Originally posted by scifan
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Thanks WL and Nina.
Originally posted by scifan
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Here's another sig, but not quite sure yet what to put for the text yet.
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I was thinking, "In loving memory" but I'm not sure.
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Originally posted by MrsB108
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Round Robin Part 8
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The waking moments directly after the deep slumber courtesy of a Wraith stunner blast have never been pleasant and today was no exception. Colonel Sheppard woke groggily and immediately placed the bottom palm of his left hand to his forehead to help him ease the insistent throb of pain. Remembering quickly what had happened, he sat up and looked around wildly realizing that he was in the exact same spot where he had been hit, only now dark had fallen and the smooth blue moon in the sky and the small sprinkling of stars were the only comfort in sight.
No Teyla beside him, no Ronon or Rodney anywhere to be found; only the scattered corpses of Athosians, men and women alike, strewn across the land; their lumpy forms dark shadows in the night.
Sheppard immediately tapped his earpiece. “Ronon – McKay – Come in…….”
Nothing.
“This is Sheppard. Come in!” His voice became more and more insistent with each syllable.
Static crackled in return to his ears and a nervous lump rose hurriedly in his throat. He stood shakily and put his hand instinctively to his now-empty holster and cursed lightly under his breath at the realization that his weapon was missing.
Squinting his eyes though the night, he could make out the outline of small homes and tents clustered together along the nearby rivers edge.The moon reflected eerily against the rushing water and Sheppard felt out of place to be standing by something so serene when all he felt around him was death.
Throughout the long length of homes he searched as he ran by them, no campfires remained lit, no lanterns hung brightly from their posts; save one. At the very end of the stretch, Sheppard’s eyes widened at the twinkling of one lone light that beckoned to him like a wayward beacon of hope.
It was from a small house built of stone and wood. Sheppard stealthily approached and peered in the slightly ajar window.
No Teyla beside him, no Ronon or Rodney anywhere to be found; only the scattered corpses of Athosians, men and women alike, strewn across the land; their lumpy forms dark shadows in the night.
Sheppard immediately tapped his earpiece. “Ronon – McKay – Come in…….”
Nothing.
“This is Sheppard. Come in!” His voice became more and more insistent with each syllable.
Static crackled in return to his ears and a nervous lump rose hurriedly in his throat. He stood shakily and put his hand instinctively to his now-empty holster and cursed lightly under his breath at the realization that his weapon was missing.
Squinting his eyes though the night, he could make out the outline of small homes and tents clustered together along the nearby rivers edge.The moon reflected eerily against the rushing water and Sheppard felt out of place to be standing by something so serene when all he felt around him was death.
Throughout the long length of homes he searched as he ran by them, no campfires remained lit, no lanterns hung brightly from their posts; save one. At the very end of the stretch, Sheppard’s eyes widened at the twinkling of one lone light that beckoned to him like a wayward beacon of hope.
It was from a small house built of stone and wood. Sheppard stealthily approached and peered in the slightly ajar window.
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