Cracktastic crossover, incomplete
May. 19th, 2005 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdThe air was clean.
This in itself was a novelty. Han Solo had encountered air on more planets than he could remember, but never anything so pure. No hydrocarbons, no industrial wastes, nothing, just clear air that smelled of chlorophyll from the green ground-cover and trees.
He had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was reaching for the hyperdrive levers, and everything going black instead of streaky.
He got up from where he was sitting under a tree and started wandering toward a low hill he could see in the distance.
The first thing Jean-Luc Picard smelled was lavender. Fresh lavender, like his mother used to grow in hanging baskets when he was a child. He opened his eyes to a sky that looked like home. Ridiculous, of course. Enterprise was nowhere near Earth.
He was sitting under a tree, an alder, and a brook flowed nearby. Grapevines terraced a hill on the other side of the brook. He made his way across a line of stepping stones and walked toward the vineyard.
The man just cresting the hill walked with a pilot’s rangy swagger, his hand near his weapon. Picard found he had no phaser, so raised his hands as the stranger drew closer, holding them palm forward near his chest.
He made eye contact and said “I’m Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise.”
This in itself was a novelty. Han Solo had encountered air on more planets than he could remember, but never anything so pure. No hydrocarbons, no industrial wastes, nothing, just clear air that smelled of chlorophyll from the green ground-cover and trees.
He had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was reaching for the hyperdrive levers, and everything going black instead of streaky.
He got up from where he was sitting under a tree and started wandering toward a low hill he could see in the distance.
The first thing Jean-Luc Picard smelled was lavender. Fresh lavender, like his mother used to grow in hanging baskets when he was a child. He opened his eyes to a sky that looked like home. Ridiculous, of course. Enterprise was nowhere near Earth.
He was sitting under a tree, an alder, and a brook flowed nearby. Grapevines terraced a hill on the other side of the brook. He made his way across a line of stepping stones and walked toward the vineyard.
The man just cresting the hill walked with a pilot’s rangy swagger, his hand near his weapon. Picard found he had no phaser, so raised his hands as the stranger drew closer, holding them palm forward near his chest.
He made eye contact and said “I’m Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise.”
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Date: 2005-05-20 01:00 am (UTC)Hmm.....
Date: 2005-05-20 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 02:16 am (UTC)It's a challenge. Aslan is going to show up too.
I'm usually around on Sat. I know you've had computer problems.
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Date: 2005-05-20 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 02:41 am (UTC)Two characters of whom I'm mightily fond. Suave, brainy Picard and swaggering, swashbuckling Han.
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Date: 2005-05-20 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 02:05 pm (UTC)