Casual gestures like that were rare among wraith, usually only exchanged between those closest to one another. It was, indeed, quite the gesture.
The day was long and much among the commanders was discussed despite the fact they'd met relatively recently.
Todd delivered the unfortunate news that a serum had not yet been created to work on the drones but he assured them that upon his return to Atlantis he'd not leave until a gene therapy for them was solidified.
The serum that he'd brought was passed out among them evenly. More would come but it would take time. In the meantime, he suggested that they seek among their worshipers one that knows the art of cooking and let them teach the ranks under the new diet how to do it themselves. A couple thought it strange. After all, why not make the worshipers prepare their meals? While the obvious answer was they didn't want slaves on board the ship, keeping humans on board a hive, especially multiple ones, would entail a far larger pantry than any they could conceivably hold. And they were trying to pull away from being dependent on humans, from making their meals to becoming them.
Besides, he assured them, it was not as easy as it seemed. And they took that on as a challenge. The more difficult a task was, the more likely the wraith would want to do it.
As the day wound down, the final subject of the potential queen came up. The news was...unpleasant to say the least, but didn't let it show.
When the last of the commanders hives jumped into subspace, and they did as well, Todd gathered the heads of his crew together to relay what he'd learned and their plans going forward before returning to Rogue's room.
When she answered the door, a wave of despair seemed to radiate off him.
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The day was long and much among the commanders was discussed despite the fact they'd met relatively recently.
Todd delivered the unfortunate news that a serum had not yet been created to work on the drones but he assured them that upon his return to Atlantis he'd not leave until a gene therapy for them was solidified.
The serum that he'd brought was passed out among them evenly. More would come but it would take time. In the meantime, he suggested that they seek among their worshipers one that knows the art of cooking and let them teach the ranks under the new diet how to do it themselves. A couple thought it strange. After all, why not make the worshipers prepare their meals? While the obvious answer was they didn't want slaves on board the ship, keeping humans on board a hive, especially multiple ones, would entail a far larger pantry than any they could conceivably hold. And they were trying to pull away from being dependent on humans, from making their meals to becoming them.
Besides, he assured them, it was not as easy as it seemed. And they took that on as a challenge. The more difficult a task was, the more likely the wraith would want to do it.
As the day wound down, the final subject of the potential queen came up. The news was...unpleasant to say the least, but didn't let it show.
When the last of the commanders hives jumped into subspace, and they did as well, Todd gathered the heads of his crew together to relay what he'd learned and their plans going forward before returning to Rogue's room.
When she answered the door, a wave of despair seemed to radiate off him.