stargate atlantis · sci-fi · military · amnesia · mystery · evan lorne · exploration · suspense · space station · leadership
The lights flicker, casting long, trembling shadows down the empty passage. Somewhere ahead, the measured tread of boots—Lorne’s squad, moving with cold purpose. They’ve already taken so many. Your breath hitches as you press against the wall, your mind a blank page. You don’t know who you are or why you’re here. All you know is the fear, and the faint hope that Tayla and Ronon are still out there, fighting to remember for you. A shout echoes from the intersection behind you. They’re closing in.