It's great to see more of this story - many thanks, CC!
One minor quibble (that I couldn't previously mention, without necro-ing a 2 year old thread), from the beginning of Chapter 1:
CaptainChewbacca wrote:... He stretched and moaned, his joints creaking in his old age. He felt all of his seventy years, he had seen quite a bit in his time. He stepped out onto the platform, squinting in the early morning desert light. There was a tall, distinguished looking man on the platform, undoubtedly the project director he was supposed to meet. "Doctor Langford, sir!" He called out over the engine noise. "I'm pleased to meet you."
Langford held out his hand and grinned. "And you too, Doctor Einstein. Welcome to Project Solomon."
Einstein was born 14 March 1879, so in 1939 he'd be 60, not 70. Perhaps this might help explain his unexpected spryness in the gate room..?
"Who ordered that..?!"
--I.I.Rabi, reaction to the discovery of the 'mu-meson' (err, ahem, lepton)
I just noticed this, and like it. Too bad you went with SG-1, though; I always liked the film storyline better (and its supposed continuation, although finding the books is a bitch these days). Ah, well; carry on!
"But there's no story past Episode VI, there's just no story. It's a certain story about Anakin Skywalker and once Anakin Skywalker dies, that's kind of the end of the story. There is no story about Luke Skywalker, I mean apart from the books."
Darth Hoth wrote:I just noticed this, and like it. Too bad you went with SG-1, though; I always liked the film storyline better (and its supposed continuation, although finding the books is a bitch these days). Ah, well; carry on!
I only have the 1 book set immediately after the movie, so I'm afraid I can't draw on much there. I'll try to blend it into the SG1-verse, but there's just so much more to work with that I'd be crazy to ignore it. Expect more story in a day or so.
Stuart: The only problem is, I'm losing track of which universe I'm in.
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
I like the pulp character mismatch, though. Although the only story I can think of that would merit an Astounding cover by the name "lost Pyramids of Mars" was a Stanley Weinbaum piece, and that was years before this...
I like the pulp character mismatch, though. Although the only story I can think of that would merit an Astounding cover by the name "lost Pyramids of Mars" was a Stanley Weinbaum piece, and that was years before this...
I honestly don't know if it's a real story or not, but it sounded like it could be.
FTR, don't expect anything like exacting historical accuracy in this. I'm blending 3 or 4 different fictional worlds with our own, so there's bound to be mistakes and there will likely be a good chunk of 'because I said so'.
Stuart: The only problem is, I'm losing track of which universe I'm in.
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
Bullets cracked off armor as bolts of raging hellfire streaked through the cramped corridor. It was hell on earth, though Private Brown mused from inside the turret of the Tiger they weren’t actually ON earth. Hunched over in the middle of the seating compartment, with a helmet fitting loosely over his frizzy hair, Albert Einstein was decidedly less thoughtful. He had been a pacifist all his life, but the chance to observe the inside of an otherworldly ship had been too tempting to pass up. He covered his ears, as the quad-mounted .50 caliber gun on the roof roared, mowing down the defending Jaffa.
Outside, Major Puller was in his element. From the moment they materialized in the cargo hold, the battle had been joined. The marines and Bra’tac’s jaffa advanced slowly down the corridors, using the armoured car for cover while laying down a withering fire at their rear. As they came to a corridor junction, suddenly they began taking fire from their flanks. Cursing, he started tossing grenades.
“Sir, they’ve got us pinned down on all sides!” Lieutenant Wethers called out over the din.
“Swell! Then we’ll kill them no matter which way we shoot!” He continued to pick off enemy jaffa, his bullets finding weak spots in the joints of their armor. Slowly but surely, the numbers of people shooting at the strike team diminished.
“JAFFA KREE!” Bra’tac and his men surged forward against the final position, engaging in a brutal hand-to-hand brawl. Skulls and bone shattered audibly as the not-quite-human warriors dealt each-other blows that would have floored an earthman. As quickly as it began, suddenly the air was calm. The humans and Jaffa looked around, in disbelief. The trail of bodies they had left outnumbered their own casualties by at least eight to one.
“Which way, Bra’tac?” Major Puller took a moment to light a cigarette. The near-identical nature of the golden corridors was confusing to him. Before Bra’tac could speak, a heavy bulkhead slammed down with a clang, sealing one of the corridors.
“I’m gonna guess that one.” Indy smirked as he reloaded his pistol.
“Indeed.” Bra’tac sighed. “Beyond that door is access to the engine room as well as the only path to the command level. We do not have the tools or the time to overcome this door. We must abandon your chariot and move quickly, down to the second under-level and across the ship.”
“Forgive me.” Albert’s head poked out of the door of the Tiger, and he gingerly stepped to the deck. “But I have found that when presented with a problem…” He gestured to the 61 mm mortar they had recovered from the remains of their camp in the temple, ‘it is best to look at it from a different angle.”
“Doc,” Puller took a puff on his cigarette. “I think you might be my favourite person on this planet.”
***
Ra’s personal bodyguard were nervous. Handpicked from his best forces, these were warriors who had been in the service of their god for over a century. And yet, in all that time, nothing so terrible had ever been on their god’s ship. Not even the deadly Ashrak were as implacable as the iron monster they now faced. “You will hold here.” Horus ordered them. “The bulkhead will stop them, and if they come around they will still have to come through you to get to our lord Ra. Your god demands your utmost this day.” He turned and raced up the corridor to heed his god.
“We live to serve!” The Jaffa bellowed. “Jaffa Kree!” They readied themselves, eyeing the corridors leading from the under-level. The silent minutes ticked by, and the Jaffa shifted nervously.
One Jaffa spoke up. “Perhaps we-” but nobody would ever continue his hypothesis, because at that moment the bulkhead splintered into a shower of firey splinters. Immediately following it, a hail of bullets and plasma whizzed through the smoke, cutting them down. The marines charged into the room, a few finishing off the still-moving with a quick bayonet thrust.
“Here we must divide our forces.” Bra’tac turned to Major Puller. “Your chariot will be able to navigate the route to engineering. My pupil, Teal’c, will guide you. He is trained in the control systems of the Goa’uld, and will be able to direct you.” He gestured to a hulking, dark-skinned Jaffa who merely inclined his head slightly.
“I will be honoured to lead your men, Major Puller.” Teal’c tightened his grip on his staff.
“Great.” Puller called out to his men. “Gage! You take the Tiger and your men with him. And Doctor?” He eyed Albert. “Please don’t get killed. I’m pretty sure I’ll catch hell if you do.”
The Tiger rumbled, turning down the ramp which would take them to the heart of the ship. “Come.” Teal’c and half the Jaffa tromped after it.
Corporal Johnson shook his head. “Taking orders from an alien, and a nigger too.”
“Hey.” Gage grabbed his arm. “From here on you take orders from me, not anyone else. And I take orders from whoever I like, I don’t care if its Charlie goddamn Chaplain, you’ll follow MY orders or I’ll shoot you myself, got that?” Then they rounded a corner and were out of site.
Major Puller smiled. He was going to have to write something good about Gage when they got back. A man was entitled to his opinions, he didn’t fault Johnson for that, but in life or death situations it was best to shut the hell up. “All right, Bra’tac, let’s go kill this bastard.”
***
*Command Deck*
“My Lord!” Horus shouted. “The intruders continue to advance. Some bear the mark of Apophis, but many wear strange emblems and have weapons I have never seen.”
Ra was furious. In a single hour his ship had been ruined and half his honour guard slain. The gall of a System Lord to attack him directly, and to send human slaves to do it. “This world is no longer safe for us.” He went to a table and picked up a disk with a glowing gem in the centre. “Take this to the surface, use my personal transporter. Abydos will know ultimate suffering for this betrayal.”
Horus took the bomb and bowed low. “I will return with honour, Lord.” He ran to a ring transporter and activated the controls.
Ignoring the flash of light, Ra opened a second case and removed a small piece of jewellery. Beautiful and deadly, he ran a finger over it’s red gem. He would deal with the intruders personally, as a god should.
Smoke and gunfire soon reached Ra, and he watched as his jackal guards were driven back into the room. Bullets and staff blasts criss-crossed the open space of the room, but Ra didn’t flinch. He strode to the end of the dais. “Hold!” He held out his hand, and the Jaffa suddenly stayed their weapons.
“Your time is at an end, false god!” Bra’tac shouted.
“And you, first prime, would kill me in service of your own god?” Ra laughed.
“I will kill you for myself, and for all Jaffa that we may be free of false gods!” Bra’tac brought up his staff and fired. Thunder and smoke bellowed, but the bolt simply glanced off a shield that shimmered around Ra. Ra’s bodyguard stood silently, in awe of their god’s power.
“Foolish Jaffa, to challenge your god’s authority is folly.” Ra raised a hand and the air in front of him shimmered as a bolt of rippling force shot from his hand. Bra’tac was lifted off his feet and slammed backward into the wall. Walking to a control panel, Ra worked the controls and the ship began to rumble. “We will leave this world, and you mortals will be tortured for my amusement for centuries.
“The hell we will! You ain’t my god, you sissy boy!” Major Puller raised his BAR and began spraying bullets. The rest of SMF-1 did as well, and for a few heartbeats Ra was hidden behind his shimmering shield. But then another shimmering wave flashed out, and the marines were struck down.
“You, human.” Ra pointed at Indy. At the edge of the blast, Indy was still conscious and on his knees. “You bear my mark.” Cloak billowing, Ra made his way towards him as the ship continued to shake and rise.
Indiana’s head was ringing, and his teeth felt like they were electric. His gun was useless, with only a single round left against the shield. He watched the alien ruler coming, and saw the cloak waver and brush a decorative column. A flash of inspiration, and his hand dropped to his waist, gripping the handle at his belt. Slowly, unsteadily, he rose to his feet. “Wait, my lord… I wish to give you a gift.” He said in the language of the Nagadans.
Ra was taken aback. “Me? What could you offer me that I would spare your life, human?”
“Kangaroo-hide.” With a rustling crack, the whip flashed out and struck Ra’s eye. The demigod cried out in pain and raised his hands to his face. Indy rushed in, putting his shoulder into Ra’s chest and bowling him back. He grabbed his wrist, and raising his M1917 revolver his fired it through the glowing bracelet at point blank range.
“What…” Ra crumpled on the floor in pain, delirious and in shock.
“It’s called a reformation. Get used to it.” Indy muttered as he ran over to Major Puller and his men who were slowly recovering, along with the Jaffa. “How you feeling, Major?”
“I feel like hell, Jones. Nice bit of work there.” Puller got to his feet. “Guess he wasn’t god after all.”
“They never are, Major. Trust me.” Indy looked around. “Am I crazy, or are we flying?”
“Yes, we are.” Bra’tac was conscious once more. “But Teal’c and the rest should have successfully taken the engine room right now, and we can land the ship without incident.”
“H…hardly…” Ra gasped. “You have defied your god, and for this you shall suffer.” He pressed a control on his waist.
“NO!” Bra’tac cried, and a flurry of staff blasts and bullets struck Ra, but it was too late. Alarms began blaring through the ship as the rumbling stopped.
“What happened? What was that?” Puller looked around.
“He has shut off the engines, Major. Every system on the ship is now dead, and we are falling back to the surface.”
“How long?”
“Mere minutes, I think. We are in high orbit.” Bra’tac studied the turning-horizon of Abydos through the window.
“Can we get out of here with those rings?” Indy picked up his hat and dusted it off.
“No human, we must get to the engine room and try to regain control of the ship.” The men all swayed as inertia and gravity began to re-align themselves as the ship’s ascent shifted to an arcing curve. Bra’tac looked at them. “And we must do it quickly.”
*Engineering Level*
Blaring alarms were the least of Teal’c’s concerns now. The hulk of the Tiger Tank stood smoking outside the doorway, its’ axels had finally been melted by the gunfire of the defending Jaffa. But, somehow the Jaffa and marines had battled their way into the engine room and secured it. Teal’c had been patiently explaining what he knew of the systems to Doctor Einstein, but the elderly human was flighty, flitting about from system to system.
“Mein gott, you can counteract inertia? Astounding! Artificial Gravity? I’ll have to re-check my cosmology.” Teal’c had been working his way through re-arranging the ship’s control crystals when suddenly the system went dark.
“What was that?” Einstein looked up from the now-dark display.
“Drive systems are offline, Albert Einstein.” Teal’c looked at his readouts. “It appears a master signal his disabled the engines. We are crashing.”
“Well we should stop that from happening, then.” The older man’s oddly detached reasoning mirrored the Jaffa’s.
“Indeed.” Teal’c opened a tray of dark control crystals. “There must be some way to re-engage the engines.” He began frantically swapping crystals around.
“Hmmm…” Einstein looked at the various panels. “If shutting down the engines was the intent, then it stands to reason that turning them back on would be the most difficult thing to do…”
“Perhaps, human. I must concentrate.” Teal’c tried to ignore the man.
“And if the engines are off, that means there is power which is not being used, yes?”
“Indeed.”
“Well why not use it?” Einstein opened another tray of crystals.
“What are you doing?!” Teal’c snapped.
“Gravity, my boy. Gravity and intertia. If we can adjust the ship’s effective mass and speed, we will have a much softer landing.” The older man motioned to the crystals.
“That is foolish, the impact would still destroy the hull.” Teal’c bent back over the engine systems and paused. “But if we divert power to the shields as well…”
“Yes, my boy!” Einstein clapped Teal’c on the shoulder. “See the idea in your mind and run with it!”
A clatter of booted feet stopped outside. “Doctor Einstein!” Major Puller shouted as he came in. “We’re crashing.”
“Ya, we know.” He handed Teal’c a crystal.
“Do you know what you are doing, Teal’c?” Bra’tac asked.
“We will find out shortly, Master Bra’tac.”
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Stuart: The only problem is, I'm losing track of which universe I'm in.
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
Also, the hypothetical thought of the US Marine Corp showing up with a Ha'tak, a Jewish scientist and a black man to mock Hitler from orbit amuses me for some reason.
I love learning. Teach me. I will listen. You know, if Christian dogma included a ten-foot tall Jesus walking around in battle armor and smashing retarded cultists with a gaint mace, I might just convert - Noble Ire on Jesus smashing Scientologists
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Captain of the MFS Frigate of Pizazz +2 vs. Douchebags - Est vicis pro nonnullus suscito vir
"Are you an idiot? What demand do you think there is for aircraft carriers that aren't government?" - Captain Chewbacca
"I keep my eighteen wives in wonderfully appointed villas by bringing the underwear of god to the heathens. They will come to know God through well protected goodies." - Gandalf
"There is no such thing as being too righteous to understand." - Darth Wong
Crazedwraith wrote:In the previous chapter you refer to Ra's First Prime as Horus. In this one as Herur. (Is he using his son from SG-1 Heru-ur as his first prime?)
Oops. Fixed that typo.
Edit: Oh and it looks like Abydos is going to go bye bye? Unless there is a force still left on Abydos to stop Herur's bomb.
Wait and see.
Stuart: The only problem is, I'm losing track of which universe I'm in.
You kinda look like Jesus. With a lightsaber.- Peregrin Toker
Satori wrote:Hey, 1939... Is Feynman available? cause if he is.....
i mean, a genius physicist, talented artist/musician, and master lockpick all in one..... who wouldn't want him?
Feynman is still a senior at MIT, and he hasn't started studying locksmithing yet because he hasn't gotten bored and decided to figure out how to crack the safes holding the secure files for the Manhattan Project yet.
He's good, but he's not quite ripe yet, if you see what I mean. Give him a few years.
CaptainChewbacca wrote:“Gravity, my boy. Gravity and intertia. If we can adjust the ship’s effective mass and speed, we will have a much softer landing.” The older man motioned to the crystals.
“That is foolish, the impact would still destroy the hull.” Teal’c bent back over the engine systems and paused. “But if we divert power to the shields as well…”
I don't know; if the ship were effectively inertialess, you could hit the ground like a falling bomb and nothing would happen.
Of course, that relies on the Jaffa being able to achieve total neutralization of inertia, and I don't really expect that.
I followed this story back when I was still a lurker, and I'm quite surprised and pleased that it is back on.
In fact, I'm so happy I got inspired to whip up some quick Shop Fu for this story. I'd have made it larger and less pseudo-sepia-like, but with my modest skills this was the only way I could make it so that it'd look half-decent.
Ilya Muromets wrote:I followed this story back when I was still a lurker, and I'm quite surprised and pleased that it is back on.
In fact, I'm so happy I got inspired to whip up some quick Shop Fu for this story. I'd have made it larger and less pseudo-sepia-like, but with my modest skills this was the only way I could make it so that it'd look half-decent.
snip awesome visual
I'm definitely detecting large quantities of WIN in this thread. I'm not sure how it can go up from here, unless the Jaffa join the USMC and storm the beaches of Normandy.
PRFYNAFBTFCP
Captain of the MFS Frigate of Pizazz +2 vs. Douchebags - Est vicis pro nonnullus suscito vir
"Are you an idiot? What demand do you think there is for aircraft carriers that aren't government?" - Captain Chewbacca
"I keep my eighteen wives in wonderfully appointed villas by bringing the underwear of god to the heathens. They will come to know God through well protected goodies." - Gandalf
"There is no such thing as being too righteous to understand." - Darth Wong
Ilya Muromets wrote:I followed this story back when I was still a lurker, and I'm quite surprised and pleased that it is back on.
In fact, I'm so happy I got inspired to whip up some quick Shop Fu for this story. I'd have made it larger and less pseudo-sepia-like, but with my modest skills this was the only way I could make it so that it'd look half-decent.
snip awesome visual
I'm definitely detecting large quantities of WIN in this thread. I'm not sure how it can go up from here, unless the Jaffa join the USMC and storm the beaches of Normandy.
That would be hilarious! Death gliders everywhere, lots of "Kree!" followed by "Mein Gott!!"
In all serious though great work on this fic Chewbacca I thought it was a whimsy but its got heart!
I also like that you didn't wuss out on the racial overtone and ignore the issue.
Indy makes a great surrogate O'neill for the quips. The door slamming shut followed by Indy's "Probably that one" had me rolling.
"Since when is "the west" a nation?"-Styphon "ACORN= Cobra obviously." AMT
This topic is... oh Village Idiot. Carry on then.--Havok
Themightytom wrote:
In all serious though great work on this fic Chewbacca I thought it was a whimsy but its got heart!
I also like that you didn't wuss out on the racial overtone and ignore the issue.
With a former Goa'uld system Lord partnered with the best and brightest of the 3rd Reich, I think race will be very important - especially if the Nazi's run into planets full of Untermensch.
PRFYNAFBTFCP
Captain of the MFS Frigate of Pizazz +2 vs. Douchebags - Est vicis pro nonnullus suscito vir
"Are you an idiot? What demand do you think there is for aircraft carriers that aren't government?" - Captain Chewbacca
"I keep my eighteen wives in wonderfully appointed villas by bringing the underwear of god to the heathens. They will come to know God through well protected goodies." - Gandalf
"There is no such thing as being too righteous to understand." - Darth Wong
CaptainChewbacca wrote:“Kangaroo-hide.” With a rustling crack, the whip flashed out and struck Ra’s eye. The demigod cried out in pain and raised his hands to his face. Indy rushed in, putting his shoulder into Ra’s chest and bowling him back. He grabbed his wrist, and raising his M1917 revolver his fired it through the glowing bracelet at point blank range.
Which contradicts:
... “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 ...
CaptainChewbacca wrote:Ah hell. That's what happens when you take a 16-month break. Sometimes Indy had a Webley, sometimes a colt.
Maybe he brought both? He's an action hero, and an achaeologist can never have too many guns.
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Captain of the MFS Frigate of Pizazz +2 vs. Douchebags - Est vicis pro nonnullus suscito vir
"Are you an idiot? What demand do you think there is for aircraft carriers that aren't government?" - Captain Chewbacca
"I keep my eighteen wives in wonderfully appointed villas by bringing the underwear of god to the heathens. They will come to know God through well protected goodies." - Gandalf
"There is no such thing as being too righteous to understand." - Darth Wong
Themightytom wrote:
In all serious though great work on this fic Chewbacca I thought it was a whimsy but its got heart!
I also like that you didn't wuss out on the racial overtone and ignore the issue.
With a former Goa'uld system Lord partnered with the best and brightest of the 3rd Reich, I think race will be very important - especially if the Nazi's run into planets full of Untermensch.
Which system lord? most off them wouldn'tt pass as an aryan.
We sure as hell can't have a women telling adolf what to do.
"Since when is "the west" a nation?"-Styphon "ACORN= Cobra obviously." AMT
This topic is... oh Village Idiot. Carry on then.--Havok
Seth is working with the Nazi. It's in an earlier Chapter. And if needed any goa'uld could simply take an new host that lived up to any needed Aryan qualifications but more likely they're not going to ask too many questions about the guy giving them friggen ray guns are they?
Themightytom wrote:
In all serious though great work on this fic Chewbacca I thought it was a whimsy but its got heart!
I also like that you didn't wuss out on the racial overtone and ignore the issue.
With a former Goa'uld system Lord partnered with the best and brightest of the 3rd Reich, I think race will be very important - especially if the Nazi's run into planets full of Untermensch.
Which system lord? most off them wouldn'tt pass as an aryan.
We sure as hell can't have a women telling adolf what to do.
Did you miss the part with Herr Set? He was all about fanatical followers, and I bet he can give the Furher some lessons.
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Captain of the MFS Frigate of Pizazz +2 vs. Douchebags - Est vicis pro nonnullus suscito vir
"Are you an idiot? What demand do you think there is for aircraft carriers that aren't government?" - Captain Chewbacca
"I keep my eighteen wives in wonderfully appointed villas by bringing the underwear of god to the heathens. They will come to know God through well protected goodies." - Gandalf
"There is no such thing as being too righteous to understand." - Darth Wong
Kodiak wrote:I'm definitely detecting large quantities of WIN in this thread. I'm not sure how it can go up from here, unless the Jaffa join the USMC and storm the beaches of Normandy.
