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    Stargate New Seasons ~ Atlantis Season 6 ~ Wraith Chronicles ~ Todd's Resurrection

    The hive shuddered as a barrage from the opposing faction hit them broadside, taking out at least two dart bay doors.

    “Return fire,” he roared, closed his eyes and interfaced with the neural network of the semi-sentient intelligence of the ship. “Hyperspace window opening... Firing main engine!”

    He could feel the acceleration despite the inertial dampeners, the thrust from the engines a surge through the material of the hive, the integrity of the hull in question. A risky step, but he had no choice.

    “Commander, hull damage is extensive -”

    “We have no time, Sub-commander, to regenerate,” he snarled, and opened his eyes to fix his gaze on the welcoming violet and blue window as it unfolded before them. “We have outstayed our welcome and cannot hope to compete against so many.”

    “Losing atmosphere on two habitation decks, Commander,” the Technician to his left reported.

    Barely acknowledging his officer, the Commander locked his fingers in place, demanding a manoeuvre from the hive that could prove their undoing. Gritting his teeth in concentration, under his expert guidance, the hive pitched as gracefully as she could away from a further deadly salvo headed their way, gathering speed despite leaking air.

    “Hyperspace window four AU's and closing.” The Third rapped the words out, loud in the silence, as all concentrated on each vital task. “Three... two... one... ”

    The Commander gave a low growl of triumph as the ship cleared the theatre, and entered safety. For long moments, he allowed the ship's systems to report to him, and he channelled the information to terminals, sending details of critical repairs to each station and the Chief Engineer. The organic web of the internal network surged, showing him spots where links failed, what systems needed further attention, and his consciousness sped along the fibrous connections, filtering, selecting, changing... stimulating growth.

    Satisfied they progressed steadily, if not well, he released the controls, and gestured imperiously to a sub, who answered to the summons smoothly. Stepping from the dais, the Commander locked eyes with the underling, and then headed towards the conference room. His silent command brought his Second and Third hot on his heels.

    They filed in silence out of the bridge and he swept past the doors without noticing the brothers that hurried past, or the drones that the Handlers moved along and out of his way. This intolerable situation could not be allowed to continue, and his temper shortened with each step he took. Too many had died, too many brothers lost in the internecine war, and now there was a new and deadly enemy they knew nothing about.

    Before him the entrance to the conference room loomed, shrouded in the dimmed light of the hive, as it sought to minimise all energy expenditure. Coming to a halt, he ran his palm across the door entry panel, and they opened with an organic rattle before him. Sweeping into the room beyond, he turned on his heel as soon as they shut, and faced his officers.

    “We must contact Atlantis.”

    For a moment the two Wraith stared at their Commander in disbelieve, and then looked at each other, shock clearly written on their faces.

    “Why would we wish to consort with food, Commander?” The Second's hot yellow gaze fixed on his superior, full of suspicion, revulsion. “They brought our former leader nothing save problems, and the destruction of at least one hive.”

    “And countless Wraith... ” The Third snarled, not bothered that he openly displayed anger. “His alliance -” the word was spat out as if it fouled his mouth - “and the research he began with them proved worthless.”

    This threat to his authority would not be permitted, and the Commander uttered a low growl, capturing the violence threatening between them and exorcised it as a disdainful bark of laughter. “We have no Queen and without his leadership, it is highly unlikely we will maintain the Alliance.” He gestured towards the small screen atop one of the terminals in the room, and moved to it, running his fingers across the membranous surface. “Look.”

    He gestured at the monitor, at the tumbling glyphs falling in accusation. “Without the assistance of these humans, we will fail, as we have lost two more hives to other factions, and the inroads these new, unknown aliens have made on our defences can no longer be tolerated.”

    The two other Wraith glanced swiftly at each other, and the Second tilted his head, reptilian eyes narrow slits as he swiftly read the evidence. The damning information could hardly be clearer, nor could that their losses were unendurable. But still...

    “I understand your reluctance to place what remains of our Alliance in direct contact with the Lanteans, but they may know who it is we match ourselves against and what their capabilities are.”

    “They are treacherous,” the Third snapped, hostile still despite the proof before his eyes. “They cannot be trusted, and if we place ourselves at their mercy we are more likely to be destroyed before we reach orbit.”

    “Then we send an emissary,” the Commander hissed, and bared his sharp teeth as he spoke.

    “Who?” the Third demanded, earning another hard stare from his Commander.

    “Someone they have had dealings with before,” the Commander said, and in the half-light, three sickle tattoos showed under his right eye, stark against his skin. “Me.”

    “Unacceptable!” thundered the Second, and braced himself as the mental grip of his superior tightened about his thoughts. “Your leadership is key without the Ancient One, as you alone carry the banner he once swore to uphold.”

    “That cannot be helped,” the Commander growled, and narrowed his eyes as sweat beaded his officer’s brow, pain creasing his brow. “Now we have need of assistance, and as we can offer aid to the Lanteans that will assist them in their battle -”

    “How might we aid these Lanteans?” the Third interrupted, willing to press his point and risk his Commander’s ire despite the clear agony that showed on his brother’s face. “What is it we have that we could offer?”

    “Much.”

    Kenny released the Second, and that one took a rasping breath as the pain ceased, hanging his silver head for a moment. He gestured briefly at the larger monitor set against the hull of the hive, and brought up a likeness of a Queen they all recognised. She stared out of the screen, raven-haired, and golden eyed, proud, her demeanour belonging to one whose lineage could not be doubted.

    “To bring this Queen to us once more -” Kenny said, and for a moment his taloned finger touched the face of Teyla - “we must take to Atlantis the co-ordinates for a source of power.”

    “Zero-point-modules...” the Third said, a second faster than his fellow officer, whose green-gold eyes had widened. Kenny's third-in-command let out a low rumble, and met his Commander's eyes. “This could prove dangerous, and we may not succeed in persuading them to allow her to be a figurehead.”

    Swift on his heels, the Second said, “The Old One left you with this knowledge, only to be put to use wisely. I cannot suppose this was what he had in mind.” He scrutinised the Queen whose image stared back at him with haughty disdain. “As for this one rejoining us...” White hair drifted across his leather armour as his head shook from side to side. “It was a ruse many believed, Commander, but I do not think they would do so again.”

    Huffing a sigh, Kenny shrugged, willing now to be patient, as his officers attention had been fixed on a possible answer to their dilemma. For him, the solution, though no solution at all, was simple. Only with the Lanteans could they hope to maintain their Alliance, and for that they had to offer something in return, which could only be a ZPM. The decision he'd reached, with a great deal of difficulty, sat like lead in his guts, but he saw no choice but to take the road laid out before him. Loath to approach Atlantis with no bargaining chip, Kenny knew asking for Teyla to take up the challenge of Primary again might be a step too far for the humans to swallow, but he had to try. And he would not give up the ZPM's location without something in return for that information, and offering his crew as subjects for experimentation would never happen.

    Not as long as he was Commander of the fleet and Alliance, depleted though it now was.

    A growl rumbled through his frame, and he turned back towards his officers, definite about his decision. “This is not open for discussion. I will take a dart to Atlantis when we are within range.”

    “But if they will not see you, Commander?” his Second insisted.

    Kenny shrugged, and looked to the distance, suddenly weary. “Then we will have lost nothing, and you will make another attempt to contact the humans of Atlantis.”

    The two officers exchanged looks, and then, together, they gave a slight bow. Kenny could see they were not happy, that this step tasted rank.

    “It will be done,” the Second acquiesced.

    “I will prepare a dart and you will begin broadcasting this message as soon as we are within distance.” His fingers sped across the terminal, bringing up the data he wanted transmitted, and he made a few rapid adjustments to the algorithms. It would not do if they could not recognise them for what they were. Satisfied, Kenny began to head towards the exit, his leather coat skirts flurrying around his ankles, and halted, looking back over his shoulder. “Do not come within range of Atlantis until I signal you. One less hive in the Alliance is not my aim.”

    “Yes, Commander,” they replied.

    Sweeping out into the hall beyond, Kenny made for the dart bay, his booted feet echoing as they hit the floor, and he considered his choices again. None of them good, he had made a decision based on worst case scenario; it didn't mean he had to like it.

    Two further jumps would bring him close enough to their would be ally, and oft-time Nemesis, and then the message to Sheppard would go out.


    ((OOC. We may begin and Welcome to Todd's new home. All Wraithy posts may commence, but until Todd is actaully here with you, I would suggest a little background discussion amongst your fellow Wraith on how you feel about aligning with Atlantis once again))

    Melanie

    Isolde will the be the GM for the Wraith Chronicles, any questions you can ask her or me if it's something related to the game overall, or how to join

    Most of all, have fun

    Extremely cool Introduction written by Isolde....thank you Issy
    Last edited by RogueRanger; 19 January 2011, 09:30 PM.

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    *weapon turrets*

    As soon as their hiveship was safe and the damage reports were telepathically broadcast, the Wraith known as Bullseye left the energy weapons behind him and swiftly strode to the storage deck. He made sealing off the atmosphere leakage his topmost priority.

    Directing a group of masked warriors and technicians, the replacement doors and patching material for the damage done to the dart bay and habitation decks were quickly relocated by transporters to the appropriate repair sites.

    *later*
    *dart bay*

    While telepathically keeping up with supervising so many projects, he could not help but to pay attention to the conversation his commanding officers were holding about approaching the Lanteans. The plan was risky and he knew from past dealings with these humans that each side always felt that things didn’t go according to plan.

    After the conversation ended and the Commander passed though the dart bay, Bullseye lowered his eyes in deference. His prior Commander entrusted this Wraith to carry on his legacy. He hoped that the Lanteans would view this one they called ‘Kenny’ in the same diplomatic way as the one they called ‘Todd’ and that a favorable deal could be reached.

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      #3



      Astor was doing his routine security checks when the fighting had started. The sound of the hive being attacked had brought back memories for him. He barely escaped with his life before his former hive ship had been completely destroyed.

      He dropped his security work to see if he could help with what was going on but the fighting had stopped when he stepped out into the halls. Is it over? He could telepathically see the other wraith beginning repairs on damaged areas of the hive ship. He had decided to head back to where he was before when he suddenly could telepathically hear the faint voices of the commanders. He concentrated on listening to their voices and could hear them talk about making an alliance with Atlantis.

      They want help from Atlantis? The last humans he had seen, not including the worshippers, had snuck onto his hive with a dart. He was able to hear the conversation between one of the male humans and his former queen. The male human had claimed that he had a partnership with the other hive queen that was in the other hive ship outside theirs and that was how he had obtained the dart. It wasn't long after that his former hive was destroyed.

      He picked up where he left off with his security work hoping that the commanders knew what they were doing.
      Last edited by Leeta; 19 January 2011, 12:43 PM. Reason: minor corrections
      The worship of Talos is strictly forbidden!

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        #4
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        ((OOC - OKies fellow Wraitheys, follow my example as to how the posts should be on any of the RPG threads. If you play a NPC, speech will be red, but as an OC you can choose the colour you want to represent them. Not too many variations on a green theme, though, eh? Thoughts should be italiscised, and I think if we're representing speech between Wraith it could be marked by ~ rather than ".))


        {Kenny}

        Hopping smoothly into his dart, Kenny felt the chair wrap itself around the contours of his frame, and as soon as he'd settled the canopy closed above him. As the controls came alive, he brought the small craft to bear on the opening that spread like a canker on the wounded hive. The damage was extensive and he could not help the hiss of dismay that passed his lips when the nose of the dart came level. It would take much to repair her, and he gritted his teeth against the remembered pain of the ship.

        Moving his craft cleanly through the damage, Kenny headed out into vacuum, just as his voice boomed through the ship, the message sent unerringly to Atlantis.

        "Do not fire! I repeat. Do. Not. Fire. This is the Second of the one you held captive. I repeat, this is the Second of the one you held captive. I come on a matter of urgency, and with beneficial information."
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          #5
          ((OOC very nice job people)) *applause*

          "This is Richard Woolsey, commander of the Atlantis expedition. You realise we can't just except that one of your kind would come by for a social visit." *crackle* *crackle* *****

          "Alright then, land on our south east pier, you'll be met and escorted from there."
          My FF.netStories -Stargate Atlantis Allies-Colonel Ted Hasluck Bio
          sigpic "Weedle" 27/09/1987-16/09/2010 RIP Soldier

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            #6
            Originally posted by orbofnight View Post
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            *weapon turrets*

            As soon as their hiveship was safe and the damage reports were telepathically broadcast, the Wraith known as Bullseye left the energy weapons behind him and swiftly strode to the storage deck. He made sealing off the atmosphere leakage his topmost priority.

            Directing a group of masked warriors and technicians, the replacement doors and patching material for the damage done to the dart bay and habitation decks were quickly relocated by transporters to the appropriate repair sites.

            *later*
            *dart bay*

            While telepathically keeping up with supervising so many projects, he could not help but to pay attention to the conversation his commanding officers were holding about approaching the Lanteans. The plan was risky and he knew from past dealings with these humans that each side always felt that things didn’t go according to plan.

            After the conversation ended and the Commander passed though the dart bay, Bullseye lowered his eyes in deference. His prior Commander entrusted this Wraith to carry on his legacy. He hoped that the Lanteans would view this one they called ‘Kenny’ in the same diplomatic way as the one they called ‘Todd’ and that a favorable deal could be reached.


            Reese pounded along the companionway, sub-commanders, handlers and drones alike stepping aside and bowing their heads, not wishing to meet her eyes. She rounded he corner and found the one known as 'Bullseye', her own remaining five of the original twelve drones close on her heels, her katana was already in her hands as she phased up to him, a blur of motion. The tip of he blade was at his chin. "Where is my father Bullseye, I sense him far away....there was a meeting why was I not called."

            She pressed the tip a little further. "Answer me...now. Where is he?" Her voice was not loud, she could have sent her message telepathically, but she enjoyed the intimidation speking gave her. "I have killed three Commanders and countless drones and handlers these last few cycles of the stars, I won't kill of my own hive....but I can make an exception. WHERE IS MY FATHER?"


            ((OOC best read Reese's bio girls ))
            Last edited by RogueRanger; 20 January 2011, 03:13 PM.

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              #7


              {Rhys}

              The Wraith known as Rhys was overseeing the repair of damaged data and electric circuits when he pondered over the commander's decision to contact Atlantis. It was certainly not an action he would have taken, but he understood they were out of options.

              He suppressed a growl at the thought of facing the humans of Atlantis – the last time he had met them it had nearly been his death.

              There appeared to be trouble brewing just outside the room, his senses picked up the telepathic signs of distress of a fellow Wraith. Leaving the technicians alone he decided to investigate and opened the door - to find the strange Wraith-haired human female threatening one of his brothers.

              Unsure whether to intervene Rhys remained standing in the doorway, wanting to find out what this was all about before he took any actions.

              ((OOC: Yay, first post! ))

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                #8
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                Originally posted by RogueRanger View Post
                Reese pounded along the companionway, sub-commanders, handlers and drones alike stepping aside and bowing their heads, not wishing to meet her eyes. She rounded he corner and found the one known as 'Bullseye', her own remaining five of the original twelve drones close on her heels, her katana was already in her hands as she phased up to him, a blur of motion. The tip of he blade was at his chin. "Where is my father Bullseye, I sense him far away....there was a meeting why was I not called."

                She pressed the tip a little further. "Answer me...now. Where is he?" Her voice was not loud, she could have sent her message telepathically, but she enjoyed the intimidation speking gave her. "I have killed three Commanders and countless drones and handlers these last few cycles of the stars, I won't kill of my own hive....but I can make an exception. WHERE IS MY FATHER?"




                {Bullseye}

                Concentrating on his work had been getting easier as his severely injured brothers throughout the hive received the Gift of Life; their echoing thoughts of pain subsiding one by one. At the same time, more and more nodes reappeared on the telepathic network - stars flaring to life again in the night sky that could truly be reached.

                Reeses’s sudden interruption brought him out of the immersion of his high-priority work. Anger ignited inside of him and it flashed across his narrowed eyes, but he kept himself under control. He saw her current behavior as being as irrational as when that Runner had shot up the Daedalus engineering room, risking damage to life-supporting ship functions and the lives of everyone on board. This waste of time was keeping him from vital hiveship repairs and, after that, growing and repairing more weapons and spare parts.

                Calmly and evenly, he addressed the Commander’s Child. “You are endangering our hive by interrupting vital repairs. I suggest you take your inquiry to the Second or Third.”

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                  #9


                  The sound of the other wraith in the telepathic network was beginning to calm down and the noise in Astor 's head was returning to normal. As he was continuing his routine security checks he could suddenly sense a different kind of distress than the ones he was hearing before. He could see the location of the crew members he was sensing.

                  He put down his work once again and ordered a few of the drones to accompany him to see what was happening. Astor and his drones came to a stop when they reached the distressed crew member also known as 'Bullseye' with a katana to his chin held by the commander's daughter. The drones held their stunners in the ready position but Astor telepathically ordered them to hold their fire. He then turned his attention to the commander's daughter.

                  ~What is the meaning of this?~
                  The worship of Talos is strictly forbidden!

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                    #10
                    {Reese}

                    Reese sensed Astor's approach before he spoke, in a heart beat she sheathed the weapon and took her attention away from Bullseye. She sent to him though before moving. ~Have my dart prepared...as soon as you may.~ She lowered the intensity of her mood, knowing that she would only create more friction if she did not. ~Forgive my temper, I..I have great toh toward you~ Bowing her head Reese moved over to stand beisde Astor.

                    With every Wraith there was a differing pesonality and each was approached in a different way, with Astor she used subtle, an almost ooman warm stance on her behalf. She curled a finger around his chin, stroking his goatee with her long laquered nails, they were blue today. ~Astor my sweet, how pleasant it is you care to be concerned about me. Father should hear of this.~ She phased around him a blur of blackness. Now in speech she spoke softly. "I asked this one, where my father was, I did but sense him here but now he is far away. I would speak with him, yet...yet I fear I may incur his wrath should he be on..how do the Lantean's say...'business'." She moved again and stood eye to eye with him. "I would simply like to know where he is going and why was I not informed of this 'meeting' earlier? Would you be so kind as to tell me, or should I find other less direct methods of finding out?" Her words were like honey over hot rocks...poisonous honey.


                    ((OOC if you have read the Wheel of time you will know the meaning of Toh, basically it means shame, honour, I owe you))
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                      #11


                      {Bullseye}

                      Bullseye raised a brow ridge at witnessing Reese's swift and unpredictable mood changes and was unsure what she meant by preparing her dart. A masked warrior could do that much, unless she meant repairs. If the dart was in need of repairs, he wasn't about to enter into hive politics or overstep the Chief Engineer by making the decision to bump her repair order up in the queue.

                      ~If your dart has sustained damage or is in need of repairs, please add your request to the Chief Engineer's battle damage report for prioritization.~

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                        #12


                        {Rhys}

                        Observing the confrontation from the doorway, Rhys was relieved to see the female had taken a step back. She was as haughty as any Wraith Queen but she was still recogniseably human, and Rhys couldn't quite comprehend why the commander tolerated her unpredictable behaviour.

                        Stepping into plain view, he faced Reese and announced in calm tones, "Don't you think there are more urgent matters to attend to at this moment? Your... father is on an important mission he would probably not want you to leave the hive in this dangerous situation. Aggressive behaviour like yours and disruption of vital repairs are not an option for any Wraith right now. We all should put our best effort into regenerating this ship and making sure our defensive systems are operational in case we get attacked again."
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                          #13
                          {Chief Engineer} (NPC}

                          Working feverishly at the holes in the hive walls that had rightfully displeased the Commander so much, the Chief Engineer snarled at the disturbance he picked up in the dart bay repair work. He was relieved that Astor had shown up, sparing him from having to report this incident to security himself.

                          Some of the junior technicians were still gawking at the disturbance, waiting for how Astor would respond to Reese’s charming behavior. He sent out a reminder to them. ~This does not concern you. Back to work.~

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                            Originally posted by RogueRanger View Post
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                            {Reese}

                            Reese sensed Astor's approach before he spoke, in a heart beat she sheathed the weapon and took her attention away from Bullseye. She sent to him though before moving. ~Have my dart prepared...as soon as you may.~ She lowered the intensity of her mood, knowing that she would only create more friction if she did not. ~Forgive my temper, I..I have great toh toward you~ Bowing her head Reese moved over to stand beisde Astor.

                            With every Wraith there was a differing pesonality and each was approached in a different way, with Astor she used subtle, an almost ooman warm stance on her behalf. She curled a finger around his chin, stroking his goatee with her long laquered nails, they were blue today. ~Astor my sweet, how pleasant it is you care to be concerned about me. Father should hear of this.~ She phased around him a blur of blackness. Now in speech she spoke softly. "I asked this one, where my father was, I did but sense him here but now he is far away. I would speak with him, yet...yet I fear I may incur his wrath should he be on..how do the Lantean's say...'business'." She moved again and stood eye to eye with him. "I would simply like to know where he is going and why was I not informed of this 'meeting' earlier? Would you be so kind as to tell me, or should I find other less direct methods of finding out?" Her words were like honey over hot rocks...poisonous honey.


                            ((OOC if you have read the Wheel of time you will know the meaning of Toh, basically it means shame, honour, I owe you))


                            Astor looked down at Reese as she was touching his chin. He kept the serious look on his face. Reese seemed to be looking at him warmly as she talked but he was still wary of what her next move was.

                            ~I am the security officer. Anything or anyone that compromises the security on this hive ship is my concern including you. As for your inquiry it is best that you consult with one of the commanders that work along side him. If your father has not told you his 'business' then it is not in our place to tell you unless of course your father asks us to. ~


                            He looked at her up and down before speaking again.

                            ~'Has it occured to you that maybe your father has not told you his 'business' because he is concerned for your safety?'~


                            Astor took notice at Rhys as he stepped into view.
                            Last edited by Leeta; 21 January 2011, 08:13 AM.
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                              #15
                              Originally posted by Draco-Stellaris View Post


                              {Rhys}
                              Spoiler:


                              Observing the confrontation from the doorway, Rhys was relieved to see the female had taken a step back. She was as haughty as any Wraith Queen but she was still recogniseably human, and Rhys couldn't quite comprehend why the commander tolerated her unpredictable behaviour.

                              Stepping into plain view, he faced Reese and announced in calm tones, "Don't you think there are more urgent matters to attend to at this moment? Your... father is on an important mission he would probably not want you to leave the hive in this dangerous situation. Aggressive behaviour like yours and disruption of vital repairs are not an option for any Wraith right now. We all should put our best effort into regenerating this ship and making sure our defensive systems are operational in case we get attacked again."


                              {Reese}

                              Cocking her head around, her white mane flaring out like a silken web, Reese nodded to the ship's Intelligence Officer, her eyes widening into golden orbs. ~That is not of your concern Rhys, my behaviour is a given, take it or leave it. You have a report from my incursion to the Genii, have you even read it yet? Do you have any indication as to who these Alien's are I suspect they are in collusion with? When you tell me your answer then I will serve you again, but until then take your place and leave the ships repairs to the engineers, it is of neither yours or my affair~ She snapped her mind shut, giving him the impression she would see him soon.

                              Originally posted by orbofnight View Post
                              {Chief Engineer} (NPC}
                              Spoiler:


                              Working feverishly at the holes in the hive walls that had rightfully displeased the Commander so much, the Chief Engineer snarled at the disturbance he picked up in the dart bay repair work. He was relieved that Astor had shown up, sparing him from having to report this incident to security himself.

                              Some of the junior technicians were still gawking at the disturbance, waiting for how Astor would respond to Reese’s charming behavior. He sent out a reminder to them. ~This does not concern you. Back to work.~


                              Her drones hovered nearby, they were trained to protect her and she could feel their anxiety and mixed emotions she eased them, ~Go and help the engineer and return when you are done~

                              Originally posted by Leeta View Post
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                              Astor looked down at Reese as she was touching his chin. He kept the serious look on his face. Reese seemed to be looking at him warmly as she talked but he was still wary of what her next move was.

                              ~I am the security officer. Anything or anyone that compromises the security on this hive ship is my concern including you. As for your inquiry it is best that you consult with one of the commanders that work along side him. If your father has not told you his 'business' then it is not in our place to tell you unless of course your father asks us to. ~


                              He looked at her up and down before speaking again.

                              ~'Has it occured to you that maybe your father has not told you his 'business' because he is concerned for your safety?'~


                              Astor took notice at Rhys as he stepped into view.


                              Once she had finished with Rhys she returned her attention to Astor, he was hard to fathom at times. There were moments he treated her like a young Queen just come into her role, then there were he times he treated her like a child wraith, which in terms of wraith thinking and logic she was. She had to defer to him, he was one of her few allies and she would not risk that now. She bowed her head and spoke in tongue. “Forgive me, I do.....do tread hard upon the deck too often don't I dear Astor.'' She laid her hand on his shoulder, there was an itch in her mind. ~Does this involve the Lanteans? Father hinted at another alliance yestereve, could he even consider it after they still hold the one?~ Small tears fell from her eyes, she hated all humans, but the Lanteans had taken so many of her friends, Atlantis she wished nothing but destruction upon them.

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