Pegasus Galaxy, Wednesday Fandom-Time
Ronon jerked awake in the dark, his ankles and wrists bound tightly to a chair. "TEYLA!" He cried out her name, remembering that they'd been together before an explosion knocked him out. A figure stepped out of the shadows in front of him. "Tyre." Ronon knew that Wraith worshiping scum's face immediately. He was not the Satedan Ronon had known so many years ago. "Where's Teyla?"
"I left her back on the planet. Don't worry, she's fine. You know I wouldn't hurt her," Tyre replied calmly.
Ronon struggled against the chains that held him to the chair. "Do I?" He had no reason to trust anything Tyre said.
"I accept the fact that you no longer trust me, but I'm hoping that will change in time." Tyre leaned forward into the light, showing a face worn by exhaustion and eyes lined with dark rings. "Sateda is gone. We're the last of our kind, Ronon. We're brothers, not enemies."
"We're brothers? So I should just forgive you for setting me up?" No, Ronon had not forgotten that little stunt. He'd nearly left Atlantis only to find his friends just wanted to use him to get to Atlantis.
"If you had just listened to reason, things could have been different. Ara and Rakai would still be alive and we'd all be working together again."
Ronon spat his words back at Tyre, "As Wraith worshipers and traitors to the memory of Sateda? Hell, no!"
"Of course not. I see that now. You're blinded by the past; lied to by your so-called friends on Atlantis. But I still have faith in you, old friend. You just need to open your eyes to the truth."
Ronon just needed out of these restraints. Then Ronon could talk about the truth of the situation with his fists. "All right. Just untie me and I'll listen to what you have to say."
Tyre laughed, "Would that be before or after you try to beat me unconscious?"
"I don't know. You choose. Or I could just surprise you," Ronon's teeth showed in his smile, his eyes flashing with anger.
"I don't doubt it." Tyre picked up a cup to drink, but his hands started shaking so violently he couldn't get it to his mouth.
Not that Ronon cared, but it could mean something for his imprisonment here, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not well," Tyre gave up trying to drink. "But I've been worse. Do you know where we are?" Ronon shook his head once in response. "You remember Sarif Sur, don't you?"
"Yeah, you almost died on that run," Ronon remembered.
"We both nearly died because you refused to leave me behind. You risked your life to save me." Tyre moved closer to Ronon and took a pendant from around his own neck, holding it up, his hands still shaking. "Today I return the favor."
Hours later, Ronon still didn't know what was up with the necklace. But he could watch Tyre stumble around the room and wonder what the hell was going to happen next. "Look at you. You can barely walk. Let me get you some help."
Tyre slumped into a chair. "I'm beyond your help."
"So why're you doing it? What did they do to you?" Of course he meant the Wraith.
"At this point, it's not so much what they did to me as what they aren't doing to me."
"Keeping you alive? Reverse-feeding or whatever the hell it's called?" Given how much Ronon hated the Wraith, the way he felt about Wraith worshipers was unimaginable.
"It's hard to describe. The sense of euphoria it offers is..."
When Tyre trailed off, Ronon scoffed and filled in the blanks, "You became addicted to it."
"You can't understand unless you've experienced it yourself. It was a gift! One that was denied me after I allowed you and your friends to escape us."
If there were people Ronon knew, it was the docs on Atlantis. "Hey, free me and I'll get you some help. I promise."
"Help is already on the way, for both of us."
Ronon couldn't help sensing the menace in Tyre's words. "What's that mean?" It was then that he heard the footsteps approaching. "What the hell did you do?"
Two large, masked Wraith guards entered the room followed by a male Wraith, his lips drawn in a sneer.
Tyre smiled, "I've saved us."
The Wraith stopped in front of Ronon and spoke. "Ronon Dex. I looked forward to the day when you would finally serve me."
"Well, then, I'm gonna feel real bad disappointing you." Only not at all bad.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll try, but in the end, you'll come around," the Wraith told him, slamming his hand hard against Ronon's chest and beginning to feed as Ronon screamed.
Within seconds, Ronon aged more than fifty years, feeling the pain and suffering of having the life ripped out of him. Almost as quickly as his life was taken, he felt the blossom of returning energy and receding pain as the Wraith fed Ronon's strength back into his being. The Wraith pulled its hand away and Ronon gasped in exhaustion.
"How does it feel to have your life stolen? To be pushed so close to the darkness, only to be pulled back from the brink? From what I understand, it's a magnificent sensation." The Wraith sounded pleased. Ronon wouldn't let that last.
"To be honest, I've felt better," Ronon replied, grinning with contempt.
"Defy me all you want. Your fellow Satedans were no different. Like them, you will eventually submit."
None of his students had ever suffered the glare Ronon fixed on the Wraith, "I'll die before I submit."
"No. You won't." As it spoke, the Wraith slammed its hand once again onto Ronon's chest and began to feed. The Wraith had a love for dramatics.
[NFB, NFI, DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN! Dialogue stolen from SGA 5.3 Broken Ties, aka the only Ronon ep of S5.]
"I left her back on the planet. Don't worry, she's fine. You know I wouldn't hurt her," Tyre replied calmly.
Ronon struggled against the chains that held him to the chair. "Do I?" He had no reason to trust anything Tyre said.
"I accept the fact that you no longer trust me, but I'm hoping that will change in time." Tyre leaned forward into the light, showing a face worn by exhaustion and eyes lined with dark rings. "Sateda is gone. We're the last of our kind, Ronon. We're brothers, not enemies."
"We're brothers? So I should just forgive you for setting me up?" No, Ronon had not forgotten that little stunt. He'd nearly left Atlantis only to find his friends just wanted to use him to get to Atlantis.
"If you had just listened to reason, things could have been different. Ara and Rakai would still be alive and we'd all be working together again."
Ronon spat his words back at Tyre, "As Wraith worshipers and traitors to the memory of Sateda? Hell, no!"
"Of course not. I see that now. You're blinded by the past; lied to by your so-called friends on Atlantis. But I still have faith in you, old friend. You just need to open your eyes to the truth."
Ronon just needed out of these restraints. Then Ronon could talk about the truth of the situation with his fists. "All right. Just untie me and I'll listen to what you have to say."
Tyre laughed, "Would that be before or after you try to beat me unconscious?"
"I don't know. You choose. Or I could just surprise you," Ronon's teeth showed in his smile, his eyes flashing with anger.
"I don't doubt it." Tyre picked up a cup to drink, but his hands started shaking so violently he couldn't get it to his mouth.
Not that Ronon cared, but it could mean something for his imprisonment here, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not well," Tyre gave up trying to drink. "But I've been worse. Do you know where we are?" Ronon shook his head once in response. "You remember Sarif Sur, don't you?"
"Yeah, you almost died on that run," Ronon remembered.
"We both nearly died because you refused to leave me behind. You risked your life to save me." Tyre moved closer to Ronon and took a pendant from around his own neck, holding it up, his hands still shaking. "Today I return the favor."
Hours later, Ronon still didn't know what was up with the necklace. But he could watch Tyre stumble around the room and wonder what the hell was going to happen next. "Look at you. You can barely walk. Let me get you some help."
Tyre slumped into a chair. "I'm beyond your help."
"So why're you doing it? What did they do to you?" Of course he meant the Wraith.
"At this point, it's not so much what they did to me as what they aren't doing to me."
"Keeping you alive? Reverse-feeding or whatever the hell it's called?" Given how much Ronon hated the Wraith, the way he felt about Wraith worshipers was unimaginable.
"It's hard to describe. The sense of euphoria it offers is..."
When Tyre trailed off, Ronon scoffed and filled in the blanks, "You became addicted to it."
"You can't understand unless you've experienced it yourself. It was a gift! One that was denied me after I allowed you and your friends to escape us."
If there were people Ronon knew, it was the docs on Atlantis. "Hey, free me and I'll get you some help. I promise."
"Help is already on the way, for both of us."
Ronon couldn't help sensing the menace in Tyre's words. "What's that mean?" It was then that he heard the footsteps approaching. "What the hell did you do?"
Two large, masked Wraith guards entered the room followed by a male Wraith, his lips drawn in a sneer.
Tyre smiled, "I've saved us."
The Wraith stopped in front of Ronon and spoke. "Ronon Dex. I looked forward to the day when you would finally serve me."
"Well, then, I'm gonna feel real bad disappointing you." Only not at all bad.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll try, but in the end, you'll come around," the Wraith told him, slamming his hand hard against Ronon's chest and beginning to feed as Ronon screamed.
Within seconds, Ronon aged more than fifty years, feeling the pain and suffering of having the life ripped out of him. Almost as quickly as his life was taken, he felt the blossom of returning energy and receding pain as the Wraith fed Ronon's strength back into his being. The Wraith pulled its hand away and Ronon gasped in exhaustion.
"How does it feel to have your life stolen? To be pushed so close to the darkness, only to be pulled back from the brink? From what I understand, it's a magnificent sensation." The Wraith sounded pleased. Ronon wouldn't let that last.
"To be honest, I've felt better," Ronon replied, grinning with contempt.
"Defy me all you want. Your fellow Satedans were no different. Like them, you will eventually submit."
None of his students had ever suffered the glare Ronon fixed on the Wraith, "I'll die before I submit."
"No. You won't." As it spoke, the Wraith slammed its hand once again onto Ronon's chest and began to feed. The Wraith had a love for dramatics.
[NFB, NFI, DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN! Dialogue stolen from SGA 5.3 Broken Ties, aka the only Ronon ep of S5.]