(no subject)
Always, when the day was to be saved, there were military commanders and leaders of expedition and heads of science, and shiny teeth and quick snapping fingers and, with Caldwell, an action hero with disdain for acceptable action hero hairlines. Like John McClane (Atlantis' entertainment resources were limited, it is true) and, soon perhaps, Rodney McKay.
Then, afterwards, came Miko Kusanagi and Radek Zelenka, to assess the damage the whales had actually done. Not only to humans - although there was a hush in the hallways, as always after sheets were folded over faces and stretchers were carried away - but also to Atlantis herself. Petty annoyance damages, life unthreatening, but a disadvantage to convenience, perhaps.
Radek was on the fifth level, switching control crystals and running diagnostics in a transporter. It was pleasant work, or at least routine - he would not die and he had good coffee, and this was enough to consider it an improvement. The disorienting flash of light, the queasy sway of movement was only a small hiccup until his eyes had had a chance to adjust, until he saw not the inside of a transporter - as expected, as logic dictated - but an endless stretch of bleached-white sand. He pushed his glasses up his nose and glanced down at his data tablet automatically.
"Ježišmarija. What is this place?"
Then, afterwards, came Miko Kusanagi and Radek Zelenka, to assess the damage the whales had actually done. Not only to humans - although there was a hush in the hallways, as always after sheets were folded over faces and stretchers were carried away - but also to Atlantis herself. Petty annoyance damages, life unthreatening, but a disadvantage to convenience, perhaps.
Radek was on the fifth level, switching control crystals and running diagnostics in a transporter. It was pleasant work, or at least routine - he would not die and he had good coffee, and this was enough to consider it an improvement. The disorienting flash of light, the queasy sway of movement was only a small hiccup until his eyes had had a chance to adjust, until he saw not the inside of a transporter - as expected, as logic dictated - but an endless stretch of bleached-white sand. He pushed his glasses up his nose and glanced down at his data tablet automatically.
"Ježišmarija. What is this place?"