Chapter Six: To The Rescue

Clark flew fast, but not at his maximum speed; as this would mean he wouldn't be able to damage Wraith Darts unless one miraculously flew into him. Using a combination of heat-vision and his strength; he managed to destroy a total of thirty wraith darts. Twenty three were destroyed by immense fires, five by being man-handled and chucked into the ocean and two were too busy on the offensive to actually drive their ships and had ploughed into him.

As he flew from the atmosphere he increased his speed, managing to go faster than usual due to no gravity. Before reaching the first hive, he used his x-ray vision to scan it. He saw many, many, many Wraith on there; so decided he'd play with them first.

Crashing into the space craft, he shot through the structure and damaged the control station in the centre of the ship. While this did a lot of damage; the fact that he crashed through the ship immobilised all the wraith that were in secure rooms; and killed the ones that weren't.

Having practically defeated one already, he decided to take the next three slower, but not slow. Smashing his way into a small room, in both of them, to make sure they didn't all die straight away, he hacked and slashed his way through them and then destroyed their control systems again before they even registered they had a breach.

For the last one, he decided to go really slow to see if he could gather any information for the Atlantis Team; to see if the Wraith had any more ships on the way to the city, and/or where the other hive ships were.

He rammed into a portion of the Hives frame and went crumbling through it; barrelling into a large room. As the air got sucked out of the room; four Wraiths that were standing in there flew out with it.

Clark smiled slightly, and walked over to the door. It slid open of its own accord. The five seconds it was open for caused the two guards by the door to go off somewhere into space; but didn't do much more than that. As the door closed, Clark glanced around using his x-ray vision to see where he was.

Continuing into the Realm of the Wraith; Clark only came across the odd seven or eight that were patrolling the corridors, which, from Clark's experience, wasn't normal, as they usually patrolled in packs of five.

He carried on walking until he reached the room where the control systems were, and found out why he'd only seen as many as he did.

The room was full of bone-headed Wraith and one White haired one. Aiming. At him.

Clark blinked a few times before giving them all a small wave. "Hi..." He trailed off; the sword in that hand moving awkwardly.

In no time at all, he'd gotten rid of the minions. Stopping, he placed both swords in his left hand and had a look around. Turning to the only remaining Wraith on the ship, he gave him a grin.

"So...Is there anything we need to know?" He asked it. "Like how, when and where we're going to die, perhaps?"

The Wraith's eyes were wide, surprised by how easily this boy had managed to destroy their invasion. It's mind came to one conclusion as to who...what...could possibly do this.

"Ancient."

Clark raised an eyebrow, glancing around the chamber again. "That didn't answer any of my questions...but Ok; I'll take it." He walked over to a terminal and glanced at it. "This doesn't tell me anything!" He said in frustration, before x-raying it. He punched the terminal, his handing going straight through it. Taking his hand out from the whole he'd created, he brought with it some kind of Wraith Hard-drive. "So...I'll just be taking this back with me; you don't mind, do you?" He asked the Wraith.

The Wraith's eyes went wider at this. "Fool!" He shouted, before raising the Wraith Rifle and sending a stunner at him.

Clark had been overly confident, but when the beam hit him in the arm he winced as it left a large, bloody graze where his skin had temporarily melted away. He sighed, shaking his head. "That won't do, not at all..." He said, as he appeared in front of the Wraith and took the Rifle away from him, snapping it into two.

The Wraith lifted his right hand to try and touch Clark's chest, but Clark noticed and grabbed his wrist with his right hand, raised his left elbow and slammed it down on the joint, breaking it.

"Yeah, don't touch me. It will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me." He said, before grabbing the Wraith by its robe and chucking it through the walls; out into space. "Good luck." He shouted after it, before turning around, watching everything that wasn't bolted down fly out of the whole after him.

Clark sighed and looked down at the Hard-drive. "Well, this should be some help." He said quietly to himself. "Ciao." He said to the large ship, before making what Gravity there was bend to his command; making him go through the bottom of the ship; back to Atlantis.