queenofthieves: (❖ robbed the wishing pond)
vala мal doran ([personal profile] queenofthieves) wrote2011-09-15 11:22 am
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transition into the future (for [livejournal.com profile] not_a_conartist)

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Vala bit back a pontiff smile, because if there was anything a con artist knew, it was not to give away all of her secrets right away. She tried to remember the Earth saying Mitchell had taught her; "Don't show all your cards." Vala would, most decidedly, be keeping her cards away from Neal for a while.

It was funny, in a quaint sort of way, how humans had all these hang ups about time travel and whatnot. Vala learned quickly that the SGC was far from the ordinary, and most humans didn't have half the idea how utterly insignificant they were in the scheme of the universe. It was absolutely endearing.

"Come along," she chirped, turning back to the door. "We should drop by my room and pick up some supplies. After all, we don't know what we're getting into, and the first step to adventure is to always be prepared."

Mostly, Vala wanted to make sure she had everything she needed in the case that there was something shiny, rare and/or valuable that she may need to, er, liberate. "Some water," she chatted idly, "a first aid kit. And, oh, some of those delicious granola bars from the kitchen. Have you tried those? They're really good."

[identity profile] queenofthieves.livejournal.com 2011-11-14 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Having been wrapped up in the excitement of being on a ship again, Vala didn't notice the new emergency until Neal was a unconscious lump on the floor of the cockpit.

Her grin melted away. This was bad. She wasn't even sure what was wrong, and she made sure the ship was on autopilot before she jumped down next to him, running her hands over his face and shaking him gently.

"Neal. Neal." She checked to make sure he was still breathing, and assured that he was probably just unconscious, she dragged him to the back room and laid him out on the floor.

Once he was in a somewhat comfortable position, Vala pulled off her jacket and balled it up, shoving it under his head and patting his arm gently. "It's okay. We'll get out of here and get you help."

Glancing at her watch, Vala realized she was down to just a few minutes to deactivate the homing device. She might be able to delay any tampering alarms built into it, but probably not for long, which meant she needed to get them to hyperspace, deactivate any tracking devices that might be in the ship, and then get them somewhere safe. Preferably before Neal died.

Focusing on one goal at a time, Vala got up and moved back to the console. She was starting to feel a little dizzy herself, but she fought through it. It took a few minutes to deactivate the homing device, but it was easier than she thought it would be, which made her worry. Things that were easy always just became more complicated later down the line.

With that done, she worked on locating tracking devices. The ship was full of them, of course, but she was sure she could shut them down. However, it would require a full reboot of the ships operating systems, which would put them floating in space, unprotected, for however long it took the systems to come back online.

Vala quickly decided the best bet would be to jump to hyperspace, pull out far enough away for no one to have any suspicions, and then do a system-wide reset. It wasn't foolproof, but it would work.

And then she'd deal with Neal.

Vala slammed the ship into hyperspace, just long enough to get them out of the planet's solar system. As soon as she dropped the ship out of hyperspace, she shut off the power, hoping it was quick enough that no one on the planet could track the ship.

The cockpit fell into darkness for just a moment before the ships systems started up again. Knowing she couldn't do anything about how long it would take for the hyperdrive to come online, Vala took a deep breath and stood up, her knees almost buckling under her.

She practically crawled back to where Neal was, checking his breathing again and trying to fight back a foggy wave of nausea that had overcome her. She sat down next to him. "Just a few more minutes, Neal."