♦ Arrival [Holo] This isn't the planet we're looking for
Teyla watched as Ronon checked on the family on the other side of the barn. Huddled together, the father leaned over, speaking lowly to his children, his wife absentmindedly stroking their hair as she pulled the youngest to them. Coughing into the cloth held over her nose, she closed her eyes for a moment. She hadn't wanted to look away from the family, but the acridness of the smoke causing her eyes to water.
She looked up as Ronon made his way back to her side, leaning his back against her arm.
"What are we gonna do?" he asked, his voice husky and low from the smoke.
Teyla shook her head slightly, her voice mirroring his in its huskiness, "There is no place to go."
"I'm not good at sittin' around waiting to die" Ronon looked outside, contemplating their options, "Maybe we can make it back to the base on foot."
"Outside?" Teyla's eyes followed his. Ash was thick in the air, creating a blanket that was nearly impossible to see through. The stench of sulfur and other things she could not identify hung heavy around them, making it hard to breathe. The people who had tried to outrun this came to her mind and she pushed them out. They could not save them. They might not even be able to save themselves. "We will never make it. As long as we can breathe, there is still hope. We may be able to last a few minutes longer in here than out there."
Time passed slowly for them, every minute seeming longer then the one before. Teyla could feel her breaths becoming shallower, a wheeze developing every time she pulled in more of the noxious air. Her skin was slick with sweat, her eyes red, beyond watering now, she could barely keep them open. Forcing them wide she looked over at the family, lying down now, as if even sitting were too hard. The mother was still stroking the youngest's hair, but her movements were weak.
Turning her head she looked at Ronon, the weakness of her voice disheartening to her, "They are still alive, but barely." It would not be long before they could not breathe, and once they were unable to breathe there was no more hope, She fought for each breath as she tried to speak, struggling, "Perhaps you were right. We should have tried to make it back to the base on foot"
"No," Ronon's voice was still husky but weak, "You were right. We'd be dead. As long as we can breathe, there's still hope."
It was an unmistakeable feeling, the Asgard beaming technology, the briefest momentary tickle, almost disconcerting as it locked on to her, before she rematerialized, on the deck of the Pegasus. The fresh air burned as it hit her lungs, the room not the one she had expected.
Teyla rolled into a crouch, dropping off the platform, P90 braced and ready to fire. "Ronon," Her voice was still husky, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. This room was sterile, but not one she was used to. Not the Pegasus, and not any planet that she recognized. Could they have beamed her elsewhere, could this have been some sort of mistake? "Ronon? Colonel Sheppard?" Standing slowly, gun still at the ready, she tapped her earpiece, turning to survey her surroundings, "Colonel Sheppard? John? Are you there?"
She looked up as Ronon made his way back to her side, leaning his back against her arm.
"What are we gonna do?" he asked, his voice husky and low from the smoke.
Teyla shook her head slightly, her voice mirroring his in its huskiness, "There is no place to go."
"I'm not good at sittin' around waiting to die" Ronon looked outside, contemplating their options, "Maybe we can make it back to the base on foot."
"Outside?" Teyla's eyes followed his. Ash was thick in the air, creating a blanket that was nearly impossible to see through. The stench of sulfur and other things she could not identify hung heavy around them, making it hard to breathe. The people who had tried to outrun this came to her mind and she pushed them out. They could not save them. They might not even be able to save themselves. "We will never make it. As long as we can breathe, there is still hope. We may be able to last a few minutes longer in here than out there."
Time passed slowly for them, every minute seeming longer then the one before. Teyla could feel her breaths becoming shallower, a wheeze developing every time she pulled in more of the noxious air. Her skin was slick with sweat, her eyes red, beyond watering now, she could barely keep them open. Forcing them wide she looked over at the family, lying down now, as if even sitting were too hard. The mother was still stroking the youngest's hair, but her movements were weak.
Turning her head she looked at Ronon, the weakness of her voice disheartening to her, "They are still alive, but barely." It would not be long before they could not breathe, and once they were unable to breathe there was no more hope, She fought for each breath as she tried to speak, struggling, "Perhaps you were right. We should have tried to make it back to the base on foot"
"No," Ronon's voice was still husky but weak, "You were right. We'd be dead. As long as we can breathe, there's still hope."
It was an unmistakeable feeling, the Asgard beaming technology, the briefest momentary tickle, almost disconcerting as it locked on to her, before she rematerialized, on the deck of the Pegasus. The fresh air burned as it hit her lungs, the room not the one she had expected.
Teyla rolled into a crouch, dropping off the platform, P90 braced and ready to fire. "Ronon," Her voice was still husky, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. This room was sterile, but not one she was used to. Not the Pegasus, and not any planet that she recognized. Could they have beamed her elsewhere, could this have been some sort of mistake? "Ronon? Colonel Sheppard?" Standing slowly, gun still at the ready, she tapped her earpiece, turning to survey her surroundings, "Colonel Sheppard? John? Are you there?"