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The Testing of Wills
Ch. 13
"What's happening?" asked Rodney, as he walked in, pulling his jacket on over his tee-shirt and jeans. When he saw the two robots, he froze, and then went to the nearest console, hitting the intercom
"Carson, wake up, you might have a couple patients here." he said, and then there was a fritzing sound.
"No." everyone's eyes opened wide. That was 26's voice. She sounded an odd mixture of calm and frantic. "Carson, stay where you are."
"26?" called Rodney, loudly.
"Rodney. I need you to push us through the gate." she said. Weir looked alarmed.
"I can't allow that!" she said. There was a chuckle of sarcasm.
"Oh, well, okay. The I guess I'll just blow his self destruct and we will all die." she said, the edge in her voice undeniable. Weir hesitated for a second and then nodded. Rodney and Major Sheppard went over to the two robots and rolled them through the gate. They almost lost their hands, pulling them back just in time to have the gate shut down on them. They looked at each other and then Rodney fainted. Sheppard started to roll his eyes and then looked down at his clenched hands. One of them was bleeding.
Reaching down, Sheppard pried open the bleeding hand and looked up at Weir.
"Medic!"
Rodney was missing his pinky.
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On the other side, 26 rolled them both away from the event horizon, still latched onto 13, her mechanical interface wires digging deep into his metal skull to keep a hold on him.
-You bastard.-
She heard laughter as she probed his central cortex. All 30 units had a personal code that they would enter into their mainframe that would cause their personal bombs to blow up. Hers was the biggest, but 13's came a close second.
She had decoded five of the numbers before it became apparent that they were not alone. She opened her eyes and watery visions of the Wraith appeared. Realization dawned on her.
-You were going to sell Atlantis to the Wraith.- she accused. There was even more laughter in her head. Crazy, maniacal laughter. Her eyes closed again. -You sold the Pegasus, didn't you?-
-They were fools to think that they could control us. he spat at her mind. I thought you would agree-- -
Flashes of her past appeared before her eyes. She was arguing with 13. Just a flash, then it was gone.
- --But your sense of nobility blinded you to the slavery that we were in. I made you forget.-
More flashes, of her and him, in the same situation but reversed. She had screamed, but the machinery had covered that. No one was the wiser for her misfortune.
-Most of the others were just as blind. It got poor 7 killed, didn't it, this nobility that you two shared. You two sisters.-
She had seven numbers now, and the Wraiths were marching towards them. She looked at them and saw that in the lead was a Wraith that had been in the room when 7 had self destructed. He looked none the worse for wear.
More flashes. Of 7 this time.
"26!" called 7 as the base shook around them. 26, covered with soot and ash from the ceiling looked at her and smiled. She was getting out of here with her sister. Then she watched with horror as a Wraith latched onto her from behind. She screamed.
"7!"
Nine numbers, just one more.
-And then of course was 4. You two had been friends for nearly three centuries. I imagine it hurt when you killed him. But it was for the best. After all, if you hadn't killed him, he would have killed you. That would have been a shame.-
26's eyes watered.
-You told him to kill me?-
-I convinced him that it was in our best interests.-
The Wraith were almost close enough to touch now, and 26's hands tightened on 13's face as she found all ten of his numbers.
-Good-bye, 13.- she said to him, green tears falling from her red-orange eyes. They splattered on his face and he opened his eyes. A part of him that hadn't been used for a long time woke up.
-You'll die too.- he protested, and he lifted his hand, placing it on top of hers. He encountered a green, fluxuating barrier. Then he understood.
And then, ten numbers were force-fed to his central cortex, and there was a loud clicking noise before a prolonged whir.
-Good-bye...-
There was a shockwave before the blast, and her shield took the brunt of it before the palms of her hands, which were touching his face, melted away, and she screamed again, for the second time in her life. But again, it was drowned out by the tremendous roar of the blast that emanated from 13.
The Wraith disintegrated, even as they were blown backwards. Their ships were destroyed, and so was most of the terrain. Of all the things in their immediate area, the Stargate was the only thing, aside from 26, that was left standing.
The blast eventually dissipated, and 26, who's hands were beyond repair, sank to her knees in the ash that was once the person she loved more than life itself.
She became less aware.
Things in her mind became less clear.
She forgot for a very long time.
And then she fell asleep.
In her mind, she heard these parting words, which she also forgot.
-...I should have remembered how much you loved me...enough to die for me...and enough to kill me...accept this last gift...26...-
And as she slept, parts of 13 that had fused to her skin began to slowly regenerate her hands.
A/N: Heh, heh, that was cheesy, I know, but, he had to go, and I thought this was the best way to do it. Anyway, you have one more chapter (maybe) before I give her a name. So suggest, people, suggest.
The Testing of Wills
Ch. 13
"What's happening?" asked Rodney, as he walked in, pulling his jacket on over his tee-shirt and jeans. When he saw the two robots, he froze, and then went to the nearest console, hitting the intercom
"Carson, wake up, you might have a couple patients here." he said, and then there was a fritzing sound.
"No." everyone's eyes opened wide. That was 26's voice. She sounded an odd mixture of calm and frantic. "Carson, stay where you are."
"26?" called Rodney, loudly.
"Rodney. I need you to push us through the gate." she said. Weir looked alarmed.
"I can't allow that!" she said. There was a chuckle of sarcasm.
"Oh, well, okay. The I guess I'll just blow his self destruct and we will all die." she said, the edge in her voice undeniable. Weir hesitated for a second and then nodded. Rodney and Major Sheppard went over to the two robots and rolled them through the gate. They almost lost their hands, pulling them back just in time to have the gate shut down on them. They looked at each other and then Rodney fainted. Sheppard started to roll his eyes and then looked down at his clenched hands. One of them was bleeding.
Reaching down, Sheppard pried open the bleeding hand and looked up at Weir.
"Medic!"
Rodney was missing his pinky.
00000000000000000000000000000
On the other side, 26 rolled them both away from the event horizon, still latched onto 13, her mechanical interface wires digging deep into his metal skull to keep a hold on him.
-You bastard.-
She heard laughter as she probed his central cortex. All 30 units had a personal code that they would enter into their mainframe that would cause their personal bombs to blow up. Hers was the biggest, but 13's came a close second.
She had decoded five of the numbers before it became apparent that they were not alone. She opened her eyes and watery visions of the Wraith appeared. Realization dawned on her.
-You were going to sell Atlantis to the Wraith.- she accused. There was even more laughter in her head. Crazy, maniacal laughter. Her eyes closed again. -You sold the Pegasus, didn't you?-
-They were fools to think that they could control us. he spat at her mind. I thought you would agree-- -
Flashes of her past appeared before her eyes. She was arguing with 13. Just a flash, then it was gone.
- --But your sense of nobility blinded you to the slavery that we were in. I made you forget.-
More flashes, of her and him, in the same situation but reversed. She had screamed, but the machinery had covered that. No one was the wiser for her misfortune.
-Most of the others were just as blind. It got poor 7 killed, didn't it, this nobility that you two shared. You two sisters.-
She had seven numbers now, and the Wraiths were marching towards them. She looked at them and saw that in the lead was a Wraith that had been in the room when 7 had self destructed. He looked none the worse for wear.
More flashes. Of 7 this time.
"26!" called 7 as the base shook around them. 26, covered with soot and ash from the ceiling looked at her and smiled. She was getting out of here with her sister. Then she watched with horror as a Wraith latched onto her from behind. She screamed.
"7!"
Nine numbers, just one more.
-And then of course was 4. You two had been friends for nearly three centuries. I imagine it hurt when you killed him. But it was for the best. After all, if you hadn't killed him, he would have killed you. That would have been a shame.-
26's eyes watered.
-You told him to kill me?-
-I convinced him that it was in our best interests.-
The Wraith were almost close enough to touch now, and 26's hands tightened on 13's face as she found all ten of his numbers.
-Good-bye, 13.- she said to him, green tears falling from her red-orange eyes. They splattered on his face and he opened his eyes. A part of him that hadn't been used for a long time woke up.
-You'll die too.- he protested, and he lifted his hand, placing it on top of hers. He encountered a green, fluxuating barrier. Then he understood.
And then, ten numbers were force-fed to his central cortex, and there was a loud clicking noise before a prolonged whir.
-Good-bye...-
There was a shockwave before the blast, and her shield took the brunt of it before the palms of her hands, which were touching his face, melted away, and she screamed again, for the second time in her life. But again, it was drowned out by the tremendous roar of the blast that emanated from 13.
The Wraith disintegrated, even as they were blown backwards. Their ships were destroyed, and so was most of the terrain. Of all the things in their immediate area, the Stargate was the only thing, aside from 26, that was left standing.
The blast eventually dissipated, and 26, who's hands were beyond repair, sank to her knees in the ash that was once the person she loved more than life itself.
She became less aware.
Things in her mind became less clear.
She forgot for a very long time.
And then she fell asleep.
In her mind, she heard these parting words, which she also forgot.
-...I should have remembered how much you loved me...enough to die for me...and enough to kill me...accept this last gift...26...-
And as she slept, parts of 13 that had fused to her skin began to slowly regenerate her hands.
A/N: Heh, heh, that was cheesy, I know, but, he had to go, and I thought this was the best way to do it. Anyway, you have one more chapter (maybe) before I give her a name. So suggest, people, suggest.