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Stargate Atlantis: Origins - Episode IIEpisode II: TruceStargate Atlantis: Origins - Episode II by aoiumikitsune
Lor’shaska roused from slumber with a sudden jolt. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her body. Where was she? This was not her bed chambers! Scanning the area, she groaned at the stiffness of her body. Sleeping against a concrete wall was not the best for posture. Her heart rate quickened at the unfamiliar surroundings and noise. It took a moment for the events of the previous night to resurface in her mind. Mentally scolding herself for falling asleep, she noticed her brother was still gone. The guards had not returned him during the night. Silently saying a prayer for his safety, Lor’shaska rubbed the back of her neck.
The reason Ali’quedians had survived for so long were three simple rules. The first rule was to never betray the people; never expose the secrets. There were seven different tribes on her planet. All of the clans pertained to their particular element; water, fire, wind, earth, twilight, lightning, and metal. Each respected the oth
Stargate Atlantis: Origins - Episode IEpisode I: Enemy of My EnemyStargate Atlantis: Origins - Episode I by aoiumikitsune
These people did not understand the purpose of reasoning! This was infuriating! A discussion with their leader was next to impossible. The man did not listen and only spoke rather forcefully and blunt. Was force the only tactic available to them? If this was true, it was probably smart to throw out logic and common sense as well. Dealing with a military society was certainly not an easy task. Pushing and shoving seemed to be a rather common occurrence. When word of this harsh treatment reached home, it would not be taken lightly.
“Get in there!” The Genii soldier forcefully shoved the two prisoners into the cell and said, “And you might want to teach that smart-mouthed brother of yours some manners.”
“Touch my sister again and I’ll see to it personally that your hands are removed!” The captive scowled darkly as he rubbed at his busted lip.
“Now, now, I am sorry for the rough handling, Lor’shaska, Wysen