Sorry, had to cut it into smaller parts, there's still another to come.
Eleven minutes had elapsed since Rodney stepped off Sauna World, and the gate room was now fully lit and operational. He’d identified the closest stargate to ‘141 and was now accessing schematics of the solar system to estimate travel time. Sheppard was not going to last long. If the shock didn’t kill him, exposure would. And that was if he didn’t pass out first. Rodney tried not to think about one of those big jungle cats helping itself to a colonel kebab.
Which reminded him, he should have something to eat. He’d had nothing for over three hours.
Rodney glanced away from his computer screen for a second. Carson Beckett and Elizabeth Weir were staring at the live feed of the MALP transmission. Both of them looked thoroughly appalled, but Weir especially seemed to be having trouble believing her eyes. Further away, Ronon was pacing back and forth in front of the gate. Teyla was down there saying something to him, no doubt trying to calm him.
All so very helpful. Rodney realised Elizabeth was staring at him.
“Why would anyone put something like that in front of a gate?” she asked.
Rodney contemplated pretending he didn’t hear her. On the scale of stupid questions, it ranked top ten.
“We found ruins and other evidence of a fairly advanced society. Evidently it’s their version of a gate shield.”
Beckett shook his head, “It’s the most barbaric thing I’ve ever seen!”
Great. The master of stating the glaringly obvious was on the job. Rodney squeezed his eyes shut for a second, then left Weir and Beckett to do whatever they thought they had to do. He went back to the actual work of saving the day.
“Colonel Sheppard, this is Elizabeth. Can you hear me?”
Sheppard replied, more slowly this time. “Yeah.”
“We’re going to help you, Colonel. But as you know, the Daedalus is currently on Earth, so it may take a little more time than we’d like to get a jumper to you.”
“Figured that out already,” Sheppard said. “How long? I’m feeling a little weird here.”
Only John Sheppard could say something like that, Rodney thought. He was skewered on an alien defence system, his leg was snapped above the knee, and the temperature reading on ‘141 was climbing past forty degrees Celsius.
Re: So Near, So Far PG Part 3
Eleven minutes had elapsed since Rodney stepped off Sauna World, and the gate room was now fully lit and operational. He’d identified the closest stargate to ‘141 and was now accessing schematics of the solar system to estimate travel time. Sheppard was not going to last long. If the shock didn’t kill him, exposure would. And that was if he didn’t pass out first. Rodney tried not to think about one of those big jungle cats helping itself to a colonel kebab.
Which reminded him, he should have something to eat. He’d had nothing for over three hours.
Rodney glanced away from his computer screen for a second. Carson Beckett and Elizabeth Weir were staring at the live feed of the MALP transmission. Both of them looked thoroughly appalled, but Weir especially seemed to be having trouble believing her eyes. Further away, Ronon was pacing back and forth in front of the gate. Teyla was down there saying something to him, no doubt trying to calm him.
All so very helpful. Rodney realised Elizabeth was staring at him.
“Why would anyone put something like that in front of a gate?” she asked.
Rodney contemplated pretending he didn’t hear her. On the scale of stupid questions, it ranked top ten.
“We found ruins and other evidence of a fairly advanced society. Evidently it’s their version of a gate shield.”
Beckett shook his head, “It’s the most barbaric thing I’ve ever seen!”
Great. The master of stating the glaringly obvious was on the job. Rodney squeezed his eyes shut for a second, then left Weir and Beckett to do whatever they thought they had to do. He went back to the actual work of saving the day.
“Colonel Sheppard, this is Elizabeth. Can you hear me?”
Sheppard replied, more slowly this time. “Yeah.”
“We’re going to help you, Colonel. But as you know, the Daedalus is currently on Earth, so it may take a little more time than we’d like to get a jumper to you.”
“Figured that out already,” Sheppard said. “How long? I’m feeling a little weird here.”
Only John Sheppard could say something like that, Rodney thought. He was skewered on an alien defence system, his leg was snapped above the knee, and the temperature reading on ‘141 was climbing past forty degrees Celsius.
But he was only feeling a little weird.