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Ronan nodded and smirked as the smoking armour wielding old man spoke. That was the kind of methodology he could get behind. It was simple, to the point. Give him somewhere to point his gun at and he knew what he was doing, this diplomacy wasn't at all for him. He was more concerned with these Zerg creatures. The more time went on the more similarities that this species had with the Wraith were made public. They could end the threat here and now, the problem could soon be sorted if they all banded together. Wipe them out, then they could deal with this whole out of universe thing. He knew better than to say it though, but he was damn well thinking it.

Sheppard looked at McKay, who looked at Teyla. This wasn't really his area of expertise, this is what Weir was for. She was the diplomat, the one who could talk down anyone and make an alliance with her eyes closed. 

"Look. Fight the Empire, don't fight the Empire. I feel like the important thing is we can't stay here. Eventually, we'll need food and fuel. These aren't things we can't find out here. I understand we're all hesitant to trust each other, hell Teyla and Ronan have lived under the oppression of a species called the Wraith for all their lives and their people for generations. Me and McKay come from a world that arrived late on the galactic scene but more often than not the new races we come across aren't too friendly."

McKay then chimed in. "Need I point out we were all subject to the same anomaly to bring us all here. Sensor readings confirm that, and I'm sure all your sensors confirm that. Now I don't know about any of you but I'm arguably the best scientist from where I come from, but even I'm going to need help to solve this one. If anyone here wants to get home, then we should atleast stick together. Preferably without crossing a galactic superpower."