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The Great Escape
Title: THE SPECIALIST
Author: Lacenire
Date: 11/19/05
Part:1
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Morwen (OC)
Archiving: Wraithbait.com
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,873
Disclaimers:
I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.
Summary:
Ronon Dex tries to look up old friends, but is once more captured by the Wraith and taken to a Hive ship where he meets a ghost from his past.
******THE GREAT ESCAPE******
Ronon lay contemplating the past months since he had been liberated from a life of Running by the Atlanteans. As Ronon reflected on the extent to which his life had changed, he groggily realized that he was not in his room on Atlantis but on a Hive ship. Suddenly he recalled that he had once more been picked up by a Wraith Dart while on a routine visit to Arsimia…
It had been Ronon’s intention to look up some old friends he had made before he had become a runner seven years ago. After getting clearance from Colonel Sheppard for some down-time, he packed an over-night bag and headed through the Gate for the planet Arsimia. Unfortunately, as he stepped through the Gate on the other side, the wraith transport beam had captured him.
As Ronon regained full consciousness, he looked around at his surroundings. From the design of the quarters, he surmised that he had already been transferred to a Hive ship. He noted that the holding cell contained about twenty other inmates, non of whom he recognized.
As Ronon continued to scan the faces of the captives, he realized that a figure crouching in the shadows was examining him. Immediately his full attention was captured by the mysterious figure. He tried to pierce the gloom, but to no avail.
“Show yourself!” he commanded.
Several persons in the crowd jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice, and jerkily moved away from him. Slowly, with a panther’s grace, the figure uncoiled and emerged from the shadows. Ronon could not stop his surprised reaction upon recognition that the figure was a young woman from his past.
“Morwen! Is it really you?” stepping forward, Ronon closed the distance between them and reached out to hold her arm as if seeking further verification that his eyes were not lying.
“Ronon Dex…….I’m surprised you even remember my name, considering you left me to die on Sateda!” the cutting remark was followed with a stinging slap to Ronon’s offending hand and a punch to his gut that had him doubling over and gasping for air.
“How dare you act as if nothing has happened, as if you hadn’t disappeared for seven years!”
“Morwen…...” Ronon began after finally catching his breath.
“I was captured and made into a Runner. I’ve only recently had the tracking device removed from my back. I never knew anyone had survived that last major attack. I never knew you had survived or else I would have found you sooner. I swear!”
The last words of Ronon’s impassioned pleas were spoken softly, soothingly. Morwen was forced to remember what the nature of their relationship had been, seven years ago. It was impossible to forget Ronon. Her body instantly responded to his deep baritone voice and caressing tones.
“Liar!” she cried, rejecting him and the desire he ignited in her.
“Morw…..”
“Shut up!..…Just shut up! I don’t want to hear anymore of your lies! It’s as Kell said, you betrayed our People to save yourself.”
“Kell told you I betrayed Sateda? Morwen……Kell was the traitor. I executed him for his crimes and the thousands of people he caused to be murdered. Trust me Morwen, I speak the truth!”
Morwen stared at Ronon defiantly, rejecting his version of the truth, but before she could respond further, the sounds of approaching footsteps were heard. The Wraith guards were returning.
“Our argument can wait, right now we have to get out of here before we become Wraith fodder.” having stated this Ronon moved into the shadows to one side of the door, and crouched…….waiting.
Morwen instantly understood his intention, and moved to the other side of the door, where she too crouched awaiting the wraith.
They did not have long to wait before two wraith appeared. In typical Wraith arrogance, they did not note the positions of their captives. They simply deactivated the door locks and stepped into the cell, beckoning two captives forward as they entered.
Instantly Ronon sprang forward like a leaping tiger, and in a whirl of motion he had disarmed the nearest wraith and broken it’s neck with the deadly precision of a trained killer. There was a flurry of action next to him as Morwen jumped out at the other wraith guard who had turned to level his stunner at the attacking Ronon.
It had been a long time since Ronon had seen another Satedan in action, and he was once more amazed to see Specialist Morwen Sato’s ferocity. She pounced on the wraith and slit it’s throat with a small piece of metal that looked like it belonged as ornamentation to her garb. It was then that Ronon noticed that Morwen’s left breast was exposed.
Staring at Morwen perfect breast, Ronon realized that the object she had used to silence the guard was in fact the clasp that held the shoulders of her top together. Morwen had always been ingenious at finding ways to hide weapons upon herself, and apparently she retained that talent.
As Ronon stood in wonderment, Morwen crouched down to expertly break the neck of the wraith that still writhed at her feet, struggling to breathe through it’s cut throat. She looked up then and saw him looking at her in admiration and as their eyes met she recognized the fire of lust beginning to grow once more. Slyly, she remained crouching and angled her body towards him so that her exposed breast was even more visible. She stared back at him with an invitation that was difficult to resist.
“Would you like to fuck me? Right here, right now?” was the innocent sounding invitation, delivered as she caressed the exposed breast.
Ronon felt his loins tightening as she unabashedly dared him to approach her and take her right there. She reminded him of a creature Sheppard had told him about once. A ‘Mantis’ or some such name he had called it. Apparently the female was known to rip off the head of the male and feed on it, even as they continued to copulate.
Shaking his head at the thought and the image it generated, Ronon ignored both her question and the invitation, and turned to the frightened onlookers.
“Listen up people, we’re leaving here” as he said this he indicated himself and Morwen, who had arisen and was restoring her gown, unfazed by his rejection.
“If you want a chance at life, I suggest you follow us. We’re not sure how we’re going to get off this Hive ship, but we have no intention of sitting around waiting for the Wraith to get hungry!”
Having issued his invitation, Ronon stealthily crept out the holding cell and started to warily make his way in the direction he hoped would lead to an exit. Morwen followed close by with the ten or so persons who had decided to take their chances outside the cell.
The corridor they had chosen to follow continued for another fifty or so meters, but eventually they reached a junction that presented them with three choices of prospective pathways. Ronon hesitated, unsure which was the most likely to lead to an exit. On his previous visit to a Hive ship, he had arrived unconscious. After the tracking device had been implanted in him, he had once more been rendered unconscious only to awaken on the first of what would become a string of hidey-hole planets. He was lost.
Ronon’s indecision was quickly perceived by Morwen, who brushed by him and strode forward purposefully down the left hand corridor, which she seemed to know would lead in the direction of the exit. She ignored Ronon’s questioning stare, which clearly indicated his curiosity at her obvious knowledge of the Hive ship lay-out.
~Let him wonder how I know~ was the only thought she allowed herself.
Three times they had to avoid wraith patrols before they finally came to what seemed to be the exit. As they crept towards the well guarded entrance, Ronon reflected on their good fortune. They had passed one of the Command Centers earlier and overheard enough conversation to make them aware that the ship they were on was still planet-bound, not having completed the routine maintenance required to get such a ship space-worthy after a prolonged stay on the planet. The news meant that they needed to only get out of the ship and head for the Gate, in order to make their escape a success. Ronon had been worried about what they would have done if the ship had been in space.
Ronon paused in the shadows and beckoned Morwen to his side for a quick consultation.
“Do you still have those phenomenal gymnastic abilities that I seem to recall?” at her nod, he told her his plan.
**********
The five wraith guards had no prior warning as a lithe figure somehow dropped into their midst from the rafters and cross girders above. They had no chance to recover as Morwen moving with the speed and grace of a trained fighter, delivered kicks and cuffs to the nearest as they attempted to close on her.
Ronon watched as his plan unfolded in much the way he had hoped. Morwen’s entry into the midst of the guards was flawless. She had been able to scale the heights soundlessly and loop her body from rafter to rafter until she was directly above. By placing herself in their midst she had forced the guards to attempt hand to hand combat rather than fire their weapons and risk shooting each other.
With the amazing accuracy of a Specialist, Ronon fired the stunner that they had recovered from the first patrol, and hit two of the unsuspecting wraith squarely in the torso. They fell immediately, leaving just three who managed to avoid Ronon’s shots by placing themselves in too close a proximity to Morwen or by diving to one side. One of the wraith who had dived towards Morwen immediately regretted the decision as she whirled and caught him on the head with her elbow, then reversed direction to slam her foot into his chest, crushing several ribs with a scrunching sound.
Not to be left out, Ronon took up the large stun gun as if it were a club and vaulted over the bodies of the fallen wraith, into the melee. He smashed the gun into the two remaining wraith, as they belatedly tried to level their weapons in his direction. A second blow permanently downed one, while the final wraith was dispatched by a shot to the head, delivered by one of the former captives who still huddled in the shadows. Ronon nodded his thanks to the brave soul who had fired the shot.
As the final wraith went down, their companions rushed forward towards the door and freedom. Ronon held out a restraining arm, indicating his intention to check the outside for more wraith guards first. He returned a few minutes later and quietly beckoned to the others to follow him.
They found the Gate an hour later, and dialed the address of a known refugee planet. Ronon intended to drop off the former captives and then take Morwen to Belkan. There was a lot between them that needed settling.
Author: Lacenire
Date: 11/19/05
Part:1
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Morwen (OC)
Archiving: Wraithbait.com
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,873
Disclaimers:
I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.
Summary:
Ronon Dex tries to look up old friends, but is once more captured by the Wraith and taken to a Hive ship where he meets a ghost from his past.
******THE GREAT ESCAPE******
Ronon lay contemplating the past months since he had been liberated from a life of Running by the Atlanteans. As Ronon reflected on the extent to which his life had changed, he groggily realized that he was not in his room on Atlantis but on a Hive ship. Suddenly he recalled that he had once more been picked up by a Wraith Dart while on a routine visit to Arsimia…
It had been Ronon’s intention to look up some old friends he had made before he had become a runner seven years ago. After getting clearance from Colonel Sheppard for some down-time, he packed an over-night bag and headed through the Gate for the planet Arsimia. Unfortunately, as he stepped through the Gate on the other side, the wraith transport beam had captured him.
As Ronon regained full consciousness, he looked around at his surroundings. From the design of the quarters, he surmised that he had already been transferred to a Hive ship. He noted that the holding cell contained about twenty other inmates, non of whom he recognized.
As Ronon continued to scan the faces of the captives, he realized that a figure crouching in the shadows was examining him. Immediately his full attention was captured by the mysterious figure. He tried to pierce the gloom, but to no avail.
“Show yourself!” he commanded.
Several persons in the crowd jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice, and jerkily moved away from him. Slowly, with a panther’s grace, the figure uncoiled and emerged from the shadows. Ronon could not stop his surprised reaction upon recognition that the figure was a young woman from his past.
“Morwen! Is it really you?” stepping forward, Ronon closed the distance between them and reached out to hold her arm as if seeking further verification that his eyes were not lying.
“Ronon Dex…….I’m surprised you even remember my name, considering you left me to die on Sateda!” the cutting remark was followed with a stinging slap to Ronon’s offending hand and a punch to his gut that had him doubling over and gasping for air.
“How dare you act as if nothing has happened, as if you hadn’t disappeared for seven years!”
“Morwen…...” Ronon began after finally catching his breath.
“I was captured and made into a Runner. I’ve only recently had the tracking device removed from my back. I never knew anyone had survived that last major attack. I never knew you had survived or else I would have found you sooner. I swear!”
The last words of Ronon’s impassioned pleas were spoken softly, soothingly. Morwen was forced to remember what the nature of their relationship had been, seven years ago. It was impossible to forget Ronon. Her body instantly responded to his deep baritone voice and caressing tones.
“Liar!” she cried, rejecting him and the desire he ignited in her.
“Morw…..”
“Shut up!..…Just shut up! I don’t want to hear anymore of your lies! It’s as Kell said, you betrayed our People to save yourself.”
“Kell told you I betrayed Sateda? Morwen……Kell was the traitor. I executed him for his crimes and the thousands of people he caused to be murdered. Trust me Morwen, I speak the truth!”
Morwen stared at Ronon defiantly, rejecting his version of the truth, but before she could respond further, the sounds of approaching footsteps were heard. The Wraith guards were returning.
“Our argument can wait, right now we have to get out of here before we become Wraith fodder.” having stated this Ronon moved into the shadows to one side of the door, and crouched…….waiting.
Morwen instantly understood his intention, and moved to the other side of the door, where she too crouched awaiting the wraith.
They did not have long to wait before two wraith appeared. In typical Wraith arrogance, they did not note the positions of their captives. They simply deactivated the door locks and stepped into the cell, beckoning two captives forward as they entered.
Instantly Ronon sprang forward like a leaping tiger, and in a whirl of motion he had disarmed the nearest wraith and broken it’s neck with the deadly precision of a trained killer. There was a flurry of action next to him as Morwen jumped out at the other wraith guard who had turned to level his stunner at the attacking Ronon.
It had been a long time since Ronon had seen another Satedan in action, and he was once more amazed to see Specialist Morwen Sato’s ferocity. She pounced on the wraith and slit it’s throat with a small piece of metal that looked like it belonged as ornamentation to her garb. It was then that Ronon noticed that Morwen’s left breast was exposed.
Staring at Morwen perfect breast, Ronon realized that the object she had used to silence the guard was in fact the clasp that held the shoulders of her top together. Morwen had always been ingenious at finding ways to hide weapons upon herself, and apparently she retained that talent.
As Ronon stood in wonderment, Morwen crouched down to expertly break the neck of the wraith that still writhed at her feet, struggling to breathe through it’s cut throat. She looked up then and saw him looking at her in admiration and as their eyes met she recognized the fire of lust beginning to grow once more. Slyly, she remained crouching and angled her body towards him so that her exposed breast was even more visible. She stared back at him with an invitation that was difficult to resist.
“Would you like to fuck me? Right here, right now?” was the innocent sounding invitation, delivered as she caressed the exposed breast.
Ronon felt his loins tightening as she unabashedly dared him to approach her and take her right there. She reminded him of a creature Sheppard had told him about once. A ‘Mantis’ or some such name he had called it. Apparently the female was known to rip off the head of the male and feed on it, even as they continued to copulate.
Shaking his head at the thought and the image it generated, Ronon ignored both her question and the invitation, and turned to the frightened onlookers.
“Listen up people, we’re leaving here” as he said this he indicated himself and Morwen, who had arisen and was restoring her gown, unfazed by his rejection.
“If you want a chance at life, I suggest you follow us. We’re not sure how we’re going to get off this Hive ship, but we have no intention of sitting around waiting for the Wraith to get hungry!”
Having issued his invitation, Ronon stealthily crept out the holding cell and started to warily make his way in the direction he hoped would lead to an exit. Morwen followed close by with the ten or so persons who had decided to take their chances outside the cell.
The corridor they had chosen to follow continued for another fifty or so meters, but eventually they reached a junction that presented them with three choices of prospective pathways. Ronon hesitated, unsure which was the most likely to lead to an exit. On his previous visit to a Hive ship, he had arrived unconscious. After the tracking device had been implanted in him, he had once more been rendered unconscious only to awaken on the first of what would become a string of hidey-hole planets. He was lost.
Ronon’s indecision was quickly perceived by Morwen, who brushed by him and strode forward purposefully down the left hand corridor, which she seemed to know would lead in the direction of the exit. She ignored Ronon’s questioning stare, which clearly indicated his curiosity at her obvious knowledge of the Hive ship lay-out.
~Let him wonder how I know~ was the only thought she allowed herself.
Three times they had to avoid wraith patrols before they finally came to what seemed to be the exit. As they crept towards the well guarded entrance, Ronon reflected on their good fortune. They had passed one of the Command Centers earlier and overheard enough conversation to make them aware that the ship they were on was still planet-bound, not having completed the routine maintenance required to get such a ship space-worthy after a prolonged stay on the planet. The news meant that they needed to only get out of the ship and head for the Gate, in order to make their escape a success. Ronon had been worried about what they would have done if the ship had been in space.
Ronon paused in the shadows and beckoned Morwen to his side for a quick consultation.
“Do you still have those phenomenal gymnastic abilities that I seem to recall?” at her nod, he told her his plan.
**********
The five wraith guards had no prior warning as a lithe figure somehow dropped into their midst from the rafters and cross girders above. They had no chance to recover as Morwen moving with the speed and grace of a trained fighter, delivered kicks and cuffs to the nearest as they attempted to close on her.
Ronon watched as his plan unfolded in much the way he had hoped. Morwen’s entry into the midst of the guards was flawless. She had been able to scale the heights soundlessly and loop her body from rafter to rafter until she was directly above. By placing herself in their midst she had forced the guards to attempt hand to hand combat rather than fire their weapons and risk shooting each other.
With the amazing accuracy of a Specialist, Ronon fired the stunner that they had recovered from the first patrol, and hit two of the unsuspecting wraith squarely in the torso. They fell immediately, leaving just three who managed to avoid Ronon’s shots by placing themselves in too close a proximity to Morwen or by diving to one side. One of the wraith who had dived towards Morwen immediately regretted the decision as she whirled and caught him on the head with her elbow, then reversed direction to slam her foot into his chest, crushing several ribs with a scrunching sound.
Not to be left out, Ronon took up the large stun gun as if it were a club and vaulted over the bodies of the fallen wraith, into the melee. He smashed the gun into the two remaining wraith, as they belatedly tried to level their weapons in his direction. A second blow permanently downed one, while the final wraith was dispatched by a shot to the head, delivered by one of the former captives who still huddled in the shadows. Ronon nodded his thanks to the brave soul who had fired the shot.
As the final wraith went down, their companions rushed forward towards the door and freedom. Ronon held out a restraining arm, indicating his intention to check the outside for more wraith guards first. He returned a few minutes later and quietly beckoned to the others to follow him.
They found the Gate an hour later, and dialed the address of a known refugee planet. Ronon intended to drop off the former captives and then take Morwen to Belkan. There was a lot between them that needed settling.