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Point of Ascension

Chapter 5

"You should not think me so innocent."

The distinct sound of a energy weapon charging up sounded and the mussel of it found the back of Ladons head.

"Don't move." A female voice said very slow and firm.

Ladon froze and looked to the side in surprise. He tried to turn around but the gun was pressed harder against him. A hand disarmed him and the weapon was tossed over to Sheppard that was standing in a cell, along with his strike team and Major Lornes squad.
"I must admit colonel, I didn't think you had anymore people with you." The genii admitted.

"I didn't." He stated. "And I really didn't expect you to come. You're alone? Open the door Laden." He told the man and was careful not to mention Veras name. They had no knowledge of who or what she was, and he rather keep it that way.

"Yes, I am alone. Leaving will be harder." She stated.

Earlier this day the Atlantis team had been carefully manoeuvred into a trap set by the Genii. It started with the feigned deaths of Major Lorne and his team. While the Genii Ladon had called in and temped them to a deal where they would come out with a ZPM. Investigating the situation further it looked like Ladon was a renegade who tried to stage a coup d'etat. Trying to turn the tables, Atlantis had secretly sent in a strike force to detain and take the ZPM. Helping the current Genii leader in the process.

As it had turned out, Ladon and the genii leader was on the same side all along. Sheppard and his force had been detained, thrown on the same cells as the not-so-dead Lorne and new demands had been sent to Atlantis. In exchange for their people, the genii wanted all of the Jumpers Atlantis possessed.
It was a demand they couldn't agree to. Bewildered, Weir, Ronon, Telyla and Beckett had gathered to try and find a solution to the situation. Not even the fact that they could cure the hostages they had taken from Ladon had appeased the genii in the least. When Ronon had tried to force Weir to an aggressive solution the ancient woman had come with a surprising alternative.

"Dr Weir. There is another solution to your problem. Allow me to go. Alone."
She had said, dead serious. Everyone had silenced, turned and stared at her in surprise.
"Alone?" Elizabeth managed and shook her head without noticing it herself. AS if she weren't surprised at the offer itself.
"It will be easier that way. Decide quickly. If I go, I must change." She stated, wearing a dress highly unfit for field operations.
Still startled, Dr Weir pointed out that her safety would be at risk. But Vera reassured her it wouldn't be a problem. And surprisingly enough she argued it was worth the risk; since both Lt Col Sheppard and Dr McKay was among the ones taken hostage. So Weir authorized it with only a slight reluctance.

Therefore Vera now stood steadfast behind Ladon, a gun at his head, the two soldiers who had followed him laid dead on the ground. The woman was wearing sturdy clothes, camouflaged with both different shades of gray and green. She wore armguards of brown leather, rough and used. A vest in the same color scheme, with pockets and straps for further equipment. Her hair was tightly braided in a french braid, not a single strand escaped it. While she held one gun, another was still fastened at a belt around her hip. Ladon raised his arms after the cell door was opened.
"It doesn't need to be." He responded to the woman statement that the escape would be more difficult than her infiltration.
"What do you mean?" Sheppard asked.
"Weir says your doctor can cure the people sent through the gate... Is that true?"
"Beckett is the best doctor in two galaxies. If there's a cure, he's got it."
"Alright. I can get you off this planet without any difficulties."
"How come?" The colonel asked, tilting his head and passed a gun to Major Lorne that they had collected from the dead guards at the entrance to the building.
"All men here, except for Cowen's guard, are loyal to me. If I tell them to step aside, the will. And... Hidden away at the bottom of this building is a nuclear device."
"Well, well. How'd you get your hands on that?" Sheppard asked, already puzzling together what was really happening here.
"You forget I'm the chief scientist. I made it."
"You're gonna start your coup!" McKay exclaimed as he understood what was going on.
"Most of my men are waiting for me on our homeworld. Tonight, the leadership of our people changes hands. Or so it was supposed to be.." Ladon stated, trying to look back at the one pressing a gun to his head. But the pressure came again and he kept his eyes on Sheppard.
"It's alright. You can let him go now."
The mussel disappeared and the genii lowered his hands. He turned around to see who had outsmarted him. The sight wasn't what he expected. Then he looked over at the two dead guards and back to her.
"You did this?"
"I have no mercy for those who threat my people." She stated, calm. Choosing the words 'my people' with care as to not give any information away that wasn't necessary.
"I see. Come on. This way." He lead them further into the cell complex. They ran into a group of soldiers who fell in line as soon as Ladon gave orders. A stretch later they ran into the genii leaders own guards. The two guards raised their weapons but Ladon reassured them.
"It's alright. We're just escorting these prisoners."
The guards lower their weapons, while the genii on their side raised theirs. Shots rang and the two guards fell dead to the ground.
"There's a hidden passage this way. We shouldn't run into any more resistance." He stated to the group.
"You were just gonna leave us the to be vaporized with the others, weren't you?" Sheppard asked.
"Yes." He answered without delay.
"And now we really are helping you with your coup."
"Strange how things work out , isn't it?"

Back Atlantis control room the gate started to dial and a technician announce the recipient of Dr McKays IDC. Weir shouted for a defence force and ordered the shield to be lowered. Through the gate came Sheppard along with his strike team. Major Lorne and the people missing with him, Ladon with his genii soldiers and lastly Vera. McKay waved to Weir as he came out first.
"Rodney!" She called out and her eyes searched the unexpected number of people that came back. Her own defence team was taking the weapons from the genii soldiers who willingly surrendered them. "Don't tell me Vera did all this by herself?"
"No, well, not all of it. I think she did tip the balance of it but-"
"McKay, the point.."
"Alright. It's Ladon. He ordered the soldiers to step down. In exchange for his people."
"Ladon's in charge?" She asked stunned.
"Yeah, well, he's about to be."
"So he really was planning a coup."
"Apparently we're part of the plan."
The radio in Ladons belt crackled with the words of Cowen their, soon-to-be, former leader.
"Ladon? Ladon come in!"
The genii exchanged a look with Sheppard before he answered.
"This is Ladon."
"What's going on?"
" I'm sorry it had to come to this, Cowen. You have served our people well."
"What have you done?" The angry voice came over the radio.
"Shield up." Sheppard called over to the technician by the gate controls.
The shield was brought up and the nuclear blast shook the shield, causing the whole gateroom to shiver. Vera turned towards the gate and watched it fade away.

Vera returned to her quarters. She took off her vest, hanged off the belt but didn't undress further. Placing the two energy weapons in a concealed closet she could only come to the conclusion that she still had adrenaline running in her body that she needed to get rid off. She had volunteered for this mission since the technology level the genii was low. Lower than the people of earth that now inhabited Atlantis. So she had seen it as an opportunity to test herself on a field mission. There was also the perfect argument as to why she should go alone. So she could use technology that she yet wasn't thrilled to share with these people. But it had been easier than expected. The manpower was much lower and the man had surrendered. As far as she could tell, he had already changed his mind in killing his hostage by the time she got there. She sighed and walked out, heading towards the training room. But the room was empty. She guessed most people were busy with what was going on with the genii. With a sigh again she sat down in the middle of the room. Training without a partner was something she had always found frustrating. To learn moves properly, yes. But to work out excessive energy? No, she choose meditation instead. She lifted her feet up to her thighs, straightened her back, pulled back her shoulders, lifted her head, laid her right hand with the palm up in her hand, and placed her left hand in the palm of the right and touched her thumbs together. With a deep breath she closed her eyes.

It only took a minute or two and she wasn't alone any more. Ronon had passed the room and saw her sitting there silently. He looked down the length of the corridor, turned his head and looked down the other. No one was coming, the coast was clear. He gave a wicked little smile. Then, as silently as he could, he walked into the room. Ever so quietly he took a wooden staff from the wall. One, two, three steps and he raised the staff. Slowly he moved it towards her, aiming for her chest.
He did expect her to notice before he could touch her with it. So when her hand flew up and caught the staff ten centimetres before touching her, he grinned. She opened her blue eyes and looked straight at him.
"I wondered who it was. I didn't recognize the steps." She said and let go of the staff.
"Didn't think you were a fighter."
"You know I'm training with Teyla every other day."
"Yeah, but.. field operation?"
The thought that it was strange for these people to see her armed and ready to fight, hand to hand, was so bizarre it didn't just bring a smile to her. She actually laughed. It was a soft, low, musing laugh. But a laugh nonetheless. It seemed her so strange that for a moment she dropped her guard completely.
"I have been trained as a soldier since I was five. You should not think me so innocent."
"Five huh?" He was surprised. "The ancestors trained children?"
"No." She said and got up from her lotus position on the floor. "They trained me."
Ronon couldn't help but let his eyes search over her. There was no doubt she was physically apt for the life of a soldier, a bit skinny perhaps. He leaned the staff towards her, offering it to her.
"Wanna go a round?"
"Why not?" She said and took hold of the staff.
"I should warn you." He said as he walked over to arm himself. "I'm better than Teyla." He took another staff from the wall and turned towards her. "You don't believe me?" He asked when she didn't answer.
"I'm sure in some situations you are. But I believe you fight differently. Teyla rely on technique. I would guess you rely on intuition."
They touched the end of theirs staffs together.
"We'll see." He smiled.
She said nothing of the fact that she could only keep up with Teyla every now and then. But this was what she had wished for. A real training exercise, and she welcomed any chance to learn. They circled each other slowly and they both cleared their minds, focusing on each other. He was stronger than her, that he made clear the first time their staffs came together. So, to have a chance at this, technique was the key. Though she guessed this man was more seasoned in real close combat than her. Vera was used to guns.
It didn't take long until it became a workout for both of them. If anyone had been watching they would have seen that Ronon was the one with the clear upper hand, but Vera did manage to edge away at the last moment. Until she messed up a defence and ended up on the floor. He tapped the end of his staff lightly on her forehead. Then he offered his hand. She reached for her dropped weapon and allowed him to help her up.

"Again." She said before he had the time to ask, and he was happy to oblige.
Vera suffered two more defeats. But he was having a harder time. As the rumours where she was a quick learner. He couldn't argue with that. They were both getting tired but agreed to a last round. The rounds had lasted longer and longer. But he figured this would have to end pretty quick. She was up to something. Moving her hands closer together on the staff would give her better speed, but harder to control.
Ronon was about to start in a circle but she lunged immediately. Using the staff as leverage she managed to trip him over. The fact that she lost her weapon in the process didn't bother her. She followed him down and landing on top of him she placed her arm over his throat and held down his right arm with her free left. She breathed heavily. Her warm breath stroking his cheeks, so close she were. Obviously more tired that he had thought she was.
So she could control her breathing when she needed, he'd remember that the next time. Ronon swallowed hard and waved his free hand, signalling that it hadn't been her complete victory.
"You have to at least give me a draw for this one."
"Alright." He smiled. "A draw."
She sighed in a slight relief and got off him, offering him a hand when she got up. He accepted it and half expected to topple her over with his weight. Vera went to get her own staff and met Ronon by the rack. Both of the placed the weapons back in the stand and eyed the other weapons there were to choose from.
"Let's do this again sometime?" Vera said and looked up at him.

"Sure." He said in his dark somewhat husky voice and followed her with his eyes as she nodded at him and walked out of the room.

Vera returned to shower in her quarters. After the time spent in a soldiers clothing she had no desire to return to a dress. With a glance over the bed she realized that she wasn't tired. So she chose to dress in white clothing with a gray vest over. The hair she left hanging freely. Letting the natural curls form as it air-dried. It wasn't night yet, most of the people on the ship was still awake. Many, she knew, was still working. She wasn't sure if they didn't have much free-time or that the people simply enjoyed their jobs so much they just worked late most of the time. She decided to head to Dr McKays office.
She found him there behind a computer, hammering away on the keyboard. She gave the door a light knock and he waved her in after frowning that someone was disturbing him.
"I though you were someone else." He stated.
"Who?"
"Anyone." He said frankly and turned around. "I know you agreed with me when I said the ship wouldn't fly on two ZedPM's." He took a few steps into the room, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. McKay was the only one, Vera noted, that had actually taken up the habit of calling Atlantis a ship. She followed him into the room and stopped by a large whiteboard filled with scribbles of a formula. She studied it as he continued. "But what would it actually take to take off? For Atlantis to leave the planet I mean."
"Even if you had two fully powered..crystals, it wouldn't do." Vera found their name for the energy source as awkward and avoided using it. There also was a disagreement in the shortened version of the name. ZedPM and ZeePM. She never understood what the difference was. Lastly she just resorted to calling it a crystal. "For Atlantis to take off the planet you need three crystals working in a cycle. And even then I wouldn't recommend doing it below 25%, preferably not below 30%, and definitely not below 20. You would probably leave the atmosphere. But I doubt you would make it to another planet, even less to actually land on it."
"You said you had flown Atlantis before?"
Her eyes broke away from the board and looked at him. Had she told so? She didn't remember if she had. Did it matter? Perhaps she was being overly secretive with information. But it was easier to give than take back.
"Yes, I have." She decided she wanted the trust of these people. "But not in combat. There were other ships who fought. Atlantis was never in harms way."
"So if we got our hands on three ZedPM's you could actually fly it?"
"Of course." She answered. Surprised that he even had to ask.
"You.. don't happen to know where me might find any other ZedPM's, or maybe!" His face lighted up. "Maybe even how to make them?!"
"If my people left any crystals out there to be found, they have failed to report it in the Atlantis database. As to making them... that is beyond me. I understand how they work, but not their creation."
"Huh... too bad.. Actually I was thinking about another thing with the chair." He said and popped down behind his computer again. "The drones, how many of them could you control at the same time?"
"I haven't gone through any simulation since I woke up from the stasis. I'm not sure but maybe a hundred." She said casually and turned her attention to the board again.
"Hundred?"" He asked and his mouth fell open.
"Well, at least fifty." She picked up a pen and eraser. Changed a number, added a decimal, added a formula and changed the resulting number. Meanwhile McKay got out of his chair.
"What are you doing? Don't touch that! I've been working on that formula for-"
"Power distribution." She finished. "You're trying to find and alternative power source."
"Well, yes but implementing it seems to be... tricky."
"Impossible." She said and turned towards him. "This is calculated from the usage of the generators you use for the self-destruct mechanism."
"You... know about them?"
"I looked into them after the training exercise. They are too weak to work. See?" She pointed to a section in the formula that she had changed. "The energy flow is too weak. Perhaps if the energy is harnessed more efficiently It can be used. But only for a short amount of time, and with at least three of them."
"Actually." He smiled smugly. "We have already used them."
"How?"
In the beginning we didn't have a ZedPM, so we used Naquadah generators to power the ship."
"Only for basic systems I presume?"
"Yes but... we did manage to power up the chair with them. Once. Shortly."
"I see. You must have overloaded them."
"Well yes, but it worked! The mark II can draw 600% more power than the Mark I when it's in overload state. If we can increase it further-"
The two of them continued the discussion, and discussing other subjects as well. Time went by easily when she got stuck in conversation with this man. Granted he was very self-confident, to the point that his remarks were rude. But Vera didn't mind, in fact she hardly noticed. Having always worked with people that were better and smarter than her she had learned patience in dealing with them. Most often, they meant well.
It was late when she finally left his office. There was no point in returning to her quarter to sleep, she figured. In a few hours she'd be up to try and train the Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard again. Trying being the key word.
So she found a quiet dark corner to sit and meditate until the mess opened. Despite the warnings about the food in there she found breakfast most pleasant. It was a habit she hadn't been used to, but now found it hard to skip.

The hall was almost empty this early in the morning. There were a couple in a corner and Vera sat alone at a table in the middle of the room. She preferred the messhall like this, almost void of people. Since she had been a child, or more accurate since she lost her parents, she had always felt a bit uncomfortable in large loud groups of people. Being a soldier it was of course something she had to learn to tolerate. But if it could be avoided, she did avoid it.
A man came into the mess, filled up his plate and headed straight towards her. She smiled vaguely at the soldier and offered him to take a seat before he could ask.
"Up so early, Major?"
"Early assignment. We're heading out before even the sun figures it's morning." Evan Lorne sat down opposite to her. He was dressed in simple clothing that they often used when in contact with people less technically advanced. His breakfast was light.
"Do you enjoy your work, Major? I would guess it's quite different from what you expected."
"It is." He agreed. "I just signed up to be a solider. I like it though. Never an ordinary day. Oh, wait a minute." Lorne started to search his pockets and eventually produced a flat mp3 player with earphones. "Here, for you." He gave it over to her. "It's music, like you asked for. I think I managed to get quite a mixed list together."
"Your people listen to a wide array of music?"
"Yes very." He nodded. "So keep in mind that I don't like all of it myself that in there. If you find anything weird, I mean." He smiled, which she returned.
"My people seldom listened to music. Our art was different. Thank you Major. I will enjoy it."
"I'll warn you. Some among my people might see giving music to a girl as flirting."
"Really?" Vera shoved back the mane of hair that fell forward since she wasn't wearing a hairband. "Are you flirting with me, Major?"
"Oh me? No never. Wouldn't dare to." He assured her with a joke on his voice.
The only reason she allowed this form of conversation was because she was sure that he wasn't interested. It was all a joke. She liked the major, he was a good man. The first here who gave her the benefit of a doubt. But she doubted that she would love any of these people. Not romantically. Actually it would be more true to say she didn't think about it. She was in the service of Atlantis. The last remaining sliver of her former life. And she gave it her full attention.
"How is your training with the Colonel doing?"
"Not especially well." She admitted. "He's not very patient."
"He's more of a hands on man. Give him some time. He'll get it eventually. He's a very good soldier." Lorne finished the last of his meal and got up.
"I won't argue with you on that." Vera agreed. "Have a good day."
"I'll try." He smiled. "And you to."
She watched him walk away and took up music player he'd supplied her with. With the press of a button it lit up and stated there were about a thousand files on it. A thousand songs, she thought. Not bad, she was sure she'd enjoy it. Though the major had touched another matter that had bothered her for a while. Her sessions with the Colonel really didn't go all that well. Perhaps she should rethink her approach. Her training had consisted of meditation ever before she got to use the chair properly. This man had sat in the chair before he even knew what it could do.

Sheppard sat down on the floor, trying to relax, trying to tell himself that this was useful training. He hadn't ever liked this 'meditation' thing. Sitting down in awkward positions and silently doing nothing? No, not his cup of tea at all. But if it could get him better in handling the chair, he had to give it a try, hadn't he?
His teacher, the ancient named Vera, entered the room.
"Hey! Look I'm early, and already sitting down." He gave her a joking smile, but the joke didn't get through.
"Yes, good. Now get up and follow me." She said and turned, not waiting for him to rise.
He got up quickly, confused, and half ran to catch up to her.
"What, no training today?"
"We're not making any progress. After I had thought about it for a while and I realized I have to adapt."
"Adapt?" He asked, trying to figure out where they were going.
"Yes."
Nothing more was said, but a few minutes later they arrived at the door leading to the chair-room. Vera waved her hand in front of the panel and the door opened without hesitation. They both stepped inside. Sheppard walked up to the chair.
"What, I get to try it?" He watched her look outiside, as if checking if someone was there. Then she walked in, let the doors close and walked up to him.
"Will will have you promise me." She started, her voice calm and eyes searching for confirmation. "If we are to continue to practice in this way, you will not tell anyone of what happens in here."
"I can't promise that." He hesitated. "What if-"
"If it is information that you need to expose to save the ship or your people? Of course it doesn't extend to that. I'm asking you to not casually bring it up, or unnecessary speaking about it." She clarified. "I know our technology is beyond yours by many, many years. I ask of you to understand why I want to be careful in the revelation of it. Just as much as technology can lift a people, it can just as easily ruin it." Vera fell silent, awaiting his answer. Her eyes on him was intent, she wanted him to understand.
John had already figured that if there was one thing he could count on with this woman, it was that she would do anything to protect Atlantis. The rest was as hard to pin down as getting McKay to shut up if someone told him he was wrong. What had surprised him was the fact that she had slid in the words 'your people' in there. Alright, he'd play along. Did he really have an alternative if he wanted to understand this chair better?
"Alright." He nodded. "I wont tell anyone."
That conformation was all she needed. She took a few steps past him and held up her hand above the floor. A small hatch in the floor slid away and from it rose a pillar. Vera placed her hand on it and looked at the door first. It's lights shifted from light blue to red.
"Where the hell did that come from? Or actually... what is it?"
"A control panel." She figured she could tell him that there were several of such throughout the ship, but the information was useless. Only people of certain rank could use them, and only those registered in the computer. "Now sit." She said after the lights of the chair also shifted. From blue to yellow.
He did as he was told, though not with the most eager enthusiasm he'd ever displayed. He stretched out and made himself comfortable. The chair didn't incline as usual.
"What did you do with it?"
"I have disconnected it from the system."
"Disconnected?" He sounded worried.
"Yes. Whatever the chair is commanded to do, it will only give you visual feedback. In this way, we can train all manner of things. Without wasting energy or drones."
"Cool." He smirked with a soft nod. "Wait, does this mean I can try and fly this city. I mean ship?"
"In due time. Colonel." Vera couldn't help the acknowledging smile. This man was a pilot, like herself. She could very well understand the excitement of the thought to fly something this big. "I will activate simulation now."
The chair inclined and Sheppard relaxed into it. No screens magically appeared above him.
"The chair is designed to have an easy interaction. But it can also demand a great deal of the user. The most important key to this, is concentration. Close your eyes. I have seen footage of you using it before and-"
"Wait? Footage?" He opened his eyes.
"The chair is always under surveillance. Footage is being stored in Atlantis computers. If you have questions, let's have them later. Close your eyes." The last words were uttered in a commanding tone, and he obeyed. "As I said, I have seen footage of you using it before. You can feel the ship, yes? As a strange presence, largely a part of yourself."
"Yes." He nodded unconsciously, focusing on this feeling. He hadn't thought about it before. It had been so... natural.
"Acknowledge it. Search it. Try to understand it." Vera walked around him, slowly as to not disturb him. It had been her conclusion that John Sheppard was a very skillful pilot within his own level of technology. She did believe he could fly Atlantis at this very day, if it was necessary. "You can compare bringing up a screen viewing Atlantis external with opening you own eyes. Keep your eyes closed." She stood behind him and placed a finger in the middle of his forehead. "Bring your focus to one single point, tell Atlantis you want to see the sky." She gave him a few moments and removed her finger. "Open your eyes."
Sheppard did open his eyes. And above him he saw Lantea's sky, blue and clear.
"Look at that!" He said with pride. It was only a single image portraying a patch of the sky. But it was more than he had manage to do before.
"Yes, look at that." It was a relief to see that her idea had worked so well. "I admit you surprised me, Colonel. There is hope for you yet."
"I'll take that as a compliment." He gave her a playful look and the image above him faded.
Vera was by the panel again and had the chair restored to neutral position.
"You will learn to keep the screen up when other things demand your concentration. This is the key to operate Atlantis." The light of the chair changed back to normal, the door to the room unlocked and Sheppard got up. "Concentration, focus and the ability to do several things at the same time."
"Question." He said suddenly and she looked at him startled. "How old where you when you first sat in the chair?"
"How old?" The question took her by surprise. She blinked and thought about it. A line she had spoken last day to Ronon came back to her. I have been trained as a soldier since I was five. "I was five years old when I first sat in Atlantis chair." I wasn't supposed to, and it changed everything. A part of her wanted to add, but she kept it to herself. Not sure as to why.
"Five years old?" He couldn't hold back his surprised. "I was still playing with radio controlled planes by then."
"Radio controlled planes?"
"A toy plane what you use a wireless controller to fly."
"I have never used anything like that."
"Of course you haven't. Not with toys like these." He motioned to include the entirety of Atlantis. "I'll see if our techs can build one. Then I can teach you something."
"I'll look forward to it."

Later in the evening Vera walked alone in a corridor next to the central spire. She checked that she was alone before she stopped, walked up to the wall and placed her hand on it. A secret sliding door created an opening in the wall and she slipped in quickly before she was seen. Inside there was a set of stairs which she started following upwards. It was dark, the only light there was feint yellow emergency lights.
She continued upwards until she came to the ceiling. There was a panel where she placed her hand. It recognized her authorization and a hatch in the ceiling opened, allowing her to step outside.
Where was this outside? The very top of the central spire. An invisible shield activated, keeping the strong winds at bay. The small platform was surrounded by a solid chest high wall, which she leaned her arms on. Hey eyes took in the entirety of the sigh in front of her. Atlantis, calmly resting on the surface of Lantea.
There was a lot of things happening. A lot of things to take in. So many decisions to make. Judging how much she could show, teach and tell in this situation wasn't something she had ever been taught. She had to make do with the reports she could find about first contacts in Atlantis database. Well, she figured she wasn't doing horrible.
She took out the mp3 player Major Lorne had given her this morning and put on the headphones. Pressing play the first song started playing and the name rolled up on the screen.
It read "Metal Gear Solid" Main Theme(metal gear solid 3 version)
Vera leaned forward and decided to relax and let this music teach her about this people for the next hour.

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Authors rant: HEY! Can't believe I managed to get this out this quick. Some of these ideas I've had for a while. If you had 10% as fun reading this as I had writing, you enjoyed it ;)
Also, the whole spacing with the text is working better now.. again O.o

Anyhow, there are some things that's weird in this. The discussion with McKay, let me talk about that one.
I have this handicap that I want everything to be JUST RIGHT NO PLOT HOLES. Which is hell. So I had written the discussion with McKay quite differently, and then had to change things up, and hopefully it didn't turn out all too horrible. I'm not that awesome with technobabble.

And yes Lorne is very quickly up and about considering he's been held hostage just recently X3

I wanted to write more from the coup d'etat episode. But the things I wanted to change was just minor and it would be alot of work for little enjoyment. So this little end summarise would have to do.

And I'm not sure if Ronon is better than Teyla, but I think he believes so :b

The mp3 player was a thing I really wanted to do. I will probably bring up some songs later. About the song that starts in this chapter: I decided to just pick the first song I had in my on list on my cell-phone. The " " signs actually makes it go at the top XD
Tis an awesome song tho.

Next chapter will not be out this quickly.

Seriously, I've diverted alot of time on this fic and my brain is kind of malfunctioning. I almost named the chapter "Vera and the boys" maybe the next will be more like "Vera and the girls" :b

Oh and No matter what Vera says, she will end up in a romance
I love writing romance, but I haven 100% decided with whom yet.

Sorry for the long rant. I hope the chapter was readable!

ps. I like smileys :3