Goinked my flist: Fandom Superteam!
To quote:
The Challenge: Assemble a superteam from your various fandoms.
Your team must consist of the following:
(1) Team Leader
(1) Warrior
(1) Smartypants
(1) Hottie
(1) Comic Relief
All your superteam members must be from DIFFERENT fandoms.
The Team Leader: Brigadier General Jonathan "Jack" O'Neill, from Stargate SG-1
"What do you mean *all* of them?" Jack yelled, thumping the desk. Technically it was not his desk anymore, but Landry didn't seem to mind.
"All of them, Jack," Landry said, calmly putting upright the frame that had fallen. "I know I said they'd be back by 1100, but they haven't come through yet. We're optimistic, though."
"Yeah, sure, uh-uh," Jack said, glaring through the two layers of glass that stood between him at the metal doughnut that was the Stargate. "I *told* them. Didn't I tell them?"
"Yes, you told them," said Landry.
"Who am I going to take now? And don't say SG-8, I'm not touching that team with a ten-foot pole." Jack glared at nothing for a moment, then sighed. "When SG-1 do report in, tell them thanks, but no thanks."
Jack stalked out from the office, hellbent on finding a shiny new team all by himself. That'd show them.
The Warrior: Sarah Connor, circa Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
The pliers made a satisfied crr-click sound as it snipped through the wire. Once a big enough section was loose, Sarah grabbed it with gloved fingers and tugged it up, revealing just enough space between wire and grass for a human to crawl through.
Her backpack almost got stuck on the crawl in, but Sarah Connor never let a small detail like that get in the way. She glanced around and ducked as a camera made its slow spin towards her location. The camera cheerfully continued along its path, ignoring the intruder.
Sarah cracked her knuckles. She'd been watching this outpost for some time, seeing the strange metal objects come in and out under the tightest of security. It had taken some major hacking to get this far, but she was here, and she was ready.
Cyberdyne had a warehouse here at Cheyenne Mountain, she just knew it.
The Smartypants: Dr. Egon Spengler, Ghostbusters.
From just a page of Colonel Carter's notes, Egon could figure out a way to improve the proton packs' efficiency by at least 150%, plus reduce the energy waste of the sealing ghost trap. Of course, he would not say this because it would be unethical to take the Colonel's well-researched and applied knowledge for commercial gain without her permission.
Then again, Ray would kick his hiney if he didn't take it.
Then *again*, Lee was already eyeing him suspiciously. "Dr. Spengler..." he said.
"What?" Egon said. "I'm doing as you said, the numbers are satisfactory. Colonel Carter has outdone herself this time."
Lee sighed, Egon assumed because of something he said. He sighed a lot, especially whenever Egon mentioned any of the Carter's many successes, most of which had to be reviewed into near-successes by peer adjustments. Egon was just happy to be part of the internal committee to do said adjustments, in return for free sweeps of the SGC compound. Not that anyone had ever seen a ghost on-site. So far.
"Lemme go!"
Egon looked up to see two Marines walk past in the corridor, holding an inflamed woman dressed in black fatigues between them. She was screaming and cursing in between her attempts to kick the Marines holding her. Egon assumed this was part of the SGC training programme.
The Hottie: Clark Kent circa Superman Returns, because Brandon Routh pwns me.
"Aliens?" said Clark Kent.
"Aliens," said Jack O'Neill.
A long pause stretched between them. Jack counted off the Mississipi's in his head, waiting for the usual slurry of broken syllables that tended to follow this revelation.
Instead, Clark said, "Lots of aliens?"
"Lots and *lots* of aliens," said Jack.
Clark made a show of akwardly adjusting his glasses. "I'd, uh, like to meet some aliens, yes. That would be, uh, most educational."
Jack gave him a manly pat on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Good thing you agreed to sign that non-disclosure agreement, didn't you? Miss Lane's going to be mighty disappointed. C'mon, I'll show you the Big O."
Clark shuffled along as guided, and was mildly disappointed that most of the walls were laced with lead.
The Comic Relief: Ted "Theodore" Logan and Bill S. Preston Esquire from Bill & Ted, for they are two halves of the same brain.
"Ready?" Jack said.
"Ready," said Egon, happily balancing a PKE meter in one hand and a zat gun in the other.
"Aye-aye, captain! Err, General," said Clark.
Sarah didn't reply, being too busy working at the Goa'uld handcuffs that now bound her hands together.
Jack turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. Jack adjusted his shades and was just about the release the handbrake when a phone booth landed on the road in front of them in a burst of blue electricity.
"What the hell?" Jack said. He got out of the car, the rest of his shiny new team close by (except Sarah, who was still wrestling with herself in the back seat). There was the sound of two zats being switched on, marking plus points for the twin geeks.
The phone booth door folded open and two boys in ill-coordinated clothes stepped out. They whispered to each other for a moment, and then the tall, dark-haired one took a few steps towards them.
"Hi!" said the gangly youth.
Jack, used to handling strange and unusual things, replied with, "Hi."
"We were just wondering, is this San Dimas?" he asked.
"Nope, you want to go a little more thataway," Jack said, stretching an arm out towards the coast.
"Aww man, I told you, Bill!" said the dark-haired one.
"You're the one who broke it, Ted!" said the blonder one.
"I *did not* break the booth," said Ted. They both exhaled in unison, and then turned to look at him.
"Dude, this is totally heinous of us, and you can totally say no if we're busting your party, but would it be in any way possible for us to get a ride from you gentlemen?" the blonde one, Bill, asked. The two leaned over and saw Sarah, still in the car. "Uh, and lady?"
Jack looked at the two boys, then back at his four-wheel pride and joy. "Sure, why not."
The Challenge: Assemble a superteam from your various fandoms.
Your team must consist of the following:
(1) Team Leader
(1) Warrior
(1) Smartypants
(1) Hottie
(1) Comic Relief
All your superteam members must be from DIFFERENT fandoms.
The Team Leader: Brigadier General Jonathan "Jack" O'Neill, from Stargate SG-1
"What do you mean *all* of them?" Jack yelled, thumping the desk. Technically it was not his desk anymore, but Landry didn't seem to mind.
"All of them, Jack," Landry said, calmly putting upright the frame that had fallen. "I know I said they'd be back by 1100, but they haven't come through yet. We're optimistic, though."
"Yeah, sure, uh-uh," Jack said, glaring through the two layers of glass that stood between him at the metal doughnut that was the Stargate. "I *told* them. Didn't I tell them?"
"Yes, you told them," said Landry.
"Who am I going to take now? And don't say SG-8, I'm not touching that team with a ten-foot pole." Jack glared at nothing for a moment, then sighed. "When SG-1 do report in, tell them thanks, but no thanks."
Jack stalked out from the office, hellbent on finding a shiny new team all by himself. That'd show them.
The Warrior: Sarah Connor, circa Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
The pliers made a satisfied crr-click sound as it snipped through the wire. Once a big enough section was loose, Sarah grabbed it with gloved fingers and tugged it up, revealing just enough space between wire and grass for a human to crawl through.
Her backpack almost got stuck on the crawl in, but Sarah Connor never let a small detail like that get in the way. She glanced around and ducked as a camera made its slow spin towards her location. The camera cheerfully continued along its path, ignoring the intruder.
Sarah cracked her knuckles. She'd been watching this outpost for some time, seeing the strange metal objects come in and out under the tightest of security. It had taken some major hacking to get this far, but she was here, and she was ready.
Cyberdyne had a warehouse here at Cheyenne Mountain, she just knew it.
The Smartypants: Dr. Egon Spengler, Ghostbusters.
From just a page of Colonel Carter's notes, Egon could figure out a way to improve the proton packs' efficiency by at least 150%, plus reduce the energy waste of the sealing ghost trap. Of course, he would not say this because it would be unethical to take the Colonel's well-researched and applied knowledge for commercial gain without her permission.
Then again, Ray would kick his hiney if he didn't take it.
Then *again*, Lee was already eyeing him suspiciously. "Dr. Spengler..." he said.
"What?" Egon said. "I'm doing as you said, the numbers are satisfactory. Colonel Carter has outdone herself this time."
Lee sighed, Egon assumed because of something he said. He sighed a lot, especially whenever Egon mentioned any of the Carter's many successes, most of which had to be reviewed into near-successes by peer adjustments. Egon was just happy to be part of the internal committee to do said adjustments, in return for free sweeps of the SGC compound. Not that anyone had ever seen a ghost on-site. So far.
"Lemme go!"
Egon looked up to see two Marines walk past in the corridor, holding an inflamed woman dressed in black fatigues between them. She was screaming and cursing in between her attempts to kick the Marines holding her. Egon assumed this was part of the SGC training programme.
The Hottie: Clark Kent circa Superman Returns, because Brandon Routh pwns me.
"Aliens?" said Clark Kent.
"Aliens," said Jack O'Neill.
A long pause stretched between them. Jack counted off the Mississipi's in his head, waiting for the usual slurry of broken syllables that tended to follow this revelation.
Instead, Clark said, "Lots of aliens?"
"Lots and *lots* of aliens," said Jack.
Clark made a show of akwardly adjusting his glasses. "I'd, uh, like to meet some aliens, yes. That would be, uh, most educational."
Jack gave him a manly pat on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Good thing you agreed to sign that non-disclosure agreement, didn't you? Miss Lane's going to be mighty disappointed. C'mon, I'll show you the Big O."
Clark shuffled along as guided, and was mildly disappointed that most of the walls were laced with lead.
The Comic Relief: Ted "Theodore" Logan and Bill S. Preston Esquire from Bill & Ted, for they are two halves of the same brain.
"Ready?" Jack said.
"Ready," said Egon, happily balancing a PKE meter in one hand and a zat gun in the other.
"Aye-aye, captain! Err, General," said Clark.
Sarah didn't reply, being too busy working at the Goa'uld handcuffs that now bound her hands together.
Jack turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. Jack adjusted his shades and was just about the release the handbrake when a phone booth landed on the road in front of them in a burst of blue electricity.
"What the hell?" Jack said. He got out of the car, the rest of his shiny new team close by (except Sarah, who was still wrestling with herself in the back seat). There was the sound of two zats being switched on, marking plus points for the twin geeks.
The phone booth door folded open and two boys in ill-coordinated clothes stepped out. They whispered to each other for a moment, and then the tall, dark-haired one took a few steps towards them.
"Hi!" said the gangly youth.
Jack, used to handling strange and unusual things, replied with, "Hi."
"We were just wondering, is this San Dimas?" he asked.
"Nope, you want to go a little more thataway," Jack said, stretching an arm out towards the coast.
"Aww man, I told you, Bill!" said the dark-haired one.
"You're the one who broke it, Ted!" said the blonder one.
"I *did not* break the booth," said Ted. They both exhaled in unison, and then turned to look at him.
"Dude, this is totally heinous of us, and you can totally say no if we're busting your party, but would it be in any way possible for us to get a ride from you gentlemen?" the blonde one, Bill, asked. The two leaned over and saw Sarah, still in the car. "Uh, and lady?"
Jack looked at the two boys, then back at his four-wheel pride and joy. "Sure, why not."