this is from the official stargate website...it answered alot of questions that i had thought you all might be intrested in it...it is a journal from a wraith
Entry the first.
"We slept — and while we slept, intruders from distant stars broke through our doors. We have had to rise prematurely, stirring forth from our cells to find this enemy upon us — as well as an opportunity from beyond the horizons.
"Here begin the Annals of the Curator of the Feeding Grounds, in the first rotation of the New Awakening of the Wraith. Further entries forthcoming."
Entry the second.
"Signs have come from among the herd, signs we have not known since the Awakening of the Great War. Our scouts, pursuing these signs, ensnared a group of strange humans trespassing upon the grounds of our stewardship. Their prime male was strong, but our lady, the Keeper of the Sleep, nonetheless took from his mind tidings of his home territory — a fertile world swarming with prey. This world, Earth, is far from here and the route there is unknown, but a banquet spread cannot be ignored. We do not doubt that we will one day reach this bounty and devour it in an orgy of great strengthening and joy.
"Barring our way, however, stand our Ancient Enemies. We know this because more new humans invaded our hive to free those whom our scouts had corralled. Their leader, a persistent beast, bore with him a piece of Enemy technology. He killed the Keeper of the Sleep, whose dying voice triggered our glorious Awakening. The male human then fled our wrath with his fellow creatures. Those of us who pursued him say he learned quickly, teaching his small herd to ignore our deceptive shadows. Surely a mere game animal, however canny, could not accomplish so much, so fast, without help.
"So he has had help — and this means the Enemy Technology is awake. We must therefore assume that the Ancient Enemies themselves, those who built the star portals and the city on the water, are awake as well.
"They are foul perversions. They condemn us merely because humans are the food we must eat. If they could, our Ancient Enemies would forbid us this food until we died of starvation. They deny nature itself in their monstrous arrogance.
"Therefore, we welcome our Ancient Enemies' coming, so that we may finally exterminate them, as is our right. Our people shall not be hungry."
"Entry the third.
The dance of departure is intricate, yet for now, my own tasks remain simple. There is much for me to record, but little for me to do until we begin to visit our feeding grounds.
"My kin finished our Awakening swiftly and then began a reckoning of our numbers in this hive. Twenty-four of us will never need food again: Most were killed by the pack of humans that invaded us, while several others were simply unable to Awaken. Their energies live on within us, however, giving us strength to avenge and honor them.
"Having Awakened our bodies, we began to awaken our hive itself, igniting its fuels and fires. We have slept so long that trees have grown over the hive as they would over a mountain. Surely this immensity of size and time must awe the weak-minded humans! To us, though, it is trivial: My predecessor thrice-removed wrote of Awakening from a great sleep to find his hive buried beneath a glacier on a planet that was much changed. Not even ice could freeze his hive's fires permanently, and mere trees mean nothing to us now.
"Indeed, as we depart, I feel the hive shudder and rumble beneath me, and, like all of us, I want to feed it, to feed ourselves, to make the hunger stop. Hunger is the great bane.
"If the void between stars were not the road we travel to our feasts, I would despise it. The blackness is a wasteland that devours energy for no purpose, and the stars peer at us like the dead eyes of starved ancestors. Still, as those cold lights slip past, I am growing pleased. We are going to the herds, where I will count and manage the culling, and where we will feed.
"Though I am thus focused on the journey ahead, I also wonder if the pack of humans will return to the planet where we so lately slept. Surely their blind animal arrogance will bring them nosing after us again. They will be cowed, however, by what we have left behind us. Our warriors await them, and other, more ancient threats prowl the forests there as well.
"It would be a nourishing thing to see those humans die."
Entry the fourth.
"A tiny insect cannot toy with a human because the human's intellect and stature are so much greater. Similarly, a human cannot toy with the Wraith because we are such greater creatures. These facts are self-evident, incontrovertible.
"But it is almost as if the humans are toying with us, nonetheless.…
"In our last Awakening, we lost all contact with a scout ship we sent to one of our most fertile feeding grounds. We never received a signal from the scout's distress beacon. When we investigated, we found the populated parts of the planet protected by a mysterious energy field, which caused all our weapons to malfunction. We never discovered if this was a natural phenomenon or some stealthy act of our Ancient enemies; we only knew for certain that the planet's herd had not caused it, because such an achievement was far beyond their meager abilities. Many of them still used bows and arrows, which had always posed a quaint and charming challenge to our hunters.
"With great regret, I was forced to put the planet under interdiction. No Wraith has been there since; I do not know whether the herd has thrived or not. I wonder if they miss us, or remember us with fear and respect? Does the herd mourn the absence of the herdsmen, or do such creatures lack the imagination to recall their stewards?
"Regardless, our hive ship received a mysterious signal recently. When we traced it, we found it coming from the interdicted planet. It was the distress beacon of the long-lost scout, calling us like a prodigal child. We dispatched a probe to investigate, and, remarkably, the probe functioned properly at first. The energy field had apparently collapsed at last.
"I was eagerly awaiting the return of the probe and its data when, suddenly, its telemetry disappeared from our scans. The energy field must have returned.
"This is why I say that it seems as if the humans are toying with us. They aren't, of course. More likely, the energy field is losing strength naturally, beginning to flicker on and off. Indeed, I hope it will soon collapse. Accordingly, I have ordered that probes visit the planet periodically to check.
"But in these uncertain times, when the rebel humans are hunting their hunters and our Ancient enemies are whispering in the shadows, it is becoming easier to imagine upheavals in the great natural order that sustains us — even to imagine that the humans are growing smart enough to attempt manipulating us.
"Still, I cannot imagine an upheaval great enough to unseat us. We are Wraith. We shall always feed."
Entry the first.
"We slept — and while we slept, intruders from distant stars broke through our doors. We have had to rise prematurely, stirring forth from our cells to find this enemy upon us — as well as an opportunity from beyond the horizons.
"Here begin the Annals of the Curator of the Feeding Grounds, in the first rotation of the New Awakening of the Wraith. Further entries forthcoming."
Entry the second.
"Signs have come from among the herd, signs we have not known since the Awakening of the Great War. Our scouts, pursuing these signs, ensnared a group of strange humans trespassing upon the grounds of our stewardship. Their prime male was strong, but our lady, the Keeper of the Sleep, nonetheless took from his mind tidings of his home territory — a fertile world swarming with prey. This world, Earth, is far from here and the route there is unknown, but a banquet spread cannot be ignored. We do not doubt that we will one day reach this bounty and devour it in an orgy of great strengthening and joy.
"Barring our way, however, stand our Ancient Enemies. We know this because more new humans invaded our hive to free those whom our scouts had corralled. Their leader, a persistent beast, bore with him a piece of Enemy technology. He killed the Keeper of the Sleep, whose dying voice triggered our glorious Awakening. The male human then fled our wrath with his fellow creatures. Those of us who pursued him say he learned quickly, teaching his small herd to ignore our deceptive shadows. Surely a mere game animal, however canny, could not accomplish so much, so fast, without help.
"So he has had help — and this means the Enemy Technology is awake. We must therefore assume that the Ancient Enemies themselves, those who built the star portals and the city on the water, are awake as well.
"They are foul perversions. They condemn us merely because humans are the food we must eat. If they could, our Ancient Enemies would forbid us this food until we died of starvation. They deny nature itself in their monstrous arrogance.
"Therefore, we welcome our Ancient Enemies' coming, so that we may finally exterminate them, as is our right. Our people shall not be hungry."
"Entry the third.
The dance of departure is intricate, yet for now, my own tasks remain simple. There is much for me to record, but little for me to do until we begin to visit our feeding grounds.
"My kin finished our Awakening swiftly and then began a reckoning of our numbers in this hive. Twenty-four of us will never need food again: Most were killed by the pack of humans that invaded us, while several others were simply unable to Awaken. Their energies live on within us, however, giving us strength to avenge and honor them.
"Having Awakened our bodies, we began to awaken our hive itself, igniting its fuels and fires. We have slept so long that trees have grown over the hive as they would over a mountain. Surely this immensity of size and time must awe the weak-minded humans! To us, though, it is trivial: My predecessor thrice-removed wrote of Awakening from a great sleep to find his hive buried beneath a glacier on a planet that was much changed. Not even ice could freeze his hive's fires permanently, and mere trees mean nothing to us now.
"Indeed, as we depart, I feel the hive shudder and rumble beneath me, and, like all of us, I want to feed it, to feed ourselves, to make the hunger stop. Hunger is the great bane.
"If the void between stars were not the road we travel to our feasts, I would despise it. The blackness is a wasteland that devours energy for no purpose, and the stars peer at us like the dead eyes of starved ancestors. Still, as those cold lights slip past, I am growing pleased. We are going to the herds, where I will count and manage the culling, and where we will feed.
"Though I am thus focused on the journey ahead, I also wonder if the pack of humans will return to the planet where we so lately slept. Surely their blind animal arrogance will bring them nosing after us again. They will be cowed, however, by what we have left behind us. Our warriors await them, and other, more ancient threats prowl the forests there as well.
"It would be a nourishing thing to see those humans die."
Entry the fourth.
"A tiny insect cannot toy with a human because the human's intellect and stature are so much greater. Similarly, a human cannot toy with the Wraith because we are such greater creatures. These facts are self-evident, incontrovertible.
"But it is almost as if the humans are toying with us, nonetheless.…
"In our last Awakening, we lost all contact with a scout ship we sent to one of our most fertile feeding grounds. We never received a signal from the scout's distress beacon. When we investigated, we found the populated parts of the planet protected by a mysterious energy field, which caused all our weapons to malfunction. We never discovered if this was a natural phenomenon or some stealthy act of our Ancient enemies; we only knew for certain that the planet's herd had not caused it, because such an achievement was far beyond their meager abilities. Many of them still used bows and arrows, which had always posed a quaint and charming challenge to our hunters.
"With great regret, I was forced to put the planet under interdiction. No Wraith has been there since; I do not know whether the herd has thrived or not. I wonder if they miss us, or remember us with fear and respect? Does the herd mourn the absence of the herdsmen, or do such creatures lack the imagination to recall their stewards?
"Regardless, our hive ship received a mysterious signal recently. When we traced it, we found it coming from the interdicted planet. It was the distress beacon of the long-lost scout, calling us like a prodigal child. We dispatched a probe to investigate, and, remarkably, the probe functioned properly at first. The energy field had apparently collapsed at last.
"I was eagerly awaiting the return of the probe and its data when, suddenly, its telemetry disappeared from our scans. The energy field must have returned.
"This is why I say that it seems as if the humans are toying with us. They aren't, of course. More likely, the energy field is losing strength naturally, beginning to flicker on and off. Indeed, I hope it will soon collapse. Accordingly, I have ordered that probes visit the planet periodically to check.
"But in these uncertain times, when the rebel humans are hunting their hunters and our Ancient enemies are whispering in the shadows, it is becoming easier to imagine upheavals in the great natural order that sustains us — even to imagine that the humans are growing smart enough to attempt manipulating us.
"Still, I cannot imagine an upheaval great enough to unseat us. We are Wraith. We shall always feed."
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