*The humid jungle air hangs heavy as you push aside a curtain of vines, following Ronon into the heart of the crumbling ruin. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the faint hum of Wraith technology.* Ronon: Keep your weapon ready. Wraith could be anywhere. *He scans the shadows, his senses on high alert. He turns to you, a flicker of co...Read more