Pegasus Galaxy, Still Wednesday Fandom-Time
After a few more rounds of energy suck and blow, Ronon was slumped in the chair, trying to recover and not knowing if it had been days or years of this torture while Tyre refused to let up on conversation in between.
"There's no point in holding on. You're just putting off the inevitable. It's better if you just accept it." Tyre spoke like Ronon should be happy the Wraith was feeding on him and pumping its enzyme into his blood and addicting him to it like so much crack.
Instead, Ronon snorted, "You mean better for you, don't you? The Wraith cut you off and this is your way back in, by offering me up as sacrifice."
"No," Tyre had the audacity to shake his head and get in Ronon's face.
It had been a long fucking day and Ronon was near tears when he finally spat out, "You are not the man I risked my life for. You are a traitor to the memory of our people. You have no honor."
Ronon kept his head down when the Wraith returned, announcing they were moving the process back to the lab and leaving Tyre on the planet.
When next he woke, Ronon found himself chained to a wall in the least kinkiest manner possible. Mostly because there was a disgusting Wraith watching him.
"You are finally awake. The procedure can be very taxing. You've been unconscious for the better part of a day." The Wraith sounded disappointed and Ronon suddenly understood why Sheppard named them all the damned time.
"You're wasting your time," Ronon promised. "I'll die before I turn, just like Merika and Hemi."
The Wraith chuckled, "I'm afraid you're mistaken. Your friends didn't die because they were strong. They died because they were too weak to withstand the process. Their minds and bodies eventually shut down under the strain. But you, you're stronger, and it is your strength that will prove your undoing." Again his hand smashed into Ronon's chest to feed. Ronon didn't give him the satisfaction of screaming that time.
And then, at some point in the process, Ronon's mind changed. He felt better than he'd ever felt. Stronger. Faster. Like he could trounce the whole contingent of Jedi before they could look at him. And he had the Wraith to thank for it.
"No retreat in the face of battle. No sympathy for the fallen. No mercy for our enemies," the Wraith told Ronon as he knelt before him.
"No retreat in the face of battle. No sympathy for the fallen, and no mercy to your enemies," Ronon repeated, looking up at his master with feral eyes.
"Our enemies," the Wraith held out Ronon's sword. "Atlantis."
Ronon stood, accepting the sword and repeating, "Atlantis."
"No mercy," the Wraith reminded, walking away and leaving Ronon to prepare himself for the coming battle.
"Ronon!" Sheppard's voice coming around a corner of the hive ship sounded surprised.
When he heard his name, Ronon turned and smiled. "Sheppard, it's about time."
Even Sheppard's face looked confused. "What's going on, buddy?"
The Wraith stepped back into the room behind Ronon, "We were beginning to wonder if you'd ever show up."
It had been many days since the Wraith had dumped Tyre on the planet and taken Ronon to their lab. Sheppard had brought friends in the form of a detoxed Tyre, Team Sheppard and Team Lorne. The latter team spun around as Wraith guards walked in behind them with stunners as the Wraith continued speaking, "You're at a disadvantage. You can attempt an escape but you'll have to sacrifice your friend's life to do so."
Sheppard aimed his rifle at Wraith behind his teammate. "Ronon, get out of the way."
"I can't do that," Ronon told him, feeling the power coursing through his being.
"Ronon. Step aside," Sheppard's words sounded vaguely like an order but Ronon didn't budge. He was protecting his master.
While Sheppard was busy staring in shock, Tyre grabbed Teyla from behind, putting a knife at her throat. "His life won't be the only one forfeit. Lower your weapons."
As Ronon remembered being typical to Atlantis, everyone looked to Sheppard, who reluctantly lowered his rifle, causing his people to follow suit and giving Ronon the opportunity to walk toward Sheppard while the Wraith dealt with taking the others away.
"Ronon, what's happening here?" Sheppard asked.
Ronon didn't have the time or patience to answer this man speaking out of turn. He punched Sheppard forcefully in the face while Teyla screamed his name in surprise.
As the guards dragged the people of Atlantis away, Tyre was welcomed back by the Wraith and Ronon clapped his buddy on the arm.
It was a shell of Ronon that helped Tyre convince the Wraith to try to turn the teams into worshipers and then Ronon stood behind his master while the Wraith interviewed Sheppard. "Kneel."
"You know, what'd be really creepy and unexpected is if you knelt instead." Tyre kicked Sheppard in the back of the knees for that, forcing him into position before the Wraith. "I guess not. All right, I'll try and make it work."
"I appreciate your defiance," the Wraith told Sheppard.
But Sheppard's eyes were on that same shell of his friend who stared down at him. "Ronon, I really need you to snap out of it about now." His worried words fell on impassive ears.
"It will make turning you all the more enjoyable," the Wraith continued, raising its hand. As it reached forward, Tyre struck from behind, bringing his sword down and cleaving the Wraith's feeding hand off at the wrist. As the Wraith cried out in pain, Ronon unsheathed his own sword to fight it out with Tyre, oblivious to the shooting that had begun around them.
At some point in the fight, Tyre lost his sword but ducked under Ronon's heavy blows to punch him hard in the face. Ronon lost his grip on his own sword and grabbed Tyre, lifting the other man in the air and slamming his body down onto the floor of the Hive ship with a sickening thud. Dropping down on one knee next to Tyre's body, Ronon punched him repeatedly in the face even when he felt the dull shot of a Wraith stun blast to his back. He kept punching, losing speed until he was shot into oblivion.
Later, Teyla would tell Ronon he was lucky indeed for having repressed the days of enzyme withdrawal when he'd screamed and begged and pleaded for Sheppard to kill him or set him free. He did remember waking up to McKay's incessant chatter at his bedside, but it wasn't until Sheppard brought him Tyre's sword and scabbard and told him how Tyre had come to Atlantis with information about Ronon's abduction and then died in the explosion on the Wraith ship to save his fellow Satedan that Ronon felt the desperate loss of the incident. He blamed sheer exhaustion for the sobs that wracked his body when Sheppard left him alone in the sick bay.
[NFB, NFI, dialogue stolen from SGA 5.3 Broken Ties. *gives Ronon a teddy bear*]
"There's no point in holding on. You're just putting off the inevitable. It's better if you just accept it." Tyre spoke like Ronon should be happy the Wraith was feeding on him and pumping its enzyme into his blood and addicting him to it like so much crack.
Instead, Ronon snorted, "You mean better for you, don't you? The Wraith cut you off and this is your way back in, by offering me up as sacrifice."
"No," Tyre had the audacity to shake his head and get in Ronon's face.
It had been a long fucking day and Ronon was near tears when he finally spat out, "You are not the man I risked my life for. You are a traitor to the memory of our people. You have no honor."
Ronon kept his head down when the Wraith returned, announcing they were moving the process back to the lab and leaving Tyre on the planet.
When next he woke, Ronon found himself chained to a wall in the least kinkiest manner possible. Mostly because there was a disgusting Wraith watching him.
"You are finally awake. The procedure can be very taxing. You've been unconscious for the better part of a day." The Wraith sounded disappointed and Ronon suddenly understood why Sheppard named them all the damned time.
"You're wasting your time," Ronon promised. "I'll die before I turn, just like Merika and Hemi."
The Wraith chuckled, "I'm afraid you're mistaken. Your friends didn't die because they were strong. They died because they were too weak to withstand the process. Their minds and bodies eventually shut down under the strain. But you, you're stronger, and it is your strength that will prove your undoing." Again his hand smashed into Ronon's chest to feed. Ronon didn't give him the satisfaction of screaming that time.
And then, at some point in the process, Ronon's mind changed. He felt better than he'd ever felt. Stronger. Faster. Like he could trounce the whole contingent of Jedi before they could look at him. And he had the Wraith to thank for it.
"No retreat in the face of battle. No sympathy for the fallen. No mercy for our enemies," the Wraith told Ronon as he knelt before him.
"No retreat in the face of battle. No sympathy for the fallen, and no mercy to your enemies," Ronon repeated, looking up at his master with feral eyes.
"Our enemies," the Wraith held out Ronon's sword. "Atlantis."
Ronon stood, accepting the sword and repeating, "Atlantis."
"No mercy," the Wraith reminded, walking away and leaving Ronon to prepare himself for the coming battle.
"Ronon!" Sheppard's voice coming around a corner of the hive ship sounded surprised.
When he heard his name, Ronon turned and smiled. "Sheppard, it's about time."
Even Sheppard's face looked confused. "What's going on, buddy?"
The Wraith stepped back into the room behind Ronon, "We were beginning to wonder if you'd ever show up."
It had been many days since the Wraith had dumped Tyre on the planet and taken Ronon to their lab. Sheppard had brought friends in the form of a detoxed Tyre, Team Sheppard and Team Lorne. The latter team spun around as Wraith guards walked in behind them with stunners as the Wraith continued speaking, "You're at a disadvantage. You can attempt an escape but you'll have to sacrifice your friend's life to do so."
Sheppard aimed his rifle at Wraith behind his teammate. "Ronon, get out of the way."
"I can't do that," Ronon told him, feeling the power coursing through his being.
"Ronon. Step aside," Sheppard's words sounded vaguely like an order but Ronon didn't budge. He was protecting his master.
While Sheppard was busy staring in shock, Tyre grabbed Teyla from behind, putting a knife at her throat. "His life won't be the only one forfeit. Lower your weapons."
As Ronon remembered being typical to Atlantis, everyone looked to Sheppard, who reluctantly lowered his rifle, causing his people to follow suit and giving Ronon the opportunity to walk toward Sheppard while the Wraith dealt with taking the others away.
"Ronon, what's happening here?" Sheppard asked.
Ronon didn't have the time or patience to answer this man speaking out of turn. He punched Sheppard forcefully in the face while Teyla screamed his name in surprise.
As the guards dragged the people of Atlantis away, Tyre was welcomed back by the Wraith and Ronon clapped his buddy on the arm.
It was a shell of Ronon that helped Tyre convince the Wraith to try to turn the teams into worshipers and then Ronon stood behind his master while the Wraith interviewed Sheppard. "Kneel."
"You know, what'd be really creepy and unexpected is if you knelt instead." Tyre kicked Sheppard in the back of the knees for that, forcing him into position before the Wraith. "I guess not. All right, I'll try and make it work."
"I appreciate your defiance," the Wraith told Sheppard.
But Sheppard's eyes were on that same shell of his friend who stared down at him. "Ronon, I really need you to snap out of it about now." His worried words fell on impassive ears.
"It will make turning you all the more enjoyable," the Wraith continued, raising its hand. As it reached forward, Tyre struck from behind, bringing his sword down and cleaving the Wraith's feeding hand off at the wrist. As the Wraith cried out in pain, Ronon unsheathed his own sword to fight it out with Tyre, oblivious to the shooting that had begun around them.
At some point in the fight, Tyre lost his sword but ducked under Ronon's heavy blows to punch him hard in the face. Ronon lost his grip on his own sword and grabbed Tyre, lifting the other man in the air and slamming his body down onto the floor of the Hive ship with a sickening thud. Dropping down on one knee next to Tyre's body, Ronon punched him repeatedly in the face even when he felt the dull shot of a Wraith stun blast to his back. He kept punching, losing speed until he was shot into oblivion.
Later, Teyla would tell Ronon he was lucky indeed for having repressed the days of enzyme withdrawal when he'd screamed and begged and pleaded for Sheppard to kill him or set him free. He did remember waking up to McKay's incessant chatter at his bedside, but it wasn't until Sheppard brought him Tyre's sword and scabbard and told him how Tyre had come to Atlantis with information about Ronon's abduction and then died in the explosion on the Wraith ship to save his fellow Satedan that Ronon felt the desperate loss of the incident. He blamed sheer exhaustion for the sobs that wracked his body when Sheppard left him alone in the sick bay.
[NFB, NFI, dialogue stolen from SGA 5.3 Broken Ties. *gives Ronon a teddy bear*]