This is why I'm so bad at meme's. These things are supposed to be drabbles. DRABBLES. Ugh.
“The MALP has shown breathable air and earthlike climate,” Carter reported briskly, as she and the rest of SG1 did a final check. Behind them, the Stargate whirled and locked into its normal sequence, coded in by the techs up in the control room. “No sign of civilization.”
O’Neill raised his eyebrow at that and almost, almost asked the obvious question: If there wasn’t any signs of a population, why where they bothering to even go there? But then again, he already had the first signs of a headache throbbing in between his eyes, and he wasn’t sure if his pain threshold could stand Carter or Daniel’s science-y scientific answer.
So naturally, Teal’c asked it for him.
“Wouldn’t it be then more prudent to concentrate our efforts on a planet that may help us fight the Goa’uld?”
She flashed him a bright smile. “The MALP only conducts a brief survey. It may not catch everything—“
“It hasn’t, always,” Daniel added, with a rueful look. He was speaking from experience. Somehow, it always seemed that when things went wrong, he took the brunt of it.
“Chevron Seven is locked!” Davis’ voice called from the speaker above.
With a whoosh of space/time fabric (which for some reason looked a lot like an underwater vortex) the Stargate burst into life. O’Neill gave a long sigh and ascended the ramp, clapping the big Jaffa on the shoulder as he did in sympathy. This mission looked to be one of those long, boring ones.
*****
The ground bucked under O’Neill’s feet the second he stepped from the other side of the gate. He threw out his arm for balance, knocking into Carter who had just stepped out herself.
“Whoa! Earthquake! Get down!” O’Neill shouted, couching down to keep his center of gravity low.
The Stargate was in a heavily wooded area – good news, since that meant they weren’t going to be smashed by any falling ceilings any time soon. Bad news because falling branches could be equally hazardous.
The ground under them jerked once more then settled out to an odd thrum that could barely be felt through the soles of their boots. O’Neill glanced around, gave a quick headcount to make sure everyone was there, and quickly led the way down the small earthen hill from this planet’s stargate. He didn’t want to be anywhere near that thing if it went crashing down.
“Jaaack,” Daniel complained, “You know it’s not necessarily an earthquake if it’s not on Earth, right?”
SG-1 Finds The Kids
“The MALP has shown breathable air and earthlike climate,” Carter reported briskly, as she and the rest of SG1 did a final check. Behind them, the Stargate whirled and locked into its normal sequence, coded in by the techs up in the control room. “No sign of civilization.”
O’Neill raised his eyebrow at that and almost, almost asked the obvious question: If there wasn’t any signs of a population, why where they bothering to even go there? But then again, he already had the first signs of a headache throbbing in between his eyes, and he wasn’t sure if his pain threshold could stand Carter or Daniel’s science-y scientific answer.
So naturally, Teal’c asked it for him.
“Wouldn’t it be then more prudent to concentrate our efforts on a planet that may help us fight the Goa’uld?”
She flashed him a bright smile. “The MALP only conducts a brief survey. It may not catch everything—“
“It hasn’t, always,” Daniel added, with a rueful look. He was speaking from experience. Somehow, it always seemed that when things went wrong, he took the brunt of it.
“Chevron Seven is locked!” Davis’ voice called from the speaker above.
With a whoosh of space/time fabric (which for some reason looked a lot like an underwater vortex) the Stargate burst into life. O’Neill gave a long sigh and ascended the ramp, clapping the big Jaffa on the shoulder as he did in sympathy. This mission looked to be one of those long, boring ones.
*****
The ground bucked under O’Neill’s feet the second he stepped from the other side of the gate. He threw out his arm for balance, knocking into Carter who had just stepped out herself.
“Whoa! Earthquake! Get down!” O’Neill shouted, couching down to keep his center of gravity low.
The Stargate was in a heavily wooded area – good news, since that meant they weren’t going to be smashed by any falling ceilings any time soon. Bad news because falling branches could be equally hazardous.
The ground under them jerked once more then settled out to an odd thrum that could barely be felt through the soles of their boots. O’Neill glanced around, gave a quick headcount to make sure everyone was there, and quickly led the way down the small earthen hill from this planet’s stargate. He didn’t want to be anywhere near that thing if it went crashing down.
“Jaaack,” Daniel complained, “You know it’s not necessarily an earthquake if it’s not on Earth, right?”