This story will take place in the Protectors au.
Stargate is the property of Double Secret Productions and others.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
This is a work of fiction, meant to entertain. If I offend, I apologize, that is not my intention.
Chapter One
Out among the stars a threat toward humanity lurks. Unknown. Legend made flesh. It's Hunting. That what it does, why it does what it does. Hunting. An entire civilization for more then a million years dedicated to one purpose. To the Hunt. To prove themselves the better. They have conquered, enslaved and destroyed entire galaxies of people in pursuit of this one goal. No one, adult or child, animal or sentient, has been spared in their mad quest. Not even they remember why this became their purpose, because they don't care about why, only the Hunt. They lost once and have not forgotten. Now they have their eye on a new galaxy. Pegasus. A galaxy barely beginning to recover from being the prey for another species. One that saw them as food, not sport. The why doesn't matter to them either. Survival does. The cry has gone out and been answered.
Let The Hunt Begin.
Colonel John Sheppard stared at the barren landscape before him. Last month when AG 1 had visited, this had been a beautiful world. One beginning to recover from the Wraith. The population was beginning to grow. Children were being born and welcomed with joy. Crops were planted and permanent homes being built, instead of temporary shelters . Now it was empty. No life anywhere. Not human or animal. Something had killed them all. They were finding bodies everywhere they went. The condition of the bodies, human and animal alike, made it clear, no disease did this. And no Wraith, few as there were left, either. Heads had been severed from bodies. Others run thru with something sharp, a bladed weapon of some sort. The type didn't matter to any of the dead. Knowing the type would help him identify the monsters that killed every man, woman, child and animal on this planet.
In his time in the Air Force, he'd seen combat. He'd seen death. He'd never seen complete and total destruction. Not like this. He did something he'd never done before. He turned and vomited into the nearby bush.
Rodney was sitting on the ground where his legs had given out beneath him, in shock and not coming out of it anytime soon.
Teyla was crying. Silent tears ran down her cheeks. These weren't her people. Didn't matter, they were still people she knew. People she'd care about.
Ronan wanted to tear into something or someone. Give him an enemy he could see and he'd kill them. The body of a child was near him. A child that would never grow up. Why? What madness caused this? Where was this enemy?
After a time, Colonel Sheppard returned to the Stargate and reported the condition of this world to Atlantis. Dr. Weir quietly acknowledged his report and ordered AG 1 to return. She sent Dr. Carson Beckett, along with Dr. Biro and their people to investigate. Had some sickness caused the people to go insane or had they been attacked?
Carson determined they'd been attacked. But more than that. They'd been murdered. There was no other word that fit what they found on that world. The people and animals had been murdered. Not slaughtered. A slaughter would happen if they'd been fired on from the sky and simply killed. No, these people had been killed up close and personal. Each and every one. The animals too. Their murderers must have sustained injuries themselves because both the people and the animals had clearly fought back. It hadn't been enough. They still died.
Dr. Weir asked for volunteers to help bury the dead. Every member of the expedition volunteered. They worked in shifts. A few hours at a time. They buried the people. There really wasn't anything they could do about the animals. A planetary scan showed, nothing on land or in the sky bigger then a bird that could be held in one's hand survived.
She contacted Earth to let them know. They ordered her to have her people keep an eye out for other worlds that this happened too. What else could they do? Without more information, there wasn't anything else they could do.
And then it happened again. And again. Worlds were dying and they had no leads. The people never made it to the Stargates to call for help. No description of the attackers yet existed.
And then they got a lead. One of the expedition members had left a camera behind accidentally after a visit to one world, while it was a still thriving world. Someone had found it. They managed a picture before they too were murdered. Finally this new enemy had a face. Humanoid, thickly built. Wearing armor. Greyish skin.
Dr. Weir made sure every member of the expedition saw it. Copies were sent to Earth in case these things, showed up in the Milky Way Galaxy.
And then one of the few surviving Wraith worlds was attacked. They fought back. They died too. Every last one. Queen, males, drones and every animal larger the what could fit in a person's hand. Murdered. No one was safe from this new threat.
The people of Pegasus were being Hunted once again. This time, apparently for no other reason then to kill them.
