"Normal speech"
"Gothic around non-Imperials."
"Mental Links."
"Ship Names."
"#Ancient to every one#."
Hi, sorry for the delay but my useless prick of a brother (insert comment on sexual orientation) managed to delete this thing twice and after that I just couldn't face rewriting the same thing a third time until now, enjoy. Plus with an extra large scoop of ranting today!
To Viable-Solution: I appreciate the criticism it allows the story to evolve. Now for the retort, the aggressive nature of Angelus is merely a personal trait that he has. As you have pointed out the inquisition would have his head for his behaviour but the crew and marines cover for him because over time the serf-crew and 2nd, 3rd and 4th companies have become very closely linked. Ishmael's love of violence is glazed over as merely righteous zeal, some thing all chaplains are supposed to have in some quantity. As I have stated in one of the first few chapters the Sons of Sol are mostly calm and collected warriors with a few exceptions who are prone to brilliance but also erratic personalities. It is merely an extension of my belief that genius is a fine line away from madness.
Moving on, gothic is the language used throughout the Imperium in two levels Low and High. Marines speak almost totally High gothic and so no Low gothic has been passed on to the Second Imperium. Gothic is a mixture of the techno-barbarian languages spoken on Terra at the dawn of the Emperor's open activity. Therefore while it is possible for a person well versed in languages to pick out aspects of it, as Daniel Jackson does, it would take a normal person a little effort to learn it. It may appear heavily based on Latin but that is only due to the fact that Latin, and by extension most West European languages, is based on an Indo-European language. This gives most of Europe and some of Asia a similar basic structure. And Gothic is based on techno-barbarian which in turn is based on bastardised languages we speak today.
Finally you point is true that a marine wouldn't normally swear or anything above curse Xenos and praise the Emperor. Unfortunately for them they aren't in a normal, for them, situation. During they year in the SG galaxy they have been forced to interact with the locals mainly because one battle barge cannot rule a Galaxy. This has led to their exposure and consequential assimilation of many normal human characteristics. This is mainly because it is easier to fit in with the people around you if you don't spent 23 hours a day praising a man-god from another universe and actually act like they do. The long and short of it is that they have become more human and less the automated killing machines. Basically because it makes the story more fun.
To Masin: Everything is already planned out and the third one includes the Ori and something very special I have planned. It's called 'Heresy through the Wormhole'.
To everybody else: If I have already had a go at you because of this please don't read the following. There are no Dark Eldar, these are humans who are like the Dark Eldar. All will be explained in the story so be patient. Now for every one who thinks that a Space Marine would automatically know what Commorragh is they're wrong. Information is worth more than a planet in the Imperium and it is normally insanely guarded by the Inquisition. True a chapter master may know of the rumours of Commorragh, but any one who's ever gone there has never come back sane enough to be of any use. Angelus by comparison doesn't know, he is the captain of the second company and following normal imperial policy 'what you don't know can't hurt you'. We know because we are the god-like gamer and are privileged to an omnipresent view of the world, something Angelus isn't. A reference to Commorragh may be in the data banks of the Emperors Light but that's not very helpful to them as it's in another galaxy. To anyone I may have offended I'm deeply sorry but I would just like things to be clear to every one.
Now on with the story!
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Astonian Lect led the explorers into the central building. Its interior was well lit with hundreds of candles that hung from the pillars that lined the outer edge of the hall. The fading red and orange glow of the planets sun shone through the two open large doors adding its cheerful glow to the large room. Lect sat down at a large ornate chair at the table head; its arms were long and weaved in intricate designs and the headboard reach far above him and at the top mounted on a three spikes were the skulls of three Wraith. Each skull had identical twin punctures on its left temple aside from that each skull was set in a different face, the left one was grinning madly, the right's jaw was fixed giving the impression on anger and the center skull's mouth was locked open in an eternal scream. A long table stretched the length of the hall made of the same near black wood as the chairs the. Its surface was covered in an oddly pattern of large and small bowls with many knives arranged around each setting. Under the cutlery the tables surface was covering in a metal sheet that was only millimeters thick and had several long intricate symbols and sprawling diagrams at different seats. When the light hit it at certain angles it reflected a blood red light. At the end of the hall hung a massive tapestry depicting a single large half circle that had a ragged split running through the middle and a single tear drop coming out at the bottom. On the walls hung many different types of weapons some obviously Wraith others Ancient and even more foreign.
"Welcome to the meeting hall." Lect said his dark eyes scanning over them.
"Nice place, so what now?" Mitchell asked.
"Now we wait for the hunters to return." Lect said swinging his feet up onto the table his thin smile fixed in place.
"Okay. Um, Teyla you're up." Sheppard said nudging Teyla forward.
"Chief Lect, the village of Athosia would like to initiate trade with Commorragh. We have food and medicines…" She didn't finish as Lect's smile had grown even wider, still not revealing his teeth.
"Oh my, do you always start with business. Come relax, the frail sun sets and we have the entirety of tomorrow to talk business." Lect said enthusiastically sweeping his feet of the table.
"I suppose that would be reasonable." Titov said.
"Excellent come sit, the meat will arrive soon." Lect said happily as several men carrying two large boar like creatures slung over several long pieces of bark wood. The men were all dressed in similar leather armor with a variety of knives, chains, hooks and liquid filled vials hanging from it.
"My Lord, we have returned successful. The Kig have started a new nest over the second ridge." The leading hunter shouted the long scar over his left eye wrinkling as he spoke.
"Good Hanzi, good. But look we have guest, go prepare the food and call the Kabal." Lect said all mirth vanishing from his face as he fixed the hunter Hanzi with a complex gaze. Hanzi nodded once, turned and left his pointed teeth bared to the other hunters who had followed him into the hall.
"Take the Kig to Beelrix Vesaric, have him prepare a feast worthy of our guests. Hunters move!" Hanzi shouted pointing out into the village.
"Yes Hunts' master." The men replied in unison before turning around and walking out into the gathering darkness. They seemed to meld into the shadows even with their large loads.
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The meal proceeded with out incident the Kig animal proving to be fairly eatable. The villagers spent most of the time questioning the SG-teams about the world they came from. In the most part they answered honestly but emitted several details about Atlantis's true nature.
"My Lord, the Haemonculus has seeded the visitors' meal with the tracers. The grid will be able to take them by tomorrow. All will progress as you wish." Hanzi whispered into Lect's ear.
"Good my hunter, good. I do love it when the pray doesn't even suspect." Lect said his eyes closing in satisfaction.
"That may not be entirely true. The one named Sheppard has been acting strange and the one called Colonel knows something about us. This prey is truly interesting. Although the trader woman seems to be genuinely interested in the façade, while the others may have seen beyond it." Hanzi answered he brow wrinkling as he spoke causing his scar to turn white.
"Alas, it is of no consequence. Once we lose them in the Dark City all their fears and plans will come to naught. We will have our entertainment and I think that Pet will like his new play things. For tonight we will store them in the fifth lodge." Lect said folding his hands in front of his face and resting his chin on the interlocked fingers.
"Of course my Lord." Hanzi answered with a small nod.
"Then let our fun begin." Lect said his thin smile stretched to the limit.
"As it was, as it is, as it shall ever be. Our ever lasting game." Hanzi answered sweeping his gaze over the happily talking SG-teams. He smiled internally as the complex web that entraps all that enter Commorragh pulled ever tighter.
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Astonian Lect slowly sauntered down the darkened hallway he was now clad in a black shirt with two silver stripes running down the right arm and a matching pair of trousers, his teeth were bared as he strolled towards the light at the end of the corridor. His right hand was absently stroking the handle of his whip while his left tapped out a rhythm-less song on his leg. As he passed a window he looked out over the sprawling city, the hundreds of ruined building surrounding the central tower that reached up into the artificial sky. In the distance the outline of several ruined and cracked domes could just be made out against the deep red haze of the artificial sun. He smirked in contempt a second latter as he swept passed the window remembering the tales of his father. He always loved the view from the Malignant Spire over his city, Commorragh, his dark city.
An inhuman scream echoed through the corridor making him stop in his tracks. The faint smile on his face widened as he rounded the doorway and entered into the pure white light of his destination.
"My dear Haemonculus, what game is it today?" Lect said happily.
"Master, a new game! A new game!" The hunched human hissed out. His left had was covered in metal with hundreds of tiny hooks on the palm, a strange device on the back and razor sharp elongated blades on the ends of the fingers. In his right hand he held a thin long metal rod. He was dressed in a deep crimson apron over his bare skin and a pair of ripped trousers covered in a patchwork of unidentifiable stains. His face was half hidden behind a metal mask that seemed fused to his skin, his large eyes, one red one blue, looked on in anticipation. His dark hair hung down his bare back in a long pony tale a multitude of fluids and rotting flesh matted into it.
"Oh, what kind of game then?" Lect said leaning against the wall automatically avoiding the long trails of blood.
"A new game Master. I made it for you." The Haemonculus hissed through his mask and he rummaged through a tray of depraved looking knives.
"And how is my dear Pet?" Lect said turning to the metal table in the center of the room. On in lay a Wraith stripped down to just a loin cloth and the black shackles that help him down. The dark green skin was crisscrossed in a tangles network of light green scars that even the advanced regeneration of a Wraith could not remove. The Wraith's left hand was open revealing that the feeding organs had been cut out. The Wraith suddenly surged upwards straining against the shackles like it had thousands of times before its long hair fly around wildly.
"When I escape you will be the first one I kill." The Wraith said flexing his hands making threatening motions with the long nails.
"Ah, good to see you haven't given up yet. I like that, even after three generations of being my families' toy you haven't given up. I suppose that's why you survived and the rest of your crew didn't." Lect said happily. "That indomitable will. That impulse, too even now tear me limb from limb. That and that alone is why you continue, my dear Pet." Lect said grabbing a knife off one of the many blood stained trays and plunging it into the Wraith's knee.
"Master what about the new game?" The Haemonculus whined from the side. With a twist of his wrist Lect forced the Wraith's knee cap to split open. The Wraith hissed loudly and then bit down on his lip.
"And what of it?" Lect said fixing the Haemonculus with a piercing glare, his brown eyes hardened. His hand moving towards the whip at his side.
"Nothing Master! Nothing! I live to serve, I live to serve! Please forgiveness! Forgivness!" The Haemonculus screamed backing into a corner shaking in fear as he clasped a long thin metal block in his hands. His mask making grotesque gurgling noises at the end of each word.
"Good, now lets see this new toy your so proud of." Lect said skillfully spinning a twin tipped knife around his fingers his annoyance from a moment ago forgotten.
"Here Master, here." The Haemonculus hissed holding out the metal block. "It's what your father wanted for your fifteenth." The Haemonculus hissed happily.
"Oh, for my trial you say? You're about twenty years too late. Well what does it do?" Leck said looking intently at the metal block; now that he looked closer it was covered on one side with Ancient.
"Master will be pleased; it uses one of their Artifacts." The Haemonculus paused to make a harsh gurgling sound. "And my own revered version of it. It, it breaks down the subjects flesh. And, and then it heals it." The Haemonculus started to chuckle and hiss menacingly the blades on his left hand clapping together.
"My, oh my, yes I do like that. We could extend the game indefinitely with this. No need to rest, no need to recover, no need to let them have even the slightest glimmer of hope. You, my dear friend, have out done your self." Lect said his eyes gleaming in anticipation as he stared at the torture device in his hands.
The Haemonculus responded with a dark laugh and wandered over the chained Wraith. Without warning he slapped his hand down onto the Wraith's chest in some sick parody of the Wraith feeding. The hundreds of tiny hooks dug into flesh and bone before being viciously ripped out taking a large slab of dripping meat with them leaving a deep hole in the Wraith's chest. Immediately the blue blood of the Wraith poured out of the hole and ran down the Wraith's chest and onto the table, where it began to pool. Lect picked up a short metal rod, two prongs shot out of the end and began to glow a light orange along with a small hum. With a malicious smirk he plunged the heated metal into the Wraith's chest cauterizing the bleeding wound. The Wraith's back arched and he hissed while pointlessly thrashing around. The Haemonculus having discarded the lump of flesh onto the floor rammed a single bladed finger through the left had of the Wraith and cruelly twisted it. The Wraith's pained hissing turned into a full blown scream as the tendons in his hand were cut and the burning hot metal passed over his heart. Lect whipped out the heated metal and with a flick of his wrist sent an arc of blue blood soaring through the air leaving a few drops on the device. He paused to admire his work the blacked edges of the torn skin and flesh twitched sporadically and beneath them was the chipped and scarred bone. Underneath the bone which had healed countless time just visible was the beating heart of the Wraith. The Haemonculus tore his hand free and with practiced ease drove the long thin metal rod he had been holding when Lect entered into the femur of the Wraith. The Wraith grunted in pain before breathing deeply to calm him self for what was about to come.
"Now let's try that device of yours," Lect said whipping the last of the blood of the device in his hand and licking it off his fingers.
"In a moment Master." The Haemonculus said twisting the handle of his device. The skin around the entry wound visibly bulged outwards along with the sound of metal grating against bone and bone shattering. The Wraith howled in pain but kept his leg still, as he knew from experience what would happen if it moved. With a pleased rasp the Haemonculus ripped the metal rod back out along with a steady stream of blood and several fragments of bone. Cleaning it on his crimson apron he twisted the handle once again and hundreds of tiny spikes and hooks erupted from the end with a loud click, cleaning the device delicately the Haemonculus replaced it on the tray before moving over to stand beside Lect who was watching in amusement as pain surged uncontrollably through the Wraith he called Pet.
Lect pointed one end of the device at the still twitching hole in the Wraith's chest and a deep blue beam shot out of the end and began running over the wound. A second passed quietly and nothing happened then suddenly the Wraith arched his back and screamed in agony. He thrashed against his bonds as trails of muscle slithered over the writhing bone. He screamed turned silent as more and more slithering tentacles of muscle trailed into the hole.
"How wonderful, even the healing aspect causes pain. I may give you one of the newcomers as a prize for this Asmosarth." Lect said as the Wraith thrashed ever more violently beneath his torturous attention.
The rest of their game followed the same pattern, Astonian Lect and his Haemonculus Asmosarth becoming ever more creative in their methods. They spent the entire night finding the limits of their new toy, the cruel laughter and alien screams resounding from the Malignant Spire across the deserted ruins of Commorragh.
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Mitchell stretched out and yawned as lazily tried to remember where he was. Suddenly he shot up and looked around nodding that everything was in order he slumped back down. A loud banging came from his wooden door forcing him to get up once again.
"What is it?" Mitchell shouted.
"Come on. Titov and Sheppard are laying out today's search plan. Get your lazy ass moving." Macdonald's voice said through the door.
"Your one to talk." Mitchell muttered.
"At least I can be lazy and useful." Macdonald said.
"The hell, you hear like a bat." Mitchell said surprised as he searched around for his trousers.
"Its not me, Davidenko is here to drag you down of necessary." Macdonald said sounding extremely bored.
"What ever." Mitchell said opening the door as he zipped up his jacket and secured his P-90. On the other side was Macdonald standing hands in pockets leaning against the wall while Davidenko was looking strangely at a painting of a battle.
"Alright let's go." Macdonald said.
The trio made their way through the simplistic wooden lodge to the main dining hall where Ford was just dragging a very tired looking McKay down the opposite set of stairs.
"Alright every ones here. Not conscious, but here." Sheppard said glancing at the yawning McKay who was joined by Titov.
"Firstly, I think that there is something wrong with this village and the faster we get out the better so to that effect we will be using the puddle jumper to survey the surrounding land for any sings of Ancient technology." Titov said frowning at the end as he started to smell and taste ozone.
"Okay, guys eat breakfast and meet back at the…" Suddenly Sheppard, Titov and Macdonald vanished in flashed of yellow light.
"What the fuck!" Ford shouted grabbing the P-90 at his waist and swinging it around.
"I don't know." McKay said his startled eyes roaming over the room.
A faint humming sound filled the air and his eyes widened even further as he sup around only to see Teyla, Ford and Mitchell be engulfed in the same yellow light.
"What the hell is going on?" McKay asked worriedly as he brought out his pistol and began aiming at the walls.
"Calm down Dr McKay it seems we have stumbled into a trap." Davidenko said as she and McKay were swallowed in bright yellow and then they saw nothing more.
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A flash of yellow light suddenly burst into life in defiance of the crimson glow that radiated from the false sun high above in the sky. Across the ruined city similar burst of light appeared and deposited their passengers onto the unforgiving streets. When the light faded it revealed both Major Lilia Davidenko and Rodney McKay lying on the ground trails of steam rising from them, there weapons lying discarded around them.
Astonian Lect stood on the highest balcony ledge of the Malignant Spire and grinned in pleasure as the small black spots of the hunting teams vanished into the Dark City. He jumped back into the room, the darkened room burst into life hundreds of hieroglyphs lining the walls igniting and basking the room in a pure white light. Lect looked reverently at the cracked and dented suit of armor mounted on the wall opposite. The armor was composed of thousands of tiny bone colored scales, each said to be made from a tooth of a defeated warrior from the fifth tribe of Hes: the Resounding Truth. He ran his fingers over the serrated long sword next to the armor its blue tinted blade still as sharp as it was over ten thousand years ago when the streets ran red with blood.
"This trance called pain. This memory of death. Unite with it and rule for eternity." He whispered reading the tangled runes carved into the blade.
"My Lord the game begins. Shall you not join?" A bored yet hostile woman's voice asked from the shadows of the darkened door way.
"No Lekiel Ommarin, my Master of Blades. I'll join when the hunting parties fail and the prey's hopes rise. So I may crush them with a gesture of my hand." Lect said into the darkness his keen eyes fixed on a slightly lighter patch of shadow.
"As, you wish. The Wraith has been let lose as well." The Master of Blades said with barely hidden disgust as she turned and left.
"Now my prey, entertain me with screams." Lect said his eyes dancing with joy as he looked out the open window.
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Davidenko's eyes snapped open only for her to come face to face with a strange alien skull in a cage that hung from a bridge, which connected two buildings, above her. She stared at it for a second as it slowly swung back and forth the few of the larger bones still inside rattling around, the eerie sound echoing through the deserted blood red streets. She was broken from her stunned thoughts by a pain filled groan from beside her. She sprang to her feet in a low crouch grapping her discarded long las and swinging it from side to side scanning her surroundings for any movement. Finding none she lowered her weapon carefully and shook McKay by the shoulder.
"Just a few more minutes, I figured everything out last night." McKay murmured as he rolled over and off the street they were on. Falling right into the basement of a gutted building they were next to.
"Doctor McKay are you all right?" Davidenko asked peering into the dark hole.
"Yeah just fine." There was a slight pause before a terrified yelp came from the hole. "What the fuck is that!" McKay screamed. The ruble crumbled under his frantic attempts to clamber out of the hole. Eventually he managed to scramble back up to street level his eyes wipe and panicked as he surveyed his crimson surroundings.
"Doctor McKay are you alright?" Davidenko asked again trying to distract McKay from the skeleton in a cage hanging behind him.
"Where are we?" McKay asked looking at the ancient ruins around.
"I do not know, but I think that remaining here will be a bad idea." Davidenko answered in a hushed tone.
"Sure but where to we go. I mean we're stuck God knows where, with who knows what waiting to eat us alive at every turn." McKay said looking frantically around for his imaginary enemies.
"Doctor McKay, calm down. I'll just radio the other and arrange a meeting point." Davidenko said placing a hand on McKay's shoulder.
"But, But what if some one hears us." McKay said his large mind fabricating hundreds of scenarios that involved horrible disfiguring pain.
"That is highly unlikely." She said reassuringly before grabbing her radio. "Major Davidenko to Colonel Titov, please respond." The second she allowed the incoming transmission to register a horrible high pitched screaming static that was like a thousand nails being dragged down a black board. She immediately turned the radio off her enhanced ears ringing so loud she couldn't even hear McKay fear filled rambling.
"Davidenko I think we should head towards the central spire. It might have some way to get out of this place." McKay said pointing to large black tower standing defiant to the ruin around it.
"Agreed, we may find the others on the way." Davidenko said as she shouldered her long las. The two of them trudged down the street unaware of the set of eyes watching them.
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Sheppard grunted with effort as he pulled Macdonald over another annoyingly placed pile of ruble. When the three of them had landed Macdonald had materialized on the edge of a building, which he unfortunately fell off and broke his leg along with his las rifle, his only weapon was the bayonet and his Zat. Sheppard didn't even pause to note the menagerie of craters and melted stone that littered the street, luckily for them Titov wasn't so occupied.
"Sheppard what do you thing the cause of these marks are?" Titov asked as he stooped to pick up a small chip of rock that disintegrated into dust in his hand.
"How the hell should I know? Maybe it was some ancient battle between super powered aliens that destroyed the fabric of reality its self. Or maybe it was a fart from Satan's huge ass. Right now I couldn't care less, so if you don't mind could you help me carry this guy." Sheppard shouted glaring over his shoulder at the Colonel who was poking around in the ruble.
"Yes, yes. Now Captain Macdonald lets get to that tower and find a good place to rest." Titov said grapping Macdonald's other arm and flinging it over his shoulder. The trio hobbled on the wounded Macdonald not even complaining as he was practically dragged through the streets.
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Teyla, Mitchell and Ford huddled together in the small crater as they tried to figure out what to do.
"I thing that we should head too those big domes I saw." Ford said pointing over his shoulder towards the outer limits of the city.
"No, Lieutenant. I suggest we head towards the center. It's the most likely place to have some method of escape." Mitchell said his brow furrowed in worry.
"I'm afraid that I must agree with Colonel Mitchell. I'm sure that we will all get out of this unharmed." Teyla said resting a reassuring hand on Ford's shoulder.
"Fine but I still say it's a bad idea." Ford mumbled as he climbed out of the hole in the road.
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Titov pushed Macdonald and by extension Sheppard out the way. Ignoring their shouts of surprise, pain and anger he unloaded his P-90 into the shadow. A large humanoid shape detached its self from the shadows and launched its self out into the street, its jump far beyond that of a human. Titov's P-90 clicked empty as the Wraith in front of him drew its self up to full height. Several trickles of blue blood ran down its leather jacket. The Wraith had several skulls of small rodents hanging from its belt, his leather trousers only coming down to his knees. The wraith flexed its left hand and the entirety of its body tightened up. Titov slammed a new clip in as Sheppard who had untangled him self from Macdonald unleashed a spray of bullets into the Wraith's chest.
The Wraith stumbled back as a fountain of blue droplets and small shucks of flesh exploded from the Wraith's chest and back. Regaining his footing the Wraith snarled in anger. In a feat of speed that neither Titov nor Sheppard could follow the Wraith vanished back into the shadows.
"Well that was weird." Sheppard said lowering his weapon.
"Yes, but what was a Wraith doing here?" Titov wondered out loud.
"I don't know but could you help me up." Macdonald asked propping him self up against a wall sending annoyed glares at the two standing men.
Suddenly a shadow blurred out from the buildings and grabbed Titov from behind. Titov screamed as the feeding glands in the Wraith's right hand smashed down onto chest. Sheppard quickly leveled his gun at the Wraith and everyone froze.
"Leave human and I will let you live. I only want to feed." The Wraith snarled out his grip tightening on Titov and his eyes getting a crazed look.
"No fucking way." Sheppard replied.
"Trust me human I'm doing this one a favor." The Wraith said the crazed look in his eyes being replaced with a deep seriousness and longing.
"Oh yeah, that's one big favor Wraith. I bet he'll really thank you." Sheppard spat at the Wraith.
"You are deluded if you think continuing here is meaningful. But in death you will transcend your ignorance." The Wraith hissed out.
"Bull shit. I like being alive and I think Titov does as well. So just let him go." Sheppard demanded his eyes glancing over to where Macdonald was slowly crawling up behind the Wraith Zat in hand.
"Foolish child. Living is the most terrible punishment in this place." The Wraith replied his hand tightening around Titov's neck.
"And why's that, oh beneficent on." Sheppard asked sarcastically as Macdonald took aim from behind the Wraith.
"Because, these humans are far beyond madness. They are fearless and vicious like no others. They revel in pain and…" The Wraith stopped his eyes going wipe as ripples of blue energy coursed through his body. Titov convulsed as both he and the Wraith were knocked out by Macdonald's Zat. The dead weight bodies fell to the ground with a thump.
"Hm, didn't think that work." Macdonald said casually as he pulled him self up against a crumbling wall.
"Yeah, I guess we're hold up here until Titov and our guest wakes up." Sheppard said binding the Wraith wrists behind his back and dragging him inside one of the buildings.
"So what we going to do? Interrogate the prisoner, from what I understand Wraith aren't that chatty." Macdonald said sarcastically as he was helped into their shelter by Sheppard.
"Well this one seems weird, plus we have no clue where we are or who he was rambling about." Sheppard said as he lifted Titov over his shoulder and carried him into their hideout.
"I've got a good idea." Macdonald muttered.
"Yeah it's probably those guys from the village. I thought something was weird when he kept calling it a city. I guess this is what he meant." Sheppard said looking around the blood red world.
"Still, they didn't seem to be that advanced. So where the fuck did all this come from?" Macdonald asked rhetorically.
"That's what Mr. Wraith is for." Sheppard said sitting down opposite Macdonald.
A snarl and a snap alerted them to the newly awakened Wraith. A flash of blue and the sound of a heavy body hitting the floor followed closely after.
"This is going to take a while." Sheppard mumbled as the Wraith once again stopped convulsing and fell unconscious Macdonald just nodded.