HK47: Statement: Oh, yes. My master had quite the collection of tortured individuals that seemed unable to confront their basic personality conflicts.

HK47: Let me cite some specific examples.

HK47: [mocking Carth] Mockery: "Oh, master, I do not trust you! I cannot trust you or anyone ever again!"

HK47: [mocking Bastila] Mockery: "Oh, master, I love you but I hate all you stand for, but I think we should go press our slimy, mucus-covered lips together in the cargo hold!"

HK47: Conclusion: Such pheromone-driven responses never cease to decrease the charge in my capacitors and make me wish I could put a blaster pistol to my behavior core and pull the trigger.

Chapter 6

Days seemed to pass by slowly for the Exile in her new home…Atlantis seemed to like her as she noticed the city seemed to have a life of its own and at times could be relaxing or flustering as she had come to find people here were not entirely as advanced as she had thought them to be. They were a young race and still had much to learn. She often spent a majority of her time with Dr. McKay and his people finding herself working on something to just keep her mind off things. She had spent a good amount of her time with General O'Neill up until a week ago speaking with him over a drink or two about minor things. Those were something she had looked forward to and the older man's company as he came across more of a parental figure that a Superior Officer.

She hadn't told him her name, but she had respected him a great deal as he promised to keep anything they spoke about between them as he had informed her he would like to maybe see her helping out later on with some of the people here in Atlantis on missions or whatever else she could offer. One thing was certain, ever since Dr. Weir had discovered her one night in the Atlantis archives reading very old Ancient writing the woman had asked her if she understood any of what was scrolling in front of her. The woman's reaction alone had been enough to earn a small smile that night from her.

2 Weeks ago…

She had another dream, one so clouded she couldn't understand what it met and it left her uneasy. Leaving her living quarters the Exile moved silently through the empty halls of Atlantis and ignored the curious looks from guards who were stationed on duty eyeing her Pajamas. She was sure she didn't look the best right now but she didn't care. She had never liked force visions, ever since Keira had found her she had gained some abilities she never recalled having in her time as a Jedi Knight. Or perhaps the key term was not at finely tuned at the time.

She wasn't def she heard the worried whispers from the men behind her as she paused looking around for a room to just go into and sit in so she could relax and be alone. Why she didn't stay in her room was a good question and would have been easier for privacy she craved but distancing herself from other people she was noticing didn't help around here. They were young and curious and wanted to know about her. She had been irritated slightly when the two healers wished to have her do a series of tests to test just how strong her advanced brain was as they called it.

It wasn't hard to guess who broke the glass around her when she realized she was letting her anger seep out she had felt ashamed of herself for her brief trip down the dark side, and aided in cleaning up in the mess but had left almost instantly when she had finished in cleaning up the broken glass. Waving her hand over a panel she slid inside of a room that almost reminded her of the Jedi archives back on Coruscant.

Leaning back aghast the door her tired violet eyes stared at the floor as if staring beyond it into something else. "Why am I seeing things…Revan has to be dead, I surely doubt even he could live for 5000 years." She whispered to herself running a hand through her hair she sighed only to push off the doorway and move to the small information area in front of her. Moving her fingers across the boards she began to familiarize herself with the old system. Cocking her head to the side in mild interest she had to rub her eyes a little trying to let her mind wrap around the old Jedi Language that was in front of her. She understood what it met, but it would take her time to be able to read it and make sure she understood it right.

Looking for a chair she moved one over to the counsel and sat down in it as she began to read about the history of the original Jedi and how they came to be. The people here called them Ancients, the Gate Builders. She had tried to understand it from their mild explanation, but it hadn't been fully satisfying to her. Now she at least had plenty of things she could sit and read through during her late nights. How much time passed she didn't know, but hearing the doorway open up behind her didn't turn her gaze away from the screen as she was deeply engrossed in the history here.

Weir sighed tiredly having been woken up as she was informed by one of the men on patrol their guest had vanished into the room containing the Ancient's archives and everything about them none of them could ever begin to hope to read or understand in their lifetime. She didn't think the Exile would try to ruin anything as she had seen the woman trying her best to settle in here in Atlantis and get along with them, even if they weren't as intelligent as her race but it was a breath of fresh air to have an actual living Ancient…Well almost ancient among them that wasn't kicking them out of their city and to her a home they had been in for 4 years now.

Waving her hand on the panel to the room Weir was taken back a little at the site that greeted her. The Exile looked young and childlike as her violet eyes scanned the screen in front of her and apparently reading something that none of them could ever compared to understand. "I heard you were up in here, is everything okay Exile?" Weir asked moving closer to the woman as she took a spare chair pulling it up beside the other woman who paused the screen from scrolling anything else.

"I couldn't sleep, if I'm not allowed in here Dr. Weir I can leave if you wish. I didn't realize I wasn't permitted in here." She said moving to turn everything off.

Moving her hand to rest on the other woman's Weir smiled and shook her head, "No Exile your fine, but I am curious. You can read this?" She asked gesturing to the screen.

Looking to Weir she nodded, "It takes a little time, but I can read and understand it. I'm on the History currently…There is quite a bit, which gives more of an insight for me on how Jedi came into being, how we were able to attain use of the force and to become one with it, or as they call it in this Ascending to a Higher plane of existence." She stated running her finger to the text that she had gotten up to.

Weir's jaw almost hit the floor, well if it was possible she would have had it happen, "Exile if you can read all of this can you do me a favor and see if there is any type of detailed instructions of how to create a ZPM. I believe Doctor McKay showed you what the Zero Point Modular was three days ago." She felt some hope if this woman could find the details on how to create them or restore power to the dead ones they could have Atlantis running at full power like it was met to be used.

"I can check, but I don't think the words for it will be the same as you call it." She said and began moving her fingers over the keys in a blur scanning over different folders which thankfully contained detailed schematics of ship creation and other things.

Time passed by in silence as Weir sat in stunned silence watching the woman work and envy her wishing she too could read all of these wonderful things she was able to compared and grasp but when she saw the woman pull up the blue prints of a ZPM her eyes widen in hope. "That's it." She said.

It must have take her two hours but she found it, "It lists the ways to create new ones, what is needed in the making of them, crystals mostly, the same ones used in lightsabers. All of which are than melted down and a special device in the city makes them and generates the needed power from subspace to pull into them. I'm afraid there isn't a way to recharge the depleted ones, but it makes sense as even a crystal in a lightsabers can lose its power or life." She admitted and began to pull up a screen for a listing of five worlds where the needed ones were.

"I think I might have a job for you in the future than Exile." Weir smiled as she placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, "I think you're going to fit into Atlantis well, I know my people aren't as advanced with you, but we are all honestly very grateful for your presence here weather you believe it or not. I do apologize if you get angered sometimes as I've heard the reports of what happened when you're pressured by people to run tests on you, but I assure you we don't want to hurt you. If you want to remain here with us you just have to bare it for 2 more months before we can send you to Earth to have the IOA evaluate you. Teyla and Ronon have done it and despite the smugness of the basterds they proved themselves worthy of being allowed to remain here in Atlantis and I promise you I won't let anyone hurt you while you are a member of this City." She vowed looking the woman in the eyes.

The words Weir spoke to her made a part of the Exile warm, hearing her promise she would have a home here and wouldn't have to worry about being kicked out at all. A home…a real one, not forced to wander the galaxy forever by herself or fighting the Sith. For the first time in over a month a real genuine smile crossed her lips as she looked at Weir, "Thank you Dr. Weir. I will admit I was worried your people would at some point tell me to pack up and leave." She said.

"As long as you can prove to the IOA you are a valuable asset to Atlantis, and stay out of trouble you will pass you're screening with them, but I ask you to just endure the remaining screenings with Dr. Keller and Dr. Becket just a bit more. If they ask about the outbursts I can cover it up as it is true you are more advanced than us and it is perhaps a bit degrading to you to endure such things. Just have some faith in myself and the people I see you are getting close to. My door is always open if you need to ask me anything." She promised standing up and felt rather excited over this information.

"I will try to…behave but I refuse to do child cubes in the hole games I did when I was a youngling in the Crèche ward." She dead panned standing up and waved her hand turning everything off with the force and joined Weir to exit the room.

Weir stopped hearing what she said and made a mental note to speak with her two Doctors. "I'll ask them to do something a bit more mature than, until than Exile sleep well." Weir waved good night to the woman as she moved back off in the direction of her quarters wondering if sleep would be able to come easy for her with this new information the Exile had given her. She was a little too excited to go back to bed.

Watching Dr. Weir leave her the Exile moved back in the direction of her quarters and soon entered them. Looking at the clock on the stand she saw it was only an hour to sunrise and sighed deicing she would bathe and get a bite to eat then return to sleep. She enjoyed her time she got to work with Dr. McKay and knew he would be in his lab today helping her in repairing or re-fitting some of the Ebon Hawks new major systems that were being installed to update it a little, but not a lot. She loved the ship too much to have it completely altered…Plus it contained too many memories of the life she could no longer return to.

She was in the here and now and had to grind her teeth and bare it and learn to accept the people around her that wanted her. But her biggest hurdle was Colonel Sheppard…Her Atton look-alike and trying to look beyond the pain he presented. That was her biggest everyday struggle when she saw him.

Back to the Present…

"Would the Exile and SGA-2 please report to the gate room?" Weir's voice came over the Atlantis intercom causing the Exile to pause in some upgrades she was doing to HK-47.

"I wonder what's wrong." The Exile frowned closing the droid up.

HK-47 peered at his Master as he felt the modifications she had done to him, improving him greatly. "Statement: Perhaps I may accompany you Master and I will get to kill fleshy meat bags?" The droid sounded rather hopeful as she knew the Droid had wanted nothing more than to get out and kill something.

"Very well, come with me HK-47 but please behave." She pleaded not wanting to throw him out into the ocean and lose him…even IF he was annoying he was still of use to her standing up she gathered her robe and lightsabers which was barely working with the current crystal inside of it and the blaster she had also removed off the hidden storage bay in the Ebon Hawk improving it to suit her needs.

Moving through the city quickly to get to the gate room what the Exile saw was a group of men fully armed and Marines as well standing by preparing to go someplace it looked like.

"Dr. Weir what is it you called me for?" She questioned the woman.

Dr. Weir stood with furrowed brows hoping John's team was alright, and looked at the Exile seeing she had arrived finally and her droid. "Exile I SENT Colonel Sheppard team over 48 hours ago to one of the planets to get the crystals for the ZPM. You already have the locations burned into your mind when we spoke last and I need you to go with Major Lorene and his men and the Marines to help out Colonel Sheppard's team. We have reason to believe the Wraith are on the planet and might have taken them hostage or they are trying to make their way safely to the Stargate and cannot."

The Exiles eyes closed as she sighed, "I told you those caves also are most likely not safe Dr. Weir, but I will go as I owe Colonel Sheppard's team a favor anyway for shaving my life already." She said making a gesture for HK-47 to follow her towards the men.

"Here is a weapon for you Exile." Lorene offered her a P-90, but noticed her hold up her hand to decline it as she held up the Blaster that had belonged to Atton. "I'm fine; I prefer my weapons over yours. No offense Major Lorene." She said as she watched the Marines offer HK-47 a weapon she knew was off the Ebon Hawk that seemed to inspire some life into the Droid…Well if the extra glow in his eyes counted she considered that his extra happy spark.

"Dial the gate." Weir ordered.

"Yes Ma'am." One o the men began dialing the gate coordinates to the planet she had sent Colonel Sheppard's team to and could only hope everything was okay.

When the Stargate flashed to life the exile found herself a little tense as she had yet to actually go through it and watched as some of the men began heading out only to look to Major Lorene and ask the age old question many of them had asked, "Does it hurt?" She questioned slowly inching forward.

Major Lorene paused looking at the Exile only to grin widely, "Yes it does, but only for a minute, after doing it so many times you get used to it. Come on we need to hurry." He urged grabbing her wrist before she could argue and pulled her into the wormhole with him, HK-47 on the other hand didn't bother to hesitate as he followed in after them.

"Good luck." Weir whispered as she watched the Stargate power down five minutes later and hoped everyone would come back safely, that and she wanted to see how the Exile was useful off world as well and if she could maybe get over her fear of being around Colonel Sheppard if it was a serious matter.

TBC…