Chapter Seven: Lost In Translation
As Clark returned to the Balcony he left off from, he noticed the lack of Wraith Darts whizzing around. He smiled slightly as he landed softly, before looking over to the door.
Clark was contemplating what to tell everybody, when suddenly the door opened. Armed Marines came in and pointed their Rifles at him, as Major Sheppard made through the middle of them, training his own weapon on him.
"Drop your weapons. You'll be coming with us, Lieutenant!" He ordered, watching Clark's movements.
Clark sighed, nodding. He placed the swords on the floor, before walking up to the Major.
"I'd order your men to stand down, Major. It'd only be a waste of ammunition." Clark told him solemnly, before waving his hand ahead of him; indicating that he was ready.
Sheppard frowned, but nodded to the Marines, who lowered their weapons. "Follow me." He stated simply, walking into the Structure.
Just as they reached the control room, Sheppard broke the silence that had descended upon them ever since he'd order Clark to follow him.
"What are you?" He asked loudly, his face still looking ahead of him.
"From what I managed to summarise from my findings on earth; I'm something called a Kryptonian. The only other things I know are my abilities." Clark replied, looking down at his feet. "I came to earth in the Meteor shower that hit Smallville."
The Major nodded, before frowning again, stopping at the entrance to the control room.
"How do you know you're a Kryptonian?"
"Dr. Vergil Swann. He picked up a transmission from space that read 'Kryptonian' a few days after the Meteor's hit, so more likely than not; that's not what I am. But it's the only thing he's managed to uncover from his years trying to find something."
"Swann. Heard about him. Not a lot, but enough to know that he's given The Whitehouse a lot to do to keep everything hushed up." Was Sheppard's reply.
Clark nodded and followed Sheppard into the large room. Carter, Teyla, Ford and an unknown man were standing around talking loudly, until they noticed that Sheppard and Clark were there.
"You have some explaining to do..." Was Carter's immediate welcome.
Clark nodded again, and sat himself down in a swivel chair.
"He says he's something called a Kryptonian..." Sheppard trailed off, as he leaned back against a terminal. "Does it ring a bell, Rodney?"
Clark realised that the unknown man must be Rodney Mckay, one of the other members of SG-1.
Rodney thought for a moment, not looking at anything in particular, drumming his fingers on a console. His fingers stopped, and his eyes went wide, before rushing to a touch screen device that was laying on one of the desks.
"It does, actually..." He mumbled. He looked up at the larger screen, which turned into what was on his device.
"In 1989; Earth received two messages from the Ancients, but not from Atlantis. We weren't able to track the location. One came through the Stargate, which we received in 1994, due to it being dormant. The other was picked up by many of our satellites.
The Stargate received this message." Mckay said, pressing a button on his pad.
On the large screen, 'ANKIONTS R........... ....... THE PEGASUS; YOUR...'.
"I found a log on one of the consoles here; that read."
Above the first message, this appeared; 'ANCIENTS RELYAING FROM THE PEGASUS, YOUR...'
"Now, because of the signal strength of the message sent to our satellites; that transmission was jumbled and only letters got through. Not very good."
Underneath the two messages, 'KRYPTONIANS'
"The K, T, O, N, I, A, N, S forms the words ANKIONTS. The Spare R, Y, P, T must be Relaying, Your, Pegasus and The.
Needless to say; we never received the whole transmission." Rodney finished off.
Everyone turned their attention to Clark. Feeling rather uncomfortable, he scratched the back of his head.
"This means?" He asked uncertainly, not having been able to follow the majority of what had just been said.
Sam stepped forward and stared at Clark. "That means that your...an Ancient."
