Roles

Author's note: This chapter on the mating part. Even animals court mates. Magpies steal blue household items to decorate their nest. Peacocks dance to Peahens. Even dung beetles do something with their dung balls. Humans call a date dinner romance but it is just another mating behavior. And I was frustrated by the part where you get drones with weapons and Wraith Commanders attacking with their hands in the invasion of Atlantis. That's in the last part.

Disclaimer: the Stargate franchise and aliens that they created are the property of MGM. This is just a fictional story made out of fun and has no profit or commercial value derived from it. The OCs are mine.

The Primary Queen bowed respectfully before her Queen Mother.

She does looks exactly like her mother. Even with our genes. Extremely strong mind presence.The Queen Mother was interested.

Her mother kept to her agreement. The Primary Queen continued.

The Queen mother nodded. Our words must be kept once given. Her mother remains a powerful entity after her mortal demise. What is next for the hybrid? This Origin of fire.

First mating rights to one she fought for. My Lead Cruiser Commander. He was her former Commander on the old battlecruiser. The Primary Queen reported.

Our ways must be followed. She is recognised as full Wraith but does she know her obligations to him? The Queen Mother enquired.

Only that she is freed after the claim is completed. The Primary Queen stated.

Not good enough, my daughter. Check her pheromones. It will be time soon. Telara will be sent to her. The others may not be more accepting of her ignorance. You may leave now.

The Primary Queen bowed and left for her cruiser.

You have a visitor from the Queen Mother. The Second Commanding officer was outside her quarters with someone.

The door opened and a hooded worshipper in a long blue gown walked in.

"I don't need a personal worshipper." She was adamant that no worshipper should serve her. She was still hurting from regenerating a few bones. The Lead Cleverman came earlier and took blood. He checked her broken bones as well. It would hurt for one more day. Worse, they were stuck on the Wraith-like planet for another cycle.

The woman calmly removed her hood. Long scarlet hair cascaded down to her waist. She bowed gracefully to the hybrid. It was one of the Queen Mother's attendants at the meeting

The worshipper's soft feminine voice spoke. "The Queen Mother sent me to you. For an errand. Of the most sensitive nature. My name is Telara. I am her senior worshipper."

"What is the sensitive matter?" She was intrigued.

"Your first mating and what you need to know."

She groaned. Even the Queen Mother knew of her predicament.

"All I am interested to know is can he unclaim me? Any way?" She really needed to get out of the situation. Death was not an option.

"Unfortunately no. However what I will say may make the transition of your role easier." Telara answered.

"Go on."

Telara's description of mating left her mortified. Ignorance was indeed bliss. The horrifying parts were about the mating process and first birth. She had winced at the thought of continual feeding process required while the fertilisation took place. No wonder, some male wraiths do not survive mating with Queens. An over-enthusiatic Queen can drain them out of all their lifeforce.

"What if he drains me first?" She was getting worried. She could not win the Commander in a fight.

"Unlikely, the pheromones will increase your lifeforce taking more from him. He will need to worry if you will drain him dry."

Telara calmed her down and proceeded to talk the method of fertilisation. She gagged. It was almost primitive. Apparently, female wraith bodies will automatically know what to do. It was a genetic memory. From Telara, she got the whole descriptive process and she felt a twist in her feeding hand.

Telara continued about first birth and female births. The first birth was natural like how humans and other species. Only females came from natural birth because it required a form of telepathic control over the crucial stages of foetal development. Only a Queen had that strength to regulate the gender. Lower ranked females only gave birth to males. She now knew why a Queen would honor a male wraith with a future Queen. Too painful to bear female children.

"I am not having any children after this." She declared. Telara smiled.

"The subsequent births could be regulated by organic transfers to an incubation pod which eliminated natural birth and increase yield of male wraith babies. The first mating will change her physiology to adapt. That includes storing multiple genetic materials from other male wraiths should you breed again." Telara explained.

"Why couldn't we be like the Iratus, just lay eggs and let the male fertilise the eggs? Then wait for the eggs to hatch. It would simplify the process." She was dead serious.

"The subsequent births could be thought of it that way." Telara was trying not to laugh. The hybrid is very innocent.

"Um. So after he fertilise me." She paused and made a face at the disgusting thought. "I am free?".

"You are free when you bear him the first viable child." Telara replied.

"Whaaaaaaat?" She thought that it would be just mating then she was free.

Telara shook her head. "The first child is his and it depends if he wants to claim him as his own. If he values you, he will claim him. If not, your Queen lays claim."

"Well, my pheromones are not going to work. I will just ask the Biological cleverman to dampen it again." That was a way out other than trying to drain her Commander dry.

" None will do that. Your mate will kill them within his rights." Telara knew that the hybrid wanted out some way.

"Not if I can ask him. He does not want me. The claim happened after an argument."

"Does not matter. If he fails to get a first child, it will imply that he is sterile and for a Wraith of his standing, it is a humiliation." Telara corrected her.

"How do you know so much about fertilisation and mating? You are not Wraith." The hybrid was very inquisitive.

"Experience of being the Queen's trusted worshipper. Privy to the private chambers during mating."

"I will throw up if I see that." The hybrid was still childlike.

It was three cycles since they were back from the Meeting of Queens. A familar sight of the larger terraformed planet was welcomed. He had thought of going hunting again. Until a message came in. A nightmare.

He stared at the results in the data tablet laid before him. The hybrid's pheromones are increasing. Based on the pattern, it was a matter of a few more cycles.

Take care of the other affairs we spoke about. I will be off to the planet surface for some personal business. He was agitated. This was bad news.

Commander, you will have your first child. His Second Commanding officer congratulated him.

Oh and you better take her off the ship. Mating frenzy. His Second added as he dodged the flying data tablet and a few other objects from the growling Commander.

Her eyes opened to the light of the twin suns and the chirping of the native insects. She was sleeping against him under the furs. He was holding her close to him. She felt something burning in her abdomen. His chest was vibrating softly against her. Her Commander was purring beside her. She felt his breath on her. Her head was against his chin. She gazed at his face. He opened his eyes. The once golden cold predatory eyes she once knew were now softened sleepy eyes. He planted kisses on her face. Kisses felt odd since she watched and learnt how he toyed with female prey. He used to kiss female prey. It was the signal of doom. Then watch her feed on the female prey. It was both their game. A game they enjoyed.

The first mating was not as terrible as it was made out to be. The claim was now almost completed. She knew that he was unhappy about the first mating. Both had expected the Primary Queen to object. He could have gotten very gruff and rough on her. He was surprisingly gentle to her. Tender even. There were special arrangements made for them on the planet surface prior to the mating. He had personally overseen that the place was tastefully furnished during their stay. That would explain his absence for those few days. There were flowers, jewellery and even new dresses made for her. He took her for strolls and spoke of nature. Then her pheromones became high.

Their lifeforces mixed during the mating process and she saw another side of him. A softer side. An artistic side. He used to like drawing nature as a young boy. He seemed happier in his distant youth. Not the hardened Commander he was. Images of his City and his home. His mother and his sire. His sire was the only mate which was unusual. His mother must be really bonded to him. His brothers including the late one she knew. They were innocent as children. Running along a stream...catching multicolored insects...toying with Iratus webs. He liked catching Iratus and studying them when he was young...had things been different, he would have been a cleverman.

She held him closely and smelled his musky long hair. He opened his eyes and planted more gentle kisses on her forehead while murmuring words of laying claim to his first child. He had never mated after being taken into a relative's hive and then this one. The hardness of life after his world was destroyed made him brutal. Yet he seem so different now.

His eyes were still closed. She saw the tattooes near his chest snaking around to the back. His arms were also heavily tattooed. Each tattoo stood for each battle he fought and won. There was a lot of tattooes. His face tattoo was of his sigils. Dark Waters. The spinal ridges on his back were sensitive to touch. She ran her fingers on them and he shivered slightly with a satisfied growl. Then he started purring again. Wraiths purr when they were blissful or contented. She just found that out.

She felt contented. A new life was growing inside her. A radiance was glowing outwards. The child was theirs. His and her first. His hand was on her abdomen. Rubbing it gently as though he knew.

You should throw yourself out of the airlock. You mated with food. Food was his nickname for her. The first time they met. She remembered his rule on female prey and attempts to mate with them.

Food fought a Queen to mate with me. Food is Wraith. I mated with a Wraith. If anyone call my mate food, out the airlock. I told you the first time we met that you are mine. He rubbed her shoulder. He smiled at her. Wraith humor. His eyes twinkled. She laughed. He did bargain cocooned prey to feed on her with his late brother.

Throatgrabber. She snickered. He had held her by the throat on the first meeting.

Escaping food. I caught you. Still mine. He held her closely purring.

The Hive fleet had just came out of hyperspace. They left their territory several cycles ago. Their Primary Queen wanted a fight with Lanteans. An inexperienced Queen was in the fleet for experience. Their objective was to reinforce the battered factions near the known space corridor where the Hive fleet first encountered Lanteans. The nearby factions were all mustering their forces to assist. They have stopped by five host planets to replenish. Now a familiar sight greeted them. The graveyards of Lanteans and Wraith ships. Remnants of Hive ships and Lantean vessels scattered the space. Other Hive ships and escorts have arrived from hyperspace. Amounting to more than thirty. There was news of a possible Lantean ship in the area.

Her abdomen have grown slightly with new life. She had been meditating on thoughts of a female child. She was still able to lead fighters. Her Commander was not happy about the orders from their Primary. She was part of the boarding party. A captured Lantean ship was necessary to their faction hosts. He could not protest against a Queen. She was ecstatic. She wanted to fly her fighter and lead. It did not matter now. The shrill alarm went off.

Lead fighter pilot. Standby. Two Lantean battleships on approach. One damaged. The Second Commanding Officer ordered.

Received. All standby for swarm. She replied.

First wave of Hive ships have engaged. He reported.

Release. Stay close to cruiser. He gave the signal

Received. Everyone undock.

Objective is to board the vessel on third wave. He repeated the objective loud and clear.

Noted.

She led the fighters out. Before them, large bursts of lights. Explosive shockwaves went through from afar, rocking their small fighters. More hyperspace windows were opening. More Hive ships and their escorts were coming in. They were battering the shields of the Lantean battleships. Drones were swimming in space towards some Hive ships while the others continued firing on it. One Lantean battleship exploded...rocking the fighters violently as they stayed close to the fighters

Second wave going in now. He reported again.

Received. Now all prepare to engage.

Board on opportunity. Third wave GO GO GO. He signalled the team

Hangar everyone.

Yes. Leader. Her group of fighters chorused.

All the Hive ships and cruisers released their swarms of fighters. Small explosions as the surrounded Lantean battleship struggled to fire. Drones were released again...one cruiser swerved up to take the hit for its Hive ship.

Move away from drone release area. Now Now Now.

Their team swerve nimbly. There were more drones released.

HANGAR NOW. Their team flew into the hangar. Another team followed into the opposite hangar. The other team was to help secure the weapons room in the ship and spares will be sent to the bridge. A third team will come from their Hives for reinforcement.

Second. We are in. Inform others. She did not want any over-enthusiastic Hive ship firing away while her boarding party was on.

Acknowledged.

The Wraiths jumped out of the fighters. Ancients were firing at them. Wraith stun weapons were set to kill now. They fired back. Some more Ancients came running.

Quick stasis pods. We need to take most out. They split into another team. She was leading them to the stasis pods. According to the schematics one Wraith faction got their hands on.

Grenade thrown. A few more Ancients came down. A few turns. They were at the stasis section.

Three grenades. Three grenades were thrown in. Oxygen pipes linked to the stasis pods tend to go off in consecutive fashion. One of the Wraith blades quickly put an organic device to lock the area of stasis pods. The Lantean doors could act as a partial shield when explosions took place. It also contained the fires.

Bridge now. They fired and took cover. They met with the most ridiculous sight. Cloned warriors with stun guns and the three Wraith officers were just dependent on their hands fighting their way through. Must be from the other Hive ship. She slapped her hand on her forehead. Imbeciles. Feeding hands are not usable weapons in invading ships. Settlements maybe.

Move up to that group of idiots. She motioned to her group. The others rejoined them. She led the way and fired at the Ancient man calmly at point blank range. His back was to them. He was distracted firing at a Wraith from the other Hive and trying to continually keep the Wraith down.

Hands much? Take one of the damn stun guns from idiot 1 and idiot 2 in your group. They are cloned. You are not. She glared at the Wraith who was getting up. He looked a bit sheepish.

Use the stun grenade. She ordered her blade.

One STUNNER coming up. Take cover! The group took cover. Those stun grenades did not really bother them. Being in direct contact caused an annoying buzzing sound in her ears for a day. The Wraiths tend to get buzzing in the telepathic communication. If any were affected, she would have to listen to their multitonal voices. Buzzing ears and multitonal voices do not work well with buzzing telepathy. On the Ancients, it was a different story. Every Ancient crew member on the bridge fell unconscious.

They will be food later. If those imbeciles from the other group do not keep slamming their hands on unconscious ones now. Her group snickered at her comment. The other group were just feeding.

Guard the area now. I am going to control the ship. Patch to them that we have bridge now. Ask who wants this flying trap. She sat herself down on the Lantean battleship. It was a different type of ship. The pad was on the head of the chair. Her head went on it.

Our hosts want it. They said the Ancients are ours. Equal share of any Zero point modules. Oh and the other group is also theirs. Our Primary agreed. One of her blades reported.

Ok tell those imbeciles to do a room by room sweep. We blew up the stasis pods. Not many Ancients left. She ordered.

"We did sweep. We did throw a lot of stun grenades." The young Wraith blade from the other team said to her in his multitonal voice. Probably got affected by the stun grenades.

"Why not use telepathy to communicate?" She already guessed the answer.

"We got too ...excited. My telepathic communication is...uh...buzzing. I still can hear."

The Primary Hive fleet signalled her to follow. The other Hive ships now turned around. They were now escorting the captured battleship. Others left and hyperspace windows opened.

Patch to them. Give me space to fly this giant dead thing. I never flew a Lantean battleship before. Only their small cyclindrical vessels. She was settling herself into the chair. They had a small Lantean cyclindrical vessel in the Hive ship's hangar. The Primary Queen allowed her to fly with a fighter escort. No cloaking.

Done, Leader. Uh. Commander says good job and beware the morons from the other Hive. All young ones. She was the leading Wraith officer. The other group needed a talk about how to actually board a vessel. Being Wraith did not make one invincible. New inexperienced blades with a couple of cloned wraiths. All hands ,not guns. On a Lantean battleship. Stupid.

Suddenly the Hive fleets gave them a wide berth. The ship was now escorted. A prize.

HEY GET OFF MY LINE OF SIGHT. The two young Wraith blades and their cloned warriors from the other team were blocking her view.

"Sorry, we are just excited. Never been on a Lantean battleship. With a Wraith Officer flying it."

"Can I sit on that chair and how do you fly this dead ship?"

"What does this console do?"

"That chair looks so cool. The gel is glowing on your head."

"I want to sit on the chair, can I?"

No. And we need to talk about that later. NOW MOVE. She glared at them. They scrambled to the side as her group snickered at them. She probably had to start teaching this young ones.

"Wow the ship flies. Without anyone on these two consoles."

SHUT UP. Stand behind BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT THE AIRLOCK.

Roles. So different.