Stargate Atlantis: The Chosen (Stargate Atlantis) by Whitelaw Sonny & Christensen Elizabeth

Author:Whitelaw, Sonny & Christensen, Elizabeth [Christensen, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fandemonium Ltd
Published: 2006-04-12T23:00:00+00:00

It seemed to Rodney that no place in the Citadel provided an an escape from the eye-watering odors. Currently his senses were battling against the stench of charred… Actually, it was something that he didn’t want to consider all that carefully. Unfortunately the public works building to which they’d been led was directly downwind from the ruined Enclave. A dank chamber with little open space and even less light, he had to admit that the building’s ambiance was a considerable improvement over their prior lodgings.

Spread out before them on a worktable was a detailed map, hand drawn on some massive animal’s skin. Against his will, Rodney’s mind catalogued the unknown smell as rancid, oily, and possibly related to aforementioned hide. Oh, for the salt-laden air of a balconied room in Atlantis.

Sheppard was talking tactics and strategies with Ushat, along with a handful of men whom the warrior had identified as city engineers.

When he’d first met the Major, Rodney had assumed the man’s ever-present composure to be a sign that not much was going on upstairs, so to speak. He’d long since learned better. In a situation such as this, a calm Major was a very good thing.

After a moment of studying the map, Sheppard said to Ushat, “Do you have any way of signaling the rest of your men inside the Citadel?”

“We have a system of signals using the Wraith horn,” replied the warrior leader.

“Assuming that most, if not all of the Chosen are dead, our first priority is to locate and protect everyone who has the ATA gene, or who’s received the gene therapy.”

The Dalerans’ faces blanked. Rodney suddenly had the urge to be ill. If Ushat learned that it had been Rodney’s idea to introduce the gene to all and sundry, he was a dead man. Of course, given their current situation, he was a dead man anyway. On the bright side, decapitation by axe would likely be less prolonged than having his life sucked out slowly by a Wraith. “Major,” Rodney uttered a warning through clenched teeth.

Chewing the inside of his lip, Sheppard glanced expectantly at Teyla. Great, now he was definitely a dead man.

“Kesun was correct,” Teyla explained. “Many of your people have inside of them what is called a gene, a small part of Dalera carried down through the generations. We brought with us from Atlantis a potion that when given to all would allow those who carry the gene to activate the Shields and the transport where once they could not.”

Could that woman talk, or what? The Dalerans crowded in the room murmured among themselves, greeting Teyla’s words with a sense of renewed purpose. Rodney was just about ready to kiss the Athosian’s graceful feet in gratitude—until Ushat’s gaze turned deadly. Fortunately, the warrior’s anger was directed elsewhere. “You stole this potion?” he snapped at Yann.

“Gat and Balzar decided that they deserved a place amidst the Chosen, and took it from us before we could use it,” Yann spat back.

Were they trying to give

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