Rating – PG
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Specialist Ronon Dex'Specialist Ronon Dex'.
That's how he'd introduced himself, how he'd always introduced himself.
They think he's a warrior, a fighter, a soldier… the best.
But seven years running from the wraith would instil a warrior's skills and instincts in anyone. He'd picked up enough from the basic training everyone on Sateda was given and from his older brothers to survive the first few months and after that it had just… happened.
'Specialist Ronon Dex'.
He's never really lied to them. Kell had betrayed the unit he was assigned to but on a normal day he would never have been fighting.
There's a satisfaction in knowing how shocked Kell must have been that the one to survive, the one to kill him was Ronon Dex.
No, he's never lied to them but he still feels… uneasy…
On Sateda it had been simple. They were designated as Specialists because they were trained in fields that not everyone on the planet knew. Everyone on Sateda knew war.
He found himself in a book Sheppard gave him about the Earth military, over here people like him are called 'Chaplains'.
It's not like he wants his old position back. He'd decided when he killed Kell that the Ancestors did not dispense justice.
That was up to him.
'Specialist Ronon Dex'.
He stared at himself in the mirror and holstered the gun, shrugging.
Considering who he was and who he is now he'd say he's more than earned the rank.
