Me: Hi, I'd like to own you and your show.
Ronon: ...No.
Me: Awwww...
So, no, I don't own Stargate Atlantis.
The world was perminently night. Not only because of it's dark history, but, it was literally dark. The sun had died, but the planet survived with it's moon as it's energy source. The ghostly shine barely lit the forecsted floor.
For the first time in years, the solid, grey ring lit up. Out of it came four people; two humans, a Satedan, and an Athonian. All were armed heavily with weapons best suited for them. They split into two groups, the Satedan with dread and the extremely nervous looking man and the group leader with the Athonian.
Walking on, the first of the two groups walked deeper into the forest. Ahead of them lie a young girl in distress. One that would change one of their lives forever.
Should I continue? If I do, I'm making a Ronon sob story. You tell me. READ AND REVIEW!
