fateandfortune | Just two vampires, traveling the galaxy... [For Todd the Wraith]

Rogue sat up slowly and watched him dress for a moment, considering the idea. It would be nice to be off the ship for a little while, it might even help get her out of this funk she was in, but she was concerned about one thing.

"Will it be safe for me?" she asked him, worrying one of the blankets between her fingers. "You said yesterday you'd be visiting the worshipper colonies. If worshippers aren't allowed on the alliance ships anymore but they see me traveling with you, how will they react to that?"

"Another group will be going to them, we'll be heading for the designated farmland. Should you see anything we should be doing differently I'd like your input. Atlantis has been reluctant about visiting this world because of the worshipers, who thus have been our only help in learning to farm." he answered, sitting down to pull his boots on. "You'll be safe, the worshiper colony is on a different continent than our farming land."

It was done this way to not only ensure the wraith left there didn't be tempted to feed on the humans, but also so that the humans didn't try to steal food or livestock from the wraith.

Nodding, she tossed back the covers and moved over to him, feeling small in her very human blue pajamas while he was in his full wraith uniform. She didn't mind the feeling, though - she might feel small, but she also felt protected with him.

"Then I'd love to go down to the planet," she told him with a smile, leaning over to set a kiss on his hair, smoothing a hand over those unruly strands, her fingers tracing the decorations left there. She still felt a constant thrill at having that small piece of him be hers.

He looked at her at the kiss but said nothing of it. He ought to be used to her little affections by now, but still, it was...strange.

After dressing and washing up, they headed down to the ship's bay where two transport ships were ready, one for the party going to the worshipers, the other to the farmland. When all were on board, the pilots steered them out of the bay and down to the planet. Their group consisted of Todd, Rogue herself and three others. Kenny remained on board in charge while they were gone, and to keep an eye on the distress signal

It was early morning when they stepped out into the bright and green. It was very warm and muggy compared to relatively cool, dry hive ship, and they stood on the edge of a very large cleared field. In half acre tilled earth there were the gardens, each had a different fruit or vegetable growing within the block, some farther along than others.

While Rogue and Todd walked at a languid pace, the others went over to the second transport ship to meet up with the wraith group that had been put in charge here.

"We have two more fields like this" Todd said to Rogue. "Unfortunately we don't know where the best place to farm will be but we picked spots where the weather is almost constant year-round. In another year we'll find out which plants do better where and transport the saplings if need be."

It had been months since Rogue had seen grass and touched real solid ground, and she hadn't realized how much she'd missed it. Atlantis was a lovely city, but there were no forests, no fields, and the air always smelled of saltwater. This place though, despite the warm wet air, was amazingly refreshing. She shrugged out of her leather jacket while they walked, carrying it while they surveyed the field.

"It was a good call to try here first," she told Todd while she stepped closer to one of the growing plants, smoothing a leaf between her fingers. "I think a lot of these will do well here. You'll probably need somewhere with a more temperate climate if you want to have a good harvest of things like corn and wheat, at least I think so."

She shifted her jacket to her other hand and adjusted her shirt slightly, the wet air making it stick to her skin - it was a little unpleasant after so long on the hive ship. "In areas that get colder, though, green houses would work well to keep crops growing year round."

He noticed how her clothes stuck to her. While it was warm compared to the ship, he was pleasantly comfortable thanks to his organic clothes which kept warmth in when it was cold and cooled the body when, like now, it was warm and wet. He'd have to see about getting her some wraith attire...especially if she were to be leaving the hive.

"Green houses...You'll have to describe how they work."

The others soon accompanied them on their way further down, some of the crops were ready for picking but they wanted Rogue's opinion before doing so.

The first block were filled with yellow tomato plants and most of them were indeed ready, each trying a bite of the freshly grown fruit-vegetable. It was sweet and tangy on the tongue and warm from the early afternoon heat.

While they tasted the tomatoes that were coming along quite nicely, Rogue explained the mechanics of a greenhouse. The general construction of using glass or clear plastic, the way sunlight turned into heat that was held within the structure by the soil and water, the type of ecosystem that developed and the best things to grow in them. Thankfully, she was able to go into a fair amount of detail since there had been a greenhouse back at the mansion that had been regularly used in their science classes.

As they moved on to the second block that was filled with potatoes, she advised they wait another few days before harvesting and replanting.

"Do you have any storage facilities for what's harvested?" she inquired, returning the growing spud to its dirt bed. "With this kind of climate, it might be hard to keep things from molding quickly."

One of the wraith pointed to a large hut sitting just before the treeline. "Its equipped to freeze, dry, and refrigerate anything we harvest, and there's two more in this area. The crops belong to the whole alliance after all, we can't take everything we pick on board." he said

"We'll take what we need to replenish our stocks, clean and store the rest, and leave it for the next hive to come through." Todd added as they moved onto strawberries. While there were plenty of plants, there were few to harvest. Apparently they did better the longer they remained in one spot so next year's yield would be better than the few handfuls they picked.

As they harvested what they could, they'd fill a basket or bucket with the item and one wraith would jog it over to the hut to clean and store right away.

Normally it was the drones that'd be doing this sort of work, but until a serum for their gene therapy could be created, they'd be stuck in hibernation, leaving the warriors the more menial tasks. However, it was good to see and complete for themselves what was ripe, what wasn't and so on so that when they passed on the orders to the drones, it would be easier for them to make fewer mistakes.

Once Rogue gave the okay for each crop, another wraith would mark it on his portable screen and they'd move onto the next. Todd and his group were here as inspectors, the wraith that were here when they arrived would remain until their next trip. By then of which they hoped the drone's gene therapy would be complete.

Their storage facility was incredibly impressive, and would be more than useful when they got their operation running at full-scale. She could picture the place in a few years, the drones tending to crops and the stores full and waiting for alliance ships to restock their pantries. It would be a good system, one that work exceptionally well once they were able to keep the drones here long-term.

Rogue was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to get her hands dirty, as it were. She could tell herself whether most of the fruits and vegetables were ready for picking, and for the ones she was less familiar with, there was usually someone in her head willing to volunteer some information. They had done really well in their planting and organization, and only once did she suggestion relocating one of the varieties to a raised bed in the hopes that it would do better - the ground seemed a little too wet for the roots as it was.

By the time they'd gone through the whole field, her hands were caked with dirt, and the bottom halves of her pants and shirtsleeves had soil clinging to them that was hard to shake. But she didn't care. She didn't even notice the streak of dirt along her neck.

Since each field was identical to the one they were in, the information she passed onto the wraith stationed here would then be transferred to those in the other fields.

For now however, Rogue, Todd, and the others that had come with them headed to the ship to fly to the livestock areas. They didn't need as much help with them as they did with the fields from Rogue but it wouldn't hurt to let her give any input she could offer.

The livestock fields and barns were were far more north than the vegetable ones, but the ride in the scout ship had barely been ten minutes long, everyone brushing dirt off themselves as they flew along. The wraith who were in charge of these were not from Todd's hive but another, having decided early on in this arrangement that having one hive be on the planet at all times was unfair in several ways.

As such, they were surprised by the appearance of the human beside the commander as they strolled up to the fence where the cattle were being kept. The field was quite large, the other end of the fence not visible from their location, and the cows and steers were turned out to graze in the green grass. They weren't the black and white ones Rogue might be used to be looked like a cross between the Pakistan Tharparkar and the Highland breed found on earth. One cow laying down nearby and chewing her cud moo'ed dolefully at them.

"How's this herd?" Todd asked the ranking member of the wraith in charge here.

"Well enough, we needed to bring in worshipers early on to help out with milking, breeding and birthing though." the wraith said, clearly not happy that he'd been given this job, which was understandable. Up until now all wraith were used to their food doing everything on their own, especially the dirtier bits of life. "Things will be easier when the gene therapy for the drones is spread."

"We'll be heading back to Atlantis soon enough." Todd said "With some luck, they'll have progressed on that front."

It was the first time that Rogue had been around wraith who weren't from Todd's hive, and she wasn't entirely comfortable with the way they were looking at her. She couldn't begin to interpret what those looks might mean, but she was at least fairly certain none of them were contemplating having her for dinner, which would have been the case with any wraith who hadn't already received the gene therapy.

While Todd spoke with the other wraith, she watched the cattle grazing, her gaze taking note of the large space and the way the animals filled it. When the topic of Atlantis came up, she turned to Todd and suggested, "It might be good to speak to the Atlantis crew about getting some dogs to help with herding the livestock. There are quite a few breeds on Earth that have been used to keep cattle in groups for easy handling, or getting them to different pastures for grazing. I'm not sure how they'd work with the drones, but if trained properly, I think they could be really effective."

Her discomfort grew as the strange new wraith focused their attention on her, and she tried not to let on how it affected her. Todd was still there beside her so she wasn't exactly afraid of the other wraith, but wasn't about to try joking with them like she occasionally did with the crew she'd gotten to know so well in the kitchen.

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"Dogs?" the wraith asked.

"Canines." Todd clarified, not liking how this one was looking at Rogue in a mix of confusion, disgust, and sizing her up for a meal, though he knew for a fact he'd taken the gene therapy.

Unlike he and his crew, who were regular visitors to Atlantis and were relaxed around humans-especially this one with them, other wraith like these didn't have nearly the amount of exposure as they did, just with worshipers.

"We shall look into it." Todd nodded to Rogue before the group headed to the stables. There were horses kept as well, as the wraith learned quickly they were far easier to get around on-and round up the cattle for the night-than trying to with a dart, which were very noisy and hard to maneuver in such a relatively confined area.

She stayed close to Todd as she walked to the stables, but she couldn't help but stop at one of the stalls to inspect the horse within. A few of the people in her mind had ridden at some point in their life, either simple riding or as part of a sport, and there was a sense of nostalgia circling her mind, feeding her own memories of the stables at the mansion. She'd never been much for riding herself, but she still reached out to smooth her hand along the nose of the horse, who sent a puff of breath at her playfully.

It was a struggle not to jump at the wraith that appeared close to her, especially with the way he was looking at her, the way he was holding his feeding hand. She glanced at him for just a moment, trying to keep her expression calm despite her racing heartbeat, and moved closer to the wraith she knew, the ones who knew her and didn't see her as a walking meal.

[ooc: Just found out David Bowie passed away :< So sad...]

"They seem to be well-taken care of." Todd said, wanting this inspection done with, but they still had several other livestock to check on before they could.

"Yes, we don't plan on eating them but they do receive some extra care." the wraith answered, then glanced to Rogue. "Much like pets..."

Todd decided to nip this in the bud right now. "She's not a pet, nor worshiper, nor food. She's a consultant, and those on Atlantis would not take kindly to finding out she was taken advantage of by you." While everything he said was true, they weren't exactly interconnected. Still, the commander knew his way around a lie to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was for this underling to cease his hungry looks.

The other frowned, but Todd out-ranked him, even if he was from another hive, and didn't press the matter, instead leading them to the pig pens next.

More like wild boars than your large pig oinkers back home, they were very vicious and their pen was electrified to keep them from butting against it. Still, they were being treated well too with full troughs and plenty of room.

"Unfortunately they are the worst to manage." the underling said

"You should have heeded our hive's advice and barter for ones from humans, not go collecting from the wild." said Todd.

"All those we looked at didn't have stock big enough to take from, and these are far larger in their weight." the underling elaborated. He was telling the truth, they were quite massive, but so were some of their tusks. Fortunately when it came time to slaughter, wraith stunners would make the job fairly easy, both for wraith and pig.

[ooc: It was heartbreaking news. He was such an incredible man.]

When the wraith had assumed Rogue was a pet, there was a brief moment in which she was incredibly afraid. Of this unknown wraith, of the knowledge that so many other wraith would see her in exactly that same light and would treat her no differently than every other human. She was like little more than an animal to them, a prize piece to be kept and used until the usefulness wore off. That realization had her pulse pounding so loudly in her ears that she almost didn't hear what Todd said afterward.

It would have been such a shame if she had missed it.

It was a masterfully crafted story, not entirely untrue but certainly not the way others were likely to tell it. And he had gone to the effort for her. Sure, it might be true that it was in his best interest to make sure nothing happened to her because Atlantis would react badly to such a thing, Colonel Sheppard in particular, but that wasn't all there was to it, not by a longshot. She had to put forth real effort to not smile at him, to save her reaction and gratitude for when they were in private. So instead she simply stayed close to Todd, trying to keep her head high to live up to the 'consultant' title.

She didn't get overly close to the pig pens though. Even she could see that this whole thing screamed of being a bad idea. All it would take was one wraith getting cocky and overconfident to get someone badly hurt or killed. But at the same time, the reasons for choosing these animals did have merit.

They moved onto the sheep next, woolly and many with young nearby, their baa'ing clearly heard as the group approached the field.

"They're quite simple creatures." the wraith said. It wasn't a compliment. "Rounding them up, even on horseback, has been very trying."

"You said something about dogs doing such work?" Todd asked Rogue.

She nodded and turned to address Todd specifically. "There are different kinds of dogs that have been bred for herding," she explained. "They're trained to respond to a series of commands, usually words or whistles, even hand gestures. They can keep the animals in place, round them up, herd them from one location to another... It all depends on how well they're trained and handled."

A glance at the other wraith, just for a moment. "There are also breeds that are good for protecting livestock from predators. If there's anything in the area that would find lamb a tasty dinner, it might be something to consider as well."

Todd resisted the urge to smile as she demonstrated her..."consultation" side.

The wraith seemed less aggressive after that, realizing she was indeed there for a purpose, not to just look at the pretty animals. He nodded and the fellow with him made a note on his tablet about that. "You said Atlantis would provide canines?" he asked

"No guarantees." Todd said firmly "They haven't even come to visit this planet yet to see our progress, but it will most definitely be brought up when we meet them again."

The other nodded again and they moved onto the goats. Which were not only more active than the sheep but less spooked by any that approached, one even head-butting a couple of them. The barn and open area for them seemed to meet Rogue's approval, which meant the tour was done and they could all head back to the ship to wash up after the busy day.

It was easy to see the change in the foreign wraith after their little demonstration, and it helped to set Rogue just a little more at ease. Enough so at least to enjoy the natural humor of the goats - they'd always been one of her favorite animals, despite their temperament.

As nice as it had been to get some fresh air, she was glad to be back on the ship. The cool, dry air was wonderful on her skin, and the dimmer lights were soothing after the tension she'd felt on the planet. She stretched her arms above her head when they arrive back at the ship, breathing in deeply and finally fully relaxing. It was good to be home.

After a quick word with the others to see how the worshiper colonies were fairing, Todd gave the order to set off for the distress signal once the ship was ready to endure hyperspace again. Then he and rogue went to his chambers, finding out that the shower ability had finally been incorporated into his bathroom. The tub had not been removed but now a new knob on the wall had grown and in a portion of the room, the water fell as hard or light as you liked.

Todd set about removing his clothes and putting them into the closest to clean, stepping up behind Rogue and resting his hands on her shoulders as she worked her own clothes off. He breathed softly in her hair, closing his eyes. "You did well as my consultant" he smiled.

"Thank you," she said with her own smile, stepping out of her near filthy jeans, adding them to the rest of her pile of things that she would put into the closet later. She had other things she could change into before they were clean. "It was a clever explanation, though I'd expect nothing less from you."

She set her hands on his and turned her head slightly to look back at him over her shoulder. "Thank you for protecting me down there," she told him softly. "Saying the things you did."

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"You're welcome. Other hives, while they've changed their diet, have not yet changed their habits. Eventually, perhaps, but for now, throwing them off before they can get any ideas is the best solution."

He stepped in under the comfortably hot spray, a wonderful change from soaking in a bath. It felt good after such a long day in the sun and dirt. His tired worked muscles were already healed, and his mind was drifting to the distress signal and possibility it might hold.

Eventually didn't seem like it would come very soon, with Todd's hive being the ones to have the most non-hostile interactions with humans. Rogue wondered idly how long it would take before the rest of his species took that step - old habits like that would be difficult to break, after all. What Todd had managed with his hive was little short of a miracle.

She watched him for a moment, reaching around to press at her back muscles that were sore from bending over so often to examine crops. "You're thinking about the ship, aren't you?" she asked him quietly, almost hesitantly. "The one with the distress signal. You're thinking about what we'll find there."

He looked to her and chuckled. "I'm getting to be more like a human if you can read what I'm thinking so easily" he grinned

"Yes, I am thinking of the ship, though the more I dwell on it the more I wonder just what happened to cause its disappearance in the first place." True he was also thinking about the obvious possible queen on board, but the ship itself was becoming more and more disconcerting.

He was only glad they weren't going to be the first to arrive and assess the situation. He was getting tired of being the hive who poked everything possibly dangerous first.

She smiled at his joke but just shook her head. He still wasn't much like a human, she was just getting used to his ways, and it made sense that he would be thinking of the thing looming in their future.

"It sure doesn't make sense that they'd just disappear to take a vacation, especially not with everything going on in the galaxy right now," she remarked, reaching up to carefully undo the braid he'd given her, the one she wore all the time now. "But I'm also living proof that a lot of weird things are possible."

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