Co-written with Cajun

Selen checked his bow and bantos rods before stepping into the room for talking, ( where he would be meeting with his team and Elizabeth concerning what they were doing today )

Written by Light, Cajun, and Taylor

Mitar tugged on the hem of the tac vest he was wearing, trying to adjust the fit, and shifted the P-90 he carried. ( Carrying weapons always filled him with a sense of foreboding. )

John left Elizabeth's office and headed back to the jumper bay where Fields and Hernandez were still waiting for him. "Okay, we've got the go-ahead. Let's make this quick, people ( Read more... )

Aiden pulled the travois into the clearing, eyes never stopping in their search for potential threats even as he moved forward. His eyes took in the signs of previous tracks, recent signs of other refugees, but he could see no one in the clearing ( Read more... )

As they made their way back to meet the rest of the team and check on the prisoners, Tim’s mind kept churning over the horrors they had witnessed in the other building. Where the largest energy signature had been located was some kind of experiment. He hadn’t the time to study it as long as he wanted, but it seem as though they were using human ( Read more... )

Tim was in the jumper bay doing a final check and inventory of his weapons, technology and the jumper itself. He didn’t  want any surprises while on the mission considering they were already going in some what blind. Tim’s conversation with Parrish got him thinking about the folks on his team, in terms of people being involved,  and he hoped that ( Read more... )

With a sigh, Rodney dropped down into his chair. After Radek was gone, he'd been waiting for about two hours for the diagnosis programme to finish, then he'd spend two hours on his back under the DHD console, checking every single cable to verify the results of the first diagnosis with a scanner in one hand and an Ancient tool in the other to fix ( Read more... )

Carson sat in the lab examining his findings again. Mouse trials might be in order, but he was having a hard time thinking. He'd dialed Atlantis again earlier in the day, but the nothingness was the same. It filled him with dread and he wasn't able to shake the feeling that something truly awful had happened. Jerry was getting more and more distant ( Read more... )

He'd been sitting there for a long time, staring at the bloody silent thing. A week. It had been a week since they'd been able to contact Atlantis and not so much as a flicker of connection since the wormhole collapsed at their last contact.

( Carson huddled on the bench, his arms wrapped around himself. )