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Othalaz
Carrie Key
I am free; I am free.
The Gods of my inheritance
are my wealth and protection.
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Chapter 4
Things were moving too quickly. One minute they were all standing there, eyeballing the other. Then the one in the center, with the huge double sided axe that gleamed bright in the dim light of the cavern made his move. Ronon had heard Lorne call this one Erik. The Satedan watched as Lorne and Sheppard moved everyone back to the Puddle Jumper. He decided to stay outside it, in case something happened. He'd never seen anything like it before. They were obviously armed with gun like weapons, but didn't use them. Instead they used axes, swords, knives and hands. Weyland grabbed one of the women that was heading for Sif and slammed her into the rocky ground. Ronon expected the woman to not get back up what with the rock debris flowing up. But almost as soon as Weyland's hands were off of her, she was up again. Weyland had said something about them being Warrior's of the Gods, and Ronon was becoming a believer. How could anyone survive what they were doing to each other?
Then something happened. The one called Erik had made a break for it. Ronon was positioned outside, Teyla, Lorne and Sheppard right in the doorway. Ronon held up his gun, taking to heart when Lorne told him, "Anyone not Weyland, Sif or Freki, feel free to shoot." Only the bastard kept dodging his blasts.
"{He is mine! I will finish what I started!}" Erik screeched. He reached the jumper, shoving Ronon aside as if he were nothing but air. Growling he grabbed for Lorne, only to have run through his hand a silver dagger. Major Evan Lorne stood there, his hand still on the hilt, in defiance. Yanking it back, Lorne readied himself to strike again, only to have the opportunity taken from him.
"{NO!}" Erik screamed as he was lifted up by an unseen force. They could only see his feet dangling down as he struggled with whatever had a hold on him.
Carefully, they crept out of the Jumper, P-90s ready, looking up. On top of the ship stood three figures, only these the group felt certain were not there to hurt them or Sif and Weyland. Holding Erik by his throat was Ingborg Odinsdottir, much like Lorne had remembered her, only more white streaked her red locks. Her grip was tight enough that Erik could only make gurgling sounds and nothing more as he struggled to free himself of his grandmother's grip. Flanking her was Gunnhild Friggasdottir, a nasty looking shotgun like weapon pointed out at the fight that halted a hundred feet away. And on Ingborg's other side was Thord Njordson, awaiting orders. It was a welcomed sight to Lorne, as Erik was powerful by himself, and seemed to have a vendetta against him. To have Erik and five other Einherjar, even as young as they were, was frightening.
"{Ingborg Odinsdottir, I am in your debt. My thanks.}" Lorne bowed his head to the older woman.
"{Save it for your wife, Evan. When the Traveler's contacted us, we had no choice but to come and see if Weyland had stumbled across you. I'm glad now that she took the initiative.}" Ingborg whispers something to Thord, who immediately jumps off the top of the Puddle Jumper and heads over to Weyland and Sif. When there he throws some things to Weyland and both begin to bind the hands of the other Einherjar.
Lorne decided to switch over to English to make it easier for both sides to understand what was being said. "I guess we have a lot to go over, Ingborg."
"Yes, we do. But first we must take care of this traitorous beast!" She hissed the latter part into Erik's face. As she threw him down onto the ground, Erik and the others that came with him vanished in flashes of Asgard beams. This sent Ingborg and the others into a tizzy. There were shouts and commands being given by Ingborg. Before they all knew it, they were taken in a flash of similar Asgard beams.
***
It was heaven. That's the only way he could describe it. Seriously, no other words came close to what he was feeling right then. Evan Lorne was in heaven. In his arms, her own around him, was his wife, Thraya. She still smelled like his wife and certainly felt like his wife. His body instantly recognized her, but his mind was at war at first. She was dead. But when her lips touched his, his mind and body agreed. This was his Thraya.
She was there waiting on them as they were being beamed up from the planet. She'd had everyone and even the Puddle Jumper brought up. Apparently she wanted to take no chances as one of the Lost Tribe's ships was also in orbit. Once the transfer had completed, Thraya threw herself at her husband, eliciting an excited cried from the Einherjar around them.
She finally whispered into his ear, "{We will have time for our reunion later. For now, I am content to have my husband back.}"
"Can't wait." Evan kissed her one last time, and then introduced her to his family from Atlantis. Once introductions were done, Thraya led the way to the bridge of the ship, with the group thinning out a bit as they went. Soon, it was only Thraya, Sif and Ingborg with the Atlanteans. As they went, Thraya explained that the Lost Tribe of the Asgard had beamed Erik and the others out. Once on the bridge, which was similar to the Orion's, Thraya welcomed them aboard The Bifrost. She barked a few orders and soon the ship was in hyperspace.
"We received a communiqué from the Traveler's about two hours after we dropped off Weyland that some allies of theirs wanted to get in contact with us. Needless to say we were pleased to hear the Tau'ri had made their way here to Pegasus." Thraya explained, as she sat down in the Commander's chair. "With your permission, Colonel Sheppard, once we complete this short jump through hyperspace, to elude the Betrayers, you can give us the coordinates to your world and we'll head there straightaway."
John nodded, "Sounds like a plan to me. And by Betrayers, I assume you mean the guy that was attacking us?"
"No, it is what we call the Asgard of this galaxy. They betrayed their brothers and sisters. We have no use for them, though they seem to have plenty for us. But we can discuss all of this after we have our new course set." After a minute, they came out of hyperspace. "Now…" Thraya was interrupted by explosions and the ship shaking violently.
The whole bridge came alive with people running to their stations and Thraya giving orders. She pointed at Sif, "{Take them to the board room. They'll be safe there. I'll send Weyland and Gunnhild to meet you.}"
Sif nodded, and taking both Ronon and Lorne's arms, began to lead the group away, with Lorne and McKay both confirming that they were to follow.
"If they're under attack, shouldn't we help?" Sheppard asked.
"You remember what the Lost Tribe did when they came to Atlantis? How can we help, sir?" Lorne said, wishing just as much he were at the helm with his wife, offering his help. "The Einherjar were brought up by the Asgard, they know how to fight them and how to handle their own. We'll just get in the way."
As they made their way after Sif, they were joined by Weyland, Gunnhild and Freki. Shortly after, they found themselves in a large room, similar to the conference room on Atlantis. The Einherjar were all chattering amongst themselves with both Lorne and McKay adding a few words. Then McKay yelled, "They what?!"
"What's going on?" Sheppard demanded.
"We're being boarded by the Asgard. Ingborg is leading the diversion to keep them away from here." Lorne explained.
Sheppard shook his head, "Why would they want us? It's not like McKay can help them anymore with that weapon."
"Apparently, it's not us they want." Lorne looked directly at Sif, who was snuggled in Weyland's arms, shaking her head and muttering to herself.
"Why would they want her?" Sheppard honestly didn't mean any offence by what he said, but it seemed Weyland took it anyway. It took Lorne stepping in between them to keep the large man from connecting with his superior officer.
"My guess is they want her to help them with whatever experiments they have lined up to stop their own degradation. Sif is the only one amongst us who is nearly immortal." Gunnhild supplied the answer.
"Well, then we wont allow them to get their hands on her." Teyla spoke up, hoping to rally the rest around her. Lorne and his team nodded their affirmations, soon followed by the rest of her own team.
Gunnhild, with her shotgun in hand, along with a few other weapons of choice with a hand's reach, shook her head. "No. You all will stay in the background and let us handle this." Then she looked straight at Lorne. "Thraya has waited a long time to be reunited with you. I will not allow it to be ruined."
Lorne sighed in resignation. He figured something like this would happen. With the exception of a few mishaps while on Atlantis, he could more than hold his own in battle. He still had Thraya's dagger with him, the same one he used on Erik. Originally he brought it with him with the intention of giving it back to Thraya, not to use it. But a bullet wasn't going to stop Erik, and he knew the metal it was made out of could slice through nearly anything known. He imagined he had more of an advantage than his friends. He recalled the reports when the Lost Tribe had shown up at Atlantis, and the descriptions of the shields they used. They sounded much like the ones the Asgard used, and the dagger he had could cut its way through it. But, the other Einherjar were hell bent on keeping him alive and safe for Thraya, which was ok, but irritating.
Soon they heard a battle raging outside the door, with shouts and screams as the Einherjar attacked. But the sounds were soon gone and replaced with the sound of the door being torn open. Coming through it were the Lost Tribe, in their armor. Weyland and Gunnhild advanced first, Sif and Freki staying in the background. Gunnhild fired her shotgun three times before using it like a club at the advancing Asgard. Weyland had his axe out and was slicing through the shield one of the Asgard had put up.
Then it happened. Something like a smoke grenade was thrown into the room and Weyland shouted, heading for Sif, who was standing next to Ronon. An Asgard had somehow breached the back of the room, and was right next to her. All four, including Freki, disappeared in a flash of light. Gunnhild lost it, bringing out the large broadsword at her side, slicing into the remaining Asgard. She hacked away at them, screaming the whole time, tears running down her face. At this time, Lorne and Sheppard both agreed it was time to step in. Lorne brandished the dagger, as the others brought up their P-90s. They advanced and joined in as Gunnhild had three more descend on her. The P-90s were having little to no effect, only the sword and dagger seemed to do anything to them. When Lorne became injured, Teyla dropped her weapon and reached for his; using it with the skills she was taught as a child to fight the Wraith.
Soon after the battle was over, Gunnhild was on her knees, crying. Lorne had mustered up enough strength, with his chest burning and bleeding ever so slightly, to move near her. He wasn't as familiar with Gunnhild, but he recognized her as one of Ingborg's understudies. The woman was very dedicated to her people, as were all Einherjar. And he imagined she did not want to face Ingborg with a failure. "{Hey, you hurt?}"
"{I should be.}" With that, she stood and readied herself for what ever Ingborg felt like dishing out to her.
Moments later, as Teyla helped tend to Evan's wounds, Ingborg walked in, and immediately Gunnhild dropped to her knees, holding her sword up in both hands. Ingborg took one look around the room, and then looked at Gunnhild with anger. Sheppard felt that if the woman who just helped to defend them could shrink away to nothing, then this Ingborg was surly not one to be messed with. "{Take Evan to see Hild, and then get yourself to the bridge. You can explain to Thraya why her husband is injured and why the only remaining person of Thor's line is gone with Weyland, Ronon and Freki!}" Before Lorne could say anything in Gunnhild's defense, Ingborg turned on her heals and left.
"That did not sound good," Teyla said quietly to Evan.
"It wasn't. I'm going to have to talk to Thraya." He said as Gunnhild and Teyla helped him up, even at his insistence he could get up fine on his own.
"No, please don't. It was my fault that they were taken. I should have known better. I've been studying under Ingborg for years now; I should have seen that coming." Gunnhild insisted on helping Evan walk to the healer's chambers, where Hild was.
"Gunnhild, I can do this on my own. Just walk with me." This was a part of the Einherjar that Lorne had a rough time understanding. Even with his military background, it didn't make sense to him, the absolute devotion to ones job and skills. When a mistake was made among these people, it was considered horrible, and most often punishable. It didn't seem to matter how small the mistake was. Frankly, how could Gunnhild have seen the Asgard coming in behind them when the room was supposed to only have one entrance? Sure they could have cut through the walls, but they didn't. How did they get in there? "How did they get in there?"
Gunnhild walked with Lorne, after tiring of his pestering, and with Teyla. The other Atlanteans had followed Ingborg to see what help they could offer with the clean up and what to do about their missing comrade. "They've been experimenting with some of Bodi's plans that Erik stole. We all were aware of what those plans entailed, so hence, I should have known they would have used one of them. They walked through the walls. They planned it."
"Gunnhild, forgive me if I am stepping out of line," Teyla started. "But, how can you know every move that every enemy is to have made?" Even with all of her battle experience, Teyla could not fathom the idea of forcing someone to know every exact move of the enemy. Even those on Atlantis don't.
"Ingborg can. She can see every move they are all to make minutes before they make it. I've failed her and worse yet, I've failed my people. And yours as well, Evan." Gunnhild's posture spoke of one defeated. When they arrived at the healer's chambers, Hild, a tiny blonde haired woman, immediately came up to Gunnhild and embraced her. She whispered something in her ear, and the older woman nodded her head. Then she bowed to Evan and Teyla and left.
"Evan! It's wonderful to see you again!" Even with the place full of others, and all them hurting on some level, Hild kept a bright outlook, trying to get her patient's to feel it as well to help them feel better. She embraced him tightly.
"Lady Hild, an honor." Before he could introduce Teyla, she had him whisked off to a bed to examine him.
"Thraya is on her way down. She just needs to finish up a few things first." She began cleaning out his chest wound, which actually felt and looked worse than it really was. The blood it seeped out made it appear worse. Though that had slowed enough.
"Good. I want to talk to her. And Hild," Evan placed his hands on hers to get her attention, "allow me to introduce Teyla Emmagan, a dear friend of mine."
"Oh, forgive me, please! I did not mean to be rude. Teyla, I am Hild. An honor to meet a friend of Evan's." Hild looked deeply embarrassed by this mishap.
"It is quite all right, Hild. It's a pleasure to meet you." Teyla gave the young woman a smile.
"Hild has always been one tracked mind, especially when it comes to helping people. I believe Hroder and you got into many arguments over that." Evan knew what he said would bring a blush to her face, but he wasn't ready for the sadness laced in her eyes as well. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken of him." Sif never came right and said that Hroder was dead; he just figured it out with what she wasn't saying. And the look in Hild's eyes confirmed for him that his brother-in-law was dead. The two had been close friends, and she was the one Hroder brought to help Thraya give birth to Etoh.
"No, its just I expect him to say his typical response when anyone says that. No one has said it in a long time." She smiled sadly at him as she finished cleaning out his wound. "Good news is you will be fine. Just need to put a bandage on it and it will heal nicely on its own. Not deep at all. But since it's near your heart, it bled more."
"I'm glad to hear he'll live," Thraya's voice came in behind Lorne and Teyla. When they turned around they saw her holding a small boy with a full head of blonde hair. Lorne gave an audible gasp; this boy could be Etoh if not for the hair color! "Someone was asking for you…" Thraya let the boy down and he ran to Hild who scooped him up.
"Hey." Evan said to Thraya.
"Hey, yourself. We have a meeting in two hours as we have repairs that are needed to be made, or else we'd be meeting sooner to discuss what happened." Thraya caught both Evan and Teyla eyeing the boy. "And I'd like to introduce you to your nephew, Evan. This is Hroder's son, Jormundr."
Evan's face filled with surprise as he took in what his wife had just said. "Really?"
"Hroder and I never said anything about our relationship due to my position among the Gythia and with him set to become the next Chieftain. It was best to keep it private to avoid problems with others. I didn't even know I was pregnant until after we arrived here." Hild shyly explained.
"It came as a surprise to us all, but a welcomed one, considering we didn't even know if we were the last of our kind or not." Thraya added. "Ingborg has taken command for now, to give us some time alone. Teyla, if you would ask one of the guards posted outside, they will escort you to your friends. You will have to excuse me and Evan as we take a few minutes to reacquaint ourselves."
"Of course. Is there anything I can do to help your people? I am skilled in many things, and am quick to learn what I do not already know." Teyla offered.
"Thank you, but Ingborg feels it better that you all stay together, especially since your friend was taken as well. She has allowed McKay to help Bodi with some of the repairs, as he seems to have experience dealing with things, as least he claims to."
"Oh, trust us, he does." Evan said. "In fact he's helped repair two or three," he looked to Teyla for confirmation who just nodded her head. "I've commanded one."
Thraya knew the last part, though it may be true, was part of Evan's way to flirt with her. She always found it adorable when he would point out the little things that weren't really so little. "Really? Well, maybe I will have more than one use for you…" Thraya leans in for a kiss.
Teyla took this as her cue to make a polite exit. Hild grinned and giggled, mumbling to them to go to the Commander's quarters.
***
"I still can't believe it is you." Evan traced Thraya's arm as he held her in the bed in her quarters. They'd finished making love for the first time in years, just moments ago. And just as before when they were among her people, her wolfhound laid down at the foot of the bed, looking lost and lonely. Only this time it wasn't Swain, it was Pip, the spitting image of his father.
"Nor I you. I dreaded for the longest time you might have perished like so many others had." She turned to her back, reaching up with her hand to caress his cheek.
"What happened that day, Thraya? I tried to get Sif to tell me, but she refused." It really concerned him that Sif had refused to tell him anything dealing with the Revolution.
"It's a very long story and we may not have enough time to get to all of it." Her voice had gone from its normal strong tone to a quiet one.
"Well, then I guess just start at the beginning and then we can finish in spurts." He kissed her cheek.
"Ok, but it may not be easy for you to hear some of this…" Thraya knew it wasn't easy for her to recount some this tale. Some of it she had long buried deep, throwing herself into the everyday tasks to survive.
She began with the day of the celebration. Little Etoh was running around not helping with the preparations, but Hroder and the others didn't seem to mind, laughing at the child's antics. When it was time for the inner thirteen to head to the mountain to begin the celebration, Thraya did what she normally did with Etoh since he could walk and they were on Valhalla. She left him in the care of Swain, her wolfhound. The old wolf was very protective of the child and was surprisingly good at keeping him out of trouble. And never far away was Vorra and this day was no different. The three of them agreed to meet up with Thraya later after the initial celebration began. And by that time Evan was to have joined them from Earth.
Hroder, Sif and Erik had already made their way up. Leif had spent the night there in preparation, and Bodi walked with Thraya, talking nonsense things about a woman that recently caught his eye. When they had reached the top they had seen the blood leading into the inner chambers. Once inside they saw no one, but a trail of blood leading out. Both decided to follow it, not alerting anyone yet to what they found. "We should have said something. If we had, maybe things would have ended up differently." Evan held her closer as she continued.
They had walked around, following the trail only to see Sif bleeding in her stomach. This was down a little ways from the top, down near where there had been a playground set up for the children. Sif had spoken something about a traitor and pointed down that way. Bodi had to really run to catch up with Thraya as she recalled her mother saying that she was taking Etoh there before meeting up with her. Just as she arrived there she witnessed Erik, with Leif pinning Hroder to a wall standing over Etoh's small body, bloody sword in hand. This was on the pathway leading up to the mountain, just above the playground. Not far away lay her mother's body with Swain's. Thraya didn't listen to what Leif was saying and went after Erik. How could they pin this on Hroder when it was Erik who stood over the body with the blade as if he'd just slew him? Leif let go of Hroder and struck Thraya.
Hroder ended Leif's reign as Chieftain then and there, with his bare hands around his neck. Thraya and Hroder both, with an injured Sif being supported by Bodi, all chased after Erik. When they returned to the inner chambers, Thraya was jumped by two young Einherjar and placed in a stasis pod. Apparently the room had been littered with them.
"The rest I know from what the others have told me. It was Erik and Leif who were behind the whole thing, they killed mother, Swain and Etoh." Tears marred her face as old emotions came running back. And she wasn't the only one. Evan wept for his lost son. His mother-in-law, brother-in-law, and wolfhound that had come to mean a lot to him. Most of all he wept for his wife for having to face all of this without him.
"I wish I had been there." He cried into her hair.
"No!" She pushes him away so she can look him straight in the eye. "I'm glad you weren't there. Erik targeted Etoh specifically. And he was gunning for you as well. Bodi confirmed that for me after they released me from stasis. He had been upset when you weren't there with Etoh. Apparently he had chosen a few of us to come over here to Pegasus with him to the Betrayers, and you and Etoh were considered a blemish that needed to be wiped out so I could begin anew."
"You're kidding! Erik felt that way?" Evan was taken aback. Erik always seemed to like him and Etoh. Never gave him a reason to believe otherwise.
"You were going to diminish the bloodline that was already suffering, apparently." She spoke with spite.
"Yeah well, I'm going to make him pay." He didn't like the look on her face. "What?"
"Erik is mine. No one else can touch him. They can hurt him, but his life is mine." She sat up as she told him this.
"The wergild?" Evan was almost furious with her. "Why? What about Ingborg? How could she let you do this?"
"I did it for our son! I did it so Ingborg wouldn't have to!" Her tears became ones of anger. "Erik killed so many in cold blood, not just our son. He caused so much hurt and pain. He broke so many laws. He was the main reason behind what happened to Sif!"
"Wait! Back up? Sif? He did that to Sif?" Evan was sitting up with her now, fists balled up in anger over what he was hearing.
"He bragged about it in front of the Betrayers. He paraded her around like a prized toy. Then he bragged about killing Hroder and proving that Sif couldn't be killed by a normal weapon, listing off everything he did to her before shoving her into stasis. He talked about how he was the one that drove her to the edge, by killing Valknr. He killed him right in front of her, with her own weapon! The man who was to become her husband a few weeks later, dead to drive her past insanity in some messed up experiment he and Loki concocted. Only the Trickster took all the blame, not indicating Erik at all."
"Now, as an Einherjar devoted to Tyr, what would you do?" She paused for a moment. "Justice must be met, and who better to serve it than one of Tyr?"
"But the wergild is so dangerous, though. At least that's what you always said. Or was that just a story to tell me to make you guys seem more dangerous?" He really didn't know what to feel at that moment. Anger was big, but sorrow was also in place. Both emotions were fighting and neither was winning.
"It is dangerous. Which is another reason I chose to do it. Not many are going to dispute one of Tyr, an Asgard who devoted his life to seeing Justice met and carried out. Anyone else and they would have cried for their heads for enacting it. No one, except for Erik, will try to stop me from doing what needs to be done. In fact Ingborg was going to bring him on board the ship with the rest of you, but he got away. She wants this over just as much as I do. So does Bodi." She felt him place his arms around her, pressing his body against hers.
"It may take awhile for me to absorb all of this in."
"I know."
"I love you."
"And I you."
With that, the two found themselves mourning again for their loses, this time Pip edged his way up to them, not wanting to be left out.
***
When he woke up, Ronon felt a heavy weight on his legs. Moving them wasn't an option as what ever was on his legs didn't want to move. He could tell it was alive, what ever it was.
"I see you are waking. Good." Ronon knew he should know the voice that spoke to him, but his mind was so foggy. Then he heard the voice speak again, in a language he didn't know, but recognized the word Freki.
"Weyland?" he groaned out.
"It's me. And that is Freki. Who is being difficult."
"Why's he on me?" Ronon tried to move, and succeeded in lying on his back, but Freki refused to move; only allowing Ronon enough freedom of his legs to turn.
"Probably thinking of you as a lost pup. He gets a bit over protective. But it's a sign he likes you," the large man smiled down at Ronon. "Freki is also pretty finicky when it comes to people. So you must be good."
"Great." Ronon glanced around the room, not really listening to Weyland talk more to Freki, apparently trying to encourage the animal to move, but with no success. The room was two tones; one for the walls and one for the ceiling and floor. The doorframe was obvious, but there was nothing else in there, except for a mess by the door. A small square shape had been dug out of the wall, and wires and crystals were evident.
Weyland smirked when he saw Ronon noticed his handiwork. "I really should have listened to Bodi more when he went over this stuff with me and Gunnhild." He sits down unceremoniously next to Ronon and Freki. The wolfhound stretches out to lay his head on Weyland's lap, gazing up at his owner. Weyland muses as he pats the wolf's head, "These Asgard, their technology isn't that far removed from mine. Just enough differences it seems so we know it's not the real Asgard, but close enough that if Bodi were here, we'd be long gone."
"Is that so?" Ronon finally frees his legs from under Freki, who gives him a sad look. "Where's Sif?"
"Don't know." Weyland shook his head. "Wasn't here when I woke up. I imagine they are making sure they can get whatever it is they need from her. Better be in one piece though, or I may have to have hurt somebody."
"You care for her, don't you?"
Weyland squints at Ronon, trying to figure him out. "You aren't from Earth that much I can tell. At least some of their lesser qualities haven't rubbed off on you."
Ronon grunted. "Was that a question not to ask?" He knew Lorne had warned them that the Einherjar could take offense to many things, and he hoped quietly that he didn't offend this man. After seeing him fight he knew he didn't want to tousle with him. No, Ronon Dex would rather face off an entire army of Wraith.
"No, it's just most of the Tau'ri pussy foot around a lot of things and ask things in the wrong manner. Evan was an impolite little maggot to most of us until Thraya taught him some manners. He still gets on my nerves at times." He spit out the words with venom. Then he smiled, "But he's a good man and very honorable. Just needed to learn a little finesse." Sighing deeply, Weyland answers Ronon's question, "Yes, I do care about her."
In a way, it made sense to Ronon. It seemed to him that Weyland was a little unhinged, but not as bad as Sif. "Cool."
"I've never broached it with her, since she was to marry my brother, but since we've been here and not on Valhalla, I can't help it." He glances at the door. "You have a woman, Ronon?"
"Yeah."
Not used to short answers, Weyland stares at Ronon, expecting more, but Ronon just stares back. "Well?"
"Well, what?" Ronon was a little confused.
"Who is she?"
"Doctor Keller."
"Ah, a healer. Makes sense I guess. A warrior like you would need a healer. I imagine she's a good one?" This man before him reminded Weyland of Hroder in more ways than one. Hroder rarely made a lot of conversation, and it was worse than trying to get a straight answer out of an Asgard to get him to actually take part in one.
"One of the best. She's the Chief Medical Officer of Atlantis." Ronon really wasn't sure just how much he should tell this guy. Sure he knew that the people of Earth were allies with the Einherjar, but how much have these people changed over the time they've been away?
"Excellent. I've always liked making friends with the healers. Never know when it might be to your advantage."
Before Ronon could respond, the door opened. Freki immediately started growling and got between them and the ones in the doorway; two Asgard in their armor and Erik, with Sif unconscious in his arms. It was plainly obvious that she was injured, only to what extent neither man could tell. Weyland went berserk. Erik dropped Sif, causing Freki to hover over her as the two men exchanged blows. Ronon tried to use this as a diversion to attack the Asgard. When he went to make his move, they both lifted up guns and fired them. One hit Weyland and the other hit Ronon. Both men went down instantly, shrouded in black.