She was so marked up, and not in the interesting battle-scarred way anymore. He didn't even think that the enzyme could work to at least fix her skinned back. But he offered anyway.
"We can try injecting you with enzyme to heal you." he said "Never removed a tattoo before but perhaps someone on Atlantis could upon our eventual return."
While the war was over, there seemed to end to the work that needed doing. Farming had taken off well, even better when they had a large quantity of drones to do most of the hard work. Machines were suggested time and again but their crops had yet to grow big enough to warrant them. Besides, most ran on gas or diesel so they'd be dependent on Atlantis for that, which they were trying to avoid. Their best chance of making the work even easier was to change the dart's beaming technology to pick up mature crops. They promised they'd share this technology to Atlantis too upon getting it to work as it would improve their harvesting means as well.
They planned to return to Atlantis about two months from now to debrief them on all they'd accomplished. By then they'll have finished with the harvest and the territory division negotiations with the other hives will be complete.
With many hives gone, their territories were up for grabs. Though instead of hunting grounds, the systems would be scoured for prime farming land and even facilities and bases. Humans with small populations in poor conditions would be relocated to other planets to join up with better thriving populations. This would help the gene pools as well as help them get enough to eat. No one was being forced of course, and Atlantis was in charge of such matters, but thanks to the war, many planets only sported a few hundred. Once they got back on their feet, they could always return if they wished.
"Once you've eaten, rested, and we've caught one another up on the last few years, then we'll work on subduing your power again." he said. Only then he figured would she be settled in enough to even try.
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"We can try injecting you with enzyme to heal you." he said "Never removed a tattoo before but perhaps someone on Atlantis could upon our eventual return."
While the war was over, there seemed to end to the work that needed doing. Farming had taken off well, even better when they had a large quantity of drones to do most of the hard work. Machines were suggested time and again but their crops had yet to grow big enough to warrant them. Besides, most ran on gas or diesel so they'd be dependent on Atlantis for that, which they were trying to avoid. Their best chance of making the work even easier was to change the dart's beaming technology to pick up mature crops. They promised they'd share this technology to Atlantis too upon getting it to work as it would improve their harvesting means as well.
They planned to return to Atlantis about two months from now to debrief them on all they'd accomplished. By then they'll have finished with the harvest and the territory division negotiations with the other hives will be complete.
With many hives gone, their territories were up for grabs. Though instead of hunting grounds, the systems would be scoured for prime farming land and even facilities and bases. Humans with small populations in poor conditions would be relocated to other planets to join up with better thriving populations. This would help the gene pools as well as help them get enough to eat. No one was being forced of course, and Atlantis was in charge of such matters, but thanks to the war, many planets only sported a few hundred. Once they got back on their feet, they could always return if they wished.
"Once you've eaten, rested, and we've caught one another up on the last few years, then we'll work on subduing your power again." he said. Only then he figured would she be settled in enough to even try.