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Evan rubbed his hands on his trousers again, sneaking another peek at the clock.
“Stop it! You’re making me nervous!” Anne chastised him.
“Sorry,” He inhaled deeply. “It’s just… To allow strangers in with the Alpha so vulnerable…”
“Your instincts are screaming,” Anne smiled gently. “So are mine. But Niall and Jeremy are on guard, and Nick is monitoring Lania’s sensors. We must trust them to do their job.”
“I do, Anne, I do. Really.” Evan sighed. “I just wish these things came with an off switch!” Anne snorted and elbowed him playfully before shifting back into full military mode as Colonel Caldwell strode into the room.
“Colonel Caldwell,” Lorne saluted. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to take over,” he assured him, saluting back. “I just want to take a look at our visitors.”
“As you wish, Colonel,” Lorne agreed and Caldwell took a place behind the handrail as the chevrons started lighting up.
“It’s Athos’ address, Major.”
“Raise the shield, Campbell.” Lorne ordered while the soldiers took positions around the gate.
The shield flowed over the gate as the wormhole established. “Receiving Sergeant Reese’s IDC.”
“Drop the shield!” Lorde ordered, getting ready at the same time to launch a shield of his own if necessary.
Lance Corporal Alvez stepped through first, followed by two Privates. Teyla walked behind them, helping an old Athosian woman, accompanied by four more of her people. Reese and Mehra closed the group, and Lorne signaled Campbell to shut off the gate.
The fragile-looking old woman looked around slowly, a look of awe on her face, grabbing Teyla’s arm to stay upright. “The city of the Ancestors,” she whispered reverently. “I never thought I would be privileged to see it.” A tear glided down her cheek. “Thank you for bringing me, my dear.” she told Teyla warmly, squeezing her arm.
“You do not need to thank me, Charin,” Teyla smiled.
Lorne walked up to her. “Ms. Emmagan, welcome to Atlantis.”
“We are grateful for this chance, Major Lorne,” she smiled. Lorne was surprised that she remembered his name only from the brief introduction three days before. She was an observant woman and he filed that information for later. “I expected—”
“Agh!” One of the Athosians yelled. Electricity crackled around his front pocket for a moment and he quickly removed the long jerkin-like garment he wore, throwing it to the floor. A short column of black smoke came out the pocket and dissolved into the air.
“What was that?”
Lania projected herself into a screen beside the staircase the scientists have installed for that very purpose. “It was a magnetic recording device, Legatus,” A schematic appeared on one corner of the screen, showing a boxy device with a reel-to-reel tape system inside. “And it was active. I’ve disabled it.”
Lorne turned to Teyla. “This is how you visit friends?”
Teyla wordlessly exchanged positions so the other woman on the party could help Charin. She walked to the discarded piece of clothing and picked it from the floor. Carefully, she put her right hand inside the pocket and extracted a bronze-colored box with rounded corners, about three fingers wide and as long as her hand.
Teyla inhaled sharply. “The Genii? You’ve been talking to them, Toran?”
“What if I did?” he answered, his eyes turned hard. “Why is it worse than you talking to them?” he sneered, signaling the Atlanteans with a sharp movement of his arm. “At least they are trying to stop Weir! How can you be willing to talk to them after everything they have done?”
“They are not Weir’s people. They are Jason’s people, and he, Alex and Marcus had shown us that they are honorable while they have been with us. They have given their word and their people deserve a chance.”
Toran snorted. “So you say, but I do not think they are better than Weir’s! Look around you! They have just arrived, and they have already seized control of the Sacred City! Weir’s people had stolen the Ancestors’ artifacts from many worlds and now this! The Ancestors’ heritance is for us, not for them! We are their inheritors!”
“I’m afraid that’s not true, Mr. Toran,” Lania intervened, causing a gasp from the Athosians.
“You are the spirit of the Sacred City,” Charin whispered. “Like it was told in the old tales.”
Lania looked at her quizzically. “I am the Artifex of Atlantis. I was created by those you call Ancestors to control the city.”
“You are her spirit,” Charin smiled.
“I suppose I am, in a certain way,” Lania conceded after a second. She then looked back at Toran. “Praetor Sheppard and his people have the DNA… the blood,” she corrected herself when they frowned, “of my creators in them. None of you do.”
“They are forcing you to say that!”
“Toran! Do not disrespect the spirit of the Sacred City!” Charin scolded him.
“None of you understand!” He yelled, and a short knife appeared in his right hand. The soldiers on guard immediately pointed their P-90s at him.
“Drop the knife, now!” Lorne ordered, but before his soldiers could move, Teyla intervened, taking control of his right hand and twisting it back while she kicked his legs from under him, forcing him on his knees. The knife fell to the floor with a loud clank and Alvez immediately took control of it.
“You shame us all, Toran.” She let him go and he fell to the floor. She kicked the discarded garment over to him and looked up at one of the women who had accompanied her. “Anika, take him back and tie him to a tree. I will deal with him when we return. If that is acceptable with you, of course.” She gave Lorne a questioning glance.
“Lania, is he carrying anything else that could be a danger?” Lorne asked.
“No, Legatus. I don’t detect anything but the components of his clothing now.”
Lorne turned to Teyla. “As long as the recording device stays here, you’re free to deal with him as you wish.”
“That is fair,” Teyla handed the device to Teldy, while Anika took Toran by the arm and forced him upright. “If you are so kind to dial Athos, please?”
“Do it,” Lorne ordered Campbell.
Teyla and Anika forced Toran back from the gate as Campbell dialed. After the wormhole established, Anika pushed him through without much consideration and Lorne signaled Campbell to shut down the gate.
“I apologize for Toran’s actions, Major,” Teyla inclined her head. “Please accept my word that Toran’s actions do not represent the Athosians as a whole.”
“I wish I could just take your word for it, Ms. Emmagan,” Lorne said regretfully. “But I’m in charge of the security of over 200 people, including my full Pride. I’m afraid I’m going to need something more than that.” He activated his radio. “Dr. Heightmeyer, come to the gate room immediately.”
There was tension in the air while they waited for Dr. Heightmeyer’s verdict. She had asked to do the empathic scans in the relative privacy of the conference room and Lorne had sent Mehra and Reese to protect her, preferring to wait outside and not let his troubled feelings affect her. Colonel Caldwell had not intervened, but his incisive looks had made Lorne even more nervous.
The doors of the conference room slid open a couple of minutes later and Kate Heightmeyer walked out. Lorne motioned her into Sheppard’s office.
“What are the results?” he asked after Teldy, Caldwell and Alvez walked in.
“It seems none of them were aware of Toran’s actions,” she explained. “Teyla is angry and disgruntled. Charin and Eira are deeply disappointed, and Halling is really pissed off.”
“And their intentions?”
“Teyla feels sincere but guarded. Jason and Alex’s word is good for her at this time, but she still doesn’t fully trust us.”
Kate nodded. “Eira feels similarly. Charin is deeply awed for being in the city of the Ancestors and troubled by Toran’s actions. Teyla told me Charin is the Athosians’ spiritual elder, and her feelings seem in line with that. Halling is the one holding more reserves on us. He doesn’t hide his hostility, but for now he’s willing to wait and see.”
“Are you sure of that?” Caldwell butted in.
Kate took a moment to answer. “I’m as sure as I can be, Colonel. I read feelings, not minds. Halling is angry, but his anger is contained. I didn’t feel violence from him, except when I mentioned the Genii.”
Behind her, Alvez perked up at that one. “Do you know anything, Lance Corporal?” Lorne asked.
Alvez cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir. Halling’s hostility for the Genii is personal. His wife was Genii-born and left him soon after the arrival of the First Expedition, taking their son with her. He hasn’t seen him for months and the Genii refuse to tell him where they are. He’s been threatened with being shot on sight if he sets foot in their planet again.”
“Wow! Talk about a messy divorce,” Teldy noted.
“And are you sure we can trust the Athosians?” Caldwell threw a quick glance at Kate, who frowned in irritation.
“Yes, Sir. I think Dr. Heightmeyer is right. There’s no love lost between Athosians and Genii, not after the last year…” Alvez added.
“Which you are going to write about, in detail, later,” Lorne pinned him with a look.
“Of course, Sir!”
Lorne sighed. “Well, overall that’s better than I’d feared. Let’s hope that’s the only problem we find. Thank you, Kate,” He projected gratitude into the Pride bond.
“Majors, Corporal,” Kate smiled, “Colonel.” She added, throwing Caldwell a glare before leaving the room.
Lorne and Teldy exchanged an amused look. “Well, time for take two. Unless you have anything to add, Colonel?”
“Not right now, Major, but keep me updated on the situation.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Caldwell walked rigidly out the room, barely nodding at Teyla as he walked by her in the control area before descending the stairs at a quick pace and leaving the gate room.
“Let’s go!” Lorne motioned Teldy and Alvez to follow him.
“Can we proceed?” Teyla asked.
“Yes, of course. I’m sorry for the trouble, but it was necessary.”
“I understand, Major. No hard feelings.” Teyla offered him a small smile. “May I enquire why Colonel Sheppard is not here?”
Lorne debated with himself for a moment, but finally decided to go with the truth. “Dr. McKay is Firing up as the Colonel’s True Mate. They’re Nesting right now and can’t be disturbed. But he understands how important this is and he gave me full authority to act on his behalf.”
“Those are joyous news indeed. Please, give them my blessings.”
“I will, thank you.”
“A union in the Sacred City is surely blessed by the Ancestors,” Charin said.
“Let’s hope so,” Lorne added noncommittally.
Eira whispered something to Teyla, who nodded. “Before we proceed, we would wish to see Jason and Marcus, if possible. We are worried about them.”
“Of course, that’s not a problem. Teldy, you’re in charge there.” Anne nodded. “Alvez, Mehra, Walker, with me,” he ordered as he guided their visitors to the nearest transporter.
The observation room was barely illuminated as they entered. Lorne guided them to the one-way mirror that overlooked the Bloodfire treatment room. Markham was sitting beside his mate’s bed, carefully feeding him spoonfuls of thick soup while Dr. de Liencourt was using his Healer Gift to keep his body stabilized.
“Can they see us?” Teyla asked.
“Lania, make the window transparent, please,” Lorne ordered. The window shimmered slightly as the lights on the observation room went up.
The Athosians startled at hearing the disembodied voice, looking around for its source.
“There are no screens in this room,” Lorne explained. “Lania communicates through audio only.”
“Of course, I should have imagined the spirit could do such a thing,” Charin nodded sagely. Lorne decided to leave it at that.
Inside the room, Jason turned around, and waved at them. He said something to Marcus, who smiled and raised his arm a bit to salute.
“I see Jason is no longer limping,” Eira stated.
“Yes, that was easy, though Dr. Beckett had to re-break his bones to allow them to heal properly this time.”
“Painful, but effective,” she nodded. “Marcus looks better but I’m right to think his illness is not so easy to heal?”
“Yes, you’re right. It’s… quite complicated. They have stabilized him, but a Healer needs to be monitoring him at all times. Dr. Beckett and his team are still searching to fix whatever that bitch did to him.” Lorne sighed. “Pardon my language.”
Eira negated with her head. “No need to. She is a bitch,” she smiled, with an edge to it.
Lorne conceded with a nod. “Dr. de Liencourt would be able to fill you in,” he motioned to the doctor currently monitoring Stackhouse.
“We can visit them?” Teyla seemed surprised.
“Yes, of course. They’re your friends too. But it’ll have to be a short visit. Marcus tires easily.”
“Of course, we understand.”
“There’s a decontaminant energy field at the entrance of the room,” Lorne pointed to the door through the window. “Lania uses it to make sure you don’t bring in anything that could be of harm to Marcus’ debilitated system.”
“Will she take our things away?” Halling asked roughly.
“Not, unless she can’t sterilize… clean them,” Lorne explained at Teyla’s puzzled look. “In any case, they’ll be returned to you afterwards.”
“We understand, Major,” Teyla said, cutting Halling’s reply with a stern glare.
“Let’s go, then,” Lorne motioned to them to the door, with Alvez on point. As he took the rear of the group, he signaled Mehra to keep an eye on Halling.
Evan leaned against the wall and sighed tiredly. The Athosians had been on Atlantis barely an hour and things were already screwed. The whole situation could go FUBAR in the blink of an eye and all his Bloodfire instincts were screaming at him to kick the strangers off Atlantis, isolate the mundanes in the farthest part of the city and guard his Alpha’s door until Nesting ended, but his orders and duty forbade him to do any of that. He had to settle for doubling the guard at the Nesting room’s door, isolate the wing of the infirmary where it was located and keep the Athosians controlled personally. Lania’s regular mental reports on Sheppard and McKay’s status helped ease his frizzled nerves, but he knew he won’t be able to fully relax until his Alpha and his mate were through.
Their visitors were inside the treatment room, chatting with Markham, Stackhouse and Alvez. He’d allowed them to go in alone, Walker and Mehra keeping guard just inside the door, to give them the illusion of privacy, trusting Lania and his pridemates to warn him of any problems.
Warrior reflexes moved his arm to catch the object even before he had fully processed the phrase. It was a can of B-Cola.
“I thought sodas were rationed?”
“The ones on the manifest are,” T.C. grinned, “but General O’Neill slipped a couple extra unmarked packs.”
“You know this, and I don’t?” Evan asked as he popped open the can.
T.C. took a long gulp of his own can. “I met Davis in Afghanistan. Saved his hand when a mundane doc wanted to amputate. He keeps me updated,” he grinned.
“I think I’m going to have a chat with Staff Sergeant Davis. A long chat,” Evan pointed before taking a long gulp. The cold liquid slid refreshingly down his throat, leaving a soft sweet aftertaste. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring it. “Later. Much later.”
The door slid open about ten minutes later. Lorne straightened, passing his empty can to Callahan as their visitors exited the room. Alvez approached him.
“Jason says he didn’t sense any deception,” he whispered to him.
“Understood.” Lorne was impressed Markham had the clarity of mind to use his Sentinel Gifts despite the emotional turmoil. It was a sign they were already feeling part of the Pride. It was one of their core tenets: Pride always comes first.
“It is good to see Marcus in such good spirits, despite the situation,” Teyla commented, looking pointedly from Alvez to him with a knowing expression. Lorne just smiled.
“He’s Pride. We take care of our own.”
“I didn’t expect less as they—” Charin started coughing hard, holding into Teyla’s arm as her body shook. Blood appeared on the hand she was using to cover her mouth. Callahan immediately stepped in and did a quick bioscan. He narrowed his eyes and gently coaxed her lungs to ease her coughing. Teyla used a handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from her mouth.
“Thank you, dear,” Charin smiled at her before turning to look at Callahan. “This thing I felt… it was you?”
“Yes, I’m a Healer,” Callahan smiled back. “Captain T.C. Callahan at your service,” he winked.
“You say you’re a Healer and yet you carry a weapon that kills.” Halling accused.
“I’m both a soldier and a doctor, Mr. Halling. And yes, as a soldier, I’ve had to kill to protect other people. But, in our planet, both mundane and Bloodfire doctors take an oath to do everything we can for our patients and I’ve never broken that oath, even with those who may have very much deserved it.” Callahan pinned him with a hard look.
Halling opened his mouth to reply, but Charin cut him. “Enough, Halling. This is not the time or place.”
“But nothing!” Charin reprimanded him. Halling bowed slightly, his mouth set in a straight line.
“Mrs. Charin, I can help you if you allow me.”
“I doubt you can heal old age,” Charin chuckled.
“It’s not just old age. I’m afraid you’re sick, Mrs. Charin.”
“Can you really heal her?” Teyla asked, a note of hope in her voice.
“Unfortunately, we still don’t know how to heal her illness, but we can help her. Slow it down, improve her general health. Give her two, maybe three more years.”
Charin gasped. “Some more time to share with my loved ones,” she squeezed Teyla’s arm. “That would be the best gift anyone ever gave me, Captain.”
“That is a… curious name,” Charin noted.
“Well, they’re my initials, in fact.” He made a show of looking around and covering his mouth on the side to whisper to her, without really lowering his voice all that much. “Thomas Charles is the name my parents gave me. But call me just T.C. please,” he sent her an imploring look that made her laugh, and she acknowledged his request with a nod. “Shall we go, then?” He asked, offering her his arm. “With your permission, of course,” he added, looking at Lorne.
The Major snorted. “You’re free to go, Captain,” he agreed, putting an emphasis on the rank. Callahan acknowledged the slight chastisement with a brief nod. Charin linked her arm over Callahan’s with a smile.
“I will be accompanying her,” Eira took a step forward.
“Of course, Healer Eira. You’re welcome to join us.” Callahan offered her his other arm. Eira snorted but took it gamely. “I’m going to be the envy of the whole city with two beautiful ladies on my arm!” he winked.
“Oh, my dear!” Charin laughed. “If I were forty years younger…” She patted his arm.
“I bet you left a trail of broken hearts.”
Charin’s laugh echoed in the hallway as they turned the corner.
“You are being very kind with Charin,” Teyla said, with a note of suspicion in her voice.
Lorne sighed. “Ms. Emmagan, I know we still have a long way to go to prove ourselves to you after Weir’s wrongdoings, but you have my word we only want to help her. I’m aware that you’ve seen the worst of our people, but I hope you’ll give us a chance to also show you Weir and her people are the exception, not the rule.”
Teyla’s gaze slid to Alvez behind him and then to Markham and Stackhouse inside the treatment room.
“I think I’m starting to see that, Major.”
“Thank you.” He sent her a quick smile. “Now, do you want to proceed to the conference room or do you prefer to eat something first?”
“I think a break for dinner will do us all good.”
“Perfect! Follow me.”
The door slid open almost immediately after the chime sounded and Evan stepped in. John sat up in the bed, the sheets pooling in his lap.
“Thank you, Evan,” John answered, smiling softly at his sleeping mate. Evan approached the bed and, since it didn’t cause a protective reaction from John, he dared to sit at the foot of it.
“T.C. says everything is going as it should and his Healing is already activating.”
“Thank the Goddess!”
“You can say that,” John sighed. “If he’d Halted…” he shook his head. “I don’t really want to think about it.”
“Nobody really wanted to consider it. I heard several of our pridemates prayed to the Goddess on your behalf.”
“Thank them for me, will you?”
John adjusted the blankets over Rodney and turned to look at Lorne. “So, how’re our visitors doing?”
“I left them at the mess with Anne. Lania told you, didn’t she?”
John nodded. “Seems we have another enemy to look out for.”
“One more for the list.” He sighed. “Alison has given the device a onceover. Judging by it, she says the Genii are about 40 to 50 years behind Earth, technologically speaking.”
“Enough to be dangerous.”
“Yep,” Lorne nodded. “And it seems the wife of one of our visitors, Halling, was Genii-born and left him taking their son with her, and they’ve threatened to shoot him if he sets foot on their planet again.”
“Which implies some kind of weapons technology.” John twisted open a water bottle and took a long gulp. “We definitely need more intel on the Genii.”
“I’ve already ordered Alvez to write a complete report as soon as possible.”
“Good. Try to get Markham on it too, if he can. See if you can to get something about them from Teyla, too.”
Evan nodded in acknowledgment. “I’ll try, but she’s a smart lady. I don’t think she’s just going to babble everything she knows.”
“More reason to get her on our side.” John combed his hair with his fingers. “This is becoming more complicate every step we take.”
“Foreboding still tingling?”
“Yeah. Almost screaming. I’ve rarely felt it so strongly.”
“That’s not good.”
“No, that’s not good at all.”
Everyone was seated at the table when Lorne entered the conference room. A seat for him was left open between Teldy and Caldwell, at the spot Sheppard usually sat. Lorne took it, feeling a bit like an interloper. Teyla was seated opposite him, with Halling and Charin at her sides, and Eira besides Charin. Beckett had informed him that they’ve finished Charin’s treatment for now, though more visits would be necessary in the coming months. Heightmeyer had taken a seat besides Teldy, with Reese at her other side for protection. Alvez sat at Caldwell’s other side, shooting nervous glances at the Colonel.
Lorne cleared his throat. “Well, I hope the food was to your liking.”
“It was an interesting experience,” Teyla smiled. “There were a couple of things I wish we could trade for in the future.”
“I hope we can get to that point soon, Ms. Emmagan.” At the corner of his eye, he saw Caldwell take some notes on his omnipresent notebook. “I’ve spoken with Colonel Sheppard and he hopes to see you at your next visit.”
“Tell Colonel Sheppard that I would love to see him and his new mate.”
“I will.” He took a sip of water from his cup. “May I ask what you can tell us about these Genii who gave the device to your companion?”
Teyla reclined on her chair and looked at him directly, until she made him uncomfortable , and then threw him a smile.
“The Genii used to be good trading partners of the Athosians. We believed them to be just farmers, as did others, and were known for the quality of their tava beans.” She threw a brief look at Halling, who was rigid beside her and staring at the tabletop like he wanted to drill a hole through it. “The arrival of Weir’s people, however, led us to discover that was just a well-crafted lie. The Genii are, in fact, a highly militarized society, bent on recovering the power and influence they had once possessed.”
“What kind of power?”
“Once upon a time, many generations ago, the Genii led a Confederacy of several worlds, before the Wraith destroyed them. They were what you would call a superpower, if I understood Jason correctly,” she looked at Alvez, who nodded in confirmation.
“I see. And what’s their relationship with the First Expedition? Weir’s people,” he clarified when Teyla frowned. “For us, they are the First Expedition to Atlantis. We are the Second.”
Teyla nodded in acknowledgement. “At first, the Genii allied themselves with Weir… the First Expedition, but it did not last long. I do not know the particulars, but they have been enemies for many months, and their skirmishes have often affected others severely.”
“I see.” Lorne resettled himself on his chair, taking a moment to continue. Beside him, Caldwell turned a new page on his notebook and kept taking notes. “Your companion, Toran, seemed to believe they were working to stop Weir?”
Teyla sighed. “The Genii are trying to sell themselves as the saviors against Weir’s people, as the ones who will rescue the Ancestors’ inheritance from the unworthy. Some have believed them.”
Halling snorted and crossed his arms over his chest but remained silent.
“Toran mentioned something about that, didn’t he?” Teldy intervened.
“Yes, he did.” Teyla sat forward, crossing her hands over the table. “There is one thing you need to understand: The Ancestors are revered here. Many of the artifacts they left behind are highly sought relics, often venerated or worshipped in themselves. Yet there are very few Blessed, and their number gets fewer and fewer every generation.”
Lorne frowned and looked at Alvez. “Those who can make Ancient technology work, Sir,” he clarified, and Lorne nodded.
“Understood. Please, continue.”
“I suppose Jason and Alex have already explained to you the case of the Tower?”
“Yes, they said only three people still had the ATA… the ability to control it.”
Teyla frowned sharply, and Lorne was sure she was filing that information away. Damn it.
“The few planets which still have some people who still retain that… ability,” she looked at him pointedly, “are in the same situation. Many are down to one or two Blessed only. Then your First Expedition came, with several Blessed among them and a firepower nobody had seen before. And they not only took control of the Tower but claimed to have set foot on Atlantis itself.”
“The Sacred City of the Ancestors,” Charin added.
Lorne and Teldy exchanged a look. “I take it they’re not going to like us living there?”
“This city,” Teyla signaled with a circular move, as if trying to encompass all of Atlantis, “is for many the ultimate gift, the sacred inheritance left by the Ancestors to their descendants, once they have proven themselves worthy of it.”
“There are some who, like me, will believe the words of the Spirit of the Sacred City, but there are others who will refuse to believe.” Charin explained. “Many have believed themselves worthy and searched and fought to find the city and demonstrate their claim. I am afraid you are going to have to fight to prove you are the real Chosen.”
“Like Weir’s mess wasn’t enough,” Teldy muttered.
“I take it the Genii are among those people?” Lorne asked.
“You think correctly. Though they have lacked the Blessed for many generations, they have always sought the Ancestors’ relics under the guise of piety, and this past year I heard several rumors that they… would not take no for an answer.”
“They’re stockpiling Ancient technology.”
“That is my belief, yes.”
“Fantastic,” Lorne muttered.
“And what they do not get, your people do!” Halling interjected. “And they are not shy about their methods either!”
Lorne looked quizzically from Halling to Teyla. She sighed.
“I am afraid that Halling is right.” Teyla took a sip of the water cup in front of her, exchanging looks with her companions.
“Ms. Emmagan, whatever it is, please tell us. I know we still have a long way to go to prove ourselves to you after Weir’s actions, but you have my word we want to fix their wrongdoings and bring them before the justice in our homeworld.”
“You promise they will answer for their crimes?”
“Yes, Ms. Emmagan, they’ll be taken before our judges and made to answer for their crimes.” Lorne crossed his fingers under the table and fervently hoped politics wouldn’t make a liar out of him.
“Then, Major Lorne, there are a few things you should know.”
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Excellent story. Very interesting universe.
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Awesome story content, love the concept and how it’s all unfolding. Look forward to the upcoming eventual conflict between the first and second expeditions
Wow! I never would have dreamed to find another type of people in the StarGate Universe but I am very glad that I stumbled upon this one! If there an introductory story about the Bloodfire? I would love to know their origins and about their gifts. Thank you for sharing your people!
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