Chapter 21 The Battle
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis.
Contains spoilers for Season 4 and violence.
Flying through the clouds, the Jumper reached the upper level of the atmosphere, heading to the space. The rising Sun lit the silver surface of the ship making it glistened as a jewel against the dark background of the Hive. Entering in the opened bay doors, the Jumper was escorted by two Darts to an empty platform where it landed.
Inside the ship, Miranda released the controls and with a mental command shut off the computer’s systems, giving an order the Jumper to be sealed when she gets out of it. The front window glass of the Jumper remained polarized, reflecting everything in the cabin. She got up from the pilot’s seat and with a last look towards the mirror surface of the front view screen, walked to the hatch.
‘At least I look better than the last time we saw each other’, she thought, stretching the gray jacket of her parade uniform. The blue strips on the shoulders and sleeves were in harmony with her eyes. The low necklace revealing a lot of her white skin. She has put a little make-up over her pale face, combing her strait hair till it was shining as a golden coin, flowing down her shoulders and mid back. The emergency lights in the cabin were giving the blonde clusters copper lustre.
The Jumper’s exit opened and she stepped ahead on the organic surface of the Hive.
Three feet away was a lone Wraith Commander, standing on the edge of the platform. If it wasn’t for his white hair he would be almost invisible in the dark, outside the light.
But not for her. In his presence the darkness around was as bright as the shiniest room in Atlantis.
Miranda could sense his presence like thousands lit candles. The Wraith moved and for an instant he was by her side. In the dimly light his eyes were shining like a melting gold.
Their minds merged; whirling in a vortex of passion, so powerful that she has a feeling the whole Galaxy could hear them. To see him again was overwhelming. She plunged her hand over his cheek, then his lips, enjoying the forgotten feeling of touching him.
He gently caught her hand and their fingers met. His thought flew into her head,
He raised their hands and whispered aloud, “I am very pleased to see you”
She tightened the hold around his hand, “I can see that” he threw her a look full with emotions and hidden hope that burst into flames of pleasure, when she uttered, “Because I am too”.
They stood still for a long moment, holding hands, with locked eyes. He fondled the palm of her hand without moving away his golden eyes from hers. Then he stepped closer and to her amazement embraced her. Their bodies touched, she could feel his coat and chest armor against her chest. The explosion of desire was fired by the first time their bodies met so closely. Her arms clasped around his back and she rested her head on his shoulder. Alarick gently stroked her hair, sliding his other arm down her back. Her mouth caressed his ear with its warm breath,
“I thought the Wraith don’t do it”. He released the hold and eyed her inquiringly,
“I mean the Wraith don’t hug each other”, she explained.
He gave her a naughty smile, “That is not the one thing that we are most famous with.”
She slid the fingers of her other hand over his eyelid’s tattoo dawn his cheek, brushing against his lips,
“Come, we have a little time”
Alarick sighed and releasing her hand, just nodded,
“As you wish”
She plunged a look at him. The leather uniform of the Second in Command emphasized his handsome figure. The silver symbols on his chest glistened between the clusters of his silky hair. Suppressing the need to touch his lovely hair, she concentrated into the conversation with the Queen. They were both seated on the same organic chairs as the first time they had a … talk. Miranda was quite impressed with the fairy purple dress of the Wraith. ‘They really have a fashion style’. The other female long hair was in an intricate hair-do with a lot of purple and yellow ribbons.
He was standing up like the other two high ranking officers in the room.
“So in order to keep my promise to you and your Hive I came with that plan”, finished her statement Miranda and looked at the silent Queen. The female Wraith gave a low snort of approval,
“Very well”, her smile was one of the little genuine smiles he has ever seen on a Wraith face, “Then we must proceed with your plan as fast as possible. Although there is a little inconvenience in it. After an hour the other Hive will arrive here and that is not enough time for you to provide feeding for every Wraith on that ship” Despite the words, the Queen’s voice didn’t sound accusing.
Miranda sighed, “I know but I will try to find an excuse to come again … “She stopped talking when she noticed the faintly smile of the Queen, “You have something better in mind?”
“Actually I have”, confirmed her speculation the Wraith, “I can feed upon you and absorb the full capacity of my body with nourishment. Then when we are not in a rush of time I will distribute it among my crew”
“But…”, Miranda was struck with the image that idea brought in her mind, “the quantity for five thousand Wraith is enormous, are you sure you could do that? I know that the last time you fed upon me you took more than an average male Wraith but so much…? ”, she glared doubtfully at the Queen.
“I can”, said the Queen”As your medical scientists know from the previous encounters with the Hive’s Queen that betrayed you, my kind is very resilient, especially the females. What they don’t know is that when we produce new warriors for the Hive we must feed upon hundreds even thousands of humans in order to provide the energy needed for the procreation. It is a feature that has come during the evolution of our species”
Miranda watched as the Queen graciously got up and walked towards her. When she was a foot away, she extended her right hand and gently put it on the Lantean’ naked collar-bone. The sucking sound was like an ocean storm in Miranda’s mind. Wave after wave thundered in her, a pure bliss of rapture flashing through her body. ‘The Queen’s enzyme must be more powerful then that of the male Wraith’, she tried to analyze the feeling. She was dimly aware that the female Wraith was holding her shoulder with her other hand, but in a state of bliss nothing really matters. Miranda was clutching the arm-rests of the chair so strong that she was has a feeling the organic material will be compressed to a jelly when the feeding ended.
Lifting her eyes up, she noticed that the Queen’s eyes were closed and her face twisted in the ecstasy of feeding, ‘Oh, my… I am not the only one feeling great’.
She reverted her sight to Alarick and for a moment wished him to be the Wraith feeding on her. He eyed her with glazed golden eyes and Miranda realized that with the strong telepathic abilities of the Wraith, he can feel like his own the waves of pleasure emanating from her mind.
Hours later for her or what were only forty minutes in the real world outside her mind, the feeding stopped and the Queen stepped aside.
Releasing the almost deformed from squeezing arm-rests of her chair, Miranda took a deep breath, trying to find that part of her brain responsible for talking,
“That was cool!”
Blinking in an attempt to focus she looked at the Queen,
“Did you take enough for providing your Hive with sustenance?”, she asked pulling with trembling hands a handkerchief from her pocket.
The Queen was shining with vitality; her voice vibrating with the influx of energy,
“Definitely”, the toothy grin was full with satisfaction.
With every breath, Miranda was more in control of her body. When she finished the wiping of the blood on her chest, her hands were calm again.
‘Every time I meet a Wraith I am learning something new. Who would know that a Queen could absorb as much sustenance as to feed her Hive?’
The sensor’s view screen showed how Atlantis slowly disappeared from a view.
‘The cloak is engaged’.
The Queen was in her Throne Room ready to look royally when she will have to speak with the Queen of the other Hive. According to Alarick it was uncertain in which territory is Atlantis now after that sector of the Galaxy was a disputed territory amongst several Hives. Some of the Hives have Queens that will have the right to speak with his Queen, while the others haven’t and their leaders will have to negotiate with the First in Command.
Miranda and Alarick were in the Command Hall. He was managing one of the consoles outside of the range of the main screen, while the First in Command of the Hive was standing directly against the main data screen. The tall Wraith, Miranda had seen during the conversation with the Queen, was looking quite formidable. ‘I have a feeling this Wraith doesn’t like me’, she thought remembering the hidden contempt in his eyes when the Queen has left.
‘Oh, he doesn’t like anybody. It is not your fault’, a known voice sounded in her head.
‘Alarick!’, although she was surprised by his intrusion, she wasn’t angry, ‘Have you ever heard the concept of personal space?’, she pretended to be angry but with him that wasn’t possible.
His mental chuckles filled her, ‘I have. But thanks to the link we share, I can easily feel your thoughts, as you can mine.’ His memory of the shared pleasure they have felt during the recent feeding flew into her mind, ‘And your mental barriers are not so strong towards me, as against other Wraith’
‘Oh, really?’, teased Miranda, reaching out through the link and touched him there, sensing how he shuddered with the rapture of the touch. For a moment his firmly façade of a fearless Wraith Commander was shattered by an expression of delight. Only one of the lower ranking technicians standing on the console opposite, noticed the moment of non-so Wraith behavior of his Second in Command. The other Wraith just threw her an odd stare and went on with his work. The First in Command, busy with ignoring her, didn’t notice anything.
Recovering from the surprise, Alarick playfully retorted, ‘Is this an invitation?’
Before she could respond to that challenge a hyperspace window opened and a Hive ship emerged, heading straight to the planet and her Hive. Immediately the flirt was suspended and they both concentrated on the incoming signal. A male Wraith appeared on the view screen, speaking out loud,
“You have entered in our territory, uninvited!”, the anger in his voice was visible.
The First in Command responded coldly, “My Hive will travel wherever the Queen wants!”
The other Wraith hissed in rage and the communication ended.
‘What was that?’, asked Miranda.
‘Just another display of the First in Command’s lack of diplomacy. Why did he have to put his finger in that wound?’, answered Alarick manhandling the controls.
‘What?!’, she still didn’t understand what was all that about. He eyed her for a second, ‘Did you remember when I told you about how Dick’, a true venom mixed with jeer emerged in his mind when he mentioned the Wraith King, ’has attempted to capture a Queen in his war?’
‘Yes’, she said, still unsure what Dick’s battles has anything to do with that.
‘Well, this Wraith you saw was First in Command of one of the Queens that has committed suicide when Dick tried to capture her. He has been on another ship and all he could do has been to watch helplessly how his Hive with his Queen explodes’, his words were like glowing nails, scratching against his sense of justice.
The First in Command turned to Alarick and gave an impatient snort. She could feel his agitation but also the feel of wrongness, coming from her Wraith. She read his thoughts, ‘He gave you command to fire first?!’, she couldn’t believed it but his answer confirmed it, ‘Yes, unprovoked!’
Suddenly the data on the screens changed, blinking in red. A loud sound echoed in the Command Centre, ‘They are powering their weapons!’, Alarick’ thought resounded into her head.
‘Oh, no! If Woolsey decided this is a violation of the truce he will order Sheppard to fire drones!’, Miranda panicked, ‘I hope Carter will be able to hold him till the battle ends!’
The Hives started firing at each other till eventually the enemy Hive’s hull gave up. The explosion was huge. Simultaneously with the coming shockwaves from the Hive the Jumpers rematerialized and their shields protected their Hive from the destruction that was otherwise inevitable.
She turned to the First in Command. The Wraith was standing there, looking smug. With a nod to his Second in Command and a reluctant stare at her, he headed to the door, leaving the brig to the other officers.
Miranda felt something she hasn’t experienced since her dealings with Lort – the idiotic mercenary that enjoyed harming her and the others just for the pleasure of doing it. She felt hatred. A pure, white hot hatred,
“Bastard!”, she said aloud.
Alarick silenty agreed with her.
A few minutes later, looking at the shards left from the rival Hive, Miranda realized something. ‘There were only two Hives and I saw three. The vision Davos gave me was not the one of that battle.’
She glanced at Alarick. Her Wraith was towering over the console, with gleaming eyes and an aura of handsomeness around him. He sensed her eyes on him and gave her a warm mind touch, keeping on his face the mask of a stoic Second of Command. Unsuspecting about her thoughts his attention was diverted by another officer coming with a data tablet, ‘No matter when or what this vision is, I will find a way to prevent that fate for him and …’, she looked around the Control Room at the many Wraith officers storming in the hall, ‘our Hive’.
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