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The Raptor Chronicles by Denim n Lace (PG-13)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Destinies Entwined
Why this must be read:
This AU is just shy of being a crossover with Star Trek. Denim n Lace borrowed the setting but no characters for this fast-paced space opera. In this universe empaths are known, but Sentinels aren't.
Captain Simon Banks pleads with his old friend Jim Ellison to take on the job of Security Chief on his new ship, the Raptor, unaware that since returning from a disastrous mission that isolated him for 18 months, Jim thinks he is going crazy. Jim goes to give Simon his regrets but once on board he meets Chief Science Officer, and empath, Dr. Blair Sandburg, who has been searching for a Sentinel almost his whole life.
The Raptor is charged with bringing order to the lawless Neutral Zone, but even before leaving space dock sabotage endangers the mission. Sentinel and Guide are barely bonded before being thrown into frenetic, seat-of-your-pants action.
Read an Excerpt
"The problem?" Baccus hissed back, "the problem is that from what Ellison's told me, you two have an empath there that is in empathic shock. He won't be able to put up the necessary mental barriers to stove off the emotions of others. He'll go insane, or die if he isn't put into stasis as soon as possible, until we can get him to a better equipped medical center!"
"I understand your concern Doctor, but there are three things that you need to consider in this." Banks responded calmly. "Firstly, the stasis tubes are on the medical center level. How are we supposed to get an unconscious man there while the turbo-lifts are down, and the only inter-level access we've got is the maintenance shafts?" Banks waited for a moment, and decided that the frustrated silence that came from the communication panel spoke for its self. "Secondly, in spite of your early concerns about Dr Sandburg and Commander Ellison's mental health, they have repeatedly proven that Dr Sandburg's diagnosis of Ellison's condition was accurate. Considering the… rarity… of that condition, I seriously doubt any of the files in the medical computer deal with the medical needs of Sentinels and Guides." ... "In fact, as far as I am aware, the only expert on their condition is Dr Sandburg; although I'm sure that you're aware of how much time Dr Sandburg had spent with Commander Ellison bringing him up to speed with what's happening to them. That means, as Dr Sandburg is presently incapacitated, Ellison is the closest thing to an expert that we have available, wouldn't you say, Doctor?"
"Yes, Sir," Baccus sounded as though she were talking through clenched teeth, before continuing defiantly, "although Sandburg is still an empath, and as such has very specialized needs…"
"And Commander Ellison is a trained med tech, and has undoubtedly taken those needs into consideration." Banks continued smoothly, effectively cutting the woman off mid-rant. "Thirdly, and this is my major concern, most of the ship's sensors are down, as you are undoubtedly already aware."
"Yes Sir," Baccus responded, and for the first time, Banks was allowed to hear some of the level of weariness and frustration that she must be feeling in her voice, "My people are all being forced to use hand held medical tricorders to assist in making diagnosis's. The med computer is pretty much non-functional. Only the portable equipment is working, and even some of that was damaged during the initial attack. I've got an engineer down here who's jury-rigged some of the stasis tubes to a functioning portable generator, to take the worst of the injured but…" The woman sounded exhausted as she trailed off, and Banks felt his heart go out to both her and her staff. Things couldn't be easy down there at the moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Banks could see that Ellison was looking vaguely uncomfortable. Baccus was right. She did have better things to be doing than arguing with them. "…we're not having a hell of a lot of fun down here, Captain." Baccus finished miserably.
"I know." Banks affirmed gently, "And that's the main reason that I need Sandburg conscious and functioning. Ellison's proven how effective his enhanced senses are at tracking and exterminating the invading forces that are adding to your workload, but in order for Ellison to be fully functional, he needs Sandburg. I'm aware that there are probably risks associated with what I'm asking you to help us with, but right now there are a great many more lives on the line than just Blair Sandburg's."
There was silence for a moment, before Baccus responded icily. "Just as long as it goes on record about how uncomfortable I am with this." The doctor's tinny voice sounded unspeakably angry again suddenly. "And as long as you two are both aware that this could, conceivably, kill him."
The Raptor Chronicles
Pairing: none (gen)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Destinies Entwined
Why this must be read:
This AU is just shy of being a crossover with Star Trek. Denim n Lace borrowed the setting but no characters for this fast-paced space opera. In this universe empaths are known, but Sentinels aren't.
Captain Simon Banks pleads with his old friend Jim Ellison to take on the job of Security Chief on his new ship, the Raptor, unaware that since returning from a disastrous mission that isolated him for 18 months, Jim thinks he is going crazy. Jim goes to give Simon his regrets but once on board he meets Chief Science Officer, and empath, Dr. Blair Sandburg, who has been searching for a Sentinel almost his whole life.
The Raptor is charged with bringing order to the lawless Neutral Zone, but even before leaving space dock sabotage endangers the mission. Sentinel and Guide are barely bonded before being thrown into frenetic, seat-of-your-pants action.
Read an Excerpt
"The problem?" Baccus hissed back, "the problem is that from what Ellison's told me, you two have an empath there that is in empathic shock. He won't be able to put up the necessary mental barriers to stove off the emotions of others. He'll go insane, or die if he isn't put into stasis as soon as possible, until we can get him to a better equipped medical center!"
"I understand your concern Doctor, but there are three things that you need to consider in this." Banks responded calmly. "Firstly, the stasis tubes are on the medical center level. How are we supposed to get an unconscious man there while the turbo-lifts are down, and the only inter-level access we've got is the maintenance shafts?" Banks waited for a moment, and decided that the frustrated silence that came from the communication panel spoke for its self. "Secondly, in spite of your early concerns about Dr Sandburg and Commander Ellison's mental health, they have repeatedly proven that Dr Sandburg's diagnosis of Ellison's condition was accurate. Considering the… rarity… of that condition, I seriously doubt any of the files in the medical computer deal with the medical needs of Sentinels and Guides." ... "In fact, as far as I am aware, the only expert on their condition is Dr Sandburg; although I'm sure that you're aware of how much time Dr Sandburg had spent with Commander Ellison bringing him up to speed with what's happening to them. That means, as Dr Sandburg is presently incapacitated, Ellison is the closest thing to an expert that we have available, wouldn't you say, Doctor?"
"Yes, Sir," Baccus sounded as though she were talking through clenched teeth, before continuing defiantly, "although Sandburg is still an empath, and as such has very specialized needs…"
"And Commander Ellison is a trained med tech, and has undoubtedly taken those needs into consideration." Banks continued smoothly, effectively cutting the woman off mid-rant. "Thirdly, and this is my major concern, most of the ship's sensors are down, as you are undoubtedly already aware."
"Yes Sir," Baccus responded, and for the first time, Banks was allowed to hear some of the level of weariness and frustration that she must be feeling in her voice, "My people are all being forced to use hand held medical tricorders to assist in making diagnosis's. The med computer is pretty much non-functional. Only the portable equipment is working, and even some of that was damaged during the initial attack. I've got an engineer down here who's jury-rigged some of the stasis tubes to a functioning portable generator, to take the worst of the injured but…" The woman sounded exhausted as she trailed off, and Banks felt his heart go out to both her and her staff. Things couldn't be easy down there at the moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Banks could see that Ellison was looking vaguely uncomfortable. Baccus was right. She did have better things to be doing than arguing with them. "…we're not having a hell of a lot of fun down here, Captain." Baccus finished miserably.
"I know." Banks affirmed gently, "And that's the main reason that I need Sandburg conscious and functioning. Ellison's proven how effective his enhanced senses are at tracking and exterminating the invading forces that are adding to your workload, but in order for Ellison to be fully functional, he needs Sandburg. I'm aware that there are probably risks associated with what I'm asking you to help us with, but right now there are a great many more lives on the line than just Blair Sandburg's."
There was silence for a moment, before Baccus responded icily. "Just as long as it goes on record about how uncomfortable I am with this." The doctor's tinny voice sounded unspeakably angry again suddenly. "And as long as you two are both aware that this could, conceivably, kill him."
The Raptor Chronicles