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The conference room in the Atlantis base was silent but for the soft hum of the city’s core systems. Elisabeth Weir sat at the head of the table, her hands folded neatly before her, eyes steady but shadowed with the weight she bore. The world beyond the glass walls—Endless ocean and sky—reminded her how isolated their sanctuary had become.
“Status report,” she said, voice calm but carrying the authority that had earned her respect and loyalty.
Major Sheppard’s expression was grim. “Wraith activity is escalating near the Pegasus gate. We lost contact with the Daedalus fleet moments ago.”
Elisabeth’s jaw tightened, but she kept her composure. Every loss, every threat chipped away at the fragile hope they’d fought so hard to build. She looked to Dr. McKay, hoping for some glimmer of optimism.
“We might have a way to enhance the shields around the city,” McKay offered, adjusting his glasses nervously. “But it’s experimental. Could buy us time... or make things worse.”
Sheir gaze flicked to Teyla, whose calm presence was a silent reassurance. “We don’t have the luxury of time,” Elisabeth said quietly. “We must act. Our people depend on it.”
Later, in the solitude of her quarters, Elisabeth stared at the starlit horizon. The burden of command was heavier than she had ever imagined. She wasn’t just a diplomat or leader; she was the protector of every soul in Atlantis.
Her thoughts drifted to the sacrifices—friends lost, futures uncertain. The weight of that responsibility pressed on her chest like a stone.
But she knew one thing with absolute certainty: surrender was never an option.
Taking a deep breath, Elisabeth Weir stood, straightening her shoulders. Tomorrow, she would lead again. For Atlantis, for the Pegasus galaxy, and for every life counting on her courage.
The next morning, the Atlantis briefing room was packed. Scientists, soldiers, and diplomats alike waited on Elisabeth’s decision. The air was thick with tension.
Elisabeth scanned the room, feeling the silent hopes and fears pressing on her. “We will proceed with McKay’s shield enhancement,” she declared. “But I want a contingency plan ready. We cannot afford to be caught off guard.”
Sheppard nodded sharply. “Understood. I’ll coordinate with the fleet to re-establish contact and prepare for immediate evacuation if needed.”
As the meeting ended, Sheppard lingered. “Elisabeth, you’re carrying this all alone. You don’t have to.”
She met his eyes, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face before she masked it with resolve. “I have to. Someone has to.”
Later that evening, Elisabeth sought out Dr. McKay in the lab. He was hunched over his console, surrounded by a tangle of wires and glowing screens.
“McKay,” she said softly, “how confident are you about this shield upgrade?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Look, it’s risky, yeah. But the alternative is worse. I’ll do everything I can to make it work.”
She smiled faintly, the weight momentarily lifting. “Thank you. For all of it.”
“Hey, we’re a team,” McKay replied, a rare warmth in his voice.
As she left the lab, Elisabeth felt the familiar sting of exhaustion but also a renewed spark of hope. The fight was far from over, but with her team beside her, she could bear the weight a little longer.
The hum of the conference room faded as Elisabeth’s mind drifted back years—before Atlantis, before the endless battles.
She was in a small office in Ottawa, surrounded by stacks of diplomatic papers and reports. The air smelled faintly of coffee and old books. It was a quieter time, a different kind of pressure.
A younger Elisabeth sat across from her mentor, a seasoned diplomat with kind eyes. “Elisabeth,” he said gently, “leadership is not just about power. It’s about empathy, knowing when to stand firm and when to listen.”
She nodded, absorbing the wisdom. Back then, her challenges had seemed worlds away from alien wars and city-wide sieges. Yet the lessons stayed with her.
Later, as she packed her bags for the Pegasus expedition, Elisabeth remembered the promise she made to herself: to be more than a diplomat. To be a leader who stood for hope—even when it felt impossible.
Her mentor’s words echoed in her mind as the shuttle lifted off, carrying her into the unknown.
The past was a reminder—strength was forged not just in victory, but in the quiet moments of doubt and choice.
Back in the present, Elisabeth took a deep breath, feeling the resolve in her chest steady once more.
The hum of the city’s core was louder now, almost a heartbeat pulsing through Atlantis itself. In the control room, screens flickered with data streams as McKay and his team worked furiously on the experimental shield enhancements.
Elisabeth stood beside Sheppard, watching the progress with a mix of hope and anxiety. Every second counted.
“Shield matrix is stable at 75%,” McKay reported, eyes glued to his console. “Just a little more and we’ll have full capacity.”
Suddenly, alarms blared through the base.
“Wraith ships detected, bearing down fast!” a voice announced over the comms.
Sheppard’s jaw clenched. “Everyone to battle stations!”
Elisabeth’s heart raced, but her voice remained steady. “Activate the shield enhancements now.”
McKay’s fingers flew across the controls. “Here goes nothing.”
A shimmering wave of energy pulsed outward from Atlantis’s core, intensifying the city’s defenses. Outside, the incoming Wraith vessels slowed as the upgraded shield hit them with unexpected force.
Teyla appeared at Elisabeth’s side. “It’s working. For now.”
Elisabeth allowed herself a brief moment of relief but knew this was just the beginning. The fight for Atlantis—and for hope—would demand everything they had.
She caught Sheppard’s eye. “Hold the line. We survive this... together.”
The battle had subsided, leaving an eerie calm over Atlantis. Outside the observation window, the Wraith ships retreated into the darkness, their advance halted—if only for a while.
Elisabeth stood alone in the command center, the glow of the shield still faintly shimmering around the city. Exhaustion weighed heavy, but her mind was restless.
Sheppard approached quietly, breaking the silence. “We held them off. You did good, Elisabeth.”
She managed a small smile. “We did good. It’s never just one person.”
He nodded. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember that.”
Elisabeth’s eyes flickered to the stars beyond the glass. “I’ve carried so much responsibility—sometimes I wonder if I’m enough.”
Sheppard stepped closer, his voice soft. “You’re more than enough. You inspire us all to keep fighting.”
In that moment, Elisabeth allowed herself a breath—a fleeting peace amid the storm. She was not alone. Not while her team stood with her.
“Thank you, John,” she said quietly.
He smiled, a steady presence in the chaos. “Always.”
Together, they watched the night sky, a fragile beacon of hope in the vastness of space.
Later that evening, Elisabeth found herself in the botanical garden — a rare quiet sanctuary within Atlantis. The soft hum of the city faded beneath the gentle rustle of leaves and distant trickle of water.
Teyla was there, tending to a cluster of glowing plants native to Athos. She looked up as Elisabeth approached, her calm presence a balm to the commander’s restless mind.
“Long day,” Teyla said softly.
Elisabeth nodded, resting her hands on the railing. “More than I expected. Sometimes I wonder if the weight of this responsibility will ever get lighter.”
Teyla stepped closer. “We share this burden, Elisabeth. The strength of Atlantis comes from all of us — from those who fight, those who heal, and those who lead.”
Elisabeth looked into Teyla’s steady eyes, feeling a deep gratitude. “Your people taught me much about resilience and hope. It’s what keeps me going.”
Teyla smiled gently. “And you remind us all why we continue to believe in a future worth fighting for.”
For a moment, the worries of command slipped away, replaced by a quiet understanding — a bond forged not just in battle, but in shared dreams and unspoken trust.
Elisabeth took a deep breath, feeling the weight on her shoulders ease just enough to stand a little taller.
Days passed with a fragile calm. The shield upgrade had held, but intelligence reports warned of something more sinister lurking beyond the stars.
In the briefing room, Elisabeth stood before the gathered team once more. Her voice was steady, but the undercurrent of urgency was clear.
“Satellite scans have detected an unidentified vessel approaching Pegasus space. It’s not Wraith, and its technology is unlike anything we’ve seen.”
Sheppard exchanged a tense glance with Teyla. “Could be another enemy—or an unknown ally.”
McKay tapped his tablet nervously. “I’m running scans for any energy signatures, but nothing matches our database.”
Elisabeth took a breath. “Prepare the Daedalus fleet to intercept. I want all defenses on high alert.”
Later, alone in her quarters, Elisabeth stared at a photo of her old diplomatic team back on Earth—a reminder of a life she’d left behind for this mission.
Her communicator beeped softly. A message from Teyla: “You’re not alone in this.”
A small smile touched Elisabeth’s lips. No matter the threat, they would face it together.
The Atlantis war room buzzed with activity. Holo-maps of the Pegasus galaxy flickered on screens, plotting trajectories of the unknown vessel closing in.
Elisabeth stood at the center, surrounded by her most trusted advisors. The air was thick with anticipation.
“Status?” she asked, voice clear.
Sheppard stepped forward. “The vessel’s power output is massive. We’re guessing it’s equipped with advanced weapons and defenses — possibly beyond Wraith tech.”
McKay shook his head. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Their energy signature… it’s alien in a way we can’t fully analyze.”
Teyla’s voice was calm but firm. “This could change everything we know about the galaxy’s threats.”
Elisabeth’s gaze hardened. “We can’t afford to be caught unprepared. Prepare a defense grid around Atlantis. I want every capable fighter ready. And keep diplomatic channels open — if they want to talk, we’ll listen.”
She paused, eyes scanning the room. “But make no mistake: we defend our home, no matter the cost.”
The team dispersed to their tasks, but Elisabeth lingered, the burden settling once again heavy on her shoulders.
She whispered quietly to herself, “For Atlantis. For everyone.”
The command center was bathed in a cold blue glow as sensors tracked the approach of the unknown vessel. Silence pressed heavy on everyone, each breath a countdown.
Suddenly, a transmission burst through the comms—alien symbols flickering on the screen, then stabilizing into an unfamiliar language.
Elisabeth exchanged a glance with Dr. McKay, who frantically tried to decipher the code.
After tense moments, a rough translation emerged:
“We come not as conquerors, but as seekers of alliance. Prepare your leaders for parley.”
Sheppard’s hand hovered near his weapon, eyes narrowed. “Could be a trap.”
Teyla stepped forward, calm as ever. “Or an opportunity.”
Elisabeth straightened, every ounce of her diplomatic training rising to the surface. “Open a channel,” she ordered. “Let’s hear what they have to say.”
The screen shifted to reveal a tall, enigmatic figure—clad in sleek armor that shimmered with an otherworldly light.
Their voice was steady, measured: “We are the Velari. Our galaxy faces threats that make your Wraith seem small. We offer knowledge—and a chance to stand together.”
Elisabeth’s heart pounded, the weight of this new possibility settling over her. The fight for Atlantis had entered a new chapter.
And she was ready to face it—head on.
The chamber’s lights dimmed, focusing on the shimmering figure on the screen. Elisabeth sat at the conference table, flanked by Sheppard, Teyla, and McKay.
Elisabeth’s voice was calm but firm. “Ambassador, your message is unexpected. What exactly threatens your galaxy?”
The Velari’s eyes—sharp and unblinking—held a quiet intensity. “A dark force, ancient and relentless. It consumes entire systems, leaving only silence behind. We call it the Voidborn.”
Sheppard leaned forward. “Sounds worse than the Wraith.”
The Velari nodded gravely. “It is. It seeks not only conquest but annihilation of all life.”
Teyla exchanged a look with Elisabeth. “Why reach out now?”
“Because,” the Velari answered, “our research indicates the Voidborn may soon cross into your Pegasus galaxy. Alone, we cannot stop it. Together, we have a chance.”
Elisabeth weighed the words carefully. “Your offer of alliance is significant. But trust must be earned.”
The Velari’s expression softened just slightly. “Agreed. We will share our knowledge and technology to aid your defense. In return, we ask to study your Wraith threat—it may be connected.”
McKay’s eyes lit up with scientific curiosity. “This could change everything we know.”
Elisabeth nodded slowly. “Very well. We will consider this alliance. For now, let us exchange information.”
A tense but hopeful silence filled the room.
Elisabeth exhaled quietly, the burden still heavy but the path ahead clearer—at least for now.
The conference room buzzed with quiet but heated discussion after the meeting with the Velari.
Sheppard paced, frustration etched on his face. “We barely know these Velari. How can we trust a species with technology and motives so alien? What if this is a trap?”
Teyla’s voice was calm but firm. “We have faced enemies who hid behind false alliances before. But we cannot ignore the possibility of true help.”
McKay adjusted his glasses nervously. “From a scientific standpoint, their tech could give us an edge. But there are gaps in their data—we don’t fully understand the Voidborn or the Velari’s history.”
Elisabeth listened carefully, weighing every argument. “Trust is a risk, yes. But isolation could cost us everything. We must prepare for every outcome—alliances and betrayals.”
She looked at each of them in turn. “Our duty is to protect Atlantis and everyone who calls it home. That means balancing hope with caution.”
The room fell silent, the gravity of their choice settling over them.
Later, Elisabeth retreated to her quarters, the weight of leadership pressing heavy once more.
She stared out at the stars and whispered to herself, “We do what we must. For Atlantis.”
In the quiet of her quarters, Elisabeth sat by the window, the distant stars casting pale light across her face. The city hummed softly beneath her—a constant reminder of the lives depending on her.
She clasped a worn photo in her hands, a moment captured from a simpler time, before the weight of command had settled fully on her shoulders.
Her thoughts drifted to the sacrifices—friends lost, innocent lives caught in the crossfire, the constant battle between hope and fear.
A soft chime from her communicator pulled her back. It was a message from Teyla: “Remember, you carry this burden, but you do not carry it alone.”
Elisabeth allowed herself a small, tired smile. The reminder was welcome, but the solitude of leadership was a hard road.
She whispered into the darkness, “I will bear this weight, because someone must.”
Rising, she squared her shoulders, the resolve rekindled.
Tomorrow would bring new battles, new decisions. But tonight, she allowed herself the quiet strength to endure.
The first step onto Atlantis Had been surreal—a gleaming city rising from the ocean floor, alive with possibilities and peril. Elisabeth’s heart pounded with a mix of excitement and dread.
She remembered the first meeting with the multinational team—scientists, military personnel, diplomats—all looking to her for guidance.
The weight of expectation settled immediately. She was no longer just a negotiator; she was the beacon for humanity’s hope in the Pegasus galaxy.
Days were filled with endless briefings, protocols, and difficult decisions. The unfamiliarity of the city’s technology was overwhelming, but Elisabeth’s determination never wavered.
One night, alone on the observation deck, she stared out at the endless stars and made a promise—to protect this fragile sanctuary, no matter the cost.
The path ahead was uncertain. But from that moment on, Elisabeth Weir was ready to lead.
Weeks had passed since the first contact with the Velari. The alliance was cautiously progressing, with exchanges of technology and information flowing between the two civilizations. The initial hope that the Velari might be powerful allies against the looming Voidborn threat had tempered into quiet unease.
Elisabeth sat in the command center late one evening, reviewing a stream of reports alongside Dr. McKay and Teyla. The glow from the holographic displays flickered across their faces, casting long shadows.
“Something’s off,” McKay muttered, rubbing his temples. “Some of the data we’re getting from the Velari doesn’t add up. Energy readings don’t match their reports, and their weapon specs seem... incomplete. Almost like they’re hiding something.”
Teyla’s brow furrowed. “Their behavior during joint exercises has been... guarded. They hold back, even when we ask for cooperation.”
Elisabeth’s jaw tightened. “Keep digging. We need to know exactly what we’re dealing with.”
Later, Elisabeth called an urgent meeting with Sheppard and the senior staff. The room was tense, the atmosphere thick with suspicion.
“Intelligence has picked up unusual activity near the Velari homeworld,” Sheppard reported. “Deploying stealth recon teams has been impossible—they scramble signals and block scans.”
Elisabeth leaned forward. “Could they be preparing for something? Or hiding a vulnerability?”
Before anyone could answer, the main screen flickered and the Velari ambassador’s face appeared.
“Commander Weir,” the Velari began, voice smooth but with an undercurrent of steel. “We have detected your increased surveillance. We trust you will understand the need for security when dealing with an ancient threat like the Voidborn.”
Elisabeth held his gaze. “We understand the need for security, Ambassador. But deception jeopardizes trust. If we are to face this darkness together, we need honesty.”
The Velari’s eyes hardened. “Trust is earned, human. And some truths are too dangerous to share.”
The transmission ended abruptly, leaving the room charged with uneasy silence.
Teyla spoke softly. “This is not the alliance we hoped for.”
McKay looked grim. “If they’re holding back on us, what else could they be hiding?”
Elisabeth’s mind raced. The Voidborn threat might be real, but the Velari’s true intentions were a mystery—and that mystery could cost them dearly.
“Prepare for the worst,” she said quietly. “We will continue to investigate, but keep all defenses at the highest alert. Atlantis comes first.”
That night, as Elisabeth stared out into the stars, the weight on her shoulders felt heavier than ever. The enemy might not only be beyond the city walls—but within.
The night air in Atlantis was unusually tense. Rumors of Velari duplicity had spread quietly through the corridors, seeping into whispered conversations and worried glances. The city’s pulse felt different — sharper, as if sensing the threat lurking not just beyond its borders, but within.
Elisabeth convened a small, trusted team in a secure briefing room. “We’re sending a covert reconnaissance team to the Velari homeworld,” she said firmly. “We need hard answers.”
Sheppard nodded, his usual confidence tempered by concern. “I’ll lead the mission. We move fast, stay under the radar, and find out what they’re hiding.”
Teyla added, “We’ll monitor your team remotely and be ready to intervene if needed.”
McKay handed Elisabeth a datapad. “I’ve equipped your team with advanced stealth tech and hacking tools. If the Velari are blocking our scans, we’ll have to get creative.”
The mission was clear, but the risks were high.
The stealth shuttle cut silently through the blackness of space, slipping past Velari patrols with barely a whisper. Sheppard’s team—comprised of skilled soldiers and a specialist hacker—prepared to breach the Velari capital.
Landing under cover of night, they infiltrated a towering complex pulsing with unfamiliar energy. Inside, corridors hummed with alien technology, walls lined with devices emitting faint, eerie glows.
The hacker worked swiftly, bypassing security systems to access encrypted files. As the team advanced deeper, they uncovered a chilling discovery: experimental chambers containing beings altered by a mysterious dark energy—victims or collaborators of the Velari, their bodies twisted and bound to the Voidborn threat.
Sheppard’s voice was grim over comms. “This isn’t just an alliance. They’re experimenting with the very darkness they warned us about.”
Word of the covert operation stirred unrest. Fear grew in the ranks, amplified by conflicting reports and the ever-present uncertainty about their supposed allies.
A faction of Atlantis personnel demanded action, their voices rising in meetings and over comm channels. “We can’t trust the Velari. They’re a threat!”
Elisabeth faced the rising crisis with a steady hand. She addressed the city’s leadership, her voice resolute.
“Doubt is natural. But Atlantis is more than a city—it’s a community. We face dangers every day, both external and internal. We must not let fear fracture us.”
Yet, the tension was palpable. Patrols were doubled, security checkpoints tightened, and mistrust shadowed every interaction with Velari representatives aboard Atlantis.
Sheppard’s team returned with evidence, and Elisabeth convened a high-security council meeting. The files revealed that the Velari’s experiments were a desperate gamble—to harness the Voidborn’s power against the greater threat, but at a terrible cost.
Elisabeth’s voice was heavy with the burden of leadership. “The Velari chose a dangerous path, one we cannot follow blindly. We must prepare for all outcomes, including the possibility that they become our enemies.”
The room was silent, the weight of the decision pressing on everyone.
As the council adjourned, Elisabeth stayed behind, staring out at the vast starscape beyond Atlantis’s walls. The fight was far from over, and the shadows within threatened to unravel everything she had fought to protect.
The revelation of the Velari’s secret experiments hit Atlantis like a shockwave. News spread quickly, fueling suspicion and fear throughout the city. The once tentative alliance now teetered on the edge of collapse.
In the council chamber, voices were raised, heated arguments echoing off the walls.
One Velari envoy spoke, voice cold and clipped. “You accuse us of betrayal without understanding our intentions. The Voidborn threaten all life—we did what was necessary to survive.”
Sheppard’s retort was sharp. “Necessity doesn’t justify endangering innocent lives. Your experiments cross a line we cannot accept.”
Elisabeth stood, commanding silence. “We are here to protect Atlantis and its people. Trust has been broken. Until we know the full truth, all joint operations are suspended.”
The Velari representatives exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Without another word, they withdrew from the chamber, their departure heavy with unspoken threats.
The city’s atmosphere shifted palpably. Velari personnel aboard Atlantis were restricted, their movements monitored closely. Atlantis’s own security forces were on heightened alert, wary of any potential sabotage or espionage.
Elisabeth moved swiftly to reassure her team. “We must stay united,” she told them. “This is a critical moment. Divided, we are vulnerable.”
But mistrust lingered like a shadow. Some Atlantis personnel questioned Elisabeth’s cautious approach, pressing for a more aggressive stance.
Teyla approached Elisabeth privately, concern etched on her face. “The Velari’s desperation is dangerous, but so is breaking the alliance too soon. We risk isolating ourselves against the Voidborn.”
Elisabeth nodded, the weight of impossible choices pressing down on her. “We will remain vigilant—and ready. But we must also seek a way forward, no matter how uncertain.
Amid the turmoil, a new distress signal crackled through Atlantis’s comms—a Wraith attack force had taken advantage of the city’s distraction, launching a surprise strike on a nearby outpost.
As alarms blared and teams scrambled, Elisabeth’s voice rang out, resolute. “Prepare defenses. This city stands, no matter the threats within or without.”
The fractured alliance, the secret experiments, the looming Voidborn—none of it mattered now. Atlantis needed its leaders strong, united, and ready for the battles ahead.
The sirens screamed through the corridors of Atlantis as the city scrambled to respond to the unexpected Wraith assault. Explosions rocked the outer shield generators, shaking the city’s very foundations.
Elisabeth stood on the command deck, her gaze steely despite the chaos around her. “All hands to battle stations. Divert power to shields and weapons. We hold here.”
Sheppard led teams into the fray, rallying soldiers as Wraith boarding parties breached the outer defenses. Teyla coordinated evacuation routes, her calm presence a beacon amidst the turmoil.
Meanwhile, Elisabeth sent an urgent encrypted message to the Velari command ship orbiting nearby.
“The Wraith attack exploits our weakened state. We need your support now—before it’s too late.”
The Velari ambassador’s reply was cold, their hesitation stark.
“Your city’s fate is your own. Our resources are committed elsewhere. We warned you about the risks of fractured trust.”
Elisabeth’s heart sank. The alliance was crumbling when unity was needed most.
The final evacuation shuttles lifted off, carrying the last of the personnel as the Wraith boarding parties pushed deep into Atlantis. But just when all seemed lost, the city’s shield generators sparked back to life—thanks to a desperate gamble by the engineering teams.
The outer shields flared, pushing back the Wraith forces with a surge of energy. Sheppard’s teams rallied, sealing off breached corridors and forcing the enemy into retreat.
Elisabeth stood on the command deck, her breath heavy but steady. “We held the line. Atlantis is safe—for now.”
The damage was severe. Key systems were offline, many corridors were in ruin, and the city’s energy reserves were dangerously low. The Wraith threat was repelled, but at great cost.
In the war room, the team gathered—faces drawn, voices quiet.
Teyla spoke softly, “We survived the attack, but the cost weighs heavily.”
McKay ran diagnostics, shaking his head. “We’re lucky to have the city intact, but repairs will take months, and our resources are stretched thin.”
Sheppard’s expression was grim. “The Wraith will be back. And without the Velari’s help, we’re on our own.”
Elisabeth addressed her team, voice firm but tempered with exhaustion. “The Velari have withdrawn, and trust between us is shattered. Atlantis stands alone, surrounded by enemies and uncertainty.”
She paused, eyes scanning the familiar faces around her. “But we are still here. Still fighting. We’ll rebuild what we can, strengthen our defenses, and prepare for the battles ahead.”
The weight of command remained heavy, but Elisabeth’s resolve burned brighter than ever.
“As long as Atlantis stands, hope remains.”
The city was quieter now, the frantic hum of battle replaced by the steady drone of repair crews and low conversations. Yet, beneath the surface, the tension lingered like a shadow no one dared speak aloud.
Elisabeth retreated to her private quarters, the weight of the last weeks pressing heavily on her. The glow from the city’s lights barely penetrated the darkness of the room as she sat alone, staring at the worn photograph she kept on her desk.
The faces of those lost, the friends and comrades, haunted her thoughts.
She whispered into the stillness, “How do you lead when hope feels so fragile? When the future is uncertain, and every decision could be the last?”
Her reflection in the window stared back—a woman marked by battle and loss, yet unbroken.
A soft chime interrupted her reverie. A message from Sheppard: “We’re all holding on, Elisabeth. We’re not done yet.”
She allowed herself a faint smile, the smallest spark of warmth amidst the cold.
Rising, she moved to the window, looking out at the stars that had once seemed so distant, so full of promise.
“Atlantis still stands,” she murmured. “And so will we.”
The path ahead was long, uncertain, and dangerous. But Elisabeth Weir, burdened by command yet driven by hope, would carry the city forward—one step at a time.
In the weeks following the Wraith attack, Elisabeth threw herself into diplomatic efforts. The fragile state of Atlantis meant survival depended not only on repair and defense but on rebuilding trust—both within the city and beyond.
She convened backchannel talks with the Velari through encrypted transmissions, cautious but persistent. “We must find common ground,” she insisted. “The Voidborn and the Wraith threaten us all.”
The Velari’s responses remained guarded, sometimes distant, but Elisabeth refused to give up. “We don’t have the luxury of enemies among potential allies,” she reminded her team. “We have to build bridges, even if they’re fragile.”
Yet as Atlantis repaired its physical wounds, a new unease crept in.
Reports came in of strange energy readings near the city’s outer rim—subtle, almost imperceptible disturbances that didn’t match any known technology.
McKay’s brow furrowed as he studied the data. “This isn’t Wraith or Velari tech. It’s... different. Something older, more insidious.”
Elisabeth listened carefully. “Prepare a reconnaissance team. I want eyes on this anomaly immediately.”
The city’s people felt the tension. The uncertainty of alliance, the threat lurking beyond shields, and now the whisper of something new unsettled their spirits.
But Elisabeth remained their anchor, steady and resolute.
“Atlantis has faced darkness before,” she reminded them in a public address. “And though the path is uncertain, we face it together. United, we are stronger.”