Authors Note - Wow! You people are really lucky! Three chapters within a few hours. Sit tight for a few hours more, and I just might be able to get you another one up.
By the time Jet was halfway to the Pit, Shadow had given out all the items necessary for tonight to her helpers, voluntary or not, never taking her eyes of the figure on the floor for more than a few seconds. She had sent the group on their way, with two Beretta's, a Glock, and a Luger as protection, as well as making sure the group knew to contact someone if they saw anything suspicious.
She pathed a quick message to Jet, and receiving the answer, right before he fell asleep, quickly made her way to the control chair for Atlantis' defence systems. She walked briskly, glancing swiftly from side to side at the people beside her, and heard footsteps from the people following her.
She speedily reached the control chair and sat down, closing her eyes as the chair collapsed backwards without her even needing to think about it.
She heard one of the people who had followed her walk to a control panel she'd passed by as she had entered, but had paid little attention to it. She opened her eyes slightly.
"Power levels aren't changing! It's like nothing's happening!" The man, who was wearing a blue t-shirt underneath a tan coloured set of overalls, was just about ready to start jumping up and down now.
He walked swiftly over to the chair; jumping onto the platform it rested on, and started speaking incredibly slowly, as though she was a complete and utter idiot.
"Do...you...un...der...stand...me?...We...are...humans...from..."
The man hadn't got through half of his first sentence before she'd become impatient with him, and her eyes flashed wide-open, flecks of anger clearly showing in her eyes. The man who wore a hat on his head, who stood to the right of the chair, yelled out, "Yo, Doc! I think she's becoming a bit angry with you. Do you have the ability to anger all females or something? Is it contagious?" He began to back away, crossing his fingers in the sign of the cross, as though he really did have a disease and really was contagious.
Another man to her left, with wild black hair, scoffed at the other mans actions. He seemed very familiar, in fact they all did. Why did they, and how the hell had Kavanaugh gotten here when he was supposed to be six feet under, pushing up Atlantian daisies?
The idiot began speaking again, "Well forgive me if I'm wrong, but we are facing certain impending doom within a week. If this girl can use the Atlantian technology without draining our power sources, then I think we should at least try to communicate with her at all costs, even if it means reducing myself to an inferior level of communication!"
Impending doom. Draining power sources. This scenario was beginning to sound extremely familiar.
"If we can get her," the idiot continued, "to think of the surrounding solar systems, we can..." the man's voice died out as a holographic representation of the wanted area appeared above their heads. They all glanced from the hologram to the girl who was sitting calmly in the chair.
Shadow lifted an eyebrow and plainly stated, "You could've just asked". Their jaws just dropped. She looked up sharply though, as the hologram zoomed in on three large vessels that were near the sixth solar system out from Atlantis. Surrounded by lots of small ships, the fleet advanced onwards, passing a small, uninhabited planet, and continued advancing towards their current position.
She checked, double checked, and then finally stated aloud, "Wraith". Everyone in the room looked at one another as they heard her defeated tone.
But the 'defeated' tone was not from the fact that there were Wraith on the way, but that she now knew exactly where they were. Or rather when.
Atlantis, early 2005.
Using the chair, she activated the communications systems, and sent out the verbal message, "All command staff and Dragons are to report to the briefing room. I repeat, all command staff and Dragons are to report to the briefing room".
A thought later, and the chair rose into its upright position, the hologram disappearing as she hurriedly stood, starting to leave the room when she called over her shoulder to the shocked group, "If you want to know what's happening, I suggest you follow me".
She heard the footsteps following behind her.
Hook, line, and sinker.