spoilers for Inferno under cuts
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luciazephyrSheppard and McKay are more married than Zoe and Wash were, man.
John: Time for a military solution
Rodney: For which problem.
J: Got an armory of drones on board, maybe blast through the hanger door.
Noreena: The hanger door is directly above us. The molten lava would destroy the ship.
R: Not if I can get the shields operational.
J: Tell me you can do that.
R: I can do that. Once they're operational, we'll be able to provide enough protection to... ah...
J: To what?
R: Talk amoungst yourselves.
J: What're you doing?
R: I have an idea.
J: Whu-what kind of-
R: Can't talk! Busy!
J: Just gimme-
R: Not now please!
J: *literally growls at his boyfriend* I hate it when he does this.
Oh my god. THE GAY! IT BURNS ME WITH IT'S POTENCY!
Seriously. That last bit is the cutest thing ever in Sci-Fi, man.
Rodney: Okay, tell everyone to secure themselves to the floor, I think the eruption is imminent and we're just about... ready.
John: About ready for what?
Carson: Oh thank god.
R: What took you so long? *extremely relieved*
J: Just about ready for what?
R: To activate the shields.
J: You said the blast from the eruption would wipe out the entire continent.
R: It will, and after 4.1 seconds at those extreme temperatures and pressures, or sheilds will be depleted.
J: As much as I'm for living for another four seconds.
C: That's not very much time for anything, Rodney.
R: It's plenty of time to open up a hyper-space window! *sees looks* Wuh, that's my plan- didn't I tell you about that?
C: No.
J: No, you didn't!
R: Well, you were too busy running around looking for people!
J: Well, tell us the damn plan!
R: Fixing the sublight engines was impossible in the amount of time we had left, they were just too badly damaged. But I've devised a sort of a patch that in effect diverts auxilary power to the hyperdrive. For a fraction of a second, mind you.
J: Won't get us very far.
R: We don't need to go far! Any old orbit will do.
J: And then what?
R: Well, then Noreena and I were planning a small dinner for us all, nothing fancy-
Noreena: Rodney.
R: Well, what does he mean 'then what'? Then we won't die horribly?!
J: So your plan is to not blow a hole in the hanger but to sit here and wait for this cataclysimic eruption to take place.
R: With the sheilds and the inertial dampeners at full strenght, yes.
C: I think I may be missing something- correct me if I'm wrong- but whent he volcano erupts, don't we as well?
R: *snaps fingers* That's the plan!
J: That's the plan?
R: That's the plan!
J: That plan sucks!
C: Aye!
R: The ship will be ejected along with the magma and steam, several thousand feet into the air.
J: ... The ship can survive that?
R: For exactly 4.1 seconds, yes. Look, the hanger should disintegrate, the moment we're clear, we open a brief hyperspace window, jump to space, before the explosion depletes our sheilds and incinerates us. Hm?
J: *blinks* Okay.
C: that's very clever, Rodney.
R: Ah, well... don't thank me 'til it works. Which it probably won't. 'Cuse me.
zomg, this kind of episode gives a slasher the urge to light a cigarette and sip wine. Seriously, oh my god. Are these actors pandering to us?!
-Luce
John: Time for a military solution
Rodney: For which problem.
J: Got an armory of drones on board, maybe blast through the hanger door.
Noreena: The hanger door is directly above us. The molten lava would destroy the ship.
R: Not if I can get the shields operational.
J: Tell me you can do that.
R: I can do that. Once they're operational, we'll be able to provide enough protection to... ah...
J: To what?
R: Talk amoungst yourselves.
J: What're you doing?
R: I have an idea.
J: Whu-what kind of-
R: Can't talk! Busy!
J: Just gimme-
R: Not now please!
J: *literally growls at his boyfriend* I hate it when he does this.
Oh my god. THE GAY! IT BURNS ME WITH IT'S POTENCY!
Seriously. That last bit is the cutest thing ever in Sci-Fi, man.
Rodney: Okay, tell everyone to secure themselves to the floor, I think the eruption is imminent and we're just about... ready.
John: About ready for what?
Carson: Oh thank god.
R: What took you so long? *extremely relieved*
J: Just about ready for what?
R: To activate the shields.
J: You said the blast from the eruption would wipe out the entire continent.
R: It will, and after 4.1 seconds at those extreme temperatures and pressures, or sheilds will be depleted.
J: As much as I'm for living for another four seconds.
C: That's not very much time for anything, Rodney.
R: It's plenty of time to open up a hyper-space window! *sees looks* Wuh, that's my plan- didn't I tell you about that?
C: No.
J: No, you didn't!
R: Well, you were too busy running around looking for people!
J: Well, tell us the damn plan!
R: Fixing the sublight engines was impossible in the amount of time we had left, they were just too badly damaged. But I've devised a sort of a patch that in effect diverts auxilary power to the hyperdrive. For a fraction of a second, mind you.
J: Won't get us very far.
R: We don't need to go far! Any old orbit will do.
J: And then what?
R: Well, then Noreena and I were planning a small dinner for us all, nothing fancy-
Noreena: Rodney.
R: Well, what does he mean 'then what'? Then we won't die horribly?!
J: So your plan is to not blow a hole in the hanger but to sit here and wait for this cataclysimic eruption to take place.
R: With the sheilds and the inertial dampeners at full strenght, yes.
C: I think I may be missing something- correct me if I'm wrong- but whent he volcano erupts, don't we as well?
R: *snaps fingers* That's the plan!
J: That's the plan?
R: That's the plan!
J: That plan sucks!
C: Aye!
R: The ship will be ejected along with the magma and steam, several thousand feet into the air.
J: ... The ship can survive that?
R: For exactly 4.1 seconds, yes. Look, the hanger should disintegrate, the moment we're clear, we open a brief hyperspace window, jump to space, before the explosion depletes our sheilds and incinerates us. Hm?
J: *blinks* Okay.
C: that's very clever, Rodney.
R: Ah, well... don't thank me 'til it works. Which it probably won't. 'Cuse me.
zomg, this kind of episode gives a slasher the urge to light a cigarette and sip wine. Seriously, oh my god. Are these actors pandering to us?!
-Luce
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