STILL ALIVE
Apr. 17th, 2007 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianI know I haven't posted forever, and I'm sorry. I'm still here, still writing, still alive. In the past couple of months I finally moved out of my parents' house and got my own place, so I've been very busy unpacking and organizing and all. Plus I don't have internet there. My work has also picked up, with both of my part-time jobs becoming progressively more stressful and energy-consuming. I'm busy, but mostly happy. And I'm still working on Familiar Strangers, and here's some proof!
The shiny white and black whorls of hyperspace elongated, stretched thin to the point that it seemed that the fabric of reality must tear at any moment, then snapped into the pinpoint stars and ethereal radiation of normal space-time. They were . . . they were . . . hmm. They were somewhere.
“Where are we, Carter?” Jack asked, glancing at his team.
Carter blinked, still gazing fixedly out the front windshield or porthole or whatever. “We’re . . . we’re . . .”
“We’re approaching a planet,” Daniel said.
The major nodded. “Yeah, that.”
As usual, Teal’c just stood there, disregarding the silly, uncultured Tau’ri. No doubt he had approached hundreds of planets from space. The cockpit was just a tad crowded with the six of them jammed in here (Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were still in the ship’s lounge, the Padawan asleep, the Master not), but the team from the Milky Way wouldn’t have missed this for anything.
“This is Coruscant,” Nik’lai Hayde said, grinning affably up at them from his seat. Beside him, Lindle bounced irrepressibly in his own chair, occasionally stretching over the console (obviously not built for the use of a ten-year-old) to punch a button or adjust a lever. Each time Jack hoped that he wasn’t going to kill them all.
“It’s . . . pretty.”
It was all Jack could offer. On the dayside the planet glowed metallic in the sunlight, and on the nightside a billion lights twinkled and burned in golden rivers. Not really an Emerald City. More like a Ruby and Jet and Tiger’s Eye City. Oh, and a white-gray one, with all that metal, turned molten by sunshine. Moonstone City? Probably. All of ‘em together.
“Some say that the name ‘Coruscant’ comes from the Corusca gem,” Nik’lai said, “referring, I suppose, to the way light shines both on the gem and on the planet, and flares across it as across the multi-faceted planes of a well-cut jewel. But millennia ago the planet must have had a different name, for how could a pre-space culture have known that the entire planet glittered like a jewel? The older name has been lost, of course, perhaps before the Republic was founded, years and years and years ago, beyond the reach of even our most ancient histories.”
Daniel nodded thoughtfully, blue eyes gleaming deep with scholarly joy. The kid was right at home, here. “And in future millennia, perhaps it will have another name yet.”
But Nik’lai frowned at this. “I hope not. For that would mean that the entire galaxy has been re-ordered, and the Republic lost irretrievably. I cannot see how that could be a good thing.”
“All civilizations fall,” Daniel murmured, so lowly that the Jedi Master might have missed it. Or at least could pretend that he had.
Eh, that's all you get for now. Stay tuned!
The shiny white and black whorls of hyperspace elongated, stretched thin to the point that it seemed that the fabric of reality must tear at any moment, then snapped into the pinpoint stars and ethereal radiation of normal space-time. They were . . . they were . . . hmm. They were somewhere.
“Where are we, Carter?” Jack asked, glancing at his team.
Carter blinked, still gazing fixedly out the front windshield or porthole or whatever. “We’re . . . we’re . . .”
“We’re approaching a planet,” Daniel said.
The major nodded. “Yeah, that.”
As usual, Teal’c just stood there, disregarding the silly, uncultured Tau’ri. No doubt he had approached hundreds of planets from space. The cockpit was just a tad crowded with the six of them jammed in here (Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were still in the ship’s lounge, the Padawan asleep, the Master not), but the team from the Milky Way wouldn’t have missed this for anything.
“This is Coruscant,” Nik’lai Hayde said, grinning affably up at them from his seat. Beside him, Lindle bounced irrepressibly in his own chair, occasionally stretching over the console (obviously not built for the use of a ten-year-old) to punch a button or adjust a lever. Each time Jack hoped that he wasn’t going to kill them all.
“It’s . . . pretty.”
It was all Jack could offer. On the dayside the planet glowed metallic in the sunlight, and on the nightside a billion lights twinkled and burned in golden rivers. Not really an Emerald City. More like a Ruby and Jet and Tiger’s Eye City. Oh, and a white-gray one, with all that metal, turned molten by sunshine. Moonstone City? Probably. All of ‘em together.
“Some say that the name ‘Coruscant’ comes from the Corusca gem,” Nik’lai said, “referring, I suppose, to the way light shines both on the gem and on the planet, and flares across it as across the multi-faceted planes of a well-cut jewel. But millennia ago the planet must have had a different name, for how could a pre-space culture have known that the entire planet glittered like a jewel? The older name has been lost, of course, perhaps before the Republic was founded, years and years and years ago, beyond the reach of even our most ancient histories.”
Daniel nodded thoughtfully, blue eyes gleaming deep with scholarly joy. The kid was right at home, here. “And in future millennia, perhaps it will have another name yet.”
But Nik’lai frowned at this. “I hope not. For that would mean that the entire galaxy has been re-ordered, and the Republic lost irretrievably. I cannot see how that could be a good thing.”
“All civilizations fall,” Daniel murmured, so lowly that the Jedi Master might have missed it. Or at least could pretend that he had.
Eh, that's all you get for now. Stay tuned!
