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Notes on having finally watched SGA's newest episode:
So, John & co. showing up in the commandeered Wraith ship? :D ... o.o first, because they were all geared up to die. They had Beckett in the chair!
But then :D.
Hey, they brought Beckett a present! XD
Wow. Sheppard is so... *surveying sleeping ex-Wraith, slightly head-bopping sort of nods* "Hey, guess what! That retro-virus is really great, they even started killing each other when it kicked in. Yep. ^^ So, we've only got oh, 200 to deal with?" :)
Beckett: *in shock*
***
Michael. *whimpers* Must things keep going badly for Michael? Must Teyla always be the bearer of the news that the universe hates Michael?!
***
And here we have an Adventures in Diplomacy with Dr. Weir! In which she sits and stares the poor guy into submission. No, really.
Guy: *talk talk you did a bad thing! talk talk*
Weir: *stares* *bitterly amused* You know you all suck, right? *resumes stare*
Guy: *wilty-type fidget* ..yeah. Stupid scary Wraith. -.-
***
Oh. Oh, no. Oh you assholes!!! Advanced 'treatment' for Michael so he'll forget being Michael.
I would say they're building up serious bad karma, here, but I'm not sure they'd get it. Because, you know. They're Atlantis, they're always right.'Hi, my name is Sheppard and I'll be your Ra for this incarnation. This is Teyla and she'll represent Ma'at. You'll be able to tell we're not quite right with the universe by the way Ra occasionally ignores Ma'at in favor of doing shiny things. But that's only, what, every other episode?'
***
Back with Weir!
Guy: We double-suck. I'm being sent along to 'make a report' - read, make sure you're not selling bootleg liquor and black market weaponry to the Wraith. And I've been off world once. Once, do you understand how much this sucks!
Weir: *mentally* ~I get to keep my jo-ob, I get to keep my jo-ob. This is perfect, wait until the boys hear.~ *out loud* Oh, I'm sorry. ...have you ever met an Asgard? >:)
***
In the Elvish Concentration Camp:
Ronon: *roots for eventual cannibalism
Sheppard: *also roots for eventual cannibalism, but in a more serious and pissy way, since he wants Carson to come home* Dude. You suck. You're wasting resources when you could be home making more of this stuff. I don't care that it's temporary, I wanna kill Wraith! Or make them kill each other, which is twice as cool. >:/
Carson: I don't care! I'm havin' a crisis of conscience, an' you can't stop me! :(
***
ex-Wraith: They're lying to us. >.> So utterly lying. o.o >:/ -.-;;
Michael: But I like them! I'm not sure why... but I like them! And, I don't want to carry a plague out into the universe. That's bad. *sincere, in that creepy way he has*
Other ex-Wraith: We listen to Michael, because he is unaccountably cool! ^.^
Nathan the suspicious ex-Wraith: Michael sucks. I wanna killpeople things! *goes off to sulk and possibly kill people things*
***
Guy: Hellooo, Caldwell. Any interest in, say, coming to thedark side diplomatic side? We could make you the boss of Atlantis. >:)
Caldwell: Yeah. Wier did tell you that you suck, right? pfft.
And how much do we love Caldwell? :D
***
Sheppard: All right. *rolls eyes* We're ditching you with the ex-Wraith now, Carson you big whiner.
Carson: Um. But, see, first you have to fix this little problem. Go on Michael, tell them the problem.
Michael: Nathan thinks you're all evil and lying to us and stuff. I still have this inexplicable urge to fanboy you and believe everything you say, but Nathan is going to do Something Bad. But you're gonna fix it, right? *hopeful and still disturbingly sincere look*
Carson: :/ So I'd really like you to find him beforehe blows our elaborate ruse symptoms of the plague re-occur.
Micheal: *wants to be helpful!*
Sheppard: *thinking* This is why I prefer killing things instead of the elaborate ruse. x.x
And now I really want to hear Carson say 'elaborate ruse'. Just because of the edible accent there. :)~
***
:O :O :O
Oh my god Michael. I - he - they went and :O
They killed Nathan. He's got them killing people!! He - they - oh. my. god. This is so, so...
**
They named one Marik. omg. XD XD *gigglefits at Marik the Wraith. ex-Wraith.*
...nah, Marik would be a Wraith Queen! And the Rod would be his - her, really cool Hive ship? Okay, brain breaking now, back to Carson.
***
Staff Meeting!
Weir: *wibble* I love you guys. *.*
Sheppard: We wuv you too. But you're getting mushy.
Guy: Sorry I'm late. >:)
Weir: Yeah, this is the creepy little spy they made me bring. >:/
Guy: What did I miss? >:)
Sheppard: *shiny smile of rage* Oh just, making reports. *thinking* You're interrupting family time, you little worm.
Rodney: Thanks. *nauseated expression, thinking* We can't have sex with him here. Ewwwww.
***
Military Guy: Dr. Beckett, where are you? You kind of left us alone with the ex-Wraith and it's creepy. Especially since I'm talking to you about them, possibly in hearing range.
Carson: Right. Well, not that this won't come back to bite us in the ass, but I think our ex-Wraith may have turned homicidal. Nathan didn't die by falling off this cliff, that I'm sure of. :/ ...you are making sure to stand close enough to the ex-Wraith that they can hear this, yes? But don't mention the word Wraith, so we can all act surprised when they put two and two together. I love this oblivious stuff. ^^
Military Guy: o.o Riiight. Look, could you come back here? It's gonna be dark soon, I don't to go hunting you in dark woods inhabited by creepy ex-Wraith.
unnamed ex-Wraith: o.o;;;
***
Guy: So. You already belong on the dark side, so -
Sheppard: >:o Hey! Just because I want to blow things up doesn't mean -
Guy: See! That sort of thing, right there. >:)
***
*creepy interlude of forlorn ex-Wraith being stalked by Carson*
***
Sheppard: I hate him!! I hate him I hate him I hate him!! Please can I kill him? >:/
Weir: *entranced by the shiny rage* What did he say? :)
Sheppard: What, aside from throwing mud on every decision you've ever made, ever? And trying to get me to turn on you?! *mutter* ... and saying I belong on the dark side...
Weir: *still highly amused, thinks* But that's why I like you. *out loud* Awww, you're all defending my honor. That is so, so sweet, but I'm afraid you can't kill him.
Sheppard: But! Pleaseee? *.*
Weir: Puppy eyes won't work, John. We have to send him back alive.
Sheppard: Damn, this sucks.
***
Back in the Elvish Concentration Camp, the concerns of random military have been proven prophetic! (As they often are.)
Carson: :o Look at the shining fire and the generally creepy atmosphere. It's like some evil Wraith seance. I've got to warn the others! *turns smack into Michael* Oh, hello, suddenly very Michael-looking Michael. I'd imagine you're incredibly pissed off now. o.o
Michael: You don't know the half of it. >:/
Carson: So I don't suppose you'd buy the lie we've been feeding you?
Michael: You want me to eat you, don't you?
Carson: *thinking* It was worth a shot. *out loud* But why kill Nathan if he was on the right track?
Michael: Because he was a stupid hot-head who was going to ruin my plan.
Carson: But with Sheppard gone with the ship, you're trapped here! There's no way out!
Michael: x.x Did you even hear me say I have a plan? How did I ever listen to you morons in the first place? >>
***
Rodney: O.o Tracking a Hive ship, ummm - not going to kill us? *fiddle, poke* Oh. Ooooh crap. It's going to get the other Wraith and Carson.
Sheppard: See! See why you should have let me kill them!
Weir: I'm not acknowledging that glare.
Ending here because I have to run to work.
Note to self- when did I start fangirling Michael? Because that's a bit creepy. >.>
ETA - It occurred to me at work, of course. Michael = Bakura. "I am ever so sincere. You'll believe everything I say, despite all common sense - I'm that convincing. Innocent of all malice. Watch as I strive to do the right thing! ^_^
It's just that there's this tiny hitch of my plotting your destruction behind your back, because I'm not who I seem to be. >:) "
Picking up where I left off!
Although I will say, since I'm rewatching it - the thing that makes Michael so sinister when they find Nathan is that his voice goes calm. The music is more sinister than his voice, and yet - because it's Michael saying it, it is to meep. o.o!
Also I don't think I caught it, with the gleeful mocking and squee, but there's this vibe between Weir and the Guy. Like she almost feels sorry for him because his job sucks, but not quite. And when Sheppard storms into her office, all 'ARGH! Can I hurt him, please?!' she does point out that they've got a basically decent worm who might be useful if they don't tick him off.
Guy, meanwhile, is still very much trying to get hooks into the Atlantis crew - but not quite as slimly as I would have expected. And although my reaction is pretty much Sheppard's? I think Elizabeth is on the right track. ^^;;
Ooooh - and I forgot, Michael told Carson part of the plan is to use the still-ex-Wraith to feed the Hive ship they've called.
Okay! All caught up, think I've caught the nuances that I missed during the first part, now:
***
Staff Meeting + Our New ISO-Guy:
Guy: I think you might have a spy. Let's tick off your allies, to start with, and...
Teyla: Excuse me?! You are not insulting the Athosians and -
Weir: Mister Woolsey, do you think we post this kind of information on the city bulletin board? (Actual line. Cannot get better than that. XD)
Sheppard: If someone with that much information sold us out, they'd be coming here, not a backwater with ex-Wraith on it. (I swear he doesn't know how bad that sounds.)
And this grim staff meeting continues, ending with Weir sending them out in the Hive ship they still can't control, and a brief shot of Guy that was focused on Rodney? But you can see this 'I don't believe you're sending them out to die' look.
Rodney, of course, looked like Rodney Not Wanting To Die Now - which is to say nauseated.
And the whole time? They weren't really discussing the ex-Wraith. I got the impression the Team knows or suspects the ex-Wraith called this Hive ship, but they weren't willing to say so in front of Woolsey. (Who knew he had a name? ;p)
***
At the Concentration Camp That Isn't, with the Wraith Who Are Not - and Some Who Are:
Michael is molesting Carson! *waves tiny fangirl flag*
Okay, not actually, but. Carson is on his own medical chair, and Michael is circling him being all predatory Wraith-y and just. Yum. *buries head in hands* I am so utterly screwed with the fangirling. Objectivity just took one look at me and ran screaming in the other direction. XD
Carson: So, how many reverted Wraith am I surrounded by?
Michael: The ones you saw, a few others. We're planning to feed the others to the new ship when it comes.
Carson: That's hardly bloody fair. (Isn't it charming when he says these things? :P He's like Atlantis's little brother, still all innocent.)
(Except now Michael's got him. o.o)
Michael: *slightly amused* The strong survive. *more cynically* The stronger minds among us have been planning this even while on the medication. The weaker minds will remain so, thanks to the training you gave us.
Carson: Okay, look - do you not remember yet how much it sucked the last time you tried to rejoin the Wraith?
Michael: It will be better than remaining in your prison! >:/
Carson: Oh for !!! :/ Then why haven't you killed me yet?! There must be a reason!
Michael: I have decided that it is likely that Colonel Sheppard had failsafe measures in place against the possibility of our resurgent Wraith nature. You will naturally have been told of these measures, since you were left in charge of us.
Carson: *completely dumbfounded, and completely honest* Have you lost your mind?! There's no way off this rock, that was the failsafe!! O.o;
Michael: *suddenly two, three inches from Carson's face and leaning over him and okay I will not go on and on* How many years of your life will I have to take away before you tell me what I want to know.
Carson: *admirably in control, considering* That's hardly a threat, You're going to kill me soon anyway. *eyes flicking up and down across Michael's face*
Michael: *pleased? amused? hungry?!* You underestimate your own value, Doctor.
Carson: *frustrated now* x.x;; Look, they don't tell me this sort of thing. I'm just a doctor. *Michael pulls back, slowly straightening* You shouldn't've killed Morrison.
Michael: I don't like to question military men. *circling again* They're like our Wraith soldiers. Hardened. Stubborn. Unimaginative. Rigid thought patterns. *stop, look* You, on the other hand, are trained to have an open mind. And, you have a strong sense of empathy towards others.
Carson: *tired, resigned* It's not as strong as it used to be, believe me.
Michael: *leaning in again* You're exactly what I need. *Wraith telepathy echoes!!* Now, let us begin. *more Wraith echoes!!*
*** (Why must it cut then?!?! *stabbity! wanted more Michael/Carson!* ***
The incredibly lame cavalry in transit!
Teyla has to focus really really hard to fly this sucker. On the other hand, Teyla flying Wraith ship. All hail Queen Teyla! :D
Meanwhile, the John and Rodney show continues:
John: Can we kill things when we get there?
Rodney: If by kill things, you mean actually aiming the weapons, no. But they are turned on!
John: So not good enough. *insults!* Make it better!
Rodney: Oh, like I don't obsess over my own survival? Please. *points out flaw in John's plan of 'get there faster than the Hive ship!*
John: *frustrated at having flaw exposed!* *flail-expression* Oh just fix it! *flees before more flaws are exposed*
Rodney: *entirely through expressions* ...Uh, what just happened there? Oh never mind, no time to figure out John. Fixing, fixing...
***
At Atlantis, they're sending out actual cavalry! The Daedalus, though still limping, is functional enough for an apparently grumpy Hermiod to clear them. Caldwell to the rescue! :D
*waves a tiny flag for Caldwell too*
***
The lame cavalry - or should we say the suicide brigade? :P
Sheppard: *checks on Teyla, who is stressed but alright*
*general tense but efficient checking, no Hive ship, all clear!*
And then the lights come on.
All: Uh. >>
Rodney: A bunch of secondary systems just came online.
Sheppard: Genius, Rodney!
Rodney: *cautiously freaking* True, but - it wasn't me. *checking things* It's like they felt something and turned themselves on - oh, oh they're tied into the sensors, it - oh. *tones of imminent suckage* Oh, man, Wraith life signs.
Brief conference determines 30-ish Wraith, over 100 human, and no way to tell if any of those humans are Beckett & co without going down, which they proceed to with more discussion on the way. This includes Sheppard asking how they even called a Hive in the first place, and Teyla guessing about the Evil Seance - that a group acting in concert could increase their range.
But what kills me is the conversation as Teyla, Ronon and John are boarding their Dart to go to the surface.
John: What about the failsafe device, what kind of a kill zone are we looking at?
Rodney: Everything within a three mile radius is toast.
John: Are you sure about that? We've got no margin for error.
Rodney: A blast radius doesn't just stop at three miles -
Teyla: What about the ones that are still human?
*a moment of uncomfortable silence in recognition that Ma'at is still among us*
Ronon: *volunteering to break this silence!* There's nothing we can do for them.
Rodney: *slightly uncomfortable* Well, I suppose we could not incinerate them.
John: If Michael got his memory back, they could all know about Atlantis by now, and where to find Earth. Can't take that risk. We get our people out, give you the signal - you set off the nuke.
Rodney: *looking very uncomfortable*
Me: Nuke?! :O
*** only for a commercial, and then ***
Armed assault in the dark, quick, efficient and lethal. Teyla and John find Carson barely conscious, and Ronon found the remains of the military guys - flashes their dog tags.
Back on their ship - John calls Rodney, fills him in and gives him the all-clear: Light it up.
Three. Two. One.
***
Michael and two of the Elf-Wraith, crouched by an explosive that is distinctly not exploding.
Michael: Now you see what they really think of us.
Elf-Wraith: I don't understand. ?
Michael: The bomb is receiving a detonation signal. If I hadn't disarmed it, we'd all be dead. *looking inward*
***
John: *flat* Rodney.
Slight panic ensues while all confirm that yes, we have no explosions. :P It falls to Ronon to point out that the Wraith got to their bomb, and to Teyla to remind them that they cannot leave these people for the Hive ship to find.
***
The Wraith discover their two dead, and one asks if they should hunt for the prisoner. Michael says no, he's on their ship by now. Besides, he served his purpose.
"There is nothing left to do but wait for our brothers to rescue us, soon."
And on his word, though not without some lingering looks, the Wraith disperse. ...does this make Michael a Queen, I wonder? (Really I just had to say that. But then I also have to wonder at the status of a Wraith in Michael's position and whether Queens have the individuality that drones do not.)
***
On the ship that still has no useful weapons - No. Weapons.
Rodney says they couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, he does. :P
John specifies a stationary target, like on the planet? That, Rodney says they can do. That's easy.
John's expression is so very "What did you think I wanted to shoot?!" but he lets it go.
And over Carson's sweet objections *gives Carson a teddy* they open fire - Just in time for the Hive ship to finally show. O.O
John pushing for that extra bit of certainty that the Wraith planetside are dead, even as Rodney is telling him that the other Hive ship is hammering their own to pieces - not that they can't feel that.
Venting atmosphere.
***
Daedalus in transit.
Emerging in the wreckage of a Hive ship.
Caldwell: Lifesigns? *negatives* What about the planet? *more negatives* I see.
John's voice!: Daedalus, this is Sheppard, come in.
Caldwell: Sheppard, where the hell are you?
*amused and meaningful look from Teyla - which it takes John a moment to get*
John: ... Oh! Oh, right, sorry. *decloaks*
Pilot: We're picking up a jumper, sir, five life signs.
***
And, and. Okay. I must learn to pay attention to Weir's instincts, oh yes I must.
Because, Woolsey, he just. Essentially decided that Weir is The Leader for Atlantis and is going to lie on his report to ensure she remains so for the time being. Oh wow. XD
He said the decision to fire on the planet and eliminate any survivors was hers, and Elizabeth said "Um. No it wasn't. >>" and he brushed that off with hypotheticals of if they'd had time to call and ask her, and she's just staring. And XD "But the ISO"
Woolsey: Oh, the ISO doesn't need to know the truth - they don't want to know. See, in my job I've learned to lie in service of the greater truth. And the greater truth here is that you are an excellent leader for this place, and should stay forever. ..or at least for now. *walks off, requesting that they dial Earth*
Weir: *glassy-eyed O.o*
The End! Which, like all Ends in Atlantis, is actually a screaming pit of unanswered questions. The main one of which for me is: What the heck happened to Michael!? So help me you better not have killed Michael you little so-and-sos!! >:P
So, John & co. showing up in the commandeered Wraith ship? :D ... o.o first, because they were all geared up to die. They had Beckett in the chair!
But then :D.
Hey, they brought Beckett a present! XD
Wow. Sheppard is so... *surveying sleeping ex-Wraith, slightly head-bopping sort of nods* "Hey, guess what! That retro-virus is really great, they even started killing each other when it kicked in. Yep. ^^ So, we've only got oh, 200 to deal with?" :)
Beckett: *in shock*
***
Michael. *whimpers* Must things keep going badly for Michael? Must Teyla always be the bearer of the news that the universe hates Michael?!
***
And here we have an Adventures in Diplomacy with Dr. Weir! In which she sits and stares the poor guy into submission. No, really.
Guy: *talk talk you did a bad thing! talk talk*
Weir: *stares* *bitterly amused* You know you all suck, right? *resumes stare*
Guy: *wilty-type fidget* ..yeah. Stupid scary Wraith. -.-
***
Oh. Oh, no. Oh you assholes!!! Advanced 'treatment' for Michael so he'll forget being Michael.
I would say they're building up serious bad karma, here, but I'm not sure they'd get it. Because, you know. They're Atlantis, they're always right.
***
Back with Weir!
Guy: We double-suck. I'm being sent along to 'make a report' - read, make sure you're not selling bootleg liquor and black market weaponry to the Wraith. And I've been off world once. Once, do you understand how much this sucks!
Weir: *mentally* ~I get to keep my jo-ob, I get to keep my jo-ob. This is perfect, wait until the boys hear.~ *out loud* Oh, I'm sorry. ...have you ever met an Asgard? >:)
***
In the Elvish Concentration Camp:
Ronon: *roots for eventual cannibalism
Sheppard: *also roots for eventual cannibalism, but in a more serious and pissy way, since he wants Carson to come home* Dude. You suck. You're wasting resources when you could be home making more of this stuff. I don't care that it's temporary, I wanna kill Wraith! Or make them kill each other, which is twice as cool. >:/
Carson: I don't care! I'm havin' a crisis of conscience, an' you can't stop me! :(
***
ex-Wraith: They're lying to us. >.> So utterly lying. o.o >:/ -.-;;
Michael: But I like them! I'm not sure why... but I like them! And, I don't want to carry a plague out into the universe. That's bad. *sincere, in that creepy way he has*
Other ex-Wraith: We listen to Michael, because he is unaccountably cool! ^.^
Nathan the suspicious ex-Wraith: Michael sucks. I wanna kill
***
Guy: Hellooo, Caldwell. Any interest in, say, coming to the
Caldwell: Yeah. Wier did tell you that you suck, right? pfft.
And how much do we love Caldwell? :D
***
Sheppard: All right. *rolls eyes* We're ditching you with the ex-Wraith now, Carson you big whiner.
Carson: Um. But, see, first you have to fix this little problem. Go on Michael, tell them the problem.
Michael: Nathan thinks you're all evil and lying to us and stuff. I still have this inexplicable urge to fanboy you and believe everything you say, but Nathan is going to do Something Bad. But you're gonna fix it, right? *hopeful and still disturbingly sincere look*
Carson: :/ So I'd really like you to find him before
Micheal: *wants to be helpful!*
Sheppard: *thinking* This is why I prefer killing things instead of the elaborate ruse. x.x
And now I really want to hear Carson say 'elaborate ruse'. Just because of the edible accent there. :)~
***
:O :O :O
Oh my god Michael. I - he - they went and :O
They killed Nathan. He's got them killing people!! He - they - oh. my. god. This is so, so...
**
They named one Marik. omg. XD XD *gigglefits at Marik the Wraith. ex-Wraith.*
...nah, Marik would be a Wraith Queen! And the Rod would be his - her, really cool Hive ship? Okay, brain breaking now, back to Carson.
***
Staff Meeting!
Weir: *wibble* I love you guys. *.*
Sheppard: We wuv you too. But you're getting mushy.
Guy: Sorry I'm late. >:)
Weir: Yeah, this is the creepy little spy they made me bring. >:/
Guy: What did I miss? >:)
Sheppard: *shiny smile of rage* Oh just, making reports. *thinking* You're interrupting family time, you little worm.
Rodney: Thanks. *nauseated expression, thinking* We can't have sex with him here. Ewwwww.
***
Military Guy: Dr. Beckett, where are you? You kind of left us alone with the ex-Wraith and it's creepy. Especially since I'm talking to you about them, possibly in hearing range.
Carson: Right. Well, not that this won't come back to bite us in the ass, but I think our ex-Wraith may have turned homicidal. Nathan didn't die by falling off this cliff, that I'm sure of. :/ ...you are making sure to stand close enough to the ex-Wraith that they can hear this, yes? But don't mention the word Wraith, so we can all act surprised when they put two and two together. I love this oblivious stuff. ^^
Military Guy: o.o Riiight. Look, could you come back here? It's gonna be dark soon, I don't to go hunting you in dark woods inhabited by creepy ex-Wraith.
unnamed ex-Wraith: o.o;;;
***
Guy: So. You already belong on the dark side, so -
Sheppard: >:o Hey! Just because I want to blow things up doesn't mean -
Guy: See! That sort of thing, right there. >:)
***
*creepy interlude of forlorn ex-Wraith being stalked by Carson*
***
Sheppard: I hate him!! I hate him I hate him I hate him!! Please can I kill him? >:/
Weir: *entranced by the shiny rage* What did he say? :)
Sheppard: What, aside from throwing mud on every decision you've ever made, ever? And trying to get me to turn on you?! *mutter* ... and saying I belong on the dark side...
Weir: *still highly amused, thinks* But that's why I like you. *out loud* Awww, you're all defending my honor. That is so, so sweet, but I'm afraid you can't kill him.
Sheppard: But! Pleaseee? *.*
Weir: Puppy eyes won't work, John. We have to send him back alive.
Sheppard: Damn, this sucks.
***
Back in the Elvish Concentration Camp, the concerns of random military have been proven prophetic! (As they often are.)
Carson: :o Look at the shining fire and the generally creepy atmosphere. It's like some evil Wraith seance. I've got to warn the others! *turns smack into Michael* Oh, hello, suddenly very Michael-looking Michael. I'd imagine you're incredibly pissed off now. o.o
Michael: You don't know the half of it. >:/
Carson: So I don't suppose you'd buy the lie we've been feeding you?
Michael: You want me to eat you, don't you?
Carson: *thinking* It was worth a shot. *out loud* But why kill Nathan if he was on the right track?
Michael: Because he was a stupid hot-head who was going to ruin my plan.
Carson: But with Sheppard gone with the ship, you're trapped here! There's no way out!
Michael: x.x Did you even hear me say I have a plan? How did I ever listen to you morons in the first place? >>
***
Rodney: O.o Tracking a Hive ship, ummm - not going to kill us? *fiddle, poke* Oh. Ooooh crap. It's going to get the other Wraith and Carson.
Sheppard: See! See why you should have let me kill them!
Weir: I'm not acknowledging that glare.
Ending here because I have to run to work.
Note to self- when did I start fangirling Michael? Because that's a bit creepy. >.>
ETA - It occurred to me at work, of course. Michael = Bakura. "I am ever so sincere. You'll believe everything I say, despite all common sense - I'm that convincing. Innocent of all malice. Watch as I strive to do the right thing! ^_^
It's just that there's this tiny hitch of my plotting your destruction behind your back, because I'm not who I seem to be. >:) "
Picking up where I left off!
Although I will say, since I'm rewatching it - the thing that makes Michael so sinister when they find Nathan is that his voice goes calm. The music is more sinister than his voice, and yet - because it's Michael saying it, it is to meep. o.o!
Also I don't think I caught it, with the gleeful mocking and squee, but there's this vibe between Weir and the Guy. Like she almost feels sorry for him because his job sucks, but not quite. And when Sheppard storms into her office, all 'ARGH! Can I hurt him, please?!' she does point out that they've got a basically decent worm who might be useful if they don't tick him off.
Guy, meanwhile, is still very much trying to get hooks into the Atlantis crew - but not quite as slimly as I would have expected. And although my reaction is pretty much Sheppard's? I think Elizabeth is on the right track. ^^;;
Ooooh - and I forgot, Michael told Carson part of the plan is to use the still-ex-Wraith to feed the Hive ship they've called.
Okay! All caught up, think I've caught the nuances that I missed during the first part, now:
***
Staff Meeting + Our New ISO-Guy:
Guy: I think you might have a spy. Let's tick off your allies, to start with, and...
Teyla: Excuse me?! You are not insulting the Athosians and -
Weir: Mister Woolsey, do you think we post this kind of information on the city bulletin board? (Actual line. Cannot get better than that. XD)
Sheppard: If someone with that much information sold us out, they'd be coming here, not a backwater with ex-Wraith on it. (I swear he doesn't know how bad that sounds.)
And this grim staff meeting continues, ending with Weir sending them out in the Hive ship they still can't control, and a brief shot of Guy that was focused on Rodney? But you can see this 'I don't believe you're sending them out to die' look.
Rodney, of course, looked like Rodney Not Wanting To Die Now - which is to say nauseated.
And the whole time? They weren't really discussing the ex-Wraith. I got the impression the Team knows or suspects the ex-Wraith called this Hive ship, but they weren't willing to say so in front of Woolsey. (Who knew he had a name? ;p)
***
At the Concentration Camp That Isn't, with the Wraith Who Are Not - and Some Who Are:
Michael is molesting Carson! *waves tiny fangirl flag*
Okay, not actually, but. Carson is on his own medical chair, and Michael is circling him being all predatory Wraith-y and just. Yum. *buries head in hands* I am so utterly screwed with the fangirling. Objectivity just took one look at me and ran screaming in the other direction. XD
Carson: So, how many reverted Wraith am I surrounded by?
Michael: The ones you saw, a few others. We're planning to feed the others to the new ship when it comes.
Carson: That's hardly bloody fair. (Isn't it charming when he says these things? :P He's like Atlantis's little brother, still all innocent.)
(Except now Michael's got him. o.o)
Michael: *slightly amused* The strong survive. *more cynically* The stronger minds among us have been planning this even while on the medication. The weaker minds will remain so, thanks to the training you gave us.
Carson: Okay, look - do you not remember yet how much it sucked the last time you tried to rejoin the Wraith?
Michael: It will be better than remaining in your prison! >:/
Carson: Oh for !!! :/ Then why haven't you killed me yet?! There must be a reason!
Michael: I have decided that it is likely that Colonel Sheppard had failsafe measures in place against the possibility of our resurgent Wraith nature. You will naturally have been told of these measures, since you were left in charge of us.
Carson: *completely dumbfounded, and completely honest* Have you lost your mind?! There's no way off this rock, that was the failsafe!! O.o;
Michael: *suddenly two, three inches from Carson's face and leaning over him and okay I will not go on and on* How many years of your life will I have to take away before you tell me what I want to know.
Carson: *admirably in control, considering* That's hardly a threat, You're going to kill me soon anyway. *eyes flicking up and down across Michael's face*
Michael: *pleased? amused? hungry?!* You underestimate your own value, Doctor.
Carson: *frustrated now* x.x;; Look, they don't tell me this sort of thing. I'm just a doctor. *Michael pulls back, slowly straightening* You shouldn't've killed Morrison.
Michael: I don't like to question military men. *circling again* They're like our Wraith soldiers. Hardened. Stubborn. Unimaginative. Rigid thought patterns. *stop, look* You, on the other hand, are trained to have an open mind. And, you have a strong sense of empathy towards others.
Carson: *tired, resigned* It's not as strong as it used to be, believe me.
Michael: *leaning in again* You're exactly what I need. *Wraith telepathy echoes!!* Now, let us begin. *more Wraith echoes!!*
*** (Why must it cut then?!?! *stabbity! wanted more Michael/Carson!* ***
The incredibly lame cavalry in transit!
Teyla has to focus really really hard to fly this sucker. On the other hand, Teyla flying Wraith ship. All hail Queen Teyla! :D
Meanwhile, the John and Rodney show continues:
John: Can we kill things when we get there?
Rodney: If by kill things, you mean actually aiming the weapons, no. But they are turned on!
John: So not good enough. *insults!* Make it better!
Rodney: Oh, like I don't obsess over my own survival? Please. *points out flaw in John's plan of 'get there faster than the Hive ship!*
John: *frustrated at having flaw exposed!* *flail-expression* Oh just fix it! *flees before more flaws are exposed*
Rodney: *entirely through expressions* ...Uh, what just happened there? Oh never mind, no time to figure out John. Fixing, fixing...
***
At Atlantis, they're sending out actual cavalry! The Daedalus, though still limping, is functional enough for an apparently grumpy Hermiod to clear them. Caldwell to the rescue! :D
*waves a tiny flag for Caldwell too*
***
The lame cavalry - or should we say the suicide brigade? :P
Sheppard: *checks on Teyla, who is stressed but alright*
*general tense but efficient checking, no Hive ship, all clear!*
And then the lights come on.
All: Uh. >>
Rodney: A bunch of secondary systems just came online.
Sheppard: Genius, Rodney!
Rodney: *cautiously freaking* True, but - it wasn't me. *checking things* It's like they felt something and turned themselves on - oh, oh they're tied into the sensors, it - oh. *tones of imminent suckage* Oh, man, Wraith life signs.
Brief conference determines 30-ish Wraith, over 100 human, and no way to tell if any of those humans are Beckett & co without going down, which they proceed to with more discussion on the way. This includes Sheppard asking how they even called a Hive in the first place, and Teyla guessing about the Evil Seance - that a group acting in concert could increase their range.
But what kills me is the conversation as Teyla, Ronon and John are boarding their Dart to go to the surface.
John: What about the failsafe device, what kind of a kill zone are we looking at?
Rodney: Everything within a three mile radius is toast.
John: Are you sure about that? We've got no margin for error.
Rodney: A blast radius doesn't just stop at three miles -
Teyla: What about the ones that are still human?
*a moment of uncomfortable silence in recognition that Ma'at is still among us*
Ronon: *volunteering to break this silence!* There's nothing we can do for them.
Rodney: *slightly uncomfortable* Well, I suppose we could not incinerate them.
John: If Michael got his memory back, they could all know about Atlantis by now, and where to find Earth. Can't take that risk. We get our people out, give you the signal - you set off the nuke.
Rodney: *looking very uncomfortable*
Me: Nuke?! :O
*** only for a commercial, and then ***
Armed assault in the dark, quick, efficient and lethal. Teyla and John find Carson barely conscious, and Ronon found the remains of the military guys - flashes their dog tags.
Back on their ship - John calls Rodney, fills him in and gives him the all-clear: Light it up.
Three. Two. One.
***
Michael and two of the Elf-Wraith, crouched by an explosive that is distinctly not exploding.
Michael: Now you see what they really think of us.
Elf-Wraith: I don't understand. ?
Michael: The bomb is receiving a detonation signal. If I hadn't disarmed it, we'd all be dead. *looking inward*
***
John: *flat* Rodney.
Slight panic ensues while all confirm that yes, we have no explosions. :P It falls to Ronon to point out that the Wraith got to their bomb, and to Teyla to remind them that they cannot leave these people for the Hive ship to find.
***
The Wraith discover their two dead, and one asks if they should hunt for the prisoner. Michael says no, he's on their ship by now. Besides, he served his purpose.
"There is nothing left to do but wait for our brothers to rescue us, soon."
And on his word, though not without some lingering looks, the Wraith disperse. ...does this make Michael a Queen, I wonder? (Really I just had to say that. But then I also have to wonder at the status of a Wraith in Michael's position and whether Queens have the individuality that drones do not.)
***
On the ship that still has no useful weapons - No. Weapons.
Rodney says they couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, he does. :P
John specifies a stationary target, like on the planet? That, Rodney says they can do. That's easy.
John's expression is so very "What did you think I wanted to shoot?!" but he lets it go.
And over Carson's sweet objections *gives Carson a teddy* they open fire - Just in time for the Hive ship to finally show. O.O
John pushing for that extra bit of certainty that the Wraith planetside are dead, even as Rodney is telling him that the other Hive ship is hammering their own to pieces - not that they can't feel that.
Venting atmosphere.
***
Daedalus in transit.
Emerging in the wreckage of a Hive ship.
Caldwell: Lifesigns? *negatives* What about the planet? *more negatives* I see.
John's voice!: Daedalus, this is Sheppard, come in.
Caldwell: Sheppard, where the hell are you?
*amused and meaningful look from Teyla - which it takes John a moment to get*
John: ... Oh! Oh, right, sorry. *decloaks*
Pilot: We're picking up a jumper, sir, five life signs.
***
And, and. Okay. I must learn to pay attention to Weir's instincts, oh yes I must.
Because, Woolsey, he just. Essentially decided that Weir is The Leader for Atlantis and is going to lie on his report to ensure she remains so for the time being. Oh wow. XD
He said the decision to fire on the planet and eliminate any survivors was hers, and Elizabeth said "Um. No it wasn't. >>" and he brushed that off with hypotheticals of if they'd had time to call and ask her, and she's just staring. And XD "But the ISO"
Woolsey: Oh, the ISO doesn't need to know the truth - they don't want to know. See, in my job I've learned to lie in service of the greater truth. And the greater truth here is that you are an excellent leader for this place, and should stay forever. ..or at least for now. *walks off, requesting that they dial Earth*
Weir: *glassy-eyed O.o*
The End! Which, like all Ends in Atlantis, is actually a screaming pit of unanswered questions. The main one of which for me is: What the heck happened to Michael!? So help me you better not have killed Michael you little so-and-sos!! >:P