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[Jul. 3rd, 2006|06:51 pm] |
Hive ships had attacked Atlantis before, and failed. One blast from Atlantis' defenses, and it was all over...
...if the hive ship was within range of Atlantis' weapons. And if the darts were bunched around the best-defended areas.
This time, the plan was different...the hive ship was out of range, the Darts had come through the Stargate closest to Atlantis and the pilots had gone into hibernation except for a few who'd stayed awake in case of emergency. And they weren't all heading straight for the heavily-armed city. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2006|11:58 pm] |
He was hungry, but he ignored that for now. He'd brought a few humans in stasis - perhaps he'd feed on one later. For now, there was work to be done...it had taken him months to sneak in past the sensors, establish a base where he wouldn't be detected, but he'd been watching for weeks now.
He had a source on the inside. An unwilling one, yes, but still helpful...and she tended to go over the events of the day in her head before falling asleep. It was, to borrow the expression her friends would use, almost as good as the six o'clock news.
And now...Wraith forces had engaged Ba'al in battle several times, and had taken one of his smaller ships. And one of his scientists. Several of their hives were now fully equipped with cloaking technology...and one had been on the way here for quite some time. It was almost within attack range now.
And Atlantis was unstable. Confrontations with Ba'al, deaths of various members of the expedition...the timing was almost right. As soon as everyone was distracted by a large enough crisis, the Wraith would strike... |
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