"There was no guarantee we'd ever find another Icarus planet," he says dismissively. "Everyone on that Base knew they signed up for. They knew the risks. I knew the risks."
His fingertips slip over the illuminated panel and depress it slightly, and with a flare of yellow and a faint chime the heavy metal of the door slides open to expose what is doubtless the ship's vast observation deck.
A ship, then. Not a city. Not like Atlantis. A ship.
Rush moves smoothly forward, eyes locked on the bright linear streaks of stars crawling past the observation deck's domed glass. The universe swirls by in a myriad of blurred blue trails, flowing easily along the ship's exterior.
"FTL," he murmurs. The rate of movement versus their current range of visibility - it's the most likely explanation. "Faster than light, yet not through hyperspace."
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His fingertips slip over the illuminated panel and depress it slightly, and with a flare of yellow and a faint chime the heavy metal of the door slides open to expose what is doubtless the ship's vast observation deck.
A ship, then. Not a city. Not like Atlantis. A ship.
Rush moves smoothly forward, eyes locked on the bright linear streaks of stars crawling past the observation deck's domed glass. The universe swirls by in a myriad of blurred blue trails, flowing easily along the ship's exterior.
"FTL," he murmurs. The rate of movement versus their current range of visibility - it's the most likely explanation. "Faster than light, yet not through hyperspace."