John takes a deep breath and tries to press down on the bubbling unease, turns back toward the path and begins to walk.
The crashed Natha ship is definitely both older and in worse condition than Central. It's barely functioning at all, although John is fairly certain he can coax something out of it with enough effort. He crawls around under panels and murmurs to the ship, come on baby, wake up for me. A touch here and there, panels flicker and light up then dim. It's equal parts scavenging and John haphazardly patching bits of ship together, claiming he knows what he's doing. How much he does and how much he's just winging it is debatable, but with Ianto's assistance and sharp eyes they get everything running long enough for him to comb the logs. The fact that it came down in a meteor shower is interesting, but not especially exciting as a revelation. It's good to know Darma didn't shoot them down, or anyone else for that matter, and it's useful to know that they all survived.
Still, John feels frustrated once they finally give up and head back into the cold. It's a lingering frustration from the morning which is only amplified by the sense of having achieved so little.
"Why did Darma even send us down with so little information?"
John is zipped back up against the cold, sunglasses pushed up and hands shoved irritably into his pockets.
"I mean surely she wants us on side, right? So why not at least give us her side of the story! She knew Magda would tell us his, and that he doesn't like her. It doesn't make any sense! I mean I get that they don't want to interfere, but they already have with --"
There's a sudden, blinding flash and John is reaching for his gun even as he tries to get his eyes to focus again. When they do, scraps of what seems like paper are fluttering to the ground around both of them. He lowers the weapon slowly, crouches down to pick up one of the bits of paper and stares.
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John takes a deep breath and tries to press down on the bubbling unease, turns back toward the path and begins to walk.
The crashed Natha ship is definitely both older and in worse condition than Central. It's barely functioning at all, although John is fairly certain he can coax something out of it with enough effort. He crawls around under panels and murmurs to the ship, come on baby, wake up for me. A touch here and there, panels flicker and light up then dim. It's equal parts scavenging and John haphazardly patching bits of ship together, claiming he knows what he's doing. How much he does and how much he's just winging it is debatable, but with Ianto's assistance and sharp eyes they get everything running long enough for him to comb the logs. The fact that it came down in a meteor shower is interesting, but not especially exciting as a revelation. It's good to know Darma didn't shoot them down, or anyone else for that matter, and it's useful to know that they all survived.
Still, John feels frustrated once they finally give up and head back into the cold. It's a lingering frustration from the morning which is only amplified by the sense of having achieved so little.
"Why did Darma even send us down with so little information?"
John is zipped back up against the cold, sunglasses pushed up and hands shoved irritably into his pockets.
"I mean surely she wants us on side, right? So why not at least give us her side of the story! She knew Magda would tell us his, and that he doesn't like her. It doesn't make any sense! I mean I get that they don't want to interfere, but they already have with --"
There's a sudden, blinding flash and John is reaching for his gun even as he tries to get his eyes to focus again. When they do, scraps of what seems like paper are fluttering to the ground around both of them. He lowers the weapon slowly, crouches down to pick up one of the bits of paper and stares.