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The Inheritors

The Inheritors is back from first edits and will go to MGM this week for approval. So let's play the character game! Pick a character, and I'll give you a little snippet of what they're up to in The Inheritors!



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Nov. 25th, 2012 01:49 pm (UTC)
I'd like to see something with Darling, please!
Nov. 25th, 2012 01:59 pm (UTC)
A small look at Darling!

Aboard Just Fortune, Teyla paced the width of the queen's quarters and back again, able to indulge herself with no one watching. Perssen and Thessen were in the inner room with Darling, the three of them playing at a three-handed board game that had been popular among Steelflower's blades. Teyla had no patience for games at the best of times, but she was grateful that it kept them busy. The third human, Erach, seemed to be sleeping, to judge from the faint snores that blended with the sound of the ventilators.
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Nov. 25th, 2012 01:53 pm (UTC)
Rodney please!
Nov. 25th, 2012 02:01 pm (UTC)
Rodney for you!


Zelenka's voice sounded in his ear, as close as telepathy, and Rodney straightened, scowling even though he couldn't be seen. "Yes, what? I'm busy."

"Sorry." Zelenka didn't sound particularly regretful. "You're needed in the control room. Immediately."

"Would you like to tell me why?" Rodney was working as he talking, putting his laptop to sleep and shrugging into his jacket. "Or at least whether we're being invaded?"
Nov. 25th, 2012 01:54 pm (UTC)
Ember please!
Nov. 25th, 2012 02:02 pm (UTC)
Ember it is!

Blackiron hesitated again, his thoughts close-held, unreadable. Ember watched him, a thread of fear winding through him.

*What is it?*

*Nothing, I think.* Blackiron's tone was less certain even than the wavering words, and Ember frowned.

*Even so, if it disturbs you -- a burden shared is a burden eased.*

*So they say.* Blackiron turned abruptly. *I will show you something, but -- I'll deny it came from me.*

Ember suppressed a shudder. *I'll follow.*
Nov. 25th, 2012 02:29 pm (UTC)
Bronze please. :)
Nov. 25th, 2012 03:06 pm (UTC)
The forward guns of Promised Return were charging, nearly ready to fire. Thorn stood at Waterlight's elbow, disapproving but silent, always at her back whether he disagreed or not, ready to guard her.

Bronze looked back from the weapons console, his face all keen elation.

Waterlight lifted her chin, visuals from her ship playing before her eyes with the touch of her fingers on the interfaces -- the faltering vessel of She Who Carries Many Things locked in a fatal dance with Queen Death's ship and one of her cruisers, the swarm of Darts and other ships around.

"You may fire as you wish," Waterlight said.
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Nov. 25th, 2012 03:27 pm (UTC)
Teyla for you!

Rodney put his hands in his pockets as the door slid open, bars parting as she stepped through. "What, you're going to interrogate me now?"

"Yes," Teyla said. She stopped a few feet from him, aware that if he were Death's agent this would be the point of no return, the moment at which the deception would be done and he would have nothing to lose. "Rodney, we must know if you are telling the truth or not. If you are, you have nothing to fear. And if you are not...."

He gave her a lopsided smile that was very Rodney. "If I'm not, then you're going to kill me?"

"If you are not, you will remain in custody until this is over," Teyla said firmly. "And then we will find a way to return you fully to yourself." She took a step closer, aware of John just behind her, of the way his hand moved involuntarily to his pistol. Would he shoot Rodney if he resisted? He should not have to.

She raised her right hand, the palm crossed with the healing scar from the handmouth, the gesture of a Wraith queen who expected obedience, and she bent her will to him. *Rodney,* she said with her mind voice, *there is no choice. You will do as I ask.*
Nov. 25th, 2012 03:20 pm (UTC)
Radek or Lorne please. I'll leave it to you to choose.

Nov. 25th, 2012 03:43 pm (UTC)
Lorne for you then, since there's already a piece with Radek up.

Lorne's fingers tightened in the connective gel as he watched the ships wheel in the tactical display. The Hammond was trying to recover her 302s, but the big cruiser was pushing her hard. He felt a flicker of reaction, almost a wince, from the ship, and consciously relaxed his grip. Hammond needed a distraction, and he brought the Pride of the Genii up and around, trying to get a better shot at either of the cruisers pushing the Hammond.

"Port batteries, fire if you get a shot," he said, and vaguely heard the acknowledgement. His world narrowed to lines of force, patterns in the deadly dance; he rolled the Pride as though she were a 302, stars spinning in the main screen, and came up behind and beneath one of the smaller cruiser.
Nov. 25th, 2012 05:35 pm (UTC)
John, please.
Nov. 25th, 2012 07:30 pm (UTC)
In which John has an idea to get out of a no-win situation!

John bit his lip. There had to be another way, something that didn't mean destroying the city, or sitting down to the same long siege that had nearly destroyed the Ancients.... "General," he said. "We launch the city."

There was another moment of silence, everyone staring at him, and finally O'Neill said, "Go on."

"Look." John took a breath, trying to order his tumbling thoughts. "Atlantis was designed to fly, designed to go into hyperspace, and it's a hell of a weapons platform. We've got enough drones to make this work. When Queen Death's fleet gets here, we lift the city and use it as our mothership. If Todd joins us, great, we can kick Death's ass. If he doesn't -- well, we've got the option of taking the city into hyperspace and getting the hell out of here, so we can fight another day."
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Nov. 25th, 2012 06:23 pm (UTC)
How about John and Teyla (together, not separately)?
Nov. 25th, 2012 07:36 pm (UTC)
And a moment when they must trust each other....

John was waiting for her just outside, four Marines on guard at the entrance to the brig, two looking outward and two inward. Through the door she could see Rodney pacing the cell, an expression of intense irritation on his face.

"Why is Rodney in the brig?" she demanded.

John looked harried. "Rodney stole Hyperion's weapon," he said shortly. "He said he wanted to keep it safe. He says he told us where he put it, but when we looked it wasn't there. So either somebody found it and stole it, or...."

"Or Rodney is lying," Teyla said. "And he is Queen Death's agent." It was clear in an instant how that might be. And why.

John nodded grimly. "I need you to find out which it is. Can you get in his head?"
Nov. 25th, 2012 07:20 pm (UTC)
Bonewhite for me please? ^_^
Nov. 25th, 2012 08:20 pm (UTC)
Bonewhite -- with bonus Ember!

The main screen lit abruptly, and Bonewhite bared teeth as the cleverman on duty adjusted the system to receive the signal. Ember could feel the tension in the chamber, each one of the waiting blades eager to find out their fate. How soon would they reach Atlantis, how soon would they face Death? He let his gaze slide from one man to the next, trying to read their loyalty in the set of their shoulders, the way they held their hands and head, but he could see nothing more than the general wariness.

"Commander," Bonewhite said, and Guide's face appeared in the screen. Behind him was a fuzzy image of Atlantis's control room, a double handful of humans vague shapes in the background. Hairy stood at his shoulder, looking less than happy, and another gray-haired human stood behind him, frowning slightly, his eyes narrowed as though he looked into a bright light or a great distance. Ember had never seen him before, but didn't dare draw attention to himself by asking.
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Nov. 25th, 2012 07:51 pm (UTC)
How about Cadman? I like her red-headed spunkiness! :)
Nov. 25th, 2012 08:29 pm (UTC)
Laura Cadman, doing the footwork with the Genii!

Laura Cadman glanced around the compartment the Genii had designated as the place to serve meals -- very possibly it had served the same purpose on the Ancient ship, given the long counter along the far wall, though she had always somehow imagined that the Ancients were above mundane things like meals. They'd been people, though, or so she understood. They'd Ascended, yes, and left all that behind, but they'd been people once, and had needed starships and mess halls and ordinary things. And cities. Like Atlantis.

She couldn't help smiling a little at that thought, in spite of everything. She'd done her tour there, and never thought she'd get to come back, and now here she was again, off on another crazy stunt. She glanced over her shoulder at her team, seated around one of the unsteady square tables, a mix of MREs and local food spread out in front of them. Yeah, it looked like Hernandez had traded all of his for a bowl of the Genii stew -- which looked like the posole she'd had when she was stationed at Area 51, though the smell was sweet rather than spicy -- and, equally typically, Johnson was eating only the mac-and-cheese and the dessert. He was pickier than McKay on a bad day, and that was saying something. They looked good, relaxed and ready, and she turned her attention back to the row of urns.

The Genii didn't use paper or plastic, but thin unglazed pottery that the new archeologist said could be re-worked as soon as it was broken. She picked up a cup and held it under the spigot that seemed to produce something that would pass for tea. It was hot, at least, and smelled a lot like her grandmother's Russian Caravan Tea in the shiny red-and-gold tin, and for just an instant she was overwhelmed by the image, the family at Thanksgiving all hanging out by the television for the big games, and Grandma making mug after mug of smoky tea because Uncle Bill wasn't drinking beer any more....
Nov. 25th, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
Queen Death or if you can something with Queen Death and Teyla together????? Pretty please :)
Nov. 25th, 2012 09:17 pm (UTC)
Queen Death and Teyla!

They scrambled back down the corridor, Teyla dropping back to cover them. Behind, the door of the control room opened, and she felt as clearly as if she'd seen -- Queen Death and four of her blades. She would handle this personally. The arrival of another queen on her hive was a challenge old as the Wraith themselves. A more prudent queen might have waited or sent only her men, but Queen Death was hotheaded and angry. She did not stop to think. Or perhaps she was only too used to having her own way.

*This way!* Waterlight had retreated into the first room, the outer hall of the zenana, deserted now during the battle, a little table on its side, the game pieces scattered across the floor. Bronze looked around the door, the pike in his hands. Their fear was almost palpable.

That would not work, Teyla thought. They would retreat until they reached a door that would not open. Fortunately, Death was so focused on the young queen that she would not expect--
Nov. 25th, 2012 08:58 pm (UTC)
How about something about Eva? :)
Nov. 25th, 2012 09:46 pm (UTC)
Eva for you! In which Eva takes on a mission....

There was an instant babble of response, at least four voices clamoring to be chosen, and Teyla's heart swelled. That was the thing she had grown to love about the people of Earth, or at least these Earth people, the ones who had walked through a gate knowing they would not return unless they found their own power source on the far side. They were a people for risks, for gambles, in a way that the people of Pegasus could not afford to be, Culled as they had been for millennia. She sorted out the voices -- Coleman, one of the line cooks, on duty now with the other airmen protecting the lower floors of the central tower; Dr. Majeski, who blushed and stammered and knew more about the city's use of gamma radiation than any man alive; Eva Robinson, her voice cutting through the babble. Woolsey's eyes flicked closed for an instant.

"Dr. Robinson," he said. "If you'd join the party in the jumper bay. And thank you."

Teyla nodded. Eva was the one who could best be spared. She fastened her tac vest, and started for the bay herself.
Nov. 25th, 2012 10:43 pm (UTC)
Ronon please

Nov. 26th, 2012 10:03 am (UTC)
Ronon for you!

"All right, move out," John said. The others headed out, Lorne still leaning on a cane but managing a brisk pace despite it.

"So what's this thing we're looking for?" Ronon said.

John's face went suddenly closed. "Just find it, okay? It's about so big, made of naquadah, looks like some kind of scepter or club."

"I heard that the first time," Ronon said. He waited a moment. "So what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing you need to know."

"You sure?"
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Nov. 25th, 2012 10:47 pm (UTC)
I'd like to ask about Elizabeth. *evil grin*

But I shall ask for Keller.
Nov. 26th, 2012 10:59 am (UTC)
Well, you can't have Elizabeth, as that's way too spoilery! :) But here's Jennifer, and the beginning of an unusual scene...

"What can I do for you?" Jennifer said as Daniel Jackson stuck his head diffidently into her office.

"Actually, I just figured I might not be in the way down here," Daniel said. "Everyone's pretty busy, and I always find it hard to nap when we're about to have a space battle."

"Me, too," Jennifer said. "I probably ought to get some sleep, because I expect we'll have casualties coming in later, but ..." She shook her head. "Want some coffee?"

"Please," Daniel said. He took the cup she handed him and hovered politely behind the visitors' chair.
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Nov. 25th, 2012 11:42 pm (UTC)
john & teyla...they count as one, right? :)
Nov. 26th, 2012 11:12 am (UTC)
Just for you! MWAH!

Supposedly, it was a day of rest, and the morning stretched before Teyla invitingly empty. She cradled her coffee mug in her hands, her elbows resting on the railing of the balcony, looking out at sea and clear skies. It was warm enough that she was comfortable in a light jacket. This passed for a beautiful spring day here, on their new world, and she could not say it was otherwise.

The doors slid open and John came out, his sweatshirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a mug in his hands. "I thought I'd find you out here," he said.

"I am enjoying the sunshine," she said, tilting her face up to the light, feeling it warm on her own skin.
Nov. 25th, 2012 11:49 pm (UTC)
No one has asked, yet, so I shall, Guide, if you wouldn't mind?
Nov. 26th, 2012 11:15 am (UTC)
Ok! You get the shit hitting the fan, as Woolsey's two allies finally run into one another....

Ladon checked abruptly, seeing what waited. Wraith, warrior and queen, both with teeth bared in shock, the warrior starting to his feet, his body already half in front of the queen's.

"You cannot be serious --"

"Mr. Radim's man, here, has come at great personal risk to inform us that Queen Death's fleet is already on the way to attack Atlantis," Woolsey said, his tone utterly emotionless. "I propose that we have no choice but to join forces."

"You've allied with the Wraith?" Ladon heard his own voice scale up, and didn't care. "Are you mad?"

"Guide is commander of an alliance that is opposed to Queen Death," Woolsey said. "We have a common and deadly enemy."

"And I," the Wraith warrior said, "have no desire to ally myself with the Genii."

Ladon looked at him again, and swore. "Kolya's Wraith."

"Yes, I was Kolya's prisoner," the Wraith said. "And from him I learned never to trust a Genii."

"No more than we can trust a Wraith," Ladon snapped.
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Shawn Edwards
Nov. 26th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC)
Someone from the Genii! Either Ladon or Dahlia.
Nov. 26th, 2012 11:17 am (UTC)
A moment of decision, Ladon and Dahlia....

Lorne tuned her out, concentrating on the controls. Avenger was coming to life under his hands, systems waking, power beginning to flow. Everything seemed normal, and he was aware suddenly of the two Radims standing close behind his chair.

"You'll go with them," Radim said quietly.

"And will you?" Dahlia asked.

"I'm staying with the ship."

"That's folly."

"I have no choice," Radim said. "But there's no need for you to be here. I had in mind to leave you in charge if anything happens."

"If we lose this fight," Dahlia said, "it's unlikely the Genii state will survive. And if it did, they will not follow a woman. I'm more use to you here. But you don't have to be here. Chief Cowan --"

"I'm not Cowan," Radim said. "Or Kolya. Or any of the other leaders we've seen in our lifetimes. But none of them were afraid to fight. I have to be here. You know that."

"Yes," Dahlia said, after a moment. "Well, it's simpler that way."

"That, too," Radim said, and turned away.
Nov. 26th, 2012 03:34 am (UTC)
Sounds interesting, but also leaves you wanting more.
Nov. 26th, 2012 01:32 pm (UTC)
I didn't see anyone asking for William Lynn yet...
Nov. 26th, 2012 02:02 pm (UTC)
William Lynn!

William Lynn closed the last of the storage cases and looked around the long narrow room he'd called his lab for the few months he'd been on Atlantis. It was stripped nearly bare, only a few cables and the spare laptop to remind him of what the room had become; now that it was returned to its Ancient form, he wondered again what it had originally been intended for. Beyond the long window, the sea was gray in the city's shadow, the sun sparking from the waves beyond its edges.

The word had come through at ten the night before: non-essential personnel were to prepare for evacuation starting at 8:00 AM, and archaeology fell firmly into the non-essential category. Fortunately, fieldwork for the SGC taught one to be ready to run at a moment's notice, and none of his staff had lost the habit. They'd been ready by one, and now it was only the last boxes that had to be hauled to the gateroom, along with the last of the backup drives. They were all perched now on a little cart, not heavy and not even very awkward, just waiting to be taken away.
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Nov. 26th, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
The Old One, please.
Nov. 27th, 2012 01:31 pm (UTC)
In which the Old One gives Waterlight an ultimatum...

The blade's face was smooth and old, but his voice was sharp. "The time has come," he said, the transmission crackling faintly on the screens of the hiveship Promised Return, "to make a choice. Will you stand with Queen Death against the Lanteans?"

Waterlight took a deep breath. At her side she felt Thorn stir, her Father who stood in the place of a consort until she was grown.

"We are in no condition to engage in battle," Thorn temporized. "Our ship is in poor condition, and we are far shorthanded since the war with the Replicators. We would be of little assistance to so great an alliance."

The blade snarled. "That may be. But it is your loyalty in question, and your courage. Are you too much of a coward to face the Lanteans? Is that true, Thorn?"
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Nov. 27th, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)
Another one for me, please? Noone asked about Alabaster yet...:)

Edited at 2012-11-27 09:13 pm (UTC)
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:19 pm (UTC)
Alabaster then!

"I try not to gamble," Jack said. "I prefer to bet on sure things. Like the fact that Carter is going to destroy that weapon just as soon as we get it back in our hands."

"Not good enough," Guide said, raising his hand, claws outstretched toward Jack's chest. He had to force himself not to move. The worst thing you could do when you were trying to stare down a predator was to run.

Alabaster made a tsking noise. "I don't think eating him will help matters."
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Tim Murphy
Dec. 15th, 2012 05:18 am (UTC)
How about either Carter or O'Neil
Dec. 15th, 2012 09:37 am (UTC)
Here you go -- Sam's repairs on the fly!

Sam pushed her hair out of her eyes and glanced at her watch. Six-thirty, time and past for Bill Lee's team to be out of the ship, out of the city, and on their way back to Earth. But no, there he was, on his hands and knees peering into the guts of a fire-control console, a younger uniformed technician crouching at his side.

"Okay, yeah, I see what you mean," he was saying, "but if you'll hand me that bridging bar --"

The technician did as he was told, inching forward a little as he did so.

"I wouldn't do that," Lee said, and both men jumped back as sparks flew. "Ok, see, that's the only problem with this particular technique, but if it holds...." He wormed his way back into the depths of the console, ignoring the wisp of smoke that curled out past him. "It's really solid."

"Yes, sir," the technician said, sounding genuinely impressed, and Sam tried not to flinch. Yes, the bridging bars would do the job, but if they blew in a firefight, they'd generally take the entire section with them. They were supposed to be ridiculously sturdy, but if anything was likely to override them, it was a pitched battle with a larger Wraith fleet. She shoved the thought aside as too late to worry about, and gently kicked Lee's back foot.
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