their way out of a sticky situation.
They were as ready as they were going to be.
