Torega
Oops... I forgot the disclaimer last chapter... Well here it is- I dont own stargate.
Chapter 2
Day One We need help. They set a trap and we walked right into it. We arrived on P4X 429 as planned and scoured the area for signs of civilisation when Rodney noticed a power spike. We followed up on it and detected weak life signs. Because of the way they appeared to be moving we assumed they were animals, they were everywhere. We were ambushed. Teyla and Ronon reacted the quickest, engaging immediatly with the men. But Rodney was caught in a line of fire.
Day Nine We were taken to another planet about a week ago. We know we'll have to break out at some point- but the chance of that happening anytime soon are pretty slim unless help comes. McKays not doing so good. His legs were peppered with whatever tey were shooting, and several bruises have appeared since we were captured. Ronon injured his left wrist earlier when he resisted them, but we are relatively unscathed.
Week Six The four of us are being forced to work. We still don't know who these guys are but they dont make allowances. Everyone works- every age, sex and ability. If you don't work good enough they punish you. Ronon's stubbornness has earned him a fair few welts, but Rodney is really struggling. He has more lashes than anyonw else I've seen here and he's losing wieght fast.
Week Eleven...I think I wish we had some way of knowing where we are, where the gate is on this planet...if there's a gate on this planet. I want to know what they did with all our stuff. Teyla is holding up great and Ronon has finally toned down his attitude a bit. I've taken to dodging work with rodney - if he gets much worse we're going to lose him. I've traded food rations, clothes, anything for materials to pick out the damned shots embedded inside of him, but everything I've managed to get has been useless to our cause.
Week ? I 've lost track of time in this place, we don't know if it's day or night anymore, we just work when they tell us, eat when they tell us and sleep when they tell us. Rodney got pretty bad, he can't keep his eyes open for too long but we get him food and water when we can. The guards think we buried him weeks ago.
Year threeish I don't know who I'm writing to. You probably gave up looking. But it keeps me sane, writing. I write and I read to remind myself who I am. Rodney seems to finally be on the mend- he can stay awake for up to two hours now, and he's alert. However, if you knew Rodney...you don't now. He's severely malnourished and he's gotten quiet.
Fifth year I haven't written in a long time, I know. But a lot happened in this year. About a year ago a man named Emmanuel was brought in. He had been concious on the journey and was led in on foot. Rodney has been able, due to our scrounging abilities, to construct a radio. All it needs is a power source which he assures me will be easily provided by the DHD. Things are looking up and we may be able to get back yet.