DrMckay wrote:I Dunno, The tenth season mythology seems awfully centered on Ancient Plot Device #13 (Sangraal, ) and the technobabbile is getting a bit tiresome. Maybe Indy's grail (If included at all,) would be the better choice, from a purley supernatural standpoint.
Or the Furlings made Indy's Grail. Heh.
Seems a bit of a moot point anyway, unless the story does go there
True... very true. But the idea of the Ark as an gift/weapon to the Jews from some culture is a fun one, you have to admit.
Well, one way you could interpret it would be that the whole Exodus story is actually a garbled story of the rebellion against the Goa'uld with the names and dates getting moved about for political reasons over a few thousand years. The Ark itself would be an Ancient/Asgard/whatever weapon granted to a Semitic tribe to help in the fight against the Goa'uld occupiers, but its use was forgotten until a clever guy named Moses came along and worked out how to use it, allowing his tribe to cut a swath of destruction through Palestine and set up their own little kingdom before a generation or two later the use (or at least safe use, we all saw what happened to the Nazis when they tried to use it) was once again forgotten.
As for the whole Grail, SanGrail thing, reconcile it by saying that the Grail was a form of the Ancient Healing device used by one of the last guys to Ascend, having stayed behind to try and clean up the results of being careless with his gifts earlier and a few thousand years of cultural drift. Mirdin's SanGrail would thus just be a cultural piggyback hundreds of years later to help convince Arthur and the others to accompany him on some rather long distance quests.
Also, anyone else find it amusing that CaptainChewbacca has posted twice and we're all going, "Ooh! What about Tesla?" or "What about the Ark and the Grail?" I'm sure whatever he decides to do will be awesome, seeing as he came up with this idea in the first place, but anyone else figure we speculators are getting ahead of ourselves?
Anyway, keep up the good work CaptainChewbacca!
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Chewie, if it wasn't a great idea, this wouldn't have us all so fired up Think of it: You've posted only 2 chapters, and you're already getting people with 'fan-fict' ideas!
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Also, anyone else find it amusing that CaptainChewbacca has posted twice and we're all going, "Ooh! What about Tesla?" or "What about the Ark and the Grail?" I'm sure whatever he decides to do will be awesome, seeing as he came up with this idea in the first place, but anyone else figure we speculators are getting ahead of ourselves?
I'm so pleased that the fic is getting this kind of response, and I at least read all the suggestions given. I'm not commenting on many of them, because there are several places where doing so would spoil key plot points, and I have a rough sketch of the next few years of the fic in my mind.
Besides, if you think this is bad, on SB.com my 2 chapters have 130 comments ranging from desires that I include the cast of the Mummy to the need for me to completely rewrite sections because they are 'wrong'. It seems to be the view of the internet that if Chuck Norris wrote scifi fanfic, it would be Stargate: 1939.
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The cast of the Mummy? Wasnt' the first one set in 1920s, the second 1930s? They would be the right age, wouldn't they?
Hell, if you've got someone working for "His Majesty", they could be over there, but not in America with the Stargate. Although it does explain the power of the two Books, as well as the Scorpion Bracelet and Am-Sheir.
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Worked out a quick OBAT for Chewie about the 1939 SGC
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I read through the SB thread, and Chewie has already shot down the O'Connels for the simple fact that Indie overshadows them all by a large margin, seeing as how he is already a rough amalgamation of Colonel O'Neil and Daniel Jackson from SG-1 anyway. Although, as was also mentioned, they could fit in with the British stealing the German DHD side story as the British try to figure out what it is that they snuck away from the Germans.
This also has some interesting implications for the war. Unless the Germans get some good intel on what the Americans are doing, then the months they have until WWII kicks off will probably not be enough for them to figure out the Gate and its function. But since they will probably figure it out faster than the Americans by whatever plot twist is figured out, then the Americans may find themselves drawn into the war early because of conflicts with the Nazis offworld over alien technology.
Plus, if the Nazis are smart, they'll start moving infrastructure offworld when Britian starts bombing their cities. While the gate is a logistical problem in terms of volume of material that can be moved through, it sure as hell beats having your factories blown up by Lancasters.
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If Chewie added Nicolai Motherfucking Tesla into this, I would favouritize every goddamn page.
Twice.
Also, I wonder- will the Nazis have an A-Team? What will it look like?
More thoughts - if you decide to submit to reader opinion all the time, this will become like the '30s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I submit the awesome Philip Marlowe, Raymond Chandler's totally awesome character who invented the pulp noir detective genre, and who is awesome. As long as you found a way to get an L.A. private detective into a Secret Government Team, I would have your babies. I'd find a way.
Well, a Nazi A-Team would probably have to include Otto Skorenzy. Too bad he can't get a Ha'tak in exchange for a backpack full of ginger though...
But yeah, Tesla with a Stargate would probably be a bad thing. You know that Ancient superweapon Anubis used to blow up Earth's gate? I bet you Tesla could scratch build one of those by accident More seriously, I could see him somehow turning a gate into a Tesla coil and frying a division of Jaffa, which would frankly be just fucking cool.
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He'd Be a good foil for Indy and the Gang, as well as being fun to write.
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The 'Holy Grail' found by Indy is obviously a refined form of the Healing Device located in South America, probably built by an Ancient who returned from Atlantis.
Tesla's normal science is scary enough; his 'death ray' would fry anything coming through the Gate rather horrifically if incoming wormholes triggered them going 'active' in the Gate Room. His energy transmission would be a leg-up in understanding the Gate, Rings, and Asgard teleporters.
Thankfully, the Abydos mission will not encounter Ra, I suspect, but the Cartouche and knowledge of the technology left there will be a big leg up for when they do run into him.
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Please please, remember that SG-verse Earth can only get away with what they do is because; At first everyone had bigger fish to fry. Then Earth got included in the protected planet's tready. Then the Go'auld had the replicators eat a lot of thier ships and the Jaffa rise up.
Sure, Stargate 1939 variant might be able to kick absolute ass but if they kick too much ass too fast they are going to find out the hard way why orbital bombardment is God's Smite button.
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Awww... that sucks Chewie. Ah well, at least now you know where you want to go with it.
Oh, and Nitram...
Academia Nut wrote:...saying that the Grail was a form of the Ancient Healing device...
*cough**cough*
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Since the power had gone out, the base had been a highly directed storm of barked orders and moving crates, and now Major Hanneken was reaping the whirlwind. Almost the entire base had needed to be rewired following the energy pulse when the gate deactivated, and the telegraph and wireless were still down, which was in some ways a blessing. Assembled in what was now known as the ‘Gate Room’ was perhaps the most heavily armed marine platoon in history, which the men had dubbed ‘Stargate Marine Force One”. The lack of communications was a blessing in that Hanneken was able to use his discretionary authority to send a force through, but that also meant he couldn’t in good conscience risk too much men and equipment on a mission they might not return from. Still, what Hanneken had put together would pack quite a punch.
Standing in front of the gate were three automatic rifle squads, with M1903s and M1918A2 browning automatic rifles shining lethally in the dim light. For a heavier hit, the force also included a machine gun squad with a .30caliber M1919. And, just to make sure they could smash whatever they met, Major Lewis ‘Chesty’ Puller, the commander of the base’s marine contingent and the military leader of the force, had cajoled Hanneken into adding a single 61mm mortar squad. The force also had a single M3 scout car with a gun mounted on it, but the most powerful (and strangest) part of the force were the pair of prototype Tucker Armored Cars, each of which sported a quad-mounted .50 caliber machine gun, which could be operated remotely from inside. Small and incredibly fast, they had been set for field trials nearby in the next few weeks. When Doctor Einstein had asked them why it was SMF-1, a young private matter-of-factly said “In case the first one gets killed, Sir.”
Indiana Jones was standing in the doorway, watching Doctor Einstein and the technicians making some final adjustments to the power systems to make sure there were no accidents. Some engineer had even cobbled together a mechanical dialer to make sure that they didn’t have to sacrifice two lives every time they turned on the infernal machine. “Doctor Jones?” A soft, female voice spoke from behind. He turned and exclaimed “Katherine!” He was surprised to see Katherine Langford, the Professor’s daughter and only nineteen years old. Since he joined Project Solomon there had been more than a few long dinner meetings at the Langford home, and Katherine had shown herself to be a proper hostess, as well as a keen intellect on matters of antiquity. She was also hopelessly smitten by Lieutenant Littlefield. “What are you doing here?”
She looked to be on the verge of tears. “Since the blackout, father didn’t see any point in lying to me. I came down to watch the rescue mission depart, and to be honest nobody has noticed me enough to realize I’m not supposed to be here.” She stared into his eyes, trembling “Do you think he’s still alive?”
Indy put a hand on her shoulder. “Sure I do. We know he was ok when we lost contact, and he’s in a safe enough place. He didn’t mention anything alive over there; he’s probably bored and taking a nap right now. Besides, Ernie’s the bravest kid I ever met, to go through like that. We’ll bring him back.”
Katherine reached for her neck. “I want you to give this to him.” She took off a golden necklace, and fastened it around his neck. Indy turned it over in his hand; it was a stylized Egyptian sun with the eye of Ra in the middle. “It brought me luck, and maybe it will bring you luck until you bring him back to me.” He nodded, and slowly walked to stand with the marines. The stargate was beginning to shake as it dialed; the proposed shock absorbers wouldn’t be ready for another week or so.
The seventh chevron locked into place, and the swirling vortex reappeared, bathing the room in a blue-white glow. “Wait, wait a minute please!” Doctor Einstein pushed his way through the marines holding a bulky piece of equipment. “I need to check the stabilization field!” He trotted up to the ramp and bent low, twisting some dials on the meter. Then he straightened, and tossed the device aside. He flashed a smile at the men in the room, and to a dozen shouts of “NO!” he hopped through the gate.
“SONOFA BITCH!” Major Puller yelled. “Alright, Marines! Let’s get through that gate before a motherloving brass band sneaks through! Squad A, double time march! Squad B, go!” He sent his men through one group at a time before following them in. The next to go were the vehicles, rumbling up the ramp one at a time. Professor Langford made as if to follow, but Indiana stopped him “Sorry, Professor. With Einstein on the other side, you’re the only expert on this thing left on the planet.”
“You’re goddamn right!” Major Hanneken yelled over the shaking. “Remember, Jones! You’ve got two radios. We’ll dial in twenty-four hours, and every twenty-four hours after that. If we don’t hear from you for three days, I’m going to stick that thing in a block of cement.” Indiana nodded, and walked up the ramp. He stopped at the event horizon, and played his hand along the field. It felt like sunlight across his hand, and then he stepped through.
For a moment, Indy thought he had ceased to exist, and then his universe exploded with sensation. He felt like he was simultaneously shredded, spun, compressed, and stretched across the universe. His body was flash-frozen and broiled, and he felt like a baseball bat had struck him firmly across his stomach while a larger implement struck him lower. He emerged from the other side, stumbling in the darkness. It was, he decided, worse than having a priest of Kali try and rip your heart out of your chest.
He moaned as the room spun. “Here, sir.” Strong arms lifted him to a sitting position, and he was handed a heavy container. “Most of us lost it coming in, nothing to be ashamed of.” Indiana obliged him by vomiting heavily into Ernest Littlefield’s abandoned helmet.
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Part 2 coming tomorrow!
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Xon wrote:Sure, Stargate 1939 variant might be able to kick absolute ass but if they kick too much ass too fast they are going to find out the hard way why orbital bombardment is God's Smite button.
So, Von Braun tries to launch a naquadah-tipped A11 at a Ha'Tak ... only to forget about the shield?
Academia Nut wrote:This also has some interesting implications for the war. Unless the Germans get some good intel on what the Americans are doing, then the months they have until WWII kicks off will probably not be enough for them to figure out the Gate and its function. But since they will probably figure it out faster than the Americans by whatever plot twist is figured out, then the Americans may find themselves drawn into the war early because of conflicts with the Nazis offworld over alien technology.
My only hope is that while we may have smart Nazis as a foil, that we don't get the wunderwaffe and that the might of US R&D will exceed their Germany counterparts.
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The 'Holy Grail' found by Indy is obviously a refined form of the Healing Device located in South America, probably built by an Ancient who returned from Atlantis.
Please. That's one thing I hated about SG-1 as it proceeded; they tried to turn everything into an ancient plot device that was conviently left behind by the Ancients.
It's the motherfucking holy grail and the motherfucking lost ark of the covenant. Nothing more needs to be said.
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The 'Holy Grail' found by Indy is obviously a refined form of the Healing Device located in South America, probably built by an Ancient who returned from Atlantis.
Please. That's one thing I hated about SG-1 as it proceeded; they tried to turn everything into an ancient plot device that was conviently left behind by the Ancients.
It's the motherfucking holy grail and the motherfucking lost ark of the covenant. Nothing more needs to be said.
Sadly, the Ancients existed, Jehovah did not, when it comes to Stargate. Sorry to burst your bubble. Move along.
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He tried to focus his eyes as he looked around. He was in a large stone chamber filled with columns. The stonework was reminiscent of the fourth and fifth dynasties, but some accents derived from the twelfth. The walls were clean and smooth, virtually untouched by time. “Is Doctor Einstein alright?” He swallowed some water from a canteen the private handed him.
“I’m fine, Henry.” A voice echoed through the chamber. “You must come out and see this.”
Unsteadily, Indiana wobbled to his feet and brushed frost crystals from the brim of his hat. He walked slowly to the source of the voice, and then threw up his hands as bright sunlight assaulted his eyes. He bowed his head, letting his hat protect him, as he walked out. As his eyes adjusted, he looked out and was dumbfounded. They were in the middle of an endless sea of dunes, beneath a crystal blue sky in which three moons could be plainly seen. Turning around, his mind swam again as he saw two massive obelisks jutting over a hundred feet into the air, and directly behind him the building he had just come out of was a massive pyramid, bigger than the Great Pyramid at Giza. What’s more, with the pyramid was still covered in white limestone and its golden cap was in place, it could have been finished yesterday.
And wonder, the two doctors began to walk down the ramp. At the top, one of the rifle squads was setting up a watch post, to secure the entrance and scan the horizon for ‘Martians.’ As they walked down, they saw Major Puller and the rest of SMF-1 setting up a base camp in the lee of the ramp, protected on three sides with some crude earthworks and the light machine gun guarding the only open approach. Puller was in rare form, calling out orders as he lent a hand in setting up the tent. “Freeman, you and Brown keep sweeping the perimeter- see if you can find any sign of Littlefield.” He nodded at the doctors “And you, Doctor Jones, take one of the radiomen and get back to the gate. I want us to re-establish contact within the hour, let them know we’re ok.”
“I need more time,” Indy insisted “There’s bound to be more structures here, traces of civilization…”
Puller raised an eyebrow “What are you trying to say?”
Indy pointed at the pyramid “Look at it! It’s an exact replica of the great pyramid of Giza. We’re not going to find any hieroglyphic or pictorial displays. We’ve got to expand our search…”
Major Puller exchanged a glance with Corporal Wethers, one of the armoured car drivers. He stepped closer to Indiana. “Your job is to re-align the star gate and get us back home. Can you do it or not?”
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t… or won’t?” The anger in Puller’s voice was almost visible.
“If they marked the co-ordinates on tablets back on Earth, there must be something like that here. I just have to find it.” Jones looked around. “Gotta be somewhere.”
“Find it!? That wasn’t the deal!” Lieutenant Wethers couldn’t contain his silence.
“Lieutenant, stow that lip.” Major Puller held up a hand.
“You lying son of a bitch!” Wethers shoved Jones hard and took another step, but stopped short as he found himself staring down the barrel of a Webley Mark IV that Jones had seemingly produced from nowhere.
“Lieutenant!” Puller shouted. “We’ll continue to make camp here and conduct sweeps of the surrounding area.
“But sir!”
“You have your orders.” The lieutenant glared at Jones, then turned and left. After a heavy pause, Puller returned to work as well.
*** Base Camp, unknown planet, two hours later
A hammer sailed through the air, and connected solidly with a tent spike. Lieutenant Wethers was stripped to his shirtsleeves under the hot sun, as the camp went up. Another marine, a private, shrugged. “I don’t see how it’s a big deal. If we don’t return soon, they’ll just turn the gate back on from the other side, won’t they?”
“Not a chance, Brown.” Wethers shook his head. “Hawthorne is locked down tight, and that contraption is a one-way door. A radio is one thing, but unless we turn it on here, we’re stuck.”
Indy came walking into the base camp, ignoring the hostile looks the marines were sending at him. He grabbed a chair and sat in the shade, pouring some water into a rag and wiping his brow.
“Excuse me, Doctor Jones?” Wethers walked over to him. Indy fixed him with a wary look. “Don’t you think you should be doing something?” The angry lieutenant picked up Indy’s duffel. “Like getting us the hell out of here?” He heaved the duffel, and Indy deflected it, sending it spilling over the edge of the next dune.
Indy sighed, and looked at him. Sometimes it was better not to rise to the baiting, but he had a feeling there was a mighty punch in Lieutenant Wethers’ future. He made his way down the back of the dune, and started scrambling for his books. They were scattered all over, and papers were blowing freely in the wind. He gathered them quickly, cursing both the U.S. Marine Corps and mysterious alien deserts. As he picked up the last book, he saw something in the sand that made his heart skip a beat. Deep set prints, walking around the next dune. He couldn’t believe it, and for a moment he considered going back and telling the others. That flight of sensibility soon left, and Indiana Jones followed the tracks.
Back at the camp, Major Puller came upon the men. “Where’s Doctor Jones?”
They exchanges smirks, and Wethers spoke “He dropped his stuff over the dune, sir, I think he went to go pick it up, Sir.” The smile soon vanished as Puller glowered at him. “We’ll go help him, Sir.” The men rose and saluted, scrambling over the top of the dune. The tumbled down to the slope, and saw loose papers blowing in the breeze, along with two sets of footprints, only one of which was human. Major Puller frowned at them, and turned back to the camp. “Squad B, on my position!”
Meanwhile, two dunes over, Indy reached another crest. He immediately dropped low, to avoid being seen. Below him, chewing on a patch of purplish desert scrub, was a large creature that looked like a cross between a buffalo and a mammoth. Slowly, and cautiously, Indy moved closer to the creature. Halfway down, the creature turned and saw him, and both of them froze. After a long moment, Indy took another step towards it, and the creature took a step back. They both froze again. Then, the creature took a step forward and Indy took a step back. They froze again.
Indy noticed something on the head of the creature; a harness. Laughing nervously, he reached inside his satchel and pulled out a Heshey bar. He peeled it, and held it out. “Hungry?”
With its great nostrils, the creature sniffed the air. Indy inched closer as the beast lowered its head. Slowly it moved closer to him, cautiously. Carefully, Indy lifted the bar, closer to the animal’s mouth.
Suddenly Major Puller and Squad B came over the top of the next dune, spotting Indy. Wethers and Swift lifed their weapons. “Don’t feed it!” Puller shouted.
Indy saw him, but ignored. The creature stuck out its massive tongue and licked the candy bar, and then Indy dropped it on the ground. It leaned down to pick it up with its teeth. Indy smiled, and moved closer, reaching out to pet it. A purring sound rumbled, and he smiled. It was as cute as hell. It nuzzled his arm. Indy turned back, yelling. “Its got a harness. Its domesticated, see?” He shook one of the reigns. Puller nodded, and signalled to the men to put down their weapons. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Indy continued to scratch it, but when he touched the creature’s ear, all hell broke loose.
The creature bellowed and reared up on its hind legs, kicking out the reins and knocking Indy to the ground. He rolled over and grabbed his hat, but as he did so the creature took off running, and the reins tangled around his leg stretched tight. Puller and the men lifted their weapons, but the creature was too fast, and both it and the Doctor were out of sight in an instant. Puller grabbed Wethers’ collar “Get one of the cars, and let’s go after it!”
Squad B raced over the sand to the top of the next dune, only in time to see it disappear over another hump of sand. The creature was FAST. They ran their hardest, chasing their wayward Doctor across the landscape. Indiana, meanwhile, was in a flaming blizzard of sand. He bounced and bumped across the coarse sand, abrading his whole body. He kept his eyes shut tightly, to keep the grit out, and prayed the thing wasn’t a marathoner.
Fifteen minutes later, coming over yet another dune, the squad found Doctor Jones lying in a heap, with the creature standing over him. They kept their weapons trained on it as they approached from a distance. Indy spat out a mouthful of sand as the creature began to lick his face. “Yeeesh! Get your stinking breath away from me.” Another lick. “Someone help me!”
Finally, the men arrived, but to his surprise they passed right by him, lowering their guns. Private Brown, still breathing hard from the run, gasped. “Holy Jesus!” Indy finished spitting out sand and stood, walking to the top and finally seeing what they saw.
It was a scene out of hell. Thousands of dark skinned people filled the dune valleys below. Humans, like on Earth, but seemingly out of place and time. At the base of the huge dunes he saw gigantic mining pits; dark cavities in the sand. Dozens of ladders protruded out of the dark pits up the sides of the dunes. Covered with thick mud, their faces barely recognizable as human, dozens of workers climbed the ladders carrying heavy loads on their backs. At the top of the sand craters were women and younger workers, small children, sifting through the piles of dirt carried out of the pit. More of those large creatures were harnessed to huge carts, to carry the worker’s cargo.
As they watched, a tucker car rolled up and Doctor Einstein and Lieutenant Wethers got out. They, too, were captivated by the sight of a massive slave mine. Major Puller surveyed the scene through his binoculars, and suddenly one of the workers turned and looked directly AT him. He pointed and shouted, and others started to look. “Ah hell.” Cries went up, and the workers put aside their tools to gather at the hillsides.
Reacting, Private Brown began to lift his rifle, but Puller grabbed the barrel and shook his head. He signalled for the others to follow him, as he walked slowly down the hill. As they came down, the people grew quiet, almost reverent. The team cautiously made their way down the sloping hillside in the tense silence. Wind whistling through the hollow pits. The creature followed Indiana closely as they headed down the hill.
Thousands of workers stood as one, all staring over at the squad as they arrived just a few yards in front of the assembled crowd. Nervously the marines smiled out at the workers who stared at them with a mixture of awe and fear. Major Puller elbowed Indy, and spoke under his breath. “Okay, Jones. It’s your turn.”
Indy looked at Puller. “Me?”
“Sure, you’re the expert, Try and talk to them.”
Indiana had no idea what to do. Slowly he walked over, wearing a forced smile for the crowd. He stepped up close to a muddy worker. “Ah… hello.” The worker looked at him with curiosity. Suddenly a flash of reflected light glinted off of the necklace around his neck. The worker’s eyes widened, and he screamed something out, frightening our squad. All at once, the entire assembly in a wave-like chain reaction bowed down, flat, on the ground.
Lieutenant Wethers whispered to Puller. “What did he say?”
Puller shook his head. “I don’t know.”
They take a few steps closer to Indy “What the hell did you tell them, Jones?”
Indy turns back to Puller, nervous and confused. “Nothing.”
“Well, try to communicate.”
“HOW?!” Indy threw his hands up. He spoke a dozen languages, but alien gibberish wasn’t one of them.
Frustrated Puller stepped forward. He singled out one of the workers, a young boy that looked about sixteen. The boy was absolutely terrified, and averted his eyes. Puller extended his hand, but the boy only looked at it with mounting fright. Finally, Puller grabbed the boy’s hand, shaking it.
The boy screamed out in fear and bolted, faster than the creature had, until he disappeared from view. Puller turned to Jones, confused. “So much for communication.” Indy shrugged.
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Wait a second - a british secret agent named James. If you interprate "cold war exploits" as being in the 50s-early 60s, and depending on who you used (Brosnan was in his late 40s, early 50s IIRC), the math could work - he would just have to be a very young agent at the time.
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I loved the homages and almost identical progression to the original film. But of course, without the Eye of Ra on them, well, things are going to get interesting, methinks...
Think of it: You've posted only 2 chapters, and you're already getting people with 'fan-fict' ideas!
