STARGATE ATLANTIS: The Furies (Book 4 in the Legacy series) (39 page)

“He ok?” Ronon knelt down on the other side, carefully not touching Rodney.

“He’s just unconscious,” Jennifer said, nodding sharply. “Good job.” She reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out the hypodermic, carefully rolled up his left sleeve and injected it into the vein. “We should have at least an hour or two with this, but I can’t give him more.”

“It’s not going to take us an hour,” Ronon said. He snapped a bracelet with a radio transmitter around Rodney’s wrist. That would allow the
Hammond
to lock onto Rodney as easily as to them.

Once again the world wavered, and Jennifer clutched at the floor to keep from falling. Rodney’s face swam before her eyes.

“Jennifer?” Ronon’s voice was concerned.

Her vision darkened. What was this? This wasn’t nerves. This wasn’t a fear reaction. Jennifer opened her mouth but nothing came out. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t see.

“Jennifer?” Sharper now. She thought maybe Ronon had grabbed her shoulder.

And then the world went entirely dark.

“I cannot remove the ZPM,” Teyla said quietly, opening her eyes.

“You mean the ship won’t take your orders?” John said, his hair dripping with sweat as he cradled the P90 in his arms.

“I mean that it cannot be removed,” Teyla said shortly. “It has been completely integrated with the ship’s systems. I cannot imagine who could have done this.”

“I can,” Radek said grimly. “Rodney.”

John swore. He looked at Guide. “And if we pull the damn thing we’ll blow ourselves up?”

“Immediately,” Guide said. “Instantaneously.”

“Ok, not a plan.” John looked back and forth between Guide and Radek. “Can you set it to overload? That will take a while to build up, right?”

“It will,” Radek acknowledged. “And yes, it can be set to overload.”

“You will destroy the ship, Sheppard,” Guide said. “And all else who are too near.”

“It is what Steelflower would do,” Teyla said. “To deny it to Death in revenge for her treachery.”

Guide looked at her, and she felt his words as much as heard them in her mind. *You are Steelflower in truth.*

*Yes,* she said. *I am.*

“I will set it to overload,” Guide said, coming around her to stand at the terminal. “We will have four minutes from when I am finished.”

“Understood,” John said, keying his radio on. “Ronon? What’s your status? We need to get a move on.”

The
Hammond
swam through a barrage of shots like a shark through a school of remoras, iridescent fire eerily beautiful as it danced around them, flaring blue off their shields. But the fire was less than before. Fully half the hive ship’s batteries were disabled.

And yet it had not come without a price. “Forward shields at 40 percent,” Major Franklin shouted over the din of equipment and people on the Hammond’s bridge. “Dorsal shield at 70 percent.”

“Understood.” The captain was at the engineer’s station, Lieutenant
Mills having been removed from the bridge with serious burns on his hands when the relays overloaded and sent feedback through the control panels, shorting out with a massive electrical surge. It was the dorsal shield that Sam was worried about. The lighter hull plating Dr. Kusanagi had used for repairs wouldn’t hold against a single shot if the energy shields failed.

The Darts still swarmed, but they were fewer as well. Hocken’s 302s were doing a good job. But even as she glanced up, Sam saw one of them take a wing hit, shearing through the superstructure and clipping the entire wing off. The 302 spun out of control, plumes of gas venting into vacuum. From the wing tank, Sam thought analytically at the same moment that she turned to Franklin. “Beam that pilot out of there!”

“I’m trying, ma’am,” Franklin said, an expression of concentration on his face as he bent over the board.

Sam looked back at the engineering board, toggling power. If she pulled it out of some other systems she could reinforce that dorsal shield…

“The infirmary reports they have Colonel Hocken aboard,” Franklin said, an expression of momentary triumph on his face.

“Good job.”

The helmsman put the
Hammond
hard over, looping entirely about some arbitrary center point, utter confusion for targeting aboard the hive ship. Every shot in the barrage was a clean miss. That took the stress off the shields for a moment, Sam thought. Good deal.

“Ma’am?” Franklin’s voice rose above the noise. “We have hyperspace windows opening.”

Oh not good, Sam thought, moving quickly from the engineering station to her own where she could get the other readouts. She could see the wavering, as though a fog had crossed the stars, then the northern lights shimmer as the windows opened not so far away at all. She could see for herself. She didn’t have to wait for Franklin to say it.

“We have two additional hive ships and three Wraith cruisers coming out of hyperspace.”

Queen Death’s reinforcements had arrived.

“Sheppard, we’re out of time.” John’s headset crackled with Sam’s voice. “We’ve got six, repeat six, of Queen Death’s ships out here. We’ve got to pull you out of there.”

John looked at Todd bent over the interfaces that controlled the ZPM, still setting up the overload. “Roger, we’ve got you. Give us another minute here. We’re setting up an overload.”

“We may not have a minute.” Sam’s voice was calm, but she’d never say that lightly. “You’ve got until we get in range.”

John looked at Todd. “How long?”

“Almost there,” Todd said, his eyes still closed in the interface.

“Ronon?” John opened his radio again. “Ronon, do you have Rodney? The
Hammond
is going to have to pull us out.”

“I’ve got a problem,” Ronon said. “Keller’s out cold.”

“Keller?” John looked at Teyla, who seemed equally confused. “Did she get stunned?”

“No, just collapsed. She’s having some kind of seizure.” His voice sounded ragged.

It only took John a second. “Ok. We’re going to work our way back to you. Stay where you are and we’ll come for you. You’ve got the beacons activated, right?”

“Yeah,” Ronon said.

“It is done,” Todd said, lifting his head. The ZPM in its cradle was glowing brightly. “We have four minutes.”

John opened his transmitter again. “Sam? Now is a good time.”

“I can’t do that right now.” The
Hammond
twisted and dove again, trying to get through. The cruisers had engaged immediately, coming in to form a screen around the damaged hive ship. Each half and a bit the size of the
Hammond
, they didn’t pack as much punch, but there were three of them. “The Asgard beams are short range.”

“Ventral shield at 50%,” Franklin said. “Dorsal at 60%”

Goddamn the dorsal shield. If Sam had been the type to swear on her own bridge she would have about that.

“We are losing the forward shield,” Franklin said.

Sam shook her head. “Reroute the power.” Which meant pulling it out of the others. Not good. She put her hand on the back of the helmsman’s chair, looking out over his shoulder at the battle raging. “Get us in close enough to get our people.”

“Ronon?” John spoke quickly, but his eyes were on the rest of his team and the ZPM now glowing brighter. “Ronon?” There was no answer. “Sam, pull Ronon out first. It’s the cluster of three beacons, not four. He’s got a medical emergency.”

“Standby.” Sam’s voice was clipped and the frequency riddled with static.

“Perhaps we need to find another way off this ship,” Teyla said.

“We will never make it back to the jumper bay in three minutes,” Radek said, scowling at the ZPM. “And there is not much point in going anywhere else aboard the ship, as it will be entirely destroyed as soon as the ZPM reaches critical mass.”

“Sam?” There was a sudden burst of stunner fire at the door, and John dove under a console, dragging Radek down with him. The Wraith had finally discovered they were in the ZPM room. Cadman had flattened herself against the far wall, while Teyla and Todd were behind the interface. The light of the ZPM grew brighter.

“Radek? Is it possible they could stop the overload if they got in here?” John yelled.

“Not a chance,” Radek said from somewhere smooshed beneath him.

John hit the transmitter again. “Ok. Sam, now is a good time.”

“I can’t…” John heard her say, then felt the familiar prickle, saw the familiar shimmer in the air as the beams engaged.

“…get you right now,” Sam finished.

The
Hammond
pulled up from an attempted dive between two of the cruisers, shields shaking with the strain of a near shield on shield pass. There was the scream of instruments. They’d connected, ventral shield against the cruiser’s shields, a bleed of power as the shields literally forced the ships away from one another, momentum blunted and deflected at the cost of enormous amounts of energy. The
Hammond
shook, inertial dampeners trying to compensate, and Sam was nearly flung off her feet.

“Damage report!”

“We’ve lost the ventral shield!” Franklin shouted over the screams of alarms. “Dorsal shield at 10%. Forward shield at 20%.”

A massive hive ship rotated before the
Hammond
, weapons blazing at last, Todd’s ship joining the fray. One of the cruisers was caught in its fire, incandescing as shot after shot plunged through the shield gap where the
Hammond
had damaged it. The shield on shield pass must have told on it as well.

“About time,” Sam said, her hands flying over the engineering station. “That makes it two on five instead of one on six. Sheppard? Ronon?”

Nothing but silence on the frequency. The amount of EM transmissions flying around the battle site effectively acted as jamming.

“Franklin, can you lock onto the radio transmitters on the hive?”

“No, ma’am!” Franklin didn’t look up from his instruments, sweat standing out on his brow, undistracted by the mayhem around him. “We are not close enough for a beam lock. And I am only picking up three signals.”

Sam tried again. “Sheppard?”

Smoke wreathed him, choking him, filling his lungs. The ship was burning, fires eating up all the available oxygen. They’d go out soon. Vacuum would claim their fuel.

Ronon gave Rodney’s legs a shove. Something had gone wrong. That wasn’t a surprise. He couldn’t raise Sheppard and he couldn’t raise the
Hammond
. It was time to find his own way off the ship while there still was a ship. One more shove, and Rodney was inside the tiny escape pod, head lolling back to expose green veined throat.

Coughing, Ronon dragged himself to his feet. One more time.

The rush of atmosphere caught him with Jennifer in his arms, and he staggered, caught in a maelstrom of air rushing toward some distant hull breach. It was all he could do to hold onto her and a bulkhead at the same time. He couldn’t make any headway. It tore away the smoke, but also the air. One deep breath, two. Overbreathe, because in a moment…

The rush stopped. Somewhere a bulkhead door had slammed shut, some crewman risking life and limb to seal a compartment. For now it held, but the ship was in its death throes.

The air was thin. Ronon held his breath, moving as slowly as underwater. The gravity was fluctuating too. Jennifer’s hair floated out behind her, her eyes rolled up in her head, unconscious. Maybe dying. He had no idea what was wrong. But if they stayed on this ship any longer they’d all be dead.

His vision was getting spots. Not enough oxygen.

A few more steps. He thought it was to the left. Jennifer felt light as a feather. One hand of hers trailed along, as though she had drowned. Oxygen deprived, just as he was.

His vision darkened. He felt the gap with his left hand. Light as this it was easy to shove Jennifer in. Dark. The release must be here.

The door irised shut, self contained systems activating.

Ten seconds. Twelve.

Ronon drank down deep gulps of air. No time to check on Rodney or Jennifer, their bodies sprawled together, dead or living. No time. The hive ship pitched, inertial dampeners failing.

Ronon hit the launch switch, and in a blast of miniature thrusters the escape pod separated, blasting out into fire.

“What in the hell?” John said, the barrel of his P90 rising as he looked around the chamber of the hive ship. He’d felt the tingle of beams, had a moment’s gratitude that somehow Sam had gotten close enough to grab them. Wrong.

Radek blinked owlishly, picking himself up from the floor, while Cadman drew in a breath of astonishment. Only Teyla seemed composed.

And Todd. He turned to a tall Wraith standing at a console, an expression very like pleased approbation on his face. “Well done, Ember.”

“Where are we?” Cadman demanded. “What happened?”

The Wraith at the console didn’t look fazed at all by Cadman being the one with the demands, and Teyla stepped forward, speaking formally to her as though they were barely acquainted. “We are aboard my ship. You have my gratitude for your part in combating treachery.”

John felt like he was still a step behind, but Cadman looked like she was about three steps back.

Teyla turned to the Wraith at the console, and the other three who had hurried in.

“My Queen,” one said, going to one knee. “We are relieved that you are safe.”

“Through the good work of my cleverman, Ember,” she said. “And the foresight of my Consort.” She gave Todd an inscrutable look. John held his tongue. He knew better than to mess with her when she was playing this game.