Wraiths
The Smallest Hive
Epilogue.
A small dot could be seen zooming its way into the Pegasus Galaxy. A Lone Al'Kesh was finding its way in a strange place. Aboard the Vessel were several (former) Human Slaves of the Goddess Erishkigal. They had managed to, erm, Appropriate the craft during the chaos the Techno-Vizier's computer virus had unleashed on the Mothership.
"Boy, it sure is lucky you figured out how to fly this thing!" One Slave said to the other piloting the ship. "Luck Nothing!" She said with pride in her voice. "I stole a flight manual from one of the Jaffa when I was cleaning their quarters. "She informed him.
"Hey, you're just a Custodial Slave, you are Not Supposed to be able to Read!" Moaned one of the Technician Slaves who had been eavesdropping by the cockpit door. "Well, I can, and you can thank my grandparents who taught me how in secret! "She snapped at him.
"Yeah, cause if she hadn't, she couldn't have flown us all off the ship before it went down the drain hole!" The Pilot's friend chipped in.
"I am not complaining about that I am just saying it isn't proper for Slaves of your Low Standing to be able to do such things. "The Technician Slave whined.
"If you want to back and complain to who ever is still alive enough to care, I will be more than happy to stop the ship, open the airlock and let you SWIM BACK!" She snapped at him. Her friend nodded vigorously in support of this comment.
The Technician Slave looked worriedly back and forth between the two Low Class Slave and swallowed deeply. "Ha-ha. Hey I was ju, just kidding!" He smiled weakly while starting to wilt under the nasty looks, he was getting. "We are all one big family of Free Slav... uh, I mean HUMANS now!" He whimpered. "Please don't kick me off the ship!" He begged.
The Pilot and her friend just smiled and continued to fly towards that freedom.
The End.