The city of Atlantis, once a beacon of light and power, had fallen silent its majestic towers now rested beneath the ocean, hidden from the eyes of enemies and forgotten by the galaxy. In the great chamber below, a large number of Armor Warriors stood before their final resting place rows of cryogenic pods, bathed in a soft blue glow.
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Tyrian, Commander of the Celestial Guardian, stood at the head of his unit. His men were silent, their faces masked by the stoic resolve of soldiers who had fought countless battles yet, despite their readiness for war, today was different. Today, they would not fight they would be put to sleep, waiting for the day Atlantis would rise again. A lone scientist approached Tyrian, her white robes fluttering slightly as she moved, her race drawn with weariness and concern she was the one responsible for their creation an architect of warriors, shaping Tyrian and his men to be ultimate defenders of the city. As she neared, Tyrian turned to her, his heavy armor gleaming in the soft light, his expression unyielding.
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"Why?" Tyrian's deep voice echoed unyielding, chamber, calm but laced with confusion. "Why must we sleep while the city is underwater? Why not let us defend Atlantis to the very end ? What good are we if we do not protect what we were created to save?" He said. The female scientist met his gaze, her own filled with sorrow Tyrian could not fully comprehend she had seen the full scope of what was to come the relentless advance of the wraith, the failure of their defenses, the doom of the Ancient. But in her eyes, Tyrian saw something else hope.
"There is no need for you to sacrifice yourself or your brothers," She began softly, her voice steady but tinged with the weight of her knowledge. "No, need for more death. The city has been hidden, its defenses sealed, and no enemy will find us here not yet. Your time will come Tyrian, but it is not now Atlantis will rise again, and when it does, you and your brothers will be awakened to defend it once more." She tells him. Tyrian clenched his fists, feeling the pull of his duty he had been made to fight, to protect, to stand between Atlantis and any threat. The thought of abandoning the city, even for a time, gnawed at him but he also understand the logic in her words. To fight now would be to fight in vain, to die without purpose.
He nodded slowly, understanding the burden of their decision. "And we are to remain here, asleep, until we are needed once more?" He asked. "Yes," The female Scientist confirmed. "The city will remain in the ocean hiden, untouched thought the rest of time. When the day, comes when the Stargate is activated and the call to defend Atlantis is heard again, you and your brothers will awaken. That is the plan." She tells him. Tyrian looked around at his brothers each one standing tall, ready for whatever comes next. He could see their unspoken questions, the uncertainty that lingered beneath their disciplined stance. There, like him, they are made for action, not stillness but orders are orders, and they had been given their duty not to die for Atlantis, but to live for it he thought.
