Dr Meredith Rodney McKay (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dr_rodney_mckay) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lostcity,@ 2008-03-18 20:31:00 |
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Wraith Calling
Who: McKay, Todd, Sheppard, Ronon, Beckett, Weir, Emmagan, Open!
What: Todd sends Atlantis a message
Where: Control Room
When: March 18, 2008 -- 07:20 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Who: McKay, Todd, Sheppard, Ronon, Beckett, Weir, Emmagan, Open!
What: Todd sends Atlantis a message
Where: Control Room
When: March 18, 2008 -- 07:20 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Rodney yawned and stretched as he waited for the diagnostic he was running on the 'Gate to finish. He was the only one in the control room at the moment, Chuck having gone to use the loo, when the computer announced an incoming wormhole. A moment later, they recieved SGA-7's IDC and a radio transmission.
"Atlantis, this is Captain Gero, do you read?" a calm voice said. Well good, it didn't sound like an emergency, even though that team had only left about twenty minutes ago ...
Rodney pulled up the image on the screen. "Ah, yeah, we read you, Gero. What's up?"
Gero's face was bland, but Rodney had the disticnt impression that the younger man was rolling his eyes mentally. "The people here say that a Wraith came recently and left a message for Colonel Sheppard. Didn't kill anybody, either -- in fact, he left them a sack of food, supposedly as payment for their cooperation. They say that they've talked to traders who have been to other worlds where a Wraith of the same description has done the same thing."
"Well, what's the message?" Rodney asked, curious -- and worried that it was Michael. With any luck, it was a wraith negotiating for the release of Schorin -- let him be someone else's problem.
Gero bit his lip. "The message is for Colonel Sheppard, sir."
Rodney rolled his eyes out loud. "Oh for pete's sake, Captain -- these villagers know the message, yes?"
Gero pursed his lips, then nodded. "They say this Wraith wants to propose an alliance of some kind, something to do with Dr Beckett's retrovirus. He said he would be back to see if we leave an answer. We choose the place and time to meet, and we should feel free to come as armed and in as many numbers as we wish -- and expect that he will do the same. His only condition is that Sheppard and Dr Beckett both be present."
Retrovirus? great, it probably was Michael. "Peachy. Stay on the line, Groening, and I'll get Sheppard in here."
"Gero, sir."
"What?"
"My name -- it's Gero, sir."
"Fine, fine," Mckay sighed, and turned away, tapping his radio. "Sheppard, I need you in the control room."
"Atlantis, this is Captain Gero, do you read?" a calm voice said. Well good, it didn't sound like an emergency, even though that team had only left about twenty minutes ago ...
Rodney pulled up the image on the screen. "Ah, yeah, we read you, Gero. What's up?"
Gero's face was bland, but Rodney had the disticnt impression that the younger man was rolling his eyes mentally. "The people here say that a Wraith came recently and left a message for Colonel Sheppard. Didn't kill anybody, either -- in fact, he left them a sack of food, supposedly as payment for their cooperation. They say that they've talked to traders who have been to other worlds where a Wraith of the same description has done the same thing."
"Well, what's the message?" Rodney asked, curious -- and worried that it was Michael. With any luck, it was a wraith negotiating for the release of Schorin -- let him be someone else's problem.
Gero bit his lip. "The message is for Colonel Sheppard, sir."
Rodney rolled his eyes out loud. "Oh for pete's sake, Captain -- these villagers know the message, yes?"
Gero pursed his lips, then nodded. "They say this Wraith wants to propose an alliance of some kind, something to do with Dr Beckett's retrovirus. He said he would be back to see if we leave an answer. We choose the place and time to meet, and we should feel free to come as armed and in as many numbers as we wish -- and expect that he will do the same. His only condition is that Sheppard and Dr Beckett both be present."
Retrovirus? great, it probably was Michael. "Peachy. Stay on the line, Groening, and I'll get Sheppard in here."
"Gero, sir."
"What?"
"My name -- it's Gero, sir."
"Fine, fine," Mckay sighed, and turned away, tapping his radio. "Sheppard, I need you in the control room."