oom: First Strike
Oct. 25th, 2008 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
callmemajorIt was like watching his parents fight. Like watching his parents fight and worrying that sooner than later they were going to ask him to take sides. Which was hard, because Sheppard is usually right about these things, but he had a gut feeling he should be siding with Elizabeth on this one. Which would cause definite problems later with Sheppard.
But it never came to that. (He was right, though. The military answer was, for once, not the right one.)
Of course, there was no time for gloating. The replicators are among many of their enemies who never leave him time to gloat.
But Sheppard had one of his crazy ideas again, so Lorne suited up in an Apollo flightsuit, attached a squadron of F-302s to a fucking asteroid and flew it into a laser to save the city. And that would be a story to tell his grandkids, if he thought he’d ever have grandkids. Or be able to tell them anything at all to do with Atlantis.
Which they did, technically.
And then, they lost it again. Literally. It’s not where it was, and it’s not where it should be, and no one has any fucking clue where it actually ended up, but they do know that the laser got in one good shot before the shield made it back up (and why they had to drop the shield in the first place, Lorne can only guess at, but none of those guesses are good), and God only knows what kind of damage that did or if anyone in the city is even still alive.
Lorne finds himself stuck, once again, under the command of someone he doesn’t like or even agree with most of the time, and nearly all his friends, nearly all the people he cares about are on that city-ship, stuck who-knows-where between Lantea and where they should be, and there’s nothing he can really do about that at this point, and if there’s one thing Lorne hates it’s feeling useless, but at least if he can be on the bridge, he’ll feel like he’s helping somehow, or someone will tell him how he actually can be of help.
So he doesn’t even change out of his flightsuit or drop off his helmet somewhere, he just heads straight from the 302 bay to the bridge.
But it never came to that. (He was right, though. The military answer was, for once, not the right one.)
Of course, there was no time for gloating. The replicators are among many of their enemies who never leave him time to gloat.
But Sheppard had one of his crazy ideas again, so Lorne suited up in an Apollo flightsuit, attached a squadron of F-302s to a fucking asteroid and flew it into a laser to save the city. And that would be a story to tell his grandkids, if he thought he’d ever have grandkids. Or be able to tell them anything at all to do with Atlantis.
Which they did, technically.
And then, they lost it again. Literally. It’s not where it was, and it’s not where it should be, and no one has any fucking clue where it actually ended up, but they do know that the laser got in one good shot before the shield made it back up (and why they had to drop the shield in the first place, Lorne can only guess at, but none of those guesses are good), and God only knows what kind of damage that did or if anyone in the city is even still alive.
Lorne finds himself stuck, once again, under the command of someone he doesn’t like or even agree with most of the time, and nearly all his friends, nearly all the people he cares about are on that city-ship, stuck who-knows-where between Lantea and where they should be, and there’s nothing he can really do about that at this point, and if there’s one thing Lorne hates it’s feeling useless, but at least if he can be on the bridge, he’ll feel like he’s helping somehow, or someone will tell him how he actually can be of help.
So he doesn’t even change out of his flightsuit or drop off his helmet somewhere, he just heads straight from the 302 bay to the bridge.
