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CHAPTER 10

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He figured that Choma must have been on the very brink of the Pegasus galaxy because their world had been at the peak of their history. They had computers and technology that could easily rival Earth's. The total population had almost reached seven billion and even though they had problems, they knew their history and they knew exactly where they came from. Of course that didn't mean that the various countries agreed on much, apparently politics never changed, no matter where you go.

Tension had built up between two of the three superpowers on Choma. They couldn't agree on anything but they didn't go to war until an accident happened on neutral ground, later they found out that a gas line had busted and leaked causing an explosion on the ground floor of a forty story trade building. Each side blamed the other while the third superpower stood back and waited. By the time the truth came out, it was too late.

Nations banned together and tried to overthrow their neighbors, Choma was in total chaos. Millions died and then there were natural disasters happening across their globe, bringing the death toll up into the billions. Droughts dried up entire harvests in some countries while floods wiped out fields of crops in others. The major fault line which ran through the third superpower nation finally had their big one which caused the worse damage in hundreds of years and still the war persisted.

As the war started to wind down the Wraith had appeared. Once the people of Choma realized the bigger threat sides changed almost instantly overnight into two main groups. Those who wanted to fight the Wraith and those who would serve the Wraith.

The numbers of those who allied with the Wraith were dramatically lower than the numbers who wanted to resist but over the last year when Choma was in a siege, the population of the resistance had shrunk to a few million on each continent, the demographic spread out accordingly enough to provide bases of operations across the globe.

The Wraith had a hive ship in Choma's orbit, John supposed that whatever happened, the hive ship couldn't leave and wouldn't send a signal for help. But why would they, this was a great place to stay. The feeding ground here was huge compared to the rest of the galaxy and they didn't have to share. Which might explain why the hive never culled with darts. Drones and even the higher ups would come down to the planet and personally chase down their food.

He arrived as the resistance was starting to work but he helped them become better. He knew more about Wraith technology than anyone on their planet, even though he hadn't been able to explain why, and they trusted him because he proved himself numerous times.

He was a part of their fight. He had become a part of their lives. He had a place among their ranks and he had a place in Trin's heart as well as Mat's. But he didn't know anything about them, yet he cared. He had to leave but only because he needed to find out what happened to Atlantis. He had to come back, if only see his part to the end.

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"We have to tell everyone." Trin realized aloud.

"No," Adnon shook his head and started pacing, "we can't."

"They'll figure it out, Adnon," Trin replied, "He doesn't even remember Mat."

"No," he spun around and faced her, "they don't have to know, he can pretend. I'll convince the council to let us go to the ring."

"Didn't you tell Marx and Jez? Besides," Trin scoffed, "they trust Shep more than they trust you."

"Look, all I'm saying is that if I can talk to the council then they won't find out that he doesn't remember them."

"What I'm saying is that they'll think it's weird that he isn't talking to them about it."

"HE is standing right here," John broke in, completely confused about what they were arguing about.

"I know that," Adnon grinned, "but we're pretending that you're not."

"Great," John muttered, "what's the problem anyways?"

"Well," Adnon sighed loudly, "the leader of the strike force of our entire country has amnesia and has to lead an attack in five days."

"What-"

Adnon shushed him, "Let me finish before you start with more questions. Included in this major problem of mine is the fact that you can't remember being the leader of the strike force and the fact that no one knows your whole plan except you."

"All we know is that you said you knew exactly where to aim," Trin added with a shrug.

John nodded, he was leading some sort of attack in five days and he wasn't even sure what his plan was. "I'm in the military here?"

Adnon laughed, "Everyone here's in the military; we wouldn't be able to live if we all didn't fight. The only ones that aren't part of the fight are the children."

"What do you guys do?" John asked, curious and wanting to let the explanations sink in for a bit.

"I used to be a scientist," Adnon said quietly, "Now I help build explosives. Which really isn't that bad but it's not quite where I wanted my life to be."

"Medical school," Trin said in the same distant tone as Adnon, "I was going to be a surgeon, but when the war started I went into emergency medicine. I was a field doctor until the Vamps came."

"What do you do now?" John asked.

"Strategy," Trin shrugged as if that could have been a logical jump in some universe, "Apart from you, I know the Vamps the best."

John nodded, but that still didn't explain everything, "If the Wraith- I mean Vamps are attacking yo-this planet, why does it matter if we're out during the night or day?"

"It happened during the War, Shep," Adnon explained, "I helped create the prototype but I never thought; I never even imagined that it would turn out this way."

"What?" John questioned just as he thought that it was just wonderful that this planet had more than one enemy because it made things just so much simpler.

Trin sighed, "We turned to bio-warfare."

Oh that can't be good…

"You know to try and see if we could neutralize all the aggressive feelings." Trin licked her lips and looked to Adnon to continue.

"It didn't turn out like we planned," Adnon said and then laughed, "Actually, it didn't work at all, at least on people."

"What happened?" John prompted.

"We don't know for sure," Adnon admitted, "but we think it leaked and Denevia found out. They sabotaged us; I don't even think they completely knew what we were doing because I'm sure they didn't want this to happen."

Adnon took a deep breath and continued, "The Jandors, the Pax changed them. They used to be scavengers, stayed mostly in deserts but since the Pax, they're everywhere and they kill anything that moves. They hate the dark though, so we're at least safe from them at night."

"Jandors?" John quirked his eyebrow.

"Yeah," Adnon nodded but at John's continued confusion he explained, "you know, birds almost as big as Mat."

"Those are some huge ass birds." John replied seriously.

Adnon and Trin both burst out laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the universe.

"What?"

Trin giggled, "That's what you said the first time."