Chapter 21... story drawing to a close... only a few more chapters to go. This is the longest and best story that I ever wrote. So onto the story, yeah?
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The soldiers tense up and flex their trigger fingers, waiting, wanting to fill a Reaver with lead. Several were hoping that it was a Reaver while the rest were praying that it was a surivior. Kavanagh and the scientists were beginning to shake like leaves in a wind-storm, still they worked.
'The sooner we get this done the sooner we can get back to safety.' was the thought that they all shared.
Kavanagh's hands are shaking so hard that he has to stop several time just to try and calm himself. He took sevarel deep breaths and closes his eyes as he tries to calm himself down. Below him just under a engine-wing, a figure shaped shadow moves, slowly carefully as a rotted-flesh hand reaches out into the flickering light and pulls back into the shadows leaving a bloody hand-print. No one took notice.
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They get to Serenity without a hitch and step out of the Mule. Book puts down his bag as River walks up to him and wraps her arms around him in a hug. Book returns the hug, as a smile graces both their lips as memories of the very first time River saw Book with his hair all about. They pull apart and he walks to the Passagers Quarters. Hoping that with all these new people on board that his room was still free. Simon manages to catch him before he gets to far and explains that there is some room sharing going on and that all the rooms where taken.
"I thought that was the case." Book replies, as they sit in the common area.
"Yeah, it's been crowded in here," Simon sighs, "Expecally with the drama going on around here."
Book looks at him, a kind of look that one gives to a puzzle they're trying to figure out.
"What do you mean son?" Book asks.
Simon looks at him, like Book has asked him to spill the secrets of the whole 'Verse to him. Simon stares at Book, Nook stares back. Simon sifts slightly, looks away from Book and finally says,
"Well, it involoves Kaylee, also know as Jennifer," Book raises an eyebrow at this, but Simon contuines, "Jayne and a guy named Ronon."
"That doesn't help much, Simon."
"I know that. But it's not my place to say. You understand, right?"
Simon looks at Book hopefully, silently pleading that he'll not ask anymore questions. Book looks at him, opens his mouth and asks,
"So, who is it that I am staying with?"
Simon smiles at this, glad for the subject change.
"Me." he says, "Mal got another cot when for we came here just for you. Or you could have the bed."
"No, no. The cot is fine enough." Book says, shaking his head at Simon's offer.
Simon nods and get up to help Book with his bag. Book looks grateful at the help. While Simon helps Book unpack and settle in, Ronon starts to stir from his restless sleep. He blinks as he sits up and looks around. A cot lay at the foot of the bed, a blanket and a pillow just spewed over it. Ronon sets his feet on the floor and reachs for his boot, which he kicked off during his troubled sleep. As he slips them on he listens to the sound of voices drifting through the door. Standing up he walks over and opens the door. He pokes his head out and sees that the common room is empty. Tilting his head, he reconizes one of the voices as Simon. The other one he doesn't know. He stands there for a couple seconds, debating whether to go figure out who the other voice belongs to or to go try and mead things with Jenn-- no Kaylee.
He steps out of the room, closes the door and walks towards and up the steps. Just as he vanishies, Book walks out of his and Simons room. Book doesn't notice Ronon's boots disappear over the last step.
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Finally, the scientists believe that they have compeletly interfazed the two computer. Kavanagh sits on the wing, legs dangling over the edge, hands on his knees and head hanging down. A few strands of hair, that came loose from their tight confines, gently brush his face as his body softly shakes from all the recent events that have happened. Never before has he felt this scared, not when that one Wraith sucked the life out of his friend and he fainted, nor when Weir sent Ronon to intimite him into telling them where a bomb was that he had nothing to do with. All he knew was that, right now, this very minute, this very second he was to scared to faint. His mind wasn't on wanting to faint, to get away from everything that he has seen, because what he has seen has just proven that fainting would not help, it would just make him an easier target. These creatures cared not whether one was awake or not, hell from what he's seen, they didn't care if one was alive or not.
He closes his eyes as a sigh escapes his lip. He can't wait to be back at Atlantis. Just as he's about go deeper into his musing, his train of thought is cut off as something grabs one of his legs and gives a good yank. He falls forward as he is pulled backwards. A wordless scream bursts forth from his throat, calling soldiers and scientists alike. His hands claw at the floor, trying to find something grounded to grab onto and to hold. Over his screams, he hears the sounds of others. The scientists are screaming, yelling, panicking, scrambling to get away from the edges, tripping over each other. Soldiers lunge forward, some dropping their weapons to grab him with both their hands. Others trying to restore order in the chaos around them. The ones left, trying to get a clear shot at what was beneath the wing, but they can't, too many people are getting in the way of the lights.
Kavanagh kicks with his free leg, trying to dislodge the hand the grabbed him. Hoping to hit something solid, to hear a grunt of pain from the darkness over his, and the scientists', screams and the soldiers yells. His eyes wide with pure, unfiltered fear, with tears running down his face as soldiers try and pull him free. The hand the has his leg, gives a good and solid shake. Pain shoots up his leg, but it is dulled due to the raging fear coursing through his veins. He barely feels ragged-fingernails rake across the legging of his pants, digging into the fabric, just missing his flesh.
The soldiers contunie to pull, and slowly they manage to get most of him back, all the way up to his waist. One of them shouts something but the pounding of his blood in his ears have drowned out everything around him, even his own screams, which were the loudest of them all. Fear blinds his vision. He doesn't see the soldier reach down, fiddle with his belt, and unbutton his pants. The soldier would have unzipped Kavanagh's pants as well, but just as his hand brushed up against the zipper, Kavanagh's pants were ripped over of him with such force, they left a slight fabirc-burn. The leg that was grabbed, varied greatly from his untouched leg.
Kavanagh's untouched leg is white, like it hadn't seen the sun in ages, except where there was fabric-burn, while his other leg is swollen, his knee cap out of joint, terrible so. His white briefs no longer white but stained with piss.
As he is pulled out of the way, the other soldiers unleash fire under the wing, careful not to hit the engine. The flashlights show the target, a Reaver missing the lower half of its body. The Reaver, just barely alive to begin with, begins to look like it's dancing as bullets after bullets pierce it's body. Minutes pass before the soldiers stop, trigger-happy mood passing. Silence falls upon them, the scientists scared, the soldiers trying to figure out how much ammo they have left. One of the scientists clears her throat and looks at Kavanagh.
"I guess this would be a bad time to tell you that your caulations were off slightly?"
Kavanagh just stares at her, in shock, not over the caulations, but over what happened.
One of the soldiers looks up at the female scientist and says, "Really?"
She nod in answer. The soldier climbs up and looks them over. He turns his head back towards them and says, "She's right. The caulations he made are off slightly."
"He also pissed himself..." another scientist said, but soon shut up as the sound of something clattered down at the end of the hall.
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Short, sweet, Kavanagh got attack, embrassed in more ways then one. Another Chapter done and over with. Only about 2-4, maybe 5, chapters left for this story. Yes we will be seeing more Wraith/Reaver hybrids. Thanks for reading and reviewing: RedJewel2662, munchinmonster, and bailey1ak, and thanks as well to those who have read but not reviewed.