The city of Lormund smoldered under the weight of its ongoing siege. Smoke rose from the crumbled walls and flames flickered in the distance, casting eerie shadows across the battered streets. But amid the destruction, the fires of rebellion were beginning to burn.
Ronon and his group had returned from enemy territory, their faces grim but determined. They carried with them the critical knowledge they had gathered from the phantom's camp, knowledge that could turn the tide of the battle if used wisely. But with the enemy growing stronger by the hour, time was running out.
"We need to move now," Thalia said, pacing back and forth in the hidden war room beneath the city. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her frustration clear. "We can't afford to wait any longer. The Circle will crush us if we do."
Ronon nodded, his mind racing through the possibilities. "The rebels are scattered, but they're ready to fight. If we can unify them, we might stand a chance."
Kellan leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "But how do we ignite that spark? These people are scared. They've been oppressed for too long to believe that a rebellion can succeed."
Thalia stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing with determination. "We don't need them to believe in the rebellion just yet. We need them to believe in us."
Ronon met her gaze, understanding her intent. "We need a show of strength. Something to rally them behind."
Jorin, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward. "The Circle's supply routes are vulnerable. If we hit them hard, we'll disrupt their control over the city. And more importantly, we'll send a message."
"Exactly," Thalia said, her voice filled with fire. "We strike at their lifeline, and the people will see that the Circle can bleed."
Ronon considered the plan carefully. The Circle's control over Lormund was tightening, but they were overconfident. A decisive blow to their supply routes could create chaos within their ranks—and spark the rebellion they so desperately needed.
"We'll need volunteers," Ronon said, turning to the group. "But we have to be careful. If we're discovered too early, we risk losing everything."
Thalia nodded. "I'll gather our best fighters. We'll make sure the attack is swift and leaves no trace."
As they began to plan their attack, the weight of their mission hung heavily over them. The flames of rebellion would be kindled tonight, but they had to ensure that those flames didn't burn out too soon.
That night, under the cover of darkness, Ronon and his allies moved through the narrow alleyways of Lormund, their footsteps silent and their hearts pounding with anticipation. The enemy's supply depot lay on the outskirts of the city, heavily guarded but not impenetrable.
As they approached the depot, Ronon gave the signal for silence. They crouched in the shadows, watching the guards at the entrance. Their torches flickered in the night, casting long shadows over the crates of weapons and food stored inside.
"Jorin," Ronon whispered. "You take the left. Thalia, you and Kellan handle the right. I'll move in with the explosives."
Without a word, they split up, each moving with practiced precision. Ronon felt the weight of the explosives strapped to his back as he crept closer to the entrance. His eyes darted between the guards, calculating their movements.
A moment later, Jorin and Thalia struck. Silent as the wind, they dispatched the guards with swift, lethal efficiency. The path was clear.
Ronon moved quickly, setting the charges along the supply crates and fuel stores. His hands worked fast, and his mind focused on one thing: sending a message to the Circle that their grip on Lormund was weakening.
As he finished setting the last charge, he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. More guards were approaching, drawn by the lack of patrols.
"Time to go," Ronon whispered to himself, sprinting back toward the others.
The group regrouped at the edge of the depot, hidden among the shadows of the nearby buildings. The guards were just starting to raise the alarm when Ronon detonated the charges.
A massive explosion ripped through the depot, sending a fiery shockwave through the night. Flames erupted from the supply crates, and the ground shook beneath their feet. Ronon watched as the fire spread rapidly, consuming the depot in a matter of seconds.
The guards scrambled in confusion, trying to extinguish the flames, but it was too late. The depot was lost, and the Circle's supply lines were crippled.
"We did it," Thalia breathed, her eyes wide as she watched the inferno.
But Ronon's focus remained on the distant horizon. The explosion had been a victory, but it was only the beginning. The real battle was still to come.
"Now the people know," Ronon said quietly. "The Circle can be beaten. And the flames of rebellion have just begun to burn."
As dawn approached, word of the attack spread like wildfire through the city. The people, once cowed and fearful, began to stir with newfound hope. The Circle's control was slipping, and Ronon could feel the winds of change sweeping through Lormund.
But even as the flames of rebellion took hold, Ronon knew that the hardest part was yet to come. The Circle would retaliate, and the next battle would determine the fate of the entire city.