"Normal speech"

"Gothic around non-Imperials."

"Mental Links."

"Ship Names."

"#Ancient to every one#."

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Attention: Dear readers several people have asked me 'if' or 'can you' include more 40k races. The answer is a follows just to clarify things. If you don't what to spoil the coming story then:

Avert Thine Eyes!

Space Marines: Done.

Imperial Guard: Analogues.

Eldar: Analogues, to be appearing in a story near you soonish.

Orks: Have no need of Analogue, but a lot of people have asked so if you can provide a sensible and viable answer then speak.

Dark Eldar: Human Analogue.

Necron: Done.

Tau: Impossible. They lack the technology to cross dimensions and will not evolve for many millennia. If you have an idea please share it.

Tyranids: Extra galactic menace, thirty eight thousand years too early. Maybe if, at a latter date, I just what to royal fuck someone over. Having millions upon millions of crazy little monsters eat you alive is my way of saying 'I don't like you very much'.

Chaos Marines: No Warp gods so no Chaos. Traitors yes but Chaos no.

Sisters of Battle: No Inquisition (yet) no Sisters of Battle or anything else like them.

Avert Not Thine Eyes!

Warp Ligia Obscura: Yes you got it Astonian Lect is the equivalent of an Archon in the Kabal of the Shattered Dream. The name similarity is because I like it but didn't what to just rip it off. See the comments in bold.

Uncle Joe: I thank you for your continued support and ideas but please see the bold comments. If I just chucked in races for the hell of it or 'cause it'd be funny would make the story loses all cohesion and what little plot it has making it little more than a string of incomprehensible battles. Although fun to read I assure you it's like murdering your self with dandelions to write; incredibly painful and very, very slow.

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The Wraith's eyes snapped open for what seemed the hundredth time. Immediately the three humans were watching him and the Zat snapped open menacingly. The red glow from the street prevented the Wraith from seeing any detail of the humans it faced but if he remembered correctly then the middle one was the leader.

Sheppard sat in the middle of the now awake Titov and Macdonald who was unwaveringly pointing the Zat at their Wraith guest. The three humans and one Wraith glared at each other the humans waiting for the Wraith to charge and the Wraith debating if it would just be easier to go to sleep. Every time he tried to blitz the three humans he was shot with that infernal stun gun and woke up propped against the same piece of wall on the other side of the room.

"So, care to tell us where we are?" Sheppard asked breaking the tense silence.

"Why should I tell you anything human?" The Wraith snarled.

The wall next to his head exploded in to a cloud of chips and dust which settled over the Wraith. "Because if you have no use, then we'll kill you." Titov said lowering his P-90.

"Yeah what he said." Sheppard reassured pointing his weapon at the Wraith.

"So. I have already told you, death is preferable to this place!" The Wraith shouted getting ready to spring across the room, his eyes wild with anger.

"Calm down, let's continue from where you left off. They revel in pain…" Sheppard asked his sights not wavering from the Wraith's chest.

The Wraith grunted and slumped back down. "…and cruelty. I do not know why but it is the center of their society or as much as you humans can make together." The Wraith said.

"Okay, so why the hell are they like this? Did you do this?" Macdonald asked.

The Wraith let out a snort and chuckled darkly. "No human, I didn't do this." He said gesturing out the open door way into the crimson world beyond. "The Wraith have no need for something like this insanity." The Wraith said angrily.

"So who did?" Titov asked his gun still trained on the Wraith.

"Who do you think human? Or is you species so dull that you cannot even figure this out." The Wraith said smiling as Titov growled in anger at the constant insults.

"Then who? Tell us Wraith and no more games." Sheppard said sternly.

"My apologies cattle, have I offended you?" The Wraith said his grin growing winder as the three humans glared at him. Suddenly a spout of blue blood erupted from his shoulder. He grunted in pain and grabbed the wounds glaring at the human who shot him.

"He said no more games Wraith. Now talk." Titov said his eyes narrowed.

"Fine, insolent fool. The only race with the stupidity and genius to build this was the Lanteans. In their madness they constructed this place to do incomprehensible things but if the ramblings of the Haemonculi and Lects are to be believed." He stopped his face contorted in fury and his hand clamped tightly around his wound. Once he had calmed him self he continued. "Then this was some kind of mass experiment on humans. I never considered that we and they would think so alike." The Wraith said grinning at his last comment the wound in his shoulder already healing.

"What sort of experiment?" Sheppard asked warily.

"I have no idea human." The Wraiht snarled.

"Then how the hell did you get here?" Macdonald asked pushing him self into a more comfortable position.

"I, I was the commander of an expedition sent here to find the source of the disruptions in the cull. I suppose it best if I start from the beginning." The Wraith said his eyes becoming distant. "During the last cull, about four of your centuries ago, we encountered a strange pattern. Exactly five planets in a cluster around the nebula-A982 had been stripped of human life in a far more destructive pattern than any culling. Each world had been stripped bare of any technology and humans all that we found were ruins and carrion. A Wraith scout party, on the sixth and last planet of the cluster, encountered a group of strange humans that used highly advanced Lantean technology and strange barbaric weapons. The scout force was massacred, only one escaped and told the Queen what planet the humans had fled to. She in her wisdom decided that no human could stand before the might of the Wraith and sent me along with a cruiser to this planet." He paused for a moment before he continued. "We landed on the out skirts of an abandoned village. I assume you found something like it. Anyway we searched around and found nothing, knowing that the Queen would not be pleased if we returned empty handed I made the fatal decision of staying the night." He paused there and started to growl.

"So what happened?" Sheppard asked interested in the story.

"A group of humans attacked the cruiser." Seeing the disbelieving faces of his three captors he smirked. "That's exactly what I would have thought, but they massacred the guards with ease. Any casualties we inflicted drove them on further. Most we killed but some were dragged kicking and screaming into the night. That's when I met the human I would loath throughout time. Histerth Lect, leader of the Kabal of Shattered Dreams. He and I fought in hand to hand combat on the bridge of my cruiser as his humans swarmed like insects over it. I was completely defeated by that strange sword of his that cut through my weapons with ease. Then I was dragged away to this place. Here I leant through the ravings of madmen what they actually were. The humans of Commorragh are parasites that hid in this hell and when it suits them raid other worlds. They take anything that would be of value including the humans that they either bred into their tribe or use for fun." The Wraith said his face contorted in disgust.

"What do you mean fun?" Macdonald asked getting a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I thought I made that clear. Do I have to spell it out for you? Their idea of fun is to torture anything that can express pain until it dies." The Wraith said angrily.

"Shit, we have to warn the others." Sheppard said frantically.

"We can't just leave this Wraith. He'll tell these people where to find us." Titov said.

"That won't be necessary because they are already here." The Wraith said smiling madly as six figures advanced down the street checking the ruins.

"Shit Sheppard get into cover. Macdonald if that Wraith moves shoot him." Titov said as he crawled into a pile of rubble and picked out his first target.

The six figures were dressed in different kinds of armor. The two at the front were wearing metal chest plates and greaves with a dark flexible fabric underneath that. In their hands were long thin metal rifles that had a dark purple core glowing just above the trigger with line the same color running the length of the barrel different shades swirling around in the lines. Along the spine serrated spikes jutted out making the weapon double as a cruel club. The three behind them were dressed in leather armor not unlike the Wraith's with a cruel set of what looked like bone spikes protruding from the shoulders. Each of them carried a small pistol and a serrated knife. The last person at the back was a woman who wore little more that a metal bikini and single metal shoulder guard. In her hands she help a strange twin bladed sword. Titov blinked at the strange group of warriors, swords against guns wasn't a good bet but if they moved like the Wraith then he was in trouble, he rubbed the raw wound on his chest and then took aim.

Sheppard lined up the closest man that could be a threat at this range and fired. The shot echoed through the empty streets as the armored man's head exploded the blood becoming indistinguishable against the red stained world. The three in leather and the woman scattered into the ruins while the other armored man open fire on Sheppard's position. Small bolts of thumb sized dark purple plasma scorched the walls burning their way through them with ease as they recklessly flew forth from the guns barrel. The bolts were surrounded by a distortion that looked similar to the Wraith stunners. The man stated to laugh madly as Sheppard's cover was slowly disintegrated by the hundreds of small plasma bolts. Titov took aim and blew the gunman's head off. Scanning the area he was surprised to see the three in leather nimbly running across the roofs. Shouting a warring to Sheppard he open fire, he took one in the leg making him stumble and fall to his messy death on the street below and another in the chest stopping him dead. The third one was directly above him and jumped down his deadly looking knife pointed straight at Titov. Time froze for Titov as the crazed man plummeted of the roof towards him, he fumbled with his new clip. Suddenly a blast of liquid exploded from his side and the man became limp in the air. Titov dived out the way as the dead weight smashed into the ground.

"Thanks." He said to Sheppard. Both of their heads swung round as they heard a shout of pain from the building they left Macdonald in.

Sprinting over to it they found Macdonald clutching a wound in his arm. The twin bladed sword lay discarded beside him as he clutched at the large gash trying to stop the bleeding. Titov and Sheppard looked around the room for the woman and found her pressed up against the wall, the Wraith's left hand over her mouth muffling her screams while his right sucked the life out of her. Both men looked away as she began to fight more frantically as he skin dried up and her hair turned white. They busied them selves on bandaging up Macdonald as the pitiful moans and growling slowly stopped. Both of them rounded on the Wraith and desiccated corpse P-90 raised. The Wraith stood up fully towering over the two men by at least a head; he cracked his neck form side to side and turned to face them.

"I'm impressed human. Most don't even survive the first hunting party. But then most aren't as well armed as you're. I can see why Lect likes you." The Wraith said smiling maliciously.

"What do you want now Wraith?" Sheppard asked warily as the Wraith flexed his reenergized muscles.

"What I want? I want to rip that man apart! And it seems that you will be my accomplices. So what do you say to it human, I'll help you then you help me." The Wraith said gleefully.

"We don't need your help Wraith." Titov said.

"Ah, my dear ally but you do. I know my way around this hell and I know how to operate the transporter." The Wraith said.

"So what do you get out of it?" Sheppard asked cautiously.

"I get a guaranteed shot at Lect. You people would be no match for him and his hunters alone, you may be able to kill many of them, but if I guide you we will make it to the Spire and freedom." The Wraith paused and looked up. "It would be nice to see the real sky again." He muttered to him self.

"Okay but what's to stop you killing us when our backs are turned?" Titov accused.

"I am not as stupid as a human to waste my chance of revenge over killing you. You think to highly of your self human." The Wraith shot back at Titov.

"Fine then we'll help you and you'll help us but first I want to know a couple of things and you will answer Wraith." Titov said.

"Very well human but my name is Levis not Wraith." Levis said crossing his arms in frustration.

"Fine then Levis, my name is Titov, this is Sheppard and Macdonald. What I want to know is what happened to the rest of the Wraiths and how many people does Lect have?" Titov said lowering his gun.

"The rest of my crew died over the centuries from either starvation or torture." Levis said looking at his left hand. "Lect has at least a thousand humans but many of them are children or slaves. So truthfully there are only about four hundred actual fighters but some of them possess exotic and deadly weapons." Levis said tilting his head to the side as he watched the two humans.

"These slaves were do they come from? You said that they only raid every couple of centuries so how do they keep slaves?" Sheppard asked.

"Why they do what you humans do best, they breed. When they raid a world they take as many prisoners as possible many they use for their fun but mostly the males the females they use as stock and create at least several generations of slave workers before the abnormalities start to appear. Then they raid all over again. The only way for a family group to leave this cycle is to kill a member of the Kabal and take his place. The most recent acceptance was the traders of the Ommarin family, a strange group even for you humans. The daughter and only survivor is very odd, she seems to disagree with all that the other members of the Kabal think but helps them as her only way of survival." Levis said laying out the inner working of Commorragh.

"So you're saying that those guys we killed…" Sheppard started.

"Yes if you are willing to duel their spawn in a trial, then you could potentially take all six seats and hand them out as you wish. That is if the hunters don't tear you apart." Levis said with a smile.

"Okay but first let's go find the others, Levis can you lift Macdonald." Titov said gesturing to the now unconcisence man at his feet.

"Very well but we must hurry if you don't want to be collecting meat." Levis said as he slung Macdonald over his shoulder and took his Zat in hand twisting the weapon around until he got comfortable with it.

"Stick to the ruins and move in single file." Sheppard said as he jogged of down the street followed by Titov and the grinning Levis.

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Davidenko took aim through the sights of her long Las and gently pulled the trigger. At the speed of light a high powered laser shot from the end with a distinctive crack and before the noise even registered to Dr. McKay below her the targets head exploded in a shower of blood and steam. Pushing her self off the ledge she ignored the scurrying black figures in the distance and lands gently on the ground. Davidenko tapped McKay on the shoulder to get his attention as he dutifully scanned the area for threats just like she told him to.

"McKay lets go the patrol has been disrupted again." Davidenko said shouldering her long Las.

"Right." McKay answered fumbling with the alien weapon in his hands. It had taken them a while to figure out how to fire the strange plasma weapon as the weapons duel power cores were very temperamental.

"I think I hear gun shots several blocks so we will be going in that direction. Have you seen anything strange?" Davidenko asked noticing McKay's hardened glare at a building further down the street.

"Quiet, I think that something is following us." McKay said watching the shadows.

"Yeah, let's get going. Don't let it know you've seen it." Davidenko said pointing down the street.

Suddenly a man wearing leather armor dropped from the roof of a near by building. In mid flight he took a swing at McKay his twisted blade slashing across McKay's arm. Landing on one hand the man pushed off and fired his pistol launching several small metal darts at the two. Davidenko shoved McKay out of the way diving down to the side as the volley of darts passed over head. She leapt up and fired off her long Las the red bolt scorching a long gash on his face. The man grinned madly as he licked off the blood trickling from the long burn. The man leveled his pistol again but before he could shoot Davidenko his eyes widened. McKay lowered the plasmas rifle watching with stunned eyes as the man's entrails poured out of the frayed hole in his stomach. The man collapsed to the ground his breathing ragged and harsh as he desperately tried to pull his innards back into himself. Davidenko walked over to the man who watched her with glazed over eyes. Davidenko shot the man through the head with her pistol stopping his pitiful gurgling.

"Common McKay lets get out of here before any more arrive." Davidenko said as she pulled at the Doctor's arm.

"Right." McKay said as he followed Davidenko's sprint down the street.

Unbeknownst to them a single low rank Haemonculi watched them from the shadows surrounded by seven warriors in metal and leather armor and four Wychs who were all clamoring for battle while still remaining perfectly hidden by the shadows. With a gesture of the large claws attached to his right hand the Haemonculus orders his band to prepare for battle. The warriors around him vanish as they spread out for an ambush. A wicked smile spreads over the wizened mans face as he imagines the games he will play and the benefits that Lect's favor would bring.

Across the ruined street a pair of dark green eyes watched the Haemonculus giggle in pleasure. Lekiel Ommarin turned away in disgust and returned to stalking the newest victims of the Kabal. She was severally impressed at the new comers, she remembered the tales her father and mother told of the hunts and wondered if these people would be able to over come the Kabal and escape. She had yet to meet Pet or Levis as he said he was called which meant that he was either dead or had allied him self with one of the other groups of humans. In either case she was happy for the Wraith having listened on endlessly to the Wraith's description of other worlds and how he longed for freedom. It was good that he had taken his chance at escape. She nimbly jumped from roof top to roof top as she followed the nervous male and highly efficient female.

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Teyla fired at the crouched figure blowing several holes out his back in a fountain of blood. Rolling over as the rain of plasma tore apart that section of wall she crawled back over to Ford. Ford had taken three hits in an ambush one in the shoulder, one in the leg and another in his arm. He had collapsed unconscious immediately making Mitchell and Teyla drag him into cover as they desperately tried to fend off the attacking group.

"Cameron, we have to retreat." Teyla said as she shot another sword wielding man.

"We can't, I don't think he's in any condition to move." Mitchell answered spraying a pile of rubble with bullets and being rewarded with a pained scream.

"Still we cannot hold them back for long." Teyla said.

"I know. Just give me a minute I'll think of something." Mitchell said chucking a grenade into a ruined building. The explosion threw several dismembered bodies and body parts onto the road.

Teyla rolled out of her cover and shot out a charging mans knee caps making him fall to the floor screaming in pain. As she lunged back into cover a plasma bolt smashed into her back making her cry out in pain.

"Teyla! Are you alright?" Mitchell shouted gunning down the shooter.

"Yeah, I'm fine… Just feel… Dizzy…" She collapsed into a heap face down blood oozing out of the burn on her back.

"Shit!" Mitchell shouted as he scrambled over to her.

The wound on her back wasn't very deep and the plasma had cauterized most of it. He checked her pulse and found that she was still alive meaning that she must just be stunned from the weapon. Mitchell used one hand to drag her over to the still knocked out Ford while he used his other to keep any of the hunters left in cover. Dropping her next to Ford he took all of her ammunition and returned to his firing position at the doorway.

Seven hunters remained hidden in the ruins as they crept closer to the prey. Two were already incapacitated and the third looked to be on his last legs. One of the younger female Wychs got impatient and charged from her hiding place only to be cut down in the open street in a hail of well placed bullets. The group's leader sneered in annoyance at the dead Wych, just a waste of resources. His sneer turned into an insane grin, these weapons were projectile based like those worthless Genii they had captured a few years back meaning that they would run out eventually. Though these ones had lasted much longer then the Genii had and as far as he knew hadn't shot their own in fear of betrayal. Signaling his group for one last charge he leveled his Render and opened fire on his prey.

Mitchell was getting worried, he was down to his last two clips and a hail storm of purple plasma was keeping him pinned to the floor. Rolling away from the shredded wall he opened fire on the three men on the street level. Two of them fell back blood pooling around them, the third launched him self into a building clutching his wounded right arm. Mitchell quickly scanned the roof tops; he no longer knew how many times he had nearly been disemboweled by a falling hunter.

Mitchell sprinted across the street followed by trails of plasma as he attempted to get a better view on the gun man. Entering a building he waited for a second to catch his breath. Two sets of eyes watched him as he leaned against the wall. The first thing that Mitchell heard was the whistle of metal traveling through air. Diving to the side he caught a dagger in the arm, if he hadn't moved it would have gone through his heart. He unloaded the remainder of his clip into the shadows hearing an effeminate screech he rolled out the building as two more knives imbedded them selves where his head was seconds before.

Mitchell scrambled to his feet blood soaking his right arm. Looking around he spotted another man in leather armor on the roofs aiming a strange device at him. Before he could react a large net was launched from the device and ensnared him. The interior of the net was lined with hooks and spikes that dug into his flesh preventing him from struggling without tearing chunks off his body. The weighted net dragged him to the ground where he lay panting heavily trying to ignore the pain he was in.

"Think after every thing I die on some backwater planet in another galaxy." Mitchell muttered to him self as the hunter jumped from the roof and joined the Wych walking towards him.

Everyone was distracted when a horrified scream echoed from the group leader's position. Mitchell craned his neck as far as possible but could only see a tall dark figure lifting up the gun man with one hand while tearing off the armor with the other. The two that had been approaching him stopped dead and looked around frantically. Suddenly the man tensed up and then collapsed his throat blow out sending a geyser of blood over Mitchell. The Wych twirled around to face an opponent Mitchell couldn't see but he had a good idea when he heard the distinctive firing of a Zat, another shot followed quickly after.

"What took you guys?" Mitchell asked the people he couldn't see.

"Don't get all teary Mitchell." Sheppard responded sarcastically as he stepped over the netted Lieutenant Colonel.

"Can you help me get this off?" Mitchell asked.

"Sure, hang one." Sheppard said grabbing onto the net.

"No wait!" Mitchell shouted urgently but Sheppard jumped back cursing as blood pooled in his hands.

"It seems the net is more than it appears." Titov said as he used the butt of the P-90 to pull a small section of the net making Mitchell wince in pain.

"No shit! Now get this off. It fucking hurts." Mitchell said getting annoyed at the Colonels laid back attitude.

"I would suggest you take a breath." Titov said as he wrapped his jacket around a section of the net.

Titov pulled hard and that side of the net detached from Mitchell leaving hundreds of tiny wounds all over his skin. Titov moved to the other side and repeated the process freeing up enough room to pull the whole thing away. Mitchell was breathing heavily his clothes soaked in blood but he still nodded to Titov who ripped the net away leaving a cursing and heavily wounded Mitchell on the ground.

"Sheppard, Emmagan and Ford are in that building over there. Take Mitchell to them while I collect our friend." Titov said pointing to one of the ruined buildings across the road.

"Are you still sure we can trust him?" Sheppard asked as he gently lifted Mitchell over his shoulder.

"Do we have a choice?" Titov responded rhetorically as he walked to wards the Wraith who was hunting amongst the ruins.

"Levis, lets go. Everyone's dead." Titov said coming up behind the Wraith.

"Quiet human. Another one of the hunters still lives. Cowering in the dirt, what an excellent example of your species." Levis said creeping deeper into the ruins.

"We don't have time for this." Titov said impatiently as he watched the Wraith stalk in the darkness.

Titov's eyes widened as a patch of shadow suddenly detached form the wall and charged the Wraith. With a simple movement of his arm a knife clattered to the floor as the two grappled in the dark. The Wraith roared in joy as he grabbed hold of the man and threw him out into the street. The hunter landed with a bone jarring thump, quickly scrambling to his feet his right arm hanging limp at his side the man drew yet another blade. Levis jumped out of the building landing several feet away from the man the insanity that had been on his face the first time he met the SG-team back in place.

The hunter and Wraith squared off in the middle of the road. Both poised to strike the other in a second. The hunter suddenly jerked and slumped over, the large hole in the back of his head leaking his brains onto the ground. Levis whirled round to see Titov casually lower his gun and glare at the Wraith.

"I told you, we don't have time for this." Titov said coldly.

"Do not tell me what to do human." Levis warned flexing his blood stained hands.

"The faster we move the more patrols we can evade. And then the closer you get to your revenge." Titov said nodding towards the Malignant Spire.

Levis grunted in response and stalked past Titov, sparing him an angry glare, and made his way back to Sheppard's location. Titov sighed in annoyance and scratched the back of his head while absently watching the deeper red of the blood pool expand from the fallen hunter. Turning around he followed Levis back towards Sheppard.

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Davidenko sighed in annoyance as McKay began to mutter loudly in his sleep again for what seemed to be the twentieth time. Dropping from her perch above the sleeping Doctor she lightly made her way towards McKay. Deciding to have a little fun with the sleeping man she concentrated on the small device imbedded in her voice box. Finding a voice she liked she leaned over McKay.

"Wake up Doctor McKay." She said slowly. Her voice sounded like a cross between a marines' vocal synthesizer and a Goa'uld host.

McKay sat straight upright his eyes still heavily lidded and his pistol draw. He swung the pistol around demanding, in a mixture of slurred words and nonsensical grunts, who was there. He completely missed the redhead woman crouched behind him.

"Calm down Rodney, it's your turn as look out." Davidenko said stifling a giggle as McKay's confused eyes came to rest on her.

"Uh hu." He grunted slowly getting to his feet and grabbing the plasma rifle from beside him.

"In about an hour we'll continue on towards the tower." Davidenko said as she took the same corner McKay had previously occupied.

"Yeah." McKay said as he pulled him self up onto the ledge above Davidenko.

"Don't be so down McKay." Davidenko said cheerfully.

"I'm not down. I just don't like this place." McKay said somberly putting the plasma rifle in his lap.

"Neither do I, but you can't let it get to you." Davidenko said.

"I know." McKay said with a sigh.

"Just relax Rodney; I don't think anyone is following us now." Davidenko said.

"Got it, you know one thing that interests me is the plasma modulation in this rifle. It's quite different from our own…" McKay trailed off as he heard Davidenko's breathing become steadier and deeper. "No one ever listens to me." McKay mumbled.

Once the one the Haemonculus has deemed the weaker of the two had taken over the watch the hunters began to close in on their target. Moving through the shadows with grace homed by years of dedicated practice the hunters moved into a lose ring around the oblivious McKay. The eldest Wych jumped from her hiding place lashing out with a barbed whip the blades imbedded in it cutting a jagged line into the wall next to McKay's head.

McKay yelped in surprise and fell off the ledge letting off a spray of plasma fire that hit the Wych in the face. The body of the woman collapsed to the floor her face burned away to reveal her brain and the back of her mouth. McKay quickly righted him self and let lose a spray of purple plasma into the shadows around him. A single warrior lowered him self gently through the hole in the roof, hanging from his feet he took the blade from his mouth and readied to strike the back of McKay's head. The warrior jerked as two hands clamped around his neck with a swift pull he lost his hold on the roof and fell to the ground. Before he could even recover Davidenko snapped his neck with ease letting his limp body fall to the ground behind her.

"Rodney, stop firing there's nothing out there." Davidenko said placing a hand on McKay's shoulder.

"So where did these two come from?" McKay asked nodding towards the faceless Wych and dead warrior.

"I don't know but we should get going." Davidenko answered while looking around.

"Right." McKay said.

The Haemonculus hissed in anger while dragging his clawed hand down a wall leaving five deep gashes through it. With a casual flick of his free hand the two armored warriors behind him jumped past him. Growling in annoyance the Haemonculus watched as the two armored warriors stalked closer to the prey.

Davidenko pushed McKay down as a swarm of small knives flew through the air that he was in a moment ago. Twisting around she unloaded her long Las into the shadows and a leathered armored man fell out of the ruins a smoking hole through his throat. McKay picked him self up and quickly ran after Davidenko as she sprinted down the street.

"Davidenko slow down!" McKay shouted as the Russian woman pulled further and further ahead of him.

A triangular boomeranged flew out of the ruins and cut open McKay's left calf muscle sending a trail of blood squirting onto the air. McKay fell to one knee his eyes wide in shock as his left leg no longer responded to his commands. A long curved knife followed impaling his right hand into the ground. McKay stared dumb struck at the knife through his hand. It took a second for the pain from either injury to register in his brain but when it did he let out a short scream. Davidenko stopped in her tracks hearing McKay's scream she whirled around and ran back towards the wounded scientist.

Two armored warriors dropped down beside McKay who stared at them in total fear as they loomed over him cruel grins on their faces their pointed teeth gleaming in the blood red light. McKay's world turned dark as one of the warriors smashed him over the head with the butt of his Render. The second warrior fired at the charging Davidenko his shots going wide as she ducked and weaved around them. Before the first warrior could react she was in their faces grabbing the butt of his plasma rifle she shoved in the face of the other warrior and kicked the first one in the groin making him spasm in pain and pull the trigger. The second warrior died instantly as his face was vaporized and the first keeled over his testicles shattered by the enhanced kick. Davidenko quickly stamped on his wind pipe and left him to choke.

"Rodney, Rodney! Can you hear me?" Davidenko asked shaking the wounded man.

She never got her answer as the remaining three Wychs of the hunting party that had been followed them jumped out of the ruins and surrounded her on all sides. Two were armed with twin short swords and the last one was armed with a halberd.

"Sisters this one is strong. She will make a fine gift for our Lord." A Wych said from behind Davidenko spinning her short swords impatiently.

"Yes, a fine gift." The one to Davidenko's right hissed readjusting her grip on her halberd.

The Wych behind Davidenko became impatient and charged the solitary woman. Spinning around Davidenko caught the Wych in the ribs with the butt of her long Las; the Wych grimaced as several cracks followed the impact mostly her ribs but one was the Long Las's butt. Following the momentum of the swing the Wych continued forward and lunged at Davidenko with her left short sword. The blade swung past Davidenko's face leaving a small cut on her cheek, reaching out Davidenko grabbed the outstretched arm and demonstrating her enhanced strength again she swung the Wych around. The Wych's eyes widened in shock as her feet left the floor and she was launched through the air. With a grunt Davidenko let go of the Wych's arm and the body entered free fall flying straight into the other Wych armed with short swords. The Wych side stepped the flying body and continued to stare at Davidenko.

"Impressive." The Wych with the halberd muttered.

The remaining Wych with short swords lunged at Davidenko, her swords aimed at her stomach and throat. Davidenko used the long Las to block the one aimed at her stomach the Wych expecting the action nimbly changed the direction of her lunge, sacrificing her shot at Davidenko's throat for a better chance at a hit and caught Davidenko in the thigh the other sword missing her neck by a fraction. The Wych with the halberd took her chance and longed forward spinning the ling weapon above her head. Hearing the charge Davidenko caught hold of the lunging Wych as she passed by her and rolled backwards. The charging Wych was caught off guard by this move and as Davidenko fell to the ground she brought the stunned Wych in her grasp in to the path of the halberd. The halberd pierced through the thin metal of the Wych's chest armor and exploded out the woman's back in a shower of blood and organs. Davidenko let go of the dead body as she hit the hard ground, its dead weight dragging the halberd from the last Wych's hands.

Davidenko rolled out the way as an armored foot slammed down where her head should have been. Scrambling to her feet she drew the small combat knife from it sheath on her hip and held it in a defensive position in front of her. The Wych hissed at her and drew a thin curved blade from her armor on her thigh. Both faced each other but before anyone could make a move a plasma bolt slammed into Davidenko's back. Davidenko stumbled forward slightly and the Wych took her chance. Even as her world began to swim Davidenko managed to deflect the Wych's lunge and drive her own knife into Wych's head.

Turning around Davidenko came face to face with three warriors two in metal armor and the third in leather. The two with Renders had them casually resting on their shoulders while the man in leather was holding a single knife he intricately twirled through his fingers. Standing behind the imposing man was a smaller but infinitely more terrifying man. He was wearing a long black rode which was covered in dried blood. On his right hand was a massive claw. His face was old and withered making it look like dried leather. They all smiled cruelly as they stood over McKay unmoving body.

Davidenko's vision swayed as her body tried to resist the stunning effects of the Render rifle. Straightening her self up slightly, she slowly moved the knife in her hand into a defensive position. The three warriors sneered at her attempts and lowered their Renders in to firing position. Suddenly a high pitched whine came from McKay's supposedly unconscious body. All three of the warriors and the Haemonculus whirled around only to come face to face with a Render in the one free hand of McKay. The stream of purple plasma eviscerated two of the warriors before the Haemonculus and remaining warrior threw him self out of the way the shots intended for them soaring into the artificial sky.

McKay passed out again the rifle falling from his limp hands as the warrior and Haemonculus picked them selves off the ground. Seizing her change Davidenko charged the two put her semi-stunned body didn't respond with it usual efficiency or power and she ended up falling over her own feet. The Haemonculus kicked Davidenko in the ribs with his pointed metal shoes sending her sliding over the floor twitching in pain as the warrior laughed in the background. As quickly as his laughter began it died and was replaced with a wet tearing. The Haemonculus turned around only for his head to come flying off and land at Davidenko's feet.

Davidenko opened her pained eyes as her mind floated on the edge of consciousness she saw a tall woman in the same tiny amount of armored clothing that the Wych's wore. The woman had long black hair and two very long serrated and curved blades. She looked down at Davidenko and then at McKay before sheathing her blades on her back with practiced ease.

"I am Lekiel Ommarin and you two will be coming with me." The woman stated as Davidenko lost her battle for consciousness.