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Short one today, back with more soon!
Title: Down Here Among the Wreckage
Author: Annerb
Summary: Five years ago, SG-1 broke in half. Two years ago, Earth lost. Today, there is one last chance to fix things. But sometimes the pieces just don’t fit back together again.
Warnings: Mature for language, violence, torture, non-con, adult themes, and some temporal meandering.
Categorization: AU, H/C, darkfic, tragedy, and apocafic for flavor. Team, Sam/Jack.
A/N: Special thanks to la_tante for the beta and her general awesomeness.
Part One-History
Part Two-Prodigal
Prologue
Anubis reserves a unique fate for Earth.
There’s no specially engineered virus to run rampant through the population, no stolen Stargate to ensure no one escapes. Not like Chulak.
There’s no poisoned atmosphere, no burned sky and boiling seas. Not like Hebridan.
There’s no quick death from above, no grinding of the planet into nothing more than stellar dust. Not like Abydos.
Anubis has other ideas for Earth, for the rally point of rebellion, of hope.
He comes with his ships. A relatively small fleet, no more than seven, strategically positioned around the globe. Whether he doesn’t fear Earth’s pitiful weapons against his Ancient-enhanced defenses, or he just wants to ensure that the planet’s last few hours are as chaotic as possible, Anubis maneuvers his ships down through the atmosphere, hovering like a black stain over the major continents.
The first target is Cheyenne Mountain.
The second is Washington, D.C.
Earth burns.
In the end, he levels the three hundred largest cities. Haphazard nuclear attacks from the ground bounce off his ships, decimating hundreds of more cities, raining death for thousands of square miles. Only then does the largest standing army in existence sweep through, clearing out any last pockets of resistance, enslaving all who survive.
Anubis breeds the Tau’ri for pets and slaves and experiments, makes them the backbone of his new Empire. Builds himself palaces and temples and sits upon a throne on the grave of the last great myth standing in his way.
This is how Earth dies.
By some miracle of intel or just Anubis’ hubris, they know one month before that the end is coming. But it’s not long enough to devise a solution, some last minute defense against the unbeatable ships. Those same ships that reduced the Asgard to nothing more than a few scattered individuals living in hiding, safe-guarding their knowledge and technology because that’s the only thing they’ve ever understood.
The Asgard never really knew sacrifice and rising from the ashes, not the way the Tau’ri know them. With the end of their superiority, the Asgard are lost, drifting.
The Tau’ri, on the other hand, are used to being the underdog. They are too stubborn, too stupid to ever lie down.
For the month they await the inevitable, they build other worlds, establish new centers of rebellion, spread themselves across the galaxy like an infestation too insidious to be stamped out.
One day, they know they will return.
And Earth will live again.
Next : What Once Was Lost
Title: Down Here Among the Wreckage
Author: Annerb
Summary: Five years ago, SG-1 broke in half. Two years ago, Earth lost. Today, there is one last chance to fix things. But sometimes the pieces just don’t fit back together again.
Warnings: Mature for language, violence, torture, non-con, adult themes, and some temporal meandering.
Categorization: AU, H/C, darkfic, tragedy, and apocafic for flavor. Team, Sam/Jack.
A/N: Special thanks to la_tante for the beta and her general awesomeness.
Part One-History
Part Two-Prodigal
Prologue
Anubis reserves a unique fate for Earth.
There’s no specially engineered virus to run rampant through the population, no stolen Stargate to ensure no one escapes. Not like Chulak.
There’s no poisoned atmosphere, no burned sky and boiling seas. Not like Hebridan.
There’s no quick death from above, no grinding of the planet into nothing more than stellar dust. Not like Abydos.
Anubis has other ideas for Earth, for the rally point of rebellion, of hope.
He comes with his ships. A relatively small fleet, no more than seven, strategically positioned around the globe. Whether he doesn’t fear Earth’s pitiful weapons against his Ancient-enhanced defenses, or he just wants to ensure that the planet’s last few hours are as chaotic as possible, Anubis maneuvers his ships down through the atmosphere, hovering like a black stain over the major continents.
The first target is Cheyenne Mountain.
The second is Washington, D.C.
Earth burns.
In the end, he levels the three hundred largest cities. Haphazard nuclear attacks from the ground bounce off his ships, decimating hundreds of more cities, raining death for thousands of square miles. Only then does the largest standing army in existence sweep through, clearing out any last pockets of resistance, enslaving all who survive.
Anubis breeds the Tau’ri for pets and slaves and experiments, makes them the backbone of his new Empire. Builds himself palaces and temples and sits upon a throne on the grave of the last great myth standing in his way.
This is how Earth dies.
By some miracle of intel or just Anubis’ hubris, they know one month before that the end is coming. But it’s not long enough to devise a solution, some last minute defense against the unbeatable ships. Those same ships that reduced the Asgard to nothing more than a few scattered individuals living in hiding, safe-guarding their knowledge and technology because that’s the only thing they’ve ever understood.
The Asgard never really knew sacrifice and rising from the ashes, not the way the Tau’ri know them. With the end of their superiority, the Asgard are lost, drifting.
The Tau’ri, on the other hand, are used to being the underdog. They are too stubborn, too stupid to ever lie down.
For the month they await the inevitable, they build other worlds, establish new centers of rebellion, spread themselves across the galaxy like an infestation too insidious to be stamped out.
One day, they know they will return.
And Earth will live again.
Next : What Once Was Lost