Teyla had come to take the other forward terminal, which could be done sitting down, though most of the systems that terminal controlled were inoperable. They had no shields or weapons. For that matter, they had no long range communications. So there wasn’t really a lot Teyla could do.
Dahlia Radim stalked around the back of the bridge, checking the various power control consoles. “We’re as ready as we’re going to be,” she reported.
John wondered if it wouldn’t be better to lock her in one of the crew quarters, given everything. But the fact remained that she was the only engineer he had.
Carson was in one of the seats to the side, the one usually reserved for the communications officer. He looked pale inside the helmet of his vacuum suit.
“Ok,” John said. “Sealing the bridge.” The heavy bulkhead doors slid shut, and the faint draft from the overhead ventilation ceased as ducts and automatic shut offs closed.
Dahlia looked up. “You will have to restore active life support to the bridge before long.”
John nodded. “Yes. But there’s plenty of air in here for a couple of hours. Let’s get out of the atmosphere and see what holds before we open up any connections again. I’d rather not have to go on suits if we don’t have to.”
Teyla ran her hands over the console, clumsy in the suit’s big gloves. “I will watch damage control.”
“I will watch damage control,” Dahlia said from the back. “You do not know what to do.”
John glanced at Teyla. “Dahlia will take it,” he said. “She knows how to reroute the power if we need it.” He hated to trust the Genii scientist that way when she had made her opposition to the plan so clear, but he didn’t see that he had any choice. Yes, Teyla had trained on the Daedalus’ equipment, but the Ancient interfaces were entirely different and the systems were put together according to different protocols. Damage control, especially with a dangerously crippled ship, required someone who understood Ancient systems more than it required someone he could trust.
And if he had Radek Zelenka here…
John put that thought out of his mind. If they got back to Atlantis in one piece he could get Radek for the longer run to the Genii homeworld. Nobody knew the Ancient systems better than Radek, with the exception of Rodney. And ok, Rodney was better with code, no doubt about it, but Radek was the go-to guy on the hardware.
“Starting main engines.” John watched the power indicators climb, the Avenger shuddering as it began to lift, sand flying from superstructure half buried for centuries. The main thrusters hovered on the threshold of critical strain for a moment, then cleared as the Avenger shook clear of the sand, roaring into the sky. The ship trembled, inertial dampeners overcompensating, then steadied.
John gritted his teeth. They were going to have to watch the inertial dampeners. That wasn’t something he could afford to lose at speed.
Propulsion hovered in the clear, well above the caution marks.
“Ok, let’s try for some altitude,” John said, as much to himself as to anyone else. “Button up, people.” He heard the hiss of Teyla’s suit sealing a moment before his.
The Avenger gained altitude, the sky outside the main forward window darkening purple, stars appearing one by one.
There was a pop and a shudder, and John leveled it off, hands sweating in the heavy gloves. “What’s going on over there?”
“We had a decompression in deck two on the starboard side, just aft of main engineering,” Dahlia reported. “Two compartments have vented to space, but the seals to adjoining compartments seem to be holding.”
“Aft of engineering?” He couldn’t spare a look at the ship’s schematics, but he didn’t think that was good.
“I don’t see any damage to the propulsion systems,” Dahlia said. “It’s near the hyperdrive, but those systems are designed to work in vacuum if necessary. And right now the decompression is limited to just those two compartments.”
“Ok. Taking her up.” Come on, baby, John thought. You can do it. Not so far. We’ll get you home to Atlantis.
Had Atlantis originally been her home port? Or had it been one of the other worlds settled by the Ancients in the Pegasus Galaxy, one of the worlds where they had seeded humanity? It hadn’t been the most important thing, knowing how the Ancients had settled this Galaxy. It hadn’t been the field of study that seemed the most rewarding, not these last years with the Wraith breathing down their necks. He supposed there was information in the database in Atlantis — lots of it. But since Elizabeth had been lost, no one had made it a priority. There was always so much else going on, so much to do with the here and now. Nobody had time to figure out how many ships had called Atlantis home. Nobody had time to figure out where else they might have been built, or who might have crewed them.
Who had Avenger belonged to originally? Who had sat in this chair last, made the last log entries? They would find some information in dry facts held in her data banks, but they were likely to find as much truth in Teyla’s old stories, stories of colonies left to fend for themselves as inexorably the Wraith advanced. Maybe some stood a few years, solitary Camelots above the flood, but they all fell long ago. Did this ship come from those waning days, as the Aurora had? Or had it been lost early in the war, when these fringes of the galaxy were the battleground? Maybe someday he’d find out.
The stars were bright outside. The last vestiges of atmosphere streamed away.
Another shudder, another alarm.
“We’ve lost one of the storage tanks on the port side,” Dahlia reported, moving around from one console to another almost behind Teyla. “Potable water and water reclamation.”
“We can do without that for five hours,” John said. “We’ve got supplies inboard. Let’s give her a few minutes to get used to vacuum and see what else goes. Besides, it’s going to take a little while to run the course given the corrections to the database to make up for stellar drift.” He ran his hands over the console. These big fat gloves drove him crazy, but it would only be for a few hours. “Ok. Navigations to run the course for Atlantis.”
“That’s incorrect,” Dahlia said evenly.
It took a moment for him to look around.
“That is not the course you will be setting,” she said, a pistol to the back of Teyla’s head as Teyla sat before her in the navigator’s chair. “You will set a course for the Genii homeworld.”
John did the math. Normally holding a gun to Teyla’s head was a really bad idea. She was the wickedest hand to hand fighter he’d ever seen, and he’d give her even odds with Ronon. With a woman her own size who was more scientist than soldier he wouldn’t even stress. But Teyla was sitting down, fouled by the confines of the chair built into the console. And her hip was loused up badly enough that she was having trouble limping around. Kicking anything was not going to happen. And she was wearing a vacuum suit, which definitely impeded movement. No, for once he couldn’t count on Teyla to get herself out of this.
He could pretty much figure Carson out of the equation. He wasn’t a fighter at the best of times, and with his right arm messed up there was just nothing there. Not to mention that he wasn’t exactly at his most alert. It was Carson’s pistol that Dahlia had.
So it was all him.
“You will set course for the Genii homeworld,” Dahlia said calmly. The gun’s barrel just touched the back of the head of Teyla’s vacuum suit.
He had to get out of the chair. It was modular with the console, not a loose separate piece that could fly around the bridge if the inertial dampeners failed, a smart move on the Ancients’ part, but awfully hard to start something from. John lifted his hands. “Just put the gun down.”