The first Qaddisin
Who: Sitael, Teyla, John, any other joiners?
What: Sitael's enterance to Atlantis
When: March 23rd, 2008
Where: Atlantis Stargate
Rating/Warning: Unknown, for the moment.
"Send message if all is well... I'll make sure the parties don't find out. Good luck." A hand was set on the fourty-Qaddisin-year-old's shoulder. She gave a light smile, one that reached her eyes, making her whole face light up. It was the least she could do for her twin. The male, only slightly bigger, pulled her into a hug. Seehiah didn't agree with his sister over most things, but he still supported her. This was no different.
"Seehiah, I don't need luck. I've got skill." The woman smirked, turning her back to her brother. Sitael Methattron-Phaleg was tall for her people, standing a whole five-feet, four-inches, and realitively thin, weighing in a whole one-hundred-ten pounds. Her narrow frame looked weaker then it was, it looked like pale-white skin stretched over a thin layer of muscle and bone, fat in all the right places. It belied her speed though. Sitael wasn't strong, but she was fast, and that more then made up for it. With a deep breath, she stepped through the portal, her team following close behind her. All the men had their hair realitively short, and her's, only shoulder length, was braided back tightly, strands falling into her eyes and face, accenuating her dark eyes. She stood in Atlantis, hands held up as a sign of peace, wearing her military gear.
A black jacket bearing many pockets with zippers and the like covered a white tank-top, dog tag dangling around her neck. Simple black pants hung from her waist, held up by her belt. She appeared to have no weapons, at first glance. At a second, one would realize under the jacket sleeves were two 'cuffs', going from her wrists to her elbows, concealing blades. She stood silent, waiting to see if these people would speak the same language as they had on the planet on which they had first made contact. She wasn't one to assume in the manners of alien people. Nor was she one to go against the norm of a foreign place. Changing cultures was not in her cards. She did not interfere, mostly due to the worry that her government would find out. A government that did not support the exploration of worlds through the stargate. No risks to alert the wraith, they believed, could ever be taken; no exploration. No leaving the limited Qaddisin worlds.
What: Sitael's enterance to Atlantis
When: March 23rd, 2008
Where: Atlantis Stargate
Rating/Warning: Unknown, for the moment.
"Send message if all is well... I'll make sure the parties don't find out. Good luck." A hand was set on the fourty-Qaddisin-year-old's shoulder. She gave a light smile, one that reached her eyes, making her whole face light up. It was the least she could do for her twin. The male, only slightly bigger, pulled her into a hug. Seehiah didn't agree with his sister over most things, but he still supported her. This was no different.
"Seehiah, I don't need luck. I've got skill." The woman smirked, turning her back to her brother. Sitael Methattron-Phaleg was tall for her people, standing a whole five-feet, four-inches, and realitively thin, weighing in a whole one-hundred-ten pounds. Her narrow frame looked weaker then it was, it looked like pale-white skin stretched over a thin layer of muscle and bone, fat in all the right places. It belied her speed though. Sitael wasn't strong, but she was fast, and that more then made up for it. With a deep breath, she stepped through the portal, her team following close behind her. All the men had their hair realitively short, and her's, only shoulder length, was braided back tightly, strands falling into her eyes and face, accenuating her dark eyes. She stood in Atlantis, hands held up as a sign of peace, wearing her military gear.
A black jacket bearing many pockets with zippers and the like covered a white tank-top, dog tag dangling around her neck. Simple black pants hung from her waist, held up by her belt. She appeared to have no weapons, at first glance. At a second, one would realize under the jacket sleeves were two 'cuffs', going from her wrists to her elbows, concealing blades. She stood silent, waiting to see if these people would speak the same language as they had on the planet on which they had first made contact. She wasn't one to assume in the manners of alien people. Nor was she one to go against the norm of a foreign place. Changing cultures was not in her cards. She did not interfere, mostly due to the worry that her government would find out. A government that did not support the exploration of worlds through the stargate. No risks to alert the wraith, they believed, could ever be taken; no exploration. No leaving the limited Qaddisin worlds.