Hi there, ok so I totally spaced and forgot to add this to my other chapters. Good news to the few people who are reading this; most everything is written it is just posting it! One thing I'd like to add, I wrote most of this before seeing season four of Stargate Atlantis, or at lease the mid-season arc. So, if some of the minor details, like how the replicators were destroyed, aren't actuate, just get over it. I know that already so no need to tell me in the reviews. Also I'm sorry for the grammar or spelling errors. I run over it several times before posting, but obviously i missed a few last time:) opps! Anyways, enjoy!
Rating: PG-13 for violence, The main character is a wraith, duh! Some language, theatrical elements and a few romantic things but nothing graphic.
Spoilers: Rising part 2, Michael, Allies, No Man's Land, Misbegotten, and Vengeance
I don't own Stargate: Atlantis, or anything in the Stargate franchise, I'm just a dedicated fan.
Crash
Six Years Later…
Dear Journal,
Today is my birthday! I am twenty-three. What am I doing on my birthday; going to mend and argument between two subordinate queens. Fun, isn't? Ok, any ways…
I am sitting in a cruiser on my way to mend a minor argument between two of the subordinate queens. Finally after six years, the rebellious queens are finally beginning to change their minds and return to my lead. Many of us have been killed by our own stupidity or by the replicators. Those evil creatures were created by the enemy to destroy us. We were able to switch them off because they are merely machines. This time the Atlanteans changed the program so we could not turn them off again so easily. I was the scientist who was able to create a new program which brought an end to the civil war.
But peace has come at a high price. I rule a much smaller kingdom of two hundred and fifty six hives. So many of us are gone. Even my own hive has suffered. Many of my councils are gone.
I have changed as well. I am not the wide-eyed girl who took the throne six years ago. Now I have become a wise queen. I hope I am benevolent queen who gives justice and mercy to my people to in equal measure. Yet one thing is missing, a mate. I have looked for one in all the hives but I can find none. My standards are high but it is important that only the best male fathers my children. My requirements are; intelligent, strong, gentle, kind, and he must hold my family's secret. I have been searching for so long I'm losing hope.
I sigh as I come out of my thoughts. I watch the blurs of blue and purple fly by my force shield window a sight growing more familiar to me. To past the time, I pick up my sketch book opening it to a sketch I am working on of the mate I cannot find. I slowly refine the sketch. He is a scientist, with gentle green eyes. He is looking back as though someone has called his name; but something is not right. I stare at the drawing for a while then make some subtle adjustments but something is still wrong. With a sigh I put the drawing away pulling out the physics proof I have been wrestling with for several days but quickly get fed up with it again and get up from my seat.
I walk over to the window where I watch the contently changing bur of sub-space arms crossed. Absently, a piece of unchecked hair falls in front of my face. Suddenly I realize what my drawing is missing. I pull it back out and begin to ease. After a few minutes, I stop and stare at the portrait again. Now he has short hair. I have never seen a male wraith with short hair, but as I stare at my drawing I realize that i like it. I have always disliked not being able to tell male from female from the back.
But what are my chances of finding a mate like this? Oh well, this is my drawing and I can make him anyway I want. I pull at my colored pencils and begin to slowly add layers of color. I smile as I slowly bring him to life. Finally I finish. He is rather handsome.
A sudden, unexpected jerk of the ship brings me out of my thoughts as I grip my seat to stay put. That stop was much harder than the normal jerk coming out of hyperspace. I quickly put my sketch away and run to the bridge. It is a chaos of smoke and flames. In the gloom I can make out several scientist working franticly. "What happened?" I ask coughing.
"There was an explosion." Says one of them glancing up; I could have figured that out, thank you. I hear a groan of pain. I walk over to my pilot who is badly injured. "There is a planet beneath us; I am going to attempt to land on it." One of the voices says. I nod my head.
"Hang in there." I tell my pilot, "I will be right back." I run to the back to my quarters where I keep a small medical kit. I am just reaching for it when another explosion rocks the ship. I am thrown against the wall as the ship tumbles in the air. I gasp for air the breath knocked out of me. My left arm is pinned under a piece of collapsed wall. Another thud and I am buried under the collapsed wall unconscious. Unbeknown to me, a shadowy figure watches from the planet below.