This day had become unique. A person dressed in exotic clothing, sporting a small arsenal of Atlantian hardware had fallen from the sky. The man was hurt badly, but could be saved if taken to Carson right away. McKay established that his bio-signature could match the energy echoes by a margin of .003 percent. He wasn't just carrying the weapon they were searching for. He was the weapon. It took a while for the others to absorb the information.
When they tried to carry him, they realized that not even all four of them couldn't carry the man. McKay pulled out a scanner and couldn't believe his eyes. 80 percent of this man's bone and muscle structure was naquadah. The man had the physique of an Olympic contestant, but he weighed like a small car.
Rodney called back to the SGA and requested that they send more men. When Weir asked why, Rodney said that the weapon they had was portable, but heavy. The men came through the Gate and helped the team heft up the warrior. A being watched them carry him through the Stargate.
Falc'ner stood in the shadows, a hood pulled over his face. He cursed his brother, the inventions he made that twisted his form, and all that use the technology. Falc'ner stepped back into the shadows and disappeared.
Back in Atlantis, the city was aroused with rumors about this new arrival. Was he man, or machine? The man who fell from the sky got stares and questions. They moved the man to the infirmary and placed the unconscious fighter on a reinforced bench, built into the wall. Carson checked his blood and tested it for the ATA gene, just in case. His entire DNA resembled the ATA genes. Either this was a horrible mistake, or he was an Ancient.
Carson stepped back from the tall man and sighed. If this man was an Ancient, he would help them greatly, but something about him just radiated a dark warning. Carson shook his head and glanced at his watch. 3:00 am flashed on his watch. Everyone in Atlantis that took the day shift was asleep. He should have been too, but he was too excited to sleep. Beckett was due to give the tall man the IV drips, but he couldn't handle the needle. He called for his assistant.
"I need to get a coffee… This man needs an IV drip, normal dosage." Beckett pointed out, one hand running through his hair. The assistant nodded and prepared a needle. Carson wearily walked out. The assistant readied the needle and found a vein in the right arm. Or what he thought was a vein.
It was actually a small conduit for energy, for feeding the nano-bots. He tried putting the needle in the skin. The needle couldn't penetrate. He tried harder. The needle finally penetrated. The arm rippled. Havoc's nano-bots were meant to act as automatic defenses if Havoc was asleep or incapacitated. To the nano-bots, their master was under attack.
The arm rippled again and closed into a fist. The nurse saw this. He reached for the radio.
"Dr. Beckett, he's awake. The patient is awake. Wh-?" He started, but he couldn't finish. The arm jerked up and plowed into his chin, breaking the jaw. The nurse hit the floor and crawled over to the opposite wall. He watched in horror as Havoc slowly got up and cracked his neck. Havoc's eyes opened. They glowed with a fiery yellow light. Havoc smiled and a different voice, one similar to Falc'ner's came out.
"Death welcomes you!" The hand began to change. The fingers became a gun barrel; the wrist became a large extension and gun bolt. The lower arm became a revolving energy source, glowing in a fiery light. The barrel aimed up at the nurse's head. A part of the barrel twisted and clicked.
A thunderbolt of energy burst from the gun and impacted the nurse. The frail human never stood a chance. Blood splattered the wall. The gun dissolved into an arm again. Havoc turned to the door and lifted a hand. The sliding panels crumpled like tin foil. Beckett jumped as the man walked out of the door. Carson jumped behind a pillar and watched Havoc walk down the hall. A watchman jumped up in front of Havoc and aimed a gun at his head.
"Freeze!"
"As you wish."
An overhead water pipe shattered and rained water down on the guard. Havoc wiped a hand through the air and the guard became locked in a sheet of ice. Havoc laughed and jumped over the railing. In two minutes, he was in the Gate room. He stepped up to the Gate and turned around. Four people with guns rushed down on him. Havoc raised a hand and made a fist. One soldier began to glow and float in the air. Havoc swung his fist down and the levitating guard slammed the other three to the ground. Havoc wobbled.
His heads grew foggy, his vision blurry. In his head, the real Havoc spoke to the evil force using his body.
"Get out of my head. This… body…is…MINE!" The real Havoc groaned. The evil shadow growled and disappeared into Havoc's mental shadows.
Suddenly Havoc collapsed on the ground. Carson looked down at him from the railing and shook his head. He had seen his late assistant, minus an upper body. He didn't blame Havoc, but he did curse under his breath that whoever created this monster would eventually pay.
The real Havoc swore the exact same thing.