Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā // @scriptdustā ( john sheppard ) sent, Ā āĀ thatās not going away any time soon.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He can offer no disagreement. Through the viewport, a ship lingers in lower, geosynchronous orbit, a barrier to their own purposes. Whatever the reasons for its presence, their proven poor luck is unlikely offer no easy way out, a convenient early departure. Not if precedent is anything to judge by. Cam leans forward over the console, chin balanced upon his hand ( not out of disinterest, mind; merely a grim, fatigued resignation ). He straightens, however, at Sheppardās confirmation of his own suspicions, mustering the resolve for action.Ā Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Right. Guess that means weāre going in anyways, huh? Shall we? āĀ Ā Though he phrases it as a question, he knows thereās no debate to be had, no other options save to see this though, inconveniences or not. After a few moments, he adds,Ā Ā ā Since weāve got uninvited company, any thoughts on what I should expect on the ground? āĀ Ā Heās on Sheppardās turf, after all, and even though heās compulsively read every report he could get his hands on in preparation for their little jaunt to PegasusĀ (Ā a form of compensation for lack of experience that has lingered as a habit, no matter the plentiful, practical experience gleaned in the preceding years with SG-1 ),Ā he knows heās no true expert here.










