Stargate SG1 - Roswell by Jennifer Fallon, Sonny Whitelaw Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jennifer Fallon, Sonny Whitelaw
and forth.
O'Neill peered up at Carter, looking confused. “Two trips? The footage from the video camera says we only made one.”
Catching the ghost of a smile on Carter's face, Vala shrugged. “Makes perfect sense to me.”
Lee turned to her, an unmistakable glint of respect in his eyes. “Exactly! I've never understood why anyone finds this difficult to follow. After all, the only reason why we still have this jumper is because the second Egypt trip was successful.”
The scientist's momentary burst of enthusiasm was quashed by O'Neill's sour look.
Carter seemed to be trying not to smile. She cleared her throat, pointing to the controls. “Okay, Jack, the neural interface between you and the Ancient computer is subtle, but with a little practice, you'll be able to sense whether the ship is functioning within accepted parameters.”
When the General placed his hands on the control panel, a cyan glow and a low hum signaled more than the ship coming to life. O'Neill's features softened and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Nice.”
This, Vala knew for certain, was where O'Neill belonged, not in some stuffy old office. The jumper lifted several feet—Vala had gotten the local measurement thing down quite nicely, she thought—off the floor of the hangar and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, gently rocking to and fro and pivoting back and forth as it turned. The only sense of motion came from the visual cues through the windscreen, which meant the inertial dampeners were functioning quite nicely. She understood the General's wistful smile. While it wasn't the largest of ships, the jumper really was a nice ride. Pity it required a pesky little gene to operate, otherwise it would be worth a small fortune on the open market. If she could just figure out how to acquire the gene therapy she'd been hearing so much about...
Such a train of thought had become second nature to her. Like running. But she had found a home with these people and she wasn't about to spoil it by returning to her larcenous ways, no matter how tempting.
“Now the HUD.” Carter looked up at the windscreen, and nodded in satisfaction when a detailed heads-up display appeared.
“I've added map databases to the computer,” Lee explained. “And installed into the collision avoidance system the current data from the Space Control Center. Currently they're tracking over eight thousand objects including payloads, rocket bodies and debris, but of course there's more space than debris so it'll be easy enough to avoid.”
“Excellent!” O'Neill's smile broadened as multiple options appeared on the HUD.
Turning to look over Lee's shoulder to his laptop, Carter said, “Try the cloak.”
From her vantage, Vala couldn't see the leading edge of the jumper, but by the reactions of the assorted military types and men in white coats standing around outside, the ship's cloak also was fully operational.
The jumper settled back on the ground, and O'Neill looked around the cabin expectantly.
“What is it, General?” asked Dr. Lee.
“I'm thinking of cake.”
Given some of the technology that she'd encountered throughout the galaxy, Vala thought it worth a shot.
“Jack, how about you focus on the time machine?” Carter moved to the rear and peered at the datapad balanced on top of the device. “Just be very careful not to think about actually going anywhere yet.”
The word, “spoilsport” followed Carter but either she failed to notice or it was like water off a penguin's back. Then the glow from the pedestal and oval face of the time machine caught her attention.
“It's working,” Lee announced with considerable enthusiasm. Examining his own datapad, he added, “Power consumption is...well, it's almost insignificant.”
Carter nodded in satisfaction. “Relative to a Stargate generated wormhole, the wormhole created by the time machine
O'Neill peered up at Carter, looking confused. “Two trips? The footage from the video camera says we only made one.”
Catching the ghost of a smile on Carter's face, Vala shrugged. “Makes perfect sense to me.”
Lee turned to her, an unmistakable glint of respect in his eyes. “Exactly! I've never understood why anyone finds this difficult to follow. After all, the only reason why we still have this jumper is because the second Egypt trip was successful.”
The scientist's momentary burst of enthusiasm was quashed by O'Neill's sour look.
Carter seemed to be trying not to smile. She cleared her throat, pointing to the controls. “Okay, Jack, the neural interface between you and the Ancient computer is subtle, but with a little practice, you'll be able to sense whether the ship is functioning within accepted parameters.”
When the General placed his hands on the control panel, a cyan glow and a low hum signaled more than the ship coming to life. O'Neill's features softened and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Nice.”
This, Vala knew for certain, was where O'Neill belonged, not in some stuffy old office. The jumper lifted several feet—Vala had gotten the local measurement thing down quite nicely, she thought—off the floor of the hangar and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, gently rocking to and fro and pivoting back and forth as it turned. The only sense of motion came from the visual cues through the windscreen, which meant the inertial dampeners were functioning quite nicely. She understood the General's wistful smile. While it wasn't the largest of ships, the jumper really was a nice ride. Pity it required a pesky little gene to operate, otherwise it would be worth a small fortune on the open market. If she could just figure out how to acquire the gene therapy she'd been hearing so much about...
Such a train of thought had become second nature to her. Like running. But she had found a home with these people and she wasn't about to spoil it by returning to her larcenous ways, no matter how tempting.
“Now the HUD.” Carter looked up at the windscreen, and nodded in satisfaction when a detailed heads-up display appeared.
“I've added map databases to the computer,” Lee explained. “And installed into the collision avoidance system the current data from the Space Control Center. Currently they're tracking over eight thousand objects including payloads, rocket bodies and debris, but of course there's more space than debris so it'll be easy enough to avoid.”
“Excellent!” O'Neill's smile broadened as multiple options appeared on the HUD.
Turning to look over Lee's shoulder to his laptop, Carter said, “Try the cloak.”
From her vantage, Vala couldn't see the leading edge of the jumper, but by the reactions of the assorted military types and men in white coats standing around outside, the ship's cloak also was fully operational.
The jumper settled back on the ground, and O'Neill looked around the cabin expectantly.
“What is it, General?” asked Dr. Lee.
“I'm thinking of cake.”
Given some of the technology that she'd encountered throughout the galaxy, Vala thought it worth a shot.
“Jack, how about you focus on the time machine?” Carter moved to the rear and peered at the datapad balanced on top of the device. “Just be very careful not to think about actually going anywhere yet.”
The word, “spoilsport” followed Carter but either she failed to notice or it was like water off a penguin's back. Then the glow from the pedestal and oval face of the time machine caught her attention.
“It's working,” Lee announced with considerable enthusiasm. Examining his own datapad, he added, “Power consumption is...well, it's almost insignificant.”
Carter nodded in satisfaction. “Relative to a Stargate generated wormhole, the wormhole created by the time machine
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