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As we're now only a couple of months from the release of Allegiance, the third book in the Legacy series, let's play a game!

You give me the name of a character in the book and I'll give you a little snippet of what they're up to!



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Apr. 10th, 2011 04:42 pm (UTC)
Eva Robinson! (if she's in there, I mean)
Apr. 10th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
She is! Not so much of Eva in Allegiance, but this is from a scene early on, with Radek and the new archaeologist, Dr. William Lynn.

They found a table toward the window, where they could see the pale aurora, but far enough back that the cold didn’t radiate. It was surprising that the sound didn’t echo more in such a large and empty space, and William found himself scanning the ceiling to see if he could spot the sound baffles.

“I wonder —“

“The current theory is that it’s the shape of the room,” Eva said. “In fact, there’s a pool running, if you’re interested.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” William said. “What’s your position, Doctor?”

“My dollar is on ‘otherwise unspecified weird Ancient thing,’” Eva answered. “OUWAT, with an emphasis on the ‘oooh.’ Actually, I bet that in all the pools.”
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Apr. 10th, 2011 05:33 pm (UTC)
Sheppard, of course!
Apr. 10th, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
Sheppard for you! :) In which there is a crisis in the middle of the night....

Lorne was reaching for his radio headset before Zelenka
finished talking. "Colonel Sheppard?" With Woolsey out
of the city, he didn't have to worry about whether
technically he should have been calling Woolsey first.

"This is Sheppard. What's the problem?"

"We have a situation. You'd better get up to the control
room. It seems someone's activated some programs in our
computer system that Dr. Zelenka is having trouble
shutting down."

"I'm on my way," Sheppard said, and then before he cut off
his radio, "They've got problems upstairs." Lorne didn't
think that last was addressed to him. He refrained from
speculating about who it might in fact have been addressed
to, on the grounds that refraining from speculating about
things like that was part of his job.

"Oh, not good," Zelenka said, and followed it in Czech
with what sounded like something heartfelt. "We have
systems shutting down -- internal sensors, power to the
weapons chair --"

"Get that thing shut down," Lorne said.

"Yes, I am trying --"

"What the hell is going on?" Sheppard said, tearing up the
stairs into the control room, wearing sweatpants tucked
into the tops of his boots and a flannel shirt he hadn't
bothered to tuck in at all.
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Apr. 10th, 2011 05:46 pm (UTC)
Todd/Guide please :)
Apr. 10th, 2011 06:03 pm (UTC)
Absolutely! Here's his first appearance in Allegiance:

The commander’s quarters aboard the hive ship Just Fortune were pleasant, even luxurious, as befitted a hive whose queen was currently absent on business of her own. Except that that was a lie, as much of a bluff as anything else the commander had managed to achieve since he had escaped from Atlantis, as much a lie as the ridiculous name John Sheppard had given him. He was Guide, commander and Consort, and if the Lanteans called him “Todd” that was not his concern. His concern was his ship, his men, and the Lanteans’ unaccountable failure to rescue Rodney McKay.

*They failed.* Guide was unable to hide his anger, but Bonewhite faced him squarely.

*Did you honestly expect otherwise?*

*I thought if I handed them Death’s hive powered down and feeding, they would be able to recover McKay and destroy it. They’ve been extremely efficient at such things before.* Guide took a breath, made himself relax, his hands uncurl. *Which makes our position even more awkward.*
Apr. 10th, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)
Ember, please! :D
Apr. 10th, 2011 08:38 pm (UTC)
Ember it is!

Guide had not expected Ember to return so quickly from the Bright Venture, felt his back tighten with fear as the drone announced him. The door spiraled open, and Ember spoke even before it closed behind him.

*I have news.*

He was trembling, Guide saw, and felt the tang of fear beneath the words. It was contagious, a spark to tinder, and he controlled himself with an effort.

*Within.* This was not the place for this discussion, not the public room, but the inner chamber, the most private place on this queenless hive. He pointed to the shadowed door, and Ember obeyed. It was warm inside, the lights soft and pleasing, the walls curved to hold the sleeping niche and a comfortable seat, where he could curl into the hive’s embrace, and he saw Ember relax and draw a shuddering breath, soothed by the surroundings.

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Apr. 10th, 2011 06:06 pm (UTC)
Dr. Keller, if you're so inclined.
Apr. 10th, 2011 08:42 pm (UTC)
Ok! In which Jeannie has arrived, and Jennifer can't dodge a private conversation with her. (Remember, the last time they saw each other was in The Shrine....)

"We've been dating," Jennifer said.

"He told me," Jeannie said. "I'm lucky I knew that much, he's not much with the personal news. It was months before I figured out that he'd stopped dating, what was her name, Katie?"

"Katie Brown," Jennifer said. "They just didn't … I mean, she was a perfectly nice person, it just wasn't working out."

"Believe me, I'm not surprised," Jeannie said. "Meredith can be a little hard to take."

"I don't find him -- we've always gotten along surprisingly well, considering that Rodney is … a little intense."

"Intense," Jeannie said, shaking her head and smiling. "That would be my brother." Her eyes were sharp, and it dawned on Jennifer that her smile was not necessarily a friendly one. "I wish you'd told me that you were seeing each other when I was here before."
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Apr. 10th, 2011 08:48 pm (UTC)
Ok! For you, The Old One!

*Come and sit by me,* the Old One said, and Guide moved reluctantly to join him. He would have preferred to keep his distance — he had not gotten the measure of the Old One’s strength of mind — but he did not wish to make an enemy of him. Instead, he gathered the skirts of his coat and sat, a careful hand’s-breadth away.

*You’re no young blade,* the Old One said, after a while.

*I am not,* Guide agreed, and the Old One made a sound of creaking laughter.

*And you are thinking I am older still, and you would be right. But I have a reason for asking.*

Guide waited, and the Old One sighed, resting his head against the chamber wall. He was very old indeed, Guide thought, vigorous enough, but so old that he had not been bred to any of the familiar types. Even young, his face had not been as strongly modeled as most blades; it had an archaic look, like the foremost mothers of Snow’s hive.
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Nissa Moore
Apr. 10th, 2011 09:31 pm (UTC)
may i request Teyla
Apr. 10th, 2011 09:44 pm (UTC)
Teyla! (Have I mentioned I love Teyla?)

On the other side, it was actually warm, a light breeze moving the tall grasses of the gate field. Teyla reached for one side of the cart's handle, and Ronon shook his head. "Keep your hands free," he said.

She shook her head. "We are so jumpy these days."

Ronon shrugged. "It's what McKay would say."

Teyla smiled. "I never thought I would hear you standing in for Rodney. Besides, if he were here he would keep his hands free to cover us both so that he did none of the work."

"Yep," Ronon said. He wrestled with the cart for a minute, Teyla eventually lending a hand to tug it free of a rut in the too-soft dirt.

"It is too quiet without him," she said when they had the cart freed.

"There wasn't anything else to do," Ronon said.

"I am not blaming you," Teyla said. "I hope you do not blame yourself."

"It was my decision," he said. "I made the call I had to make. How it went down is my responsibility."
Apr. 11th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
Ronon, please? If no one's asked for him yet...
Apr. 11th, 2011 09:46 am (UTC)
Ronon on Sateda for you. This is one of my favorite bits of description in the whole book, so I can't resist giving it to you!

Then at last he came out onto the roof, and stood for a moment, staring. Most of the biggest buildings were still there, their shells intact, roofless, broken, but recognizable. Somehow that seemed worse than if they had been missing altogether, and he shook his head, wishing he had the words. It was like looking at the skeleton of something so long dead that half the bones were missing. The eye filled in the gaps even as it noted them, shapes made as familiar as they were strange. There was the old guildhall, converted before he was born to a commercial exchange: the long windows were empty, carved frames broken out, but the line of the roof was intact. The Panopticon’s roof had fallen in, but its narrow towers still flanked the gap, scorched and blackened against the pale sky. In the far distance, sunlight glinted from the dome of the City Museum. Somehow most of the gilding had survived, and it had not been worth anyone’s while to pull it down for salvage. Or at least, not worth it yet. Cai was bound to get there, in the end.

Beyond that was the gap that had been Centenary Park, once dark with trees, now bleak and empty, a few twisted stumps thrusting out of the rubble. He and Melena had never gone there much, preferred the livelier amusement of Gateside, where there were band concerts three nights a week, and you could buy cakes and tea from a dozen vendors, and bring a flask of your own if you were reasonably discreet….

He looked back at the Museum, the afternoon sun bright on the gilded dome. If there’d been no looting there, no salvage — it had had what was supposed to be an important collection of Ancient artifacts. He remembered being taken there on school trips, walking through the echoing halls, boys in one long line, girls in the other, giggling and shoving each other when the teachers weren’t looking.
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:01 am (UTC)
Do you think it's okay for me to ask for Sheppard again? Or Lorne? I'm a sucker for those military types. ;)
Apr. 11th, 2011 09:53 am (UTC)
Sheppard! In which John has to be diplomatic....

“No….” Teyla’s expression changed, and John turned, not surprised to see Radim approaching, the blond aide Ambrus at his heels.

“Chief Ladon.”

“Colonel Sheppard.” Radim gave a thin, unfriendly smile. “I am sorry Mr. Woolsey is unable to be with us. When will he be back, can you say?”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” John said, with a smile of his own. From Teyla’s lifted eyebrow, he guessed it hadn’t been successful. “The situation was fluid. But he left me with full authority.”

“I’m sure he did,” Radim said.

He thinks I killed him. John felt his mouth drop open, closed it sharply. Son of a bitch. That was about the last thing he’d expected, and it annoyed him more than he would have imagined.
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Apr. 11th, 2011 05:42 am (UTC)
I'd love to hear about Lorne!
Apr. 11th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC)
An action sequence for you! In which Lorne is in a tight spot....

Lorne caught a glimpse of another security team taking up position at the entrance to the gateroom, but he wasn't sure how long they could possibly hold.

"Radek!" Sheppard yelled between bursts of fire. "We need that iris!" Lorne couldn't hear Zelenka's answer, but he didn't think Sheppard liked it.

Stunner fire crackled against the wall, too close, and Lorne moved out of the way fast, still firing, taking careful aim before each shot. He was very aware that he only had one spare clip on him. It would have been nice for the Wraith to give them a little warning before they invaded. He would have packed differently--

A series of distant metallic clangs rose over the thunder of weapons fire. Zelenka must have put the city into a full lockdown, shutting all the security doors. Good for keeping the Wraith confined to the area around the gateroom. Not so great for getting more reinforcements.

Lorne scrambled forward, ducking to the side of the main staircase, using it for what cover it could provide. He leaned out for a moment, just long enough to see that there were male Wraith coming in behind the drones, their faces unmasked, hanging back in tight groups.
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Apr. 11th, 2011 06:49 am (UTC)
Bonewhite please, can't forget about him
Apr. 11th, 2011 02:29 pm (UTC)
Bonewhite -- and Guide.

*We must Cull soon,* Bonewhite said.

Guide frowned at the screen. He had known this was coming, had hoped they could stave it off just a little longer. *How soon?*

*Now, ideally,* Bonewhite answered. There was a touch of rough humor in his thoughts. *But, knowing the situation — thirty-six hours. We will have to find a hunting ground, you know.*

*I know.* Death had devastated too many worlds, picked them clean and spoiled what remained. *Riath is near, and Arcola.*

*I have sent scouts to both,* Bonewhite answered. *Death has been there already. Arcola may serve us, but barely. I would like to hunt further.*

Guide nodded. *That would probably be wise.* *Will you join us?* Bonewhite paused. *Our people grow restless, they worry we do not seek our own queen.*
Apr. 11th, 2011 08:40 am (UTC)
would it be too much to ask for a Quicksilver snippet?
But if it would give too much of the storyline away I have no problem if you don't want to post anything :D
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:56 pm (UTC)
Quicksilver for you! In which Quicksilver has a very strange dream....

Quicksilver dreamed he was pursued, and then pursuing, changing roles with a fluency that told him he was asleep, even though he could not seem to wake. Sometimes it was the Lanteans who pursued him, the one he had stunned, the big barbarian who had guarded the door, the tiny dangerous one, and then again it was his lab assistants, ringing him in, feeding hands outstretched, while Ember turned his back and Dust laughed. He fled from his brother in a fever of fear, through the corridors of the hive, and metal halls, down stairs that gleamed bronze in the light that fell from tall and narrow windows.

And then quite suddenly he came through metal doors — metal doors familiar in a way that seemed different, as though he had once known them well — ugly heavy things painted with numbers half as tall as he was that lifted away to reveal a room filled with screens and consoles.

Beyond a huge window stood a Stargate, quiescent, all its symbols dark. He needed to dial home, and he went unerringly to a keyboard. It was not a proper device, not the Ancients’ work, but he knew it would do the job.


He looked over his shoulder, startled, to see the dark haired queen behind him, her arms folded across her chest.
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Apr. 11th, 2011 09:03 am (UTC)
all thesee snips just whet teh appetite and as I just read the Lost today....which I absolutely loved..
cant wait for more

woolsey and sam..
Apr. 11th, 2011 06:49 pm (UTC)
Double dipping? :)

Ok, Woolsey and Sam both. Here's Woolsey first.

Dick tried to look like repacking his briefcase was a complicated task, giving the assembled IOA members time to leave the room. He didn't want to look like he was running away from them, as tempting as that thought was at the moment. Finally he straightened up in the empty room.

"I think that went well," he said. It didn't sound convincing even to him.

He stepped outside to the unwelcome sight of General O'Neill waiting in the hallway. It had been an entire day of explaining himself, at great length and repeatedly, and he had hoped that the next few hours would involve nothing but his hotel room and the chance to take his shoes off.

"General O'Neill," he said, trying to sound more pleased than he felt.

"Woolsey," O'Neill said. "Having fun?"
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Apr. 12th, 2011 12:31 am (UTC)
Would it be okay to ask for more Teyla?
Apr. 12th, 2011 08:00 pm (UTC)
Teyla! In which Teyla has a tense conversation with Halling and Kanaan about where her allegiance lies.

"Who are you representing when you come to us to trade?" Kanaan asked. "The Lanteans, or the Athosians? We are hardly trade partners if you speak for us both, and stand always between us."

"I have brought goods from the expedition here for more than five years," Teyla said. "And I have brought them your work in trade, and no one has complained that I have made a poor bargain for them."

"Our work," Kanaan said. "Not the work of your hands. The things made here are not yours to trade, Teyla. Not anymore."

Teyla looked at him as though he'd struck her. "I did not think you were so angry at me," she said.

"I am not angry at you," Kanaan said, and he sounded like that might be true. "But if you come back to us again to trade with goods from Atlantis, we will expect to bargain with you as with any trading partner, and you must not also share the council to choose our terms."
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Apr. 12th, 2011 05:06 am (UTC)
How about Torren?
Apr. 12th, 2011 08:04 pm (UTC)
In which Torren is having an unhappy day for a very ordinary reason....

Jennifer wasn't sure how anyone could stand to have kids in the face of that knowledge. She was starting to feel pretty guilty herself about having brought the kitten, although at least the Wraith didn't eat cats--

She cleared her throat, aware that she'd taken too long to reply. "I can go ahead and give him his MMR booster early, and the Varicella -- that's chicken pox. He's current on everything that's specific to the Pegasus galaxy."

"That is good," Teyla said, her hand curled protectively over the top of Torren's head again.

Colonel Sheppard came into the infirmary as she was giving Torren the second injection. "What's the matter with him?"

"He's getting a measles shot," Jennifer said. "I gave you one before we left Earth, but you didn't scream."

"I thought about it," Sheppard said.
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