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kixxa.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-11-02 10:34 pm
Time's Needle by Reefrunner (PG-13)
Hi, I'm kixxa, a reader and writer in the wonderful Farscape fandom. I held the reins of this runaway horse back in March and here I am again (this time with a handful of sugarcubes).
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John, Scorpius, Furlow
Author on LJ: I'm not sure if RR is on LJ
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
I love a nice meaty story with a sustained plot, great characterisation and believable dialogue that could have come straight from a weekly episode. Reefrunner takes a complicated plot of wormholes (naturally!) and time travel into an unrealised reality, and also throws in a planetary raping of a vital resource, while adding a multitude of characters with cross-purposes, grudges and hidden agendas.
But make no mistake, Reefrunner is a clear and lucid writer, in control of her plot and a meticulous researcher into technical details and sciences. Even if you're not a fan of Farscape, if you're a fan of sci-fi, this story will appeal to you.
Sometimes, I want to squeeze more from Reefrunner's writing, angst-wise she always stops a little short for me, but that's just my preference. Needless to say, I really enjoyed this fic. I found this story on the Kansas board early one evening and didn't finish reading until several hours later - and I was in the middle of writing a fic of my own at the time.
Time's Needle Parts 1 & 2
Parts 3 & 4
Parts 5 & 6
Parts 7 & 8
For a moment that felt longer than it probably was, John stared down the corridor along the top of his weapon, and three Ponarans stared back. Three to one in this narrow space was not good odds. If he had to fire, he was going to have to be very fast with both his trigger finger and his feet if he was going to take them all out and avoid being injured or killed himself.
The ground shuddered beneath their feet. The Ponarans exchanged quick glances.
“What was that?” one of them asked.
“Secondary explosion?” another guessed.
A fourth Ponaran rounded the corner behind them, slowing as he spotted John. He tilted his horned head to one side, studying the situation. Footsteps gave about two microts warning before Furlow came around the corner, followed by two of the Ponarans who had been in the Plaza with her.
“What’s going on, Ganan?” the fourth arrival asked.
“This is the alien that tried to stop us in the plaza,” the one who’d recommended killing him said. “We were just deciding whether or not to shoot him.”
“Ya thoddo,” Furlow said. “He’s valuable. He’s got translator microbes, plus, he’s got a lot of knowledge and experience with wormholes. Ain’t that right, Johnny?”
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John, Scorpius, Furlow
Author on LJ: I'm not sure if RR is on LJ
Author Website:
Why this must be read:
I love a nice meaty story with a sustained plot, great characterisation and believable dialogue that could have come straight from a weekly episode. Reefrunner takes a complicated plot of wormholes (naturally!) and time travel into an unrealised reality, and also throws in a planetary raping of a vital resource, while adding a multitude of characters with cross-purposes, grudges and hidden agendas.
But make no mistake, Reefrunner is a clear and lucid writer, in control of her plot and a meticulous researcher into technical details and sciences. Even if you're not a fan of Farscape, if you're a fan of sci-fi, this story will appeal to you.
Sometimes, I want to squeeze more from Reefrunner's writing, angst-wise she always stops a little short for me, but that's just my preference. Needless to say, I really enjoyed this fic. I found this story on the Kansas board early one evening and didn't finish reading until several hours later - and I was in the middle of writing a fic of my own at the time.
Time's Needle Parts 1 & 2
Parts 3 & 4
Parts 5 & 6
Parts 7 & 8
For a moment that felt longer than it probably was, John stared down the corridor along the top of his weapon, and three Ponarans stared back. Three to one in this narrow space was not good odds. If he had to fire, he was going to have to be very fast with both his trigger finger and his feet if he was going to take them all out and avoid being injured or killed himself.
The ground shuddered beneath their feet. The Ponarans exchanged quick glances.
“What was that?” one of them asked.
“Secondary explosion?” another guessed.
A fourth Ponaran rounded the corner behind them, slowing as he spotted John. He tilted his horned head to one side, studying the situation. Footsteps gave about two microts warning before Furlow came around the corner, followed by two of the Ponarans who had been in the Plaza with her.
“What’s going on, Ganan?” the fourth arrival asked.
“This is the alien that tried to stop us in the plaza,” the one who’d recommended killing him said. “We were just deciding whether or not to shoot him.”
“Ya thoddo,” Furlow said. “He’s valuable. He’s got translator microbes, plus, he’s got a lot of knowledge and experience with wormholes. Ain’t that right, Johnny?”