Right, so I got distracted with my other fic, and things have been…interesting. My updates may take longer, but look on the bright side, I'm not dead yet!
"I would like to take one of those things back with me to Atlantis, if I may." Ajax said, nudging one of the Ra'zac with his foot. The black clothed creature lay at the Riders' feet were it had fallen, dead by Eragon's sword.
"Why on Earth would you want to do that?" Eragon asked, wondering why anyone in their right mind would actually want to take one of these things into his home.
"Because if I take it in, the good Doc can tell me some things about it, maybe even find out what all this creature does." Ajax responded. He glanced at Eragon and shrugged. "To be quite honest, I don't like the thing any more than you do, but I need more information about it before we just get rid of it."
Voyager:
"What's black and green in the shape of a cube?" Angel asked. She had seen a cube drop out of a transwarp conduit, and had never known the Borg before.
Everyone on the bridge stiffened, then Captain Janeway turned in her seat to look at the innocent looking eight year old. "They are the Borg, a collection of mindless persons who have had nearly half of their bodies replaced with cybernetic implants. They will assimilate everything in their path if they can, and they adapt very quickly to every means of defense." She said, her expression barely concealing the fear she felt rising.
Peeking into the minds of varying crew members, Angel found things close to the surface about the Borg.
Turning to Seven of Nine, she said, "You were with the Borg, until Captain Janeway severed you from the Collective? Did I say it right?"
"Yes." Seven responded. "I was Borg. I still have many Borg implants embedded in me, but I no longer answer to the Collective. I answer to Captain Janeway." The ex-Borg returned to her work.
"Why did you ask, Angel?" asked Chakotay, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Because I just caught a glimpse of a Borg cube on long range sensors, and it's headed this way." Her announcement had an effect akin to dumping ice cold water down everyone's back.
After a moment of consternation, the bridge came alive, and the Voyager crew did what they do best: brace for the worst, and prepare a solution to get rid of it.
Angel's wings twitched as she watched the goings-on, and after a moment, she turned and entered the turbo lift.
The doors closed behind her, and she fought a moment of panic before she realized how to operate the lift. "Sickbay." She stated, and the turbo lift began moving.
Voyager Sickbay:
The holographic Doctor was moving about sickbay, singing yet another one of his operatic selections as he put away hyposprays, medical tricorders and the like. It was something of a surprise to him then, when the doors to sickbay hissed open, and Angel stepped in.
"Hello, I didn't realize you were going to stop by. How can I help you?" he asked, smiling. Angel stepped down into the sickbay and glanced around for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Then she said, "I knew that you were curious about our physicology, and thought maybe you'd like to see for yourself."
"It's 'physiology', and no, I wouldn't mind, I just don't want to force the issue unless it's life or death. Forcing patients to go through something that is related to trauma in their past when it's not necessary, well, it's unethical."
Angel spread her wings, ignoring the Doctor's worries, and the he used his holographic camera to take a picture. He then called up the picture, one level at a time, while Angel watched.
"This bone structure is amazing! I've never seen anything like it!" the Doctor said, thoroughly awestruck.
Angel leaned in for a closer look. "So…what is it that you're seeing?" she asked, clueless.
"These bones are very strong, even stronger than normal human bones, yet they're made of a very lightweight material, and the bones are hollow. This is completely unprecedented!" Angel left while the Doctor was busy, and found a room that was empty.
"Computer." she said. It bleeped in response, waiting for her orders. "Show all information on the Borg." As she was currently in astrometrics, the data began scrolling across the large star chart screen. Angel leaned closer and began to read.
Max's Quarters, Atlantis:
Max and Fang were laying down on Max's bed together, exhausted after a hot and heavy 'cuddling' session. Atlantis had sealed the doors and communications so that they would be uninterrupted by unwanted intrusions. She found that with Angel's memories, she knew much more about these odd people with wings…their histories, likes, dislikes, everything. Knowing that Max and Fang didn't like to be interrupted by other people when they were making out, she had arranged for them to have complete privacy until they finished.
McKay was furious. He needed to see how many of the new arrivals had the ATA gene, and these two were the last ones he needed to check. He knew that Angel was ATA positive, after the city had taken her through the 'Joiner' project, he knew that Angel could activate anything she wanted, whenever she wanted.
Right now though, he wanted to see Max and Fang about this. In order to do that, he would have to get in, and that would take some doing. Atlantis had locked him out of their room, so he pried the crystal cover off, set it aside, and swapped some crystals around.
Atlantis knew about this weakness in her door system, it was built that way so that if the system wasn't working right, someone could still use the door if they knew what they were doing. This time, though, McKay was not going to succeed.
He flipped a crystal around, and pulled out another. He was just about to insert the crystals again when the whole tray powered down.
Max and Fang heard McKay on the other side of the door, muttering to himself about some anomaly or another. They went to the window, and Max began looking for a way to get the windows open. A moment later, Fang was beside her, and looking around as well. One of the windows jerked slightly as it began to move. It moved out of it's frame, and then slid to the left, jerking once again as the mechanism that moved it stopped abruptly.
They were in the middle of one of the outlying towers, so there was enough space for Max and Fang to stabilize in the air before hitting the deck. The window closed behind them after Fang jumped off; spreading his obsidian wings and beating down in rhythm with Max's as they soared downwards..
As soon as it was closed, the crystal trays at the door lit up again. McKay had put the crystals back in their normal places when the mechanism lit up again. This time, when he passed his hand over the tray, the door groaned open to reveal…nothing. Max and Fang were gone.
So…Answers to Readers!
Master of the Blood Wolves: Yes, they are alien, but I have yet to show everyone exactly how. Although it may already be quite obvious to some.
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