I figured I'd post this story I wrote in 2003. It was an Indiana Jones/Stargate crossover (d'oh). I recovered it from the web archive and thought... well, why not? It has 16 parts, which seems extraordinarily long. Ha.

Indiana Jones and the Ring of Ra
(A story I wrote in 2003)

1939, Egypt

Part 1

Indy pushed his hat up, wiping his hand across his sweaty forehead. It didn't seem possible that a couple of years earlier he'd been teaching Egyptology to a class of chattering students. His life had become increasingly complicated since finding the Holy Grail. He'd made a lot of enemies since being drawn into the affairs of the Nazis for a second time. He had no doubt that his continued existence owed as much to fate as anything else.

Tensions were high across Europe. Germany had invaded Poland, all out war was likely to break out at any moment, and Indy was stuck on the wrong side of the Atlantic. There was no easy way to get back to America. In the old days he'd have presumed Egypt would be safe, but even amongst the sand dunes there were signs of military activity. Even amongst the pyramids.

He sighed, pausing as he reached the top of the dune. Shielding his eyes, he looked out across the desert. He knew that if the worst came to the worst, British troops would soon be fighting amongst these dunes. Whether they would win, he didn't know. He did know, however, that their tanks weren't as good as those of the Germans. Superior weaponry isn't everything, but it's certainly important.

Indy reached into his bag for the binoculars. A line of vehicles was throwing dust up into the sky. He watched as they progressed along the horizon. Their presence meant he was close. The thing he was looking for had to be here somewhere.

He let the binoculars hang around his neck, and fished out the telegram that had started it all. Henry Jones was impossible once he'd got an idea in his head, even if it meant his son would end up stuck in a desert thousands of miles from home. At least by agreeing to help he'd kept his dad safely among his books...

Smoothing out the piece of paper he reread the message.

OUR FRIENDS AFTER ARTEFACT IN GIZA STOP PROF LANGFORD HELPING UNDER DURESS STOP MUST FIND IT FIRST STOP HJ

What was this artefact that he was supposed to find first? Why were a group of Nazi soldiers after it? And who was this Professor Langford? Obviously an old friend of his father's. If he continued to follow the soldiers, he'd always be one step behind them. He needed some leads.

The convoy disappeared into the distance. He had no doubt that they were heading back to Cairo.

Carefully, he put the binoculars back into his knapsack and headed back to his jeep. He needed a drink and he knew of a particularly fine watering hole in Cairo.

Perhaps it was time to do some socialising.

posted by Fiery Fred @ 10:40 PM