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Napoleonic Gate Team!

A reader asked me if I still write fanfic. Yes! And sometimes I even write it for my own books!

I really couldn't resist wondering what would have happened if the stargate had been found earlier, by Denon's men in Egypt in 1798. And so I present to you the Napoleonic Gate Team! In which the events of the first episode of SG-1, Children of the Gods, happened nearly two hundred years earlier.

So please enjoy this bit of fannish foolishness -- a crossover between The Emperor's Agent and SG-1!

(Of course I do not own the stargate or any characters from SG-1. They belong to MGM. However, the characters from The Emperor's Agent belong to me.)



Trails of smoke still hung over the building, big and raw like a new cattle barn, but the dozens of sentries covering every single approach belied that its purpose was anything so benign. The escort of light cavalry dismounted outside the first cordon, even the slender man who rode at their center, his blue uniform coat unadorned, his black bicorn without cockade or plume.

The sentries came to stiff attention, a lieutenant with a thin moustache over his upper lip hardly moving his mouth as he spoke. "Marshals Lannes and Ney are waiting just inside, Sire. Dr. Larrey is with them."

"Good," the emperor said and passed through. There were still bodies on the ground, decently covered by sheeting, scribbled notes pinned to them designating unit and name, ready for the morgue detail. Larrey and his men had been busy. Here and there they lay in knots, places where groups of defenders had rallied, rifles thrown down and about. A light field gun was half unlimbered, the axle broken and the muzzle to the earth, overrun before it could be deployed. Everywhere there were the marks of burning.

There was a white plume ahead, towering over the rest, Ney in his marshal's hat clear to mark on any field, and the emperor made for him, watching as he turned, his sunburned face set in stone. There was Lannes with him, and Larrey and Denon too. Good, all birds with one stone.

"What happened here?" the emperor said. He did not need to raise his voice for it to carry sufficient force.

Lannes opened his mouth and closed it again.

Ney straightened his shoulders. "They took us by surprise," he said. "It was the middle of the night watch. They killed the guards and got a foothold, then spread out into the village of Montreuil. They overwhelmed the first responders, men of the 23rd. We went to full alert and I requested aid from Lannes at Boulogne." He glanced at the other marshal, who at least had to take no blame for the initial fiasco. "Before he got here we got the lines formed up and Corbineau's chasseurs countercharged in the village street. They broke the advance and took three of their men down, whereupon the others retreated with their prizes."

"Prizes?" The emperor frowned.

"Women," Lannes said tightly. "Twelve women and young girls from the village. This was a slave raid, sire!"

"A slave raid." The emperor glanced over their faces, Ney determined to take it on the chin, Lannes furious, Larrey resigned, and Denon….

"How many men did they have?" the Emperor asked.

Ney swallowed. "Eight."

"Eight?" He must have misheard.

"Eight." The usually confident marshal looked grim. "Eight. They wore heavy plate armor like something out of the middle ages, but only a point-blank shot had the force to penetrate it. And their weapons…."

"Their weapons were like nothing we have ever seen," Lannes said. "They appeared to be carrying lances, but they acted like firearms, only without ever requiring reloading and with the report of some sort of incendiary device. A very small and infinitely repeating Congreve rocket, perhaps. Nothing could stand against them."

"And yet your chasseurs did." The emperor looked at Ney. "How?"

"Major Corbineau charged them en masse. Like any other men in armor, they were vulnerable to a cavalry charge when their formations were broken. Once within the length of their staff weapons it was possible to close."

"Or simply ride them down." One of the younger officers behind, a tall young man with a lanky, long face, spoke. "Like charging a battery firing grape, but possible."

Ney answered the question the emperor hadn't yet asked. "Brigadier Reille, assigned to the School of War. He was playing cards with Major Corbineau when the alarm was sounded and joined the counterattack. He's been a hussar."

The emperor nodded, looking at the young man. "So these are not monsters?"

"No, sire," he said firmly. "They're tough. But they're just fighting men like any other. I took one down myself with a saber through the throat. He bled like any other man."

Not afraid, the emperor thought, and that was a mercy. This was the kind of thing that demoralized troops, baffling and confounding until half the victory was won before the battle was fought.

Larrey cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to say that Reille is wrong. They are not men like any other. If you will come with me, gentlemen? There is something I must show you."


This body lay separate from the others, a section of the vast room curtained off, nothing in it but the table that held Dr. Larrey's instruments and the table that held the corpse. When they had crowded in Larrey lifted the sheet.

He had been a man in his prime, dark hair close cut to his forehead which bore a vaguely familiar looking mark upon it in black, some sort of symbol he thought he'd seen before. He was clean shaven, the muscles of his shoulders well developed, a dead fighting man of any of a dozen countries, unextraordinary. "I do not see…" he began, and then stopped.

"The X on his belly was a pouch that held a snake," Larrey said. "A separate creature that attacked us until we severed its head. A snake that lived inside him."


They came out again into the morning, the wind off the Channel blowing the smoke away, high white clouds flying in the distant sky. Professor Denon was still talking, and the emperor turned on him swiftly.

"What have you to say that addresses the question I am putting to you?" he demanded. "You said that this was purely theoretical, and now enemies have used this project of yours to attack us!"

"I didn't think this would happen!" Professor Denon protested. "The ring has been inert for seven years since we found it at Giza! There was no reason to believe that it was capable of doing anything under the current circumstances! We do think that it is connected somehow with the builders of the pyramids and with the remarkable engineering skills of the ancient Egyptians. Many of the markings found with it on the cap stone seem to indicate that it was created within the same culture. Unfortunately, those markings are still uninterpreted, but in time the keys to this language can surely be discovered! Perhaps, since we acquired the pedestal device from Philae at great expense and bother, and reunited these two devices…. My best men have been trying to discover how they interact, but with limited success, and then…."

"And then one night it simply wakes up and enemies pour through it," the emperor said dryly. "They kill half the garrison and rampage through the village taking prisoners and are finally turned back by a full squadron of cavalry. Eight men!" He threw up his hands.

Ney and Lannes exchanged a glance, while behind them Lannes' stolid aide Subervie looked impassive. Only seven in the morning, but he was pleased to see one familiar but not unexpected face. Trust her to have already wormed her way into the middle of events!

Denon hung his head. "I believe we can prevent the gate from opening again by placing a metal object of sufficient size within the ring…. Or we could rebury it, though…."

"Though then we would have no idea where these people came from or what they wanted," the emperor said harshly. "Or when they will return or how. If this enemy is not of our world, it behooves us to know that and to learn what we can as swiftly as we can, for if we do not, gentlemen, we are cattle to the slaughter!" His eyes raked over the pair of marshals. "Lannes?"

"I agree, sire," Lannes said. "We have to find out as much as we can. These weapons of theirs are…."

"…we need them," Ney said bluntly. "And we need to get our people back. We can't be the kind of nation whose citizens are kidnapped from their beds with no retaliation. We aren't sheep."

"We are not," the emperor said. "But how to you propose to rescue these unfortunate women? We have no idea who took them or to what destination."

Reille cleared his throat. "Actually, we do. When Corbineau and I followed them to the ring they used the pedestal device to activate it. They pressed the keys in a certain sequence, like calling a chord from a pipe organ, and the symbols on the keys were repeated in the positioning of the moveable inner ring of the larger ring. I think if we repeated the same sequence on the pedestal, we would be able to follow them."

"To where?"

Silence fell.

"We don't know," Denon said.

"Then we'd better find out," the emperor said.

"Sire, the men of the 23rd regiment are ready to avenge their defeat," Ney began.

The emperor lifted his hand to forestall him. "Not a regiment. This is a reconnaissance mission. We need to know who they are, where they came from, and who they serve. Four men, no more." His eyes fell on Reille. "Brigadier, since you are so clever, this will be your team. I presume you work well with the redoubtable Major Corbineau, who seems to be the only one who can fight these men?"

"It's my honor to serve with Corbineau," Reille said, straightening his shoulders.

"Take Subervie," Lannes said, with a glance at his aide. "He's my best man."

Subervie had the grace to blush, a big man and no doubt good in a fight.

"And the fourth," Larrey began.

"Is my eyes and ears," the emperor said, gesturing to the slight civilian in the crowd, coat and cravat not quite entirely concealing her female form. "Madame St. Elme will finish out your party."

"Madame is a woman," Subervie began.

"I am aware of that," the emperor said smoothly. "And she is also my agent, an agent of considerable and varied talents, not the least of which is her familiarity with Egypt, which may have some bearing. Reille, you will have no difficulty in obeying me in this, I trust?"

"None whatsoever, sire," Reille said. He stood a bit straighter. "My team will be ready."


It was seventeen hours before the Ring opened. Seventeen hours after their reconnaissance patrol went through. It sat, still and inert, in the raw building on the edge of the salt marshes south of Boulogne.

"Sire," Lannes said quietly, "Don't you think it would be better if you were to wait further from that thing? The Chateau d'Hardelot isn't far. If it were to open…."

"There might be a battle?" The Emperor raised his eyebrows. "And of course I've never seen one of those before?"

Lannes had the good grace to look abashed. "It's my job to think of your safety."

"And mine to know what happens," he said, clapping Lannes on the shoulder. "Don't nursemaid me, Jean."

At that moment the Ring began to turn, red symbols glowing as it spun, each chevron locking. The battery crew stood ready, field gun trained on the center of the ring, the gunner with slow match ready put to the touch hole. Three lines of infantry stood at the ready, each musket aimed as blue fire erupted like an enormous glowing splash of water. Lannes lifted his hand to shade his eyes.

The surface rippled like waves, a form pushing through. "Hold your fire!" Lannes snapped half an instant before the Emperor recognized him himself, Major Corbineau, his uniform stained with powder smoke, hands raised to show himself friend.

"Don’t shoot!" Corbineau called out. "It's us!"

And there they were behind him, Reille stepping through in turn, saber in hand, walking backwards. Five women of Montreuil, no, four…. The fifth in a long tattered white dress like a Grecian statue was Madame St. Elme, her hair falling out of pins and her face set, her arm around one of the women who staggered. Two others, man and boy, and then last behind Colonel Subervie with a long staff in his hand, guarding behind, an odd silver breastplate over his clothes.

The blue glow vanished, the Ring silenced.

"Stand down!" Lannes shouted to the gunnery crew.

The Emperor took a deep breath. Twelve women taken and they returned with four. And there were the two others, a man in silver armor like a knight, small and slight and bearded, a golden serpent upon his forehead, and a boy dark skinned as any African who looked around curiously. "Reille, what happened?"

Reille drew himself up, his face still jumping with tension, as a man will who has been called to report in the midst of a battle and still feels the surge in his veins. "It's a very long story, sire. But it appears that the raid was conducted by a prince who names himself Apophis and who has in the past considered all our planet fair territory for slave taking. We were unable to locate all of the captives, as it seemed that some of them had already been removed from the star we found ourselves upon, but with the assistance of Madame St. Elme were able to gain access to the women's quarters and spare four from the fate that awaited them there."

"I see." The Emperor's voice was even. He meant it to be so. Half a hundred men could hear and would report every word that was said, would repeat each gesture a dozen times. "Some greater Barbary pirate, then." He shrugged. "We will deal with such."

Subervie looked frankly spooked.

"Yes, Sire," Reille said. He squared his shoulders. "And may I present a gentleman without whose assistance this would have been impossible? Without the aid of this officer, whose honor I appealed to and who has given up his place to do what is right, it should not have been possible for us to prevail. Sire, this is Master Bra'tac. And his squire, Teal'c."

The man in armor looked him over. "You are their general?"

"I am," the Emperor said. The man had an even gaze, a soldier through and through. "And your help for my people earns you my gratitude. Welcome to France."

Comments

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sockich
Dec. 24th, 2013 02:20 pm (UTC)
This is awesome. ♥__♥

I had no idea I needed Napoleonic Gate Team in my life, but I really, truly did.

Sire, this is Master Bra'tac. And his squire, Teal'c.

:DDD
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 09:27 am (UTC)
*g* Absolutely you need the Napoleonic Gate Team in your life! Reille, Subervie, Corbineau, and Elza! You've got to admit they'd make a fine gate team!

And Bra'tac. And Teal'c!
the_prawn
Dec. 24th, 2013 09:33 pm (UTC)
Love it! :D
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 09:32 am (UTC)
Thank you!
shezan
Dec. 25th, 2013 12:13 am (UTC)
OMG, this is THE BEST IDEA EVER. There's a book in it, I swear!
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 02:55 pm (UTC)
There is! I can only imagine. After all, it's not like the ancient world invasions by the Goa'uld. These guys understand firearms, and the entire fight between Bra'tac's Jaffa underground and the Goa'uld would make complete sense. There are these despotic tyrants who rule as absolute monarchs and want to be worshipped as gods, while there are Jaffa who want to have a revolution. Some of the soldiers who serve the Goa'uld sympathize, and when Bra'tac was asked to slaughter helpless people for the tyrants, he rebelled. It all makes perfect sense! They'd get along like a house on fire!
alsogater
Dec. 25th, 2013 04:24 am (UTC)
Very interesting twist to history. Would love to see more of this plot.
thank you
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 02:55 pm (UTC)
It would be fun, wouldn't it? Two things made for each other.
squishydish
Dec. 25th, 2013 07:47 am (UTC)
This was really fun!
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 02:56 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
mari4212
Dec. 25th, 2013 11:20 am (UTC)
Elza and young!Teal'c. Why did I not know I needed those two together before now?

Also, Braytac plus Napoleon. I now feel that Waterloo might go very differently.
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 02:57 pm (UTC)
Elza and young Teal'c would get along so well! And of course Reille saw the gate address! That's our clever hare.

What Waterloo? :) I think the Treaty of Tilsit would hold after the Czar met staff weapons at Friedland.... There would never be a Waterloo!
mari4212
Dec. 26th, 2013 03:18 pm (UTC)
True. And if nothing else, Braytac is bound to have some good suggestions for adapting to all kinds of weather. Not every gate can be located in that planet's equivalent to Vancouver, much though Stargate would like to tell us otherwise.
Margaret Scott Chrisawn
Jan. 1st, 2014 09:22 pm (UTC)
Not that it matters in the larger scheme of things, but if Jean and his boys had staff weapons during that long, intense run-up to Friedland, there would have been no need for Ney, Napoleon, and the rest to show up at five pm. Just saying...

Anyway, I vote for more Stargate scenarios like this one.
jo_graham
Jan. 4th, 2014 11:36 am (UTC)
Very true! Friedland would have been a cake walk, and it would all have been over by the time Napoleon got there! I think Lannes definitely needs some staff weapons!
azarias
Dec. 26th, 2013 06:47 am (UTC)
I wish to see the further adventures of Bra'tac and baby!Teal'c with Napolean!
jo_graham
Dec. 26th, 2013 02:57 pm (UTC)
I think Bra'tac and Michel would be the operative part. OMG. If he liked Hammond of Texas, wait till he had to team up with Michel!

Edited at 2013-12-26 02:58 pm (UTC)
mkatlantis_13
Dec. 27th, 2013 08:04 pm (UTC)
This is great! More! More! Like they said, didn't know I needed this in my life, but now that it's here, I need more!
jo_graham
Dec. 30th, 2013 10:55 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like it. It was fun to write. I'm sure Bra'tac would change history quite a lot!
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