GALACTIC CENTER - CORUSCANT - UNDERCITY
You can't do this. The others will never allow it. The female in the far corner struggled to keep her head upright. Some form of unseen device kept her suspended upside down in the air. Her back was on some kind of mesh great, with nothing but darkness beyond. Her clothes were brown, torn and sullied. Though it was clear that they had once been the purest white before her torture had begun. Anubis merely sat in his throne observing her.
Not only that. Your plan here is folly. Palpatine will betray you as soon as he's done with you, you don't think he has the power to be rid off you? Him and that apprentice of his.Anubis waved a hand and the force pulling the prisoner towards the grid increased. She groaned in pain before with another wave of his hand the power decreased. "The others are not going to act. You know this as well as I do, they cannot without breaking their own rules. They do not even exist in this reality, how else do you think I managed to force you back to a corporeal form? I could have brought you all the way but now you're almost like me."
You were a child once. Innocent, loving, caring. Do you even remember those times Akil? Or is the boy truly gone? The boy I helped ascend to try and free his soul from the demon that possessed him."You never knew the boy. Only the God."
U S A F D A E D A L U S
Col.S.Caldwell Presiding - Hyperspace - En Route to Lantea
The Daedalus carved its way through subspace. Gliding effortlessly between the Stars. Ship and crew had been aboard for three weeks, that was the time it took to get from Earth to Atlantis. Atlantis personnel took the trip for granted but by the time Steven Caldwell's crew arrived at Atlantis they were bored and fatigued. A bad combination, which always resulted in a day of R&R on Atlantis base before whatever mission Weir had planned for them. Things would be a lot easier once the Apollo was finished, the fourth BC-304 between the two of them the theory was that Atlantis would have a constant presence in case of attack or solely if there was a job needing done. "Marks."
"Sir?"
"Run a full engine diagnostic the moment we drop out of hyperspace-" This was their last trip with their resident Asgard Hermiod. Apparently, the high council wanted him back on Hala. Part of him had wanted the mission to deliver Hermiod there himself, it felt poetic having the ship he had been on for the past two and a half years to be the one to take him home. Instead, SG-1 and the Odyssey were getting that mission. Word around the water cooler was that General Landry was going to get involved himself. No matter the case, he had Hermoid for another two months maximum, that was an asset he wasn't going to waste. "-Any discrepancies or fluctuation in power and I want the system checked."
Marks nodded as he relayed the instructions through the terminal. A small smirk crossed his face as he pictured the incomprehensible mutterings of the Asgard as he complained under his breath. Steven stood up out of his command chair as he walked to the main viewport just as the black haired figure of Lt.Colonel Sheppard walked in. Hair as dishevelled as ever, he wore the standard outfit of Atlantis Security personnel, jacket open with the red shirt of command staff underneath. Steven nodded acknowledging the other man. They had their differences in the past, and no doubt they would continue to do so. Despite this, there was a mutual respect that the two occasionally pretended didn't exist. "Are we there yet?
The window in front of them flashed as they reverted into real space above Lantea. There was a flash of light as Sheppard tapped his earpiece. "Atlantis, this is Sheppard. You miss us?" Steven turned to face him, tapping Sheppard's shoulder.
"It's gone."
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