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Elizabeth is muttering in her sleep, obviously distressed.


i ni ce. Ne tε se bamanankan na kosεbε

"Vous ne pouvez pas voir qu'ils meurent? Vous les tuez"

Visions of starving children, being worked to death flash before her eyes. Their eyes are empty and lifeless as they look up at her, begging for her to do something. The children have been beaten, and the repatriation of just one child makes her tear up.

A man kene. Elle est malade. Elle a le paludisme

She's watching a little girl sleep fitfully in the throes of fever, whilst the foreman of the plantation stands there.

Suddenly his eyes glow, and she backs against the wall.

"Stay away from me."

He smiles, and she realizes that they're no longer in a hut in West Africa; instead, she's back on Atlantis.

"I have no need for you, Doctor Weir. Doctor Fraiser, however, will make an excellent queen," the Goa'uld says, his voice booming. "I am most confident she will be able to keep my slaves in line."

"No..."

She tries to move, but can't. She feels another presence behind her, and turns to see Charlie. A Charlie mutated by the Wraith bug. He picks her up by the throat, and she's choking.

"It's better for Atlantis this way," he says, almost sneering.


Elizabeth wakes up screaming.


[ooc: Mali's official language is French. The other language used is Bambara.

Date: 2005-10-22 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com
She laughs harshly. "It would have been harder for her life to have been worse."

Date: 2005-10-22 05:02 pm (UTC)
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"I know." She knows malaria, what it does to the body, and how it would affect a child. "But you made it better. You did what you could. I get the feeling it's hard to accept that you couldn't do any more, though."

Date: 2005-10-22 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com
"He wouldn't let us do anything. He hated the idea of foreigners - especially me, as this young girl, coming in and interfering with the way he ran his business."

Date: 2005-10-22 05:46 pm (UTC)
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"Who was he?"

Date: 2005-10-22 05:54 pm (UTC)
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"The foreman of the plantation. The one who worked those kids to death," she spat.

Date: 2005-10-22 06:03 pm (UTC)
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"Of course he didn't like you. You're a human being. He barely deserved the title."

Date: 2005-10-22 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com
She sighs. "I know. But even though they know this is going on, and even though it's supposed to be against the law, governments still won't do a damn thing about it."

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