"Yeah so there's no activity," Tony relayed to the staring behind him on the bridge of the skiff. "They haven't found us, at least to in any way our scanners can detect. Pretty sure we can land safe."
The bridge was tense as they broke the atmosphere of the moon and, as expected, their power supply dropped significantly. If Earth was still there, if the ability to get back to their universe was still there, they wouldn't have the power to do it. Tony's mind was already working on that problem. They had decided yesterday that it was better if he wasn't in the new planet committee since he made everyone angry at him and that suited the engineer just fine. He would rather do what he loved. Build.
"I'm giving us a week on the surface," Tony said. "It's going to be cramped with eleven hundred and thirty-two people in what we have cleared but remind everyone that this isn't about being comfortable. It's about a pit stop."
It would take just under a week. Six days, in fact, for Tony to incorporate a version of an arc reactor into the skiff, powered by space radiation. It was probably his finest work ever. He just didn't feel like it was. In fact, he was pretty sure he was coming down with a flu. And he wasn't the only one. Sequestered away, he emerged to find almost half the population in the early stages of a flu. It didn't worry him so much, though, but he didn't see what Bruce and Mohinder were seeing as the first few children died.
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"Do it," Steve said, his arms crossed over his chest so he didn't feel the inappropriate need to lace his fingers together with his fiancé. Right now he needed to work and work meant no distractions.
The bridge was tense as they broke the atmosphere of the moon and, as expected, their power supply dropped significantly. If Earth was still there, if the ability to get back to their universe was still there, they wouldn't have the power to do it. Tony's mind was already working on that problem. They had decided yesterday that it was better if he wasn't in the new planet committee since he made everyone angry at him and that suited the engineer just fine. He would rather do what he loved. Build.
"I'm giving us a week on the surface," Tony said. "It's going to be cramped with eleven hundred and thirty-two people in what we have cleared but remind everyone that this isn't about being comfortable. It's about a pit stop."
It would take just under a week. Six days, in fact, for Tony to incorporate a version of an arc reactor into the skiff, powered by space radiation. It was probably his finest work ever. He just didn't feel like it was. In fact, he was pretty sure he was coming down with a flu. And he wasn't the only one. Sequestered away, he emerged to find almost half the population in the early stages of a flu. It didn't worry him so much, though, but he didn't see what Bruce and Mohinder were seeing as the first few children died.