Was she serious? “They’re carpets. And magic. That’s about it on the rocket science front,” John said, deciding that if Vala was going to pull his leg then it was fair game to return the favor. He wasn’t having a conversation about magic carpets. “So basically you guys figured out the whole faster than light travel thing.”
It was a statement, not really a question.
John didn’t sound like he believed her; not all the way, anyway. Still, he didn’t see why she’d lie to him considering they were a long, long way from home, way too far to worry about him blabbing to the public, and aside from her looking creepily like Aeryn, he didn’t have anything else other than paranoia going for him. Technically she hadn’t done anything wrong. John glanced up from his mug when Vala hit the alien beer (or whatever it was really called: he called it “alien beer”, way easier to remember than some word he might not even have the right vocal cords for). So, note to self, basically don’t chug the stuff like Vala just did.
John was once again glad he took it slower.
“Anyway, I think we’re all going to be stuck here, unless we can convince the ship to turn herself around.” John licked his lips. Not sure what to make of the alien beer’s aftertaste. “Unless your SGC or whatever it is you replaced IASA with decides to bust in.”
His Earth? Yeah, there was no way that was happening. Compared to this tech, his Earth was just a couple of steps up from riding a log across a river and thinking that was cutting-edge technology. He wasn’t sure about Vala’s tech but it didn’t sound like it was anywhere as advanced as this stuff.
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It was a statement, not really a question.
John didn’t sound like he believed her; not all the way, anyway. Still, he didn’t see why she’d lie to him considering they were a long, long way from home, way too far to worry about him blabbing to the public, and aside from her looking creepily like Aeryn, he didn’t have anything else other than paranoia going for him. Technically she hadn’t done anything wrong. John glanced up from his mug when Vala hit the alien beer (or whatever it was really called: he called it “alien beer”, way easier to remember than some word he might not even have the right vocal cords for). So, note to self, basically don’t chug the stuff like Vala just did.
John was once again glad he took it slower.
“Anyway, I think we’re all going to be stuck here, unless we can convince the ship to turn herself around.” John licked his lips. Not sure what to make of the alien beer’s aftertaste. “Unless your SGC or whatever it is you replaced IASA with decides to bust in.”
His Earth? Yeah, there was no way that was happening. Compared to this tech, his Earth was just a couple of steps up from riding a log across a river and thinking that was cutting-edge technology. He wasn’t sure about Vala’s tech but it didn’t sound like it was anywhere as advanced as this stuff.