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pentapus's ficlet challenge. And I mean slapped together on the spot. But the concept continued to intrigue me and since then I've expanded it. I have a larger story in mind, but seeing as how I have enough stories as is, I'm going to be writing it snippets at a time that I will eventually peice together into a larger fic.
So as not to have to deal with the piddly little details in the snippets, here's what you need to know (which will be expanded on later).
The Atlantis expedition is an Atlantis colony. The entire Milky Way has been colonized (not including already inhabited planets) so the colonization has moved on to Pegasus, but there's still plenty of exploring going on (which is the purpose of the colonies)
Everyone has a dragon. Either a single dragon all to themselves or a dragon beloning to their family. Dragons are either inherited or hatched from eggs to be passed down the generations. Most dragons can live to up to five human generations. No one knows how or when the Dragon/human bond formed.
There is still gate travel and an SGC.
The city of Atlantis is the capital of the planet of Atlantis (I refuse to call it Atlanatica). Dr. Weir is the govenor (govenor, I know, cheesy)
Instead of being sent to Antarctica, Sheppard was sent to Atlantis as part of the wing brigade protecting the swamp that divides the continent. He will eventually become part of the city's brigade.
This story is how that happens.
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pentapus's ficlet challenge. And I mean slapped together on the spot. But the concept continued to intrigue me and since then I've expanded it. I have a larger story in mind, but seeing as how I have enough stories as is, I'm going to be writing it snippets at a time that I will eventually peice together into a larger fic. So as not to have to deal with the piddly little details in the snippets, here's what you need to know (which will be expanded on later).
The Atlantis expedition is an Atlantis colony. The entire Milky Way has been colonized (not including already inhabited planets) so the colonization has moved on to Pegasus, but there's still plenty of exploring going on (which is the purpose of the colonies)
Everyone has a dragon. Either a single dragon all to themselves or a dragon beloning to their family. Dragons are either inherited or hatched from eggs to be passed down the generations. Most dragons can live to up to five human generations. No one knows how or when the Dragon/human bond formed.
There is still gate travel and an SGC.
The city of Atlantis is the capital of the planet of Atlantis (I refuse to call it Atlanatica). Dr. Weir is the govenor (govenor, I know, cheesy)
Instead of being sent to Antarctica, Sheppard was sent to Atlantis as part of the wing brigade protecting the swamp that divides the continent. He will eventually become part of the city's brigade.
This story is how that happens.
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It was big, black, lean as a bladed whip, pissed, and throwing the stereotype of wild blacks being rebellious loners back in their faces. Had it not been for the polished and well-cared for saddle harnessed to the black's back, it would have been easy to assume the body it was standing over to be its meal. Since it was saddled, the marines were to go with non-lethal force.
McKay felt himself an appropriate distance away; close enough to help if needed, but way, way, way out of reach of that lashing bladed tail. The damn thing was a collection of bony knives, lean muscle, and angular. Even its wings were spike-tipped at the fingers and along the arms. Rodney could feel Bina's skin ripple in a shudder, so he leaned forward to pat the milk-white neck.
"That thing is insane!" Bina yelped. "I'm surprised he hasn't stepped on his human."
Rodney could see said human from where he sat - kind of. He was lying face down in the tall grass bordering the edge of the swamplands. A couple of kids had found him... well, found his dragon crouching protectively over him and snapping at anyone who moved in too close.
McKay could hear the soft spat of tranguilizer darts hitting their mark.
Bina's blue eyes widened. "Good crap! Ten shots and he's still up."
Rodney gaped. "What!"
Ten, twenty, Bina lost count after a while. The black's thrashing grew sluggish, uncoordinated, as though the darts had been filled with Vodka. But it never staggered dangerously close to its human, not once. In fact, it backed off so as not to drop on him when it suddenly collapsed onto its side. Both Rodney and Bina released a breath of relief.
"He's gonna have a headache," Bina muttered.
The Atlantis Wing Brigade led by Lorne and his red surrounded the black to spread the nets. Carson and his medics swarmed the dragon's human. Rodney slid from Bina's back to move in for a closer look, and wished he hadn't.
The dark-haired man look like he'd been chewed up and spit out. Bruises, bloodstains, shredded clothes barely hanging on, gashes, and his arm lying at an odd angle. With a one, two, three, Carson and his team gently rolled the man onto his back on the stretcher. The guy was skinny, really skinny, like he hadn't eaten in a while; a soaked and bloody shirt sinking into his concaved stomach and molding to sharply protruding ribs. There were bruises on his neck and face, and on the part of his chest exposed by a tear in his shirt from collar-bone to sternum.
Carson and his team didn't work on him until they had him loaded safely on the jumper. Rodney stood outside watching as the hatch lifted and the jumper pulled away. A gust of strong wind that nearly bowled him over pulled his attention to the brigade working as one to lift the black coiled in nets into the air. That left only a few marines trying to get a clue as to where the guy had come from, and Rodney. Not that he needed to stay. He'd done his part taking energy readings. Whatever had trashed that man hadn't been anything technological.
Rodney climbed back into Bina's saddle, strapping his legs in tight for the flight home.
"This is going to be interesting," Bina said.
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I know, really short. But there will be more and slightly longer. What do you think? Stupid? Tolerable? Intriguing? I promise that the next installment will be longer and a little more in depth.
Rodney snorted. "You're telling me." If the guy and his dragon turned out to be serial killers, Rodney was moving to another planet.
McKay felt himself an appropriate distance away; close enough to help if needed, but way, way, way out of reach of that lashing bladed tail. The damn thing was a collection of bony knives, lean muscle, and angular. Even its wings were spike-tipped at the fingers and along the arms. Rodney could feel Bina's skin ripple in a shudder, so he leaned forward to pat the milk-white neck.
"That thing is insane!" Bina yelped. "I'm surprised he hasn't stepped on his human."
Rodney could see said human from where he sat - kind of. He was lying face down in the tall grass bordering the edge of the swamplands. A couple of kids had found him... well, found his dragon crouching protectively over him and snapping at anyone who moved in too close.
McKay could hear the soft spat of tranguilizer darts hitting their mark.
Bina's blue eyes widened. "Good crap! Ten shots and he's still up."
Rodney gaped. "What!"
Ten, twenty, Bina lost count after a while. The black's thrashing grew sluggish, uncoordinated, as though the darts had been filled with Vodka. But it never staggered dangerously close to its human, not once. In fact, it backed off so as not to drop on him when it suddenly collapsed onto its side. Both Rodney and Bina released a breath of relief.
"He's gonna have a headache," Bina muttered.
The Atlantis Wing Brigade led by Lorne and his red surrounded the black to spread the nets. Carson and his medics swarmed the dragon's human. Rodney slid from Bina's back to move in for a closer look, and wished he hadn't.
The dark-haired man look like he'd been chewed up and spit out. Bruises, bloodstains, shredded clothes barely hanging on, gashes, and his arm lying at an odd angle. With a one, two, three, Carson and his team gently rolled the man onto his back on the stretcher. The guy was skinny, really skinny, like he hadn't eaten in a while; a soaked and bloody shirt sinking into his concaved stomach and molding to sharply protruding ribs. There were bruises on his neck and face, and on the part of his chest exposed by a tear in his shirt from collar-bone to sternum.
Carson and his team didn't work on him until they had him loaded safely on the jumper. Rodney stood outside watching as the hatch lifted and the jumper pulled away. A gust of strong wind that nearly bowled him over pulled his attention to the brigade working as one to lift the black coiled in nets into the air. That left only a few marines trying to get a clue as to where the guy had come from, and Rodney. Not that he needed to stay. He'd done his part taking energy readings. Whatever had trashed that man hadn't been anything technological.
Rodney climbed back into Bina's saddle, strapping his legs in tight for the flight home.
"This is going to be interesting," Bina said.
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I know, really short. But there will be more and slightly longer. What do you think? Stupid? Tolerable? Intriguing? I promise that the next installment will be longer and a little more in depth.
Rodney snorted. "You're telling me." If the guy and his dragon turned out to be serial killers, Rodney was moving to another planet.
