Plot Bunny: How about a New K.R/Stargate crossover?
Moderators: neps, Matthew, Michael Pajaro
-
PunkMaister
- FLAG Assistant
- Posts: 659
- Joined: Mon Feb 25, 2008 8:52 pm
Plot Bunny: How about a New K.R/Stargate crossover?
I have a plot bunny idea for a crossover fanfic between the new K.R show and Stargate that would also re-introduce old cast members including Michael Long and Bonnie into the fray as the current Michael Night (Michael Knight Jr) and KITT stumble accross a criminal empire run by former system lord Athena. Athena manages to escape offworld and recruted by homeworrd security along with KITT to capture her. Torres shady past includes dealings with the NID and neither the SGC or Michael Long is happy to have him around in fact Michael decks Torres when he learns not only that he is behind his son misterous past but also that he greenlighted the offworld mission. Well you kind off get the picture. So this plot bunny is here for anyone that may want to step up to the challenge...
-
CJaguar442
- FLAG Assistant
- Posts: 550
- Joined: Tue Jul 25, 2006 3:23 pm
- What year did the original Knight Rider start: 0
- Location: Boston, Massachusetts
- Contact:
Re: Plot Bunny: How about a New K.R/Stargate crossover?
dial the the gate dr. jackson and sg1 you have a go
Re-elect Mayor Goldie wilson, Progress is his middle name!
Save the Clocktower!
Go Boston Red Sox! Go Boston Bruins! Go Boston Celtics!
Go the distance and he will come!
Save the Clocktower!
Go Boston Red Sox! Go Boston Bruins! Go Boston Celtics!
Go the distance and he will come!
-
gumnut
- Volunteer
- Posts: 11
- Joined: Sat Jan 08, 2005 7:27 pm
- What year did the original Knight Rider start: 0
- Location: Australia
- Contact:
Re: Plot Bunny: How about a New K.R/Stargate crossover?
I don't know about a KR 2008/Stargate crossover, but I once wrote a scene that would have started a KR/Stargate crossover 
Untitled Scene
Possible SG/KR crossover
By Gumnut
May 2004
Michael ducked under the man's punch, feeling the breeze of abruptly displaced air tousle his hair. In a split second he recognised his opponent's shift in stance and flung himself to the floor as the punch was quickly followed by a kick that ultimately he was unable to avoid. It rammed into his ribs and he felt the bones creak under strain.
Damn this guy was good.
He rolled to the left, knowing he only had a second before that kick would be followed by a close relative. Flipping his upper body around he aimed to catch that foot when it made the attempt. Sure enough his hands met boot and he grabbed, his opponent suddenly finding himself flat on his back. Michael used the opportunity to spin on to his knees and dance to his feet, breath straining against the pain in his side.
Unfortunately he had no time to do anything else because the man somehow made it to his feet simultaneously and launched yet another attack.
God, this was getting tiresome.
Michael spun and attempted to take out some teeth with his foot, but again found himself lacking, as this time it was his foot that was grabbed and twisted, flipping his body in midair, and slamming him into the hard concrete floor. His lungs collapsed with a whoosh, and something snapped, a bright arc of pain sparking across his eyesight.
He was momentarily stunned, and it was all that was needed for a boot to be shoved between his shoulder blades.
"Give it up, you can not win." The man's voice was throaty, and Michael wondered if he had managed to swallow his own ego and get it stuck in his larynx in the process.
Michael gritted his teeth at the pressure on his now broken ribs and spat words onto the cold floor. "I never give up, you bastard." Yelling out in pain, he wrenched himself around, upsetting the other man's balance, and with a flick of his wrist, flinging him once again to the floor.
This time, breath or no breath, Michael forced himself off the floor and made a run for it. "Ki-"
His yell for his partner was interrupted by said partner taking out one side of the building with his prow, brick, mortar, and foundation crumbling into a choking cloud of dust. A black door was flung open and Michael leapt over the rubble to reach the security of the car.
He almost made it.
"Michael!"
An iron fist clamped on to his ankle, aborting his landing, and he stumbled, his head coming down hard against the jam of the car door, a wrist banging painfully against something else equally as unforgiving.
Abruptly Michael found himself shoved up hard against the Trans Am, an immovable grip wrapped around his neck, spots dancing before his eyes, his breath barely making it past his throat.
"Not as easy as you think." The man sneered at him.
Who the hell does he think he is?
His defiance must have shown in his eyes, because the restriction around his throat suddenly cut off all his air.
His vision swam. Kitt?
"You pathetic humans are always so predictable. And so easy to subjugate." The voice held distain and contempt. "Sometimes I don't know why we bother."
Michael struggled, bringing his knee up in a last desperate attempt at freedom, suddenly becoming aware that all may not be what it seemed.
The other man swore something unintelligible, grabbing one of Michael's arms and simply wrenching it to dislocation.
Michael could do little to hold back the scream. But as his sight faded, pain dragging him towards oblivion, one last thing caught his attention and etched an image into his brain.
The man swore unintelligibly in anger.
And his eyes glowed.
TBC?
Nutty
(it was only logical)
Untitled Scene
Possible SG/KR crossover
By Gumnut
May 2004
Michael ducked under the man's punch, feeling the breeze of abruptly displaced air tousle his hair. In a split second he recognised his opponent's shift in stance and flung himself to the floor as the punch was quickly followed by a kick that ultimately he was unable to avoid. It rammed into his ribs and he felt the bones creak under strain.
Damn this guy was good.
He rolled to the left, knowing he only had a second before that kick would be followed by a close relative. Flipping his upper body around he aimed to catch that foot when it made the attempt. Sure enough his hands met boot and he grabbed, his opponent suddenly finding himself flat on his back. Michael used the opportunity to spin on to his knees and dance to his feet, breath straining against the pain in his side.
Unfortunately he had no time to do anything else because the man somehow made it to his feet simultaneously and launched yet another attack.
God, this was getting tiresome.
Michael spun and attempted to take out some teeth with his foot, but again found himself lacking, as this time it was his foot that was grabbed and twisted, flipping his body in midair, and slamming him into the hard concrete floor. His lungs collapsed with a whoosh, and something snapped, a bright arc of pain sparking across his eyesight.
He was momentarily stunned, and it was all that was needed for a boot to be shoved between his shoulder blades.
"Give it up, you can not win." The man's voice was throaty, and Michael wondered if he had managed to swallow his own ego and get it stuck in his larynx in the process.
Michael gritted his teeth at the pressure on his now broken ribs and spat words onto the cold floor. "I never give up, you bastard." Yelling out in pain, he wrenched himself around, upsetting the other man's balance, and with a flick of his wrist, flinging him once again to the floor.
This time, breath or no breath, Michael forced himself off the floor and made a run for it. "Ki-"
His yell for his partner was interrupted by said partner taking out one side of the building with his prow, brick, mortar, and foundation crumbling into a choking cloud of dust. A black door was flung open and Michael leapt over the rubble to reach the security of the car.
He almost made it.
"Michael!"
An iron fist clamped on to his ankle, aborting his landing, and he stumbled, his head coming down hard against the jam of the car door, a wrist banging painfully against something else equally as unforgiving.
Abruptly Michael found himself shoved up hard against the Trans Am, an immovable grip wrapped around his neck, spots dancing before his eyes, his breath barely making it past his throat.
"Not as easy as you think." The man sneered at him.
Who the hell does he think he is?
His defiance must have shown in his eyes, because the restriction around his throat suddenly cut off all his air.
His vision swam. Kitt?
"You pathetic humans are always so predictable. And so easy to subjugate." The voice held distain and contempt. "Sometimes I don't know why we bother."
Michael struggled, bringing his knee up in a last desperate attempt at freedom, suddenly becoming aware that all may not be what it seemed.
The other man swore something unintelligible, grabbing one of Michael's arms and simply wrenching it to dislocation.
Michael could do little to hold back the scream. But as his sight faded, pain dragging him towards oblivion, one last thing caught his attention and etched an image into his brain.
The man swore unintelligibly in anger.
And his eyes glowed.
TBC?
Nutty
(it was only logical
)Off the edge, but learning to fly.
