"What does it look like," he snaps, eyes trained unblinkingly at the screen as he seizes the seated technician, some SGC-trained personnel unlucky enough to be tasked with the asinine job of hitting the coveted buttons on the dialing computer.
"I have my orders," the sergeant insists mulishly, but immediately vacates his seat when Rush renders a more forceful shove.
"Get out of the way."
He does. The base rumbles, the prelude to a cracking and shifting of cement over rock as entire thing's underpinnings predictably begin to go to shite.
Ideally they would have some method of testing the validity of Asadi's solution before implementing it, but it has been installed and it can be executed and so they will have to accept it as is - the ninth-chevron address will have no other chance, clearly, and if that is the case then this presents an opportunity none of them can ignore. Possibly an extremely singular opportunity.
"We can't risk dialing Earth," he says over the swelling chatter of civilians as they come streaming into the gateroom in a slow, unrelenting wave. Seeking escape, or reinforcement against the unanticipated bombardment, or whatever the fuck. One of the SGC's many unknown enemies has doubtless targeted them, and the sole relevant factor gleaned from that non-informative report is that the Base, situated on the only planet with enough power to dial the ninth-chevron location, will soon become an ex-Base very quickly.
He has no choice.
He implements Asadi's solution.
With the grinding of stone over stone, the 'gate begins dialing.
no subject
"I have my orders," the sergeant insists mulishly, but immediately vacates his seat when Rush renders a more forceful shove.
"Get out of the way."
He does. The base rumbles, the prelude to a cracking and shifting of cement over rock as entire thing's underpinnings predictably begin to go to shite.
Ideally they would have some method of testing the validity of Asadi's solution before implementing it, but it has been installed and it can be executed and so they will have to accept it as is - the ninth-chevron address will have no other chance, clearly, and if that is the case then this presents an opportunity none of them can ignore. Possibly an extremely singular opportunity.
"We can't risk dialing Earth," he says over the swelling chatter of civilians as they come streaming into the gateroom in a slow, unrelenting wave. Seeking escape, or reinforcement against the unanticipated bombardment, or whatever the fuck. One of the SGC's many unknown enemies has doubtless targeted them, and the sole relevant factor gleaned from that non-informative report is that the Base, situated on the only planet with enough power to dial the ninth-chevron location, will soon become an ex-Base very quickly.
He has no choice.
He implements Asadi's solution.
With the grinding of stone over stone, the 'gate begins dialing.