He studied the human that he had just bludgeoned with the weapon. That had felt good. It is always satisfying to release a little carnage on unsuspecting foes. He appreciated the blood spattered floor and walls as if it were a Jackson Pollock painting. Who?
He looked at the inelegant weapon. A stunner was definitely preferable. The other human and this one were friends. He should just kill him outright but why not have a little vengeance. He had been captive for so long. According to the other human (McKay), this human was like the Lanteans. Close enough.
"If I can't feed properly, then I'll feed you to another," he jeered.
He quickly removed anything that the human could use for survival and took it to the transportation device. He made his way down the corridor to another Lantean laboratory. His lip curled. The creature had been here longer. They held it in a containment device that the human (McKay) recognized. He turned the device off and left the room closing the door.
It would take a while for the creature to regain its form and it would be hungry. He had just obtained his freedom and was not willing to lose it by being eaten.
He looked through a few more labs and found something he could use. He pocketed it and made his way down the hallway to the first lab. The Lantean progeny was still unconscious and would remain that way for a while. His life blood was leaking and pooling around him. He squatted down next to the body and sniffed at the blood. Intoxicating. He could imagine the life force it contained. He walked back into the corridor and the transporter.
"See ya Sheppard." And he transported to the ground floor.
He exited and brought all the gear with him.
"Ryals I need help with some equipment," he shouted.
"Dr. McKay, where is Col. Sheppard?" The young man asked as he entered the room.
"He's coming. This is his gear. Can you take it?"
The young marine leaned over to pick the bags up. McKay promptly grabbed the young man's head, wrenched it and broke his neck.
"Burns! Something is wrong with Ryals!" McKay shouted.
The other young man came running in and was shot in the neck by McKay's Berretta. He watched as the young man died. He stripped the two of their gear and placed them in the transporter.
"Should have listened to your C. O.," he whispered into their ears and pressed Level 5 on the map. "Happy Birthday Sheppard, here's a present."
He then destroyed the transporter controls with a few well placed shots from his weapon. He left the rest of the gear in the entryway, walked out, and locked the door.
Emotions were running through him. Emotions like fear, anxiety, hatred, regret, and sorrow. The sickly human emotions of McKay were influencing him. He should be feeling nothing but contentment with the escape. The emotions were distracting.
He had been in the computer for a few millennia according to the way this human kept time. Time. He had had plenty of time. Time to infiltrate other parts of the program. Time to reconfigure the hand apparatus. Time to have himself ready if anyone ever came. And they had. Curiosity, these herd animals had it in abundance. Even now, McKay was fascinated with the transferal.
This illustrated a complication. He had figured he would rewrite and take over the lowly creature. They were inferior after all. They intertwined instead. Neither totally one nor the other. But he was dominant and squashed the feeble attempt to protect his friend.
Weak, the entire race was weak: mentally and physically. He could feel McKay's surprise at his body's increased physical strength, negligible to the Wraith part of him. They are frail, too frail.
He continued his trek through the jungle leading back to…Hadrius or Parcini (whatever): the great Learning Center of the Lanteans and his prison. When he broke through the last vegetation, he could see the tiny village near the small mountains. As he stood looking at the creatures below, he knew what he had to do: vengeance for him, vengeance for the escape of the Lanteans and glory for his kind by delivering the new feeding grounds.
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A/N: OK, I know another person/thing in Rodney's head. But if it is good enough for the writers… ; )
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