…Sink or Swim (or Start Fighting)…
They were sinking.
Kolya seriously did not approve of this.
Giving your life for the good of the Genii was noble and just and etc. but drowning when he was so close to Sheppard that he could practically taste it?
The gods laugh.
"Sirell…"
"Kolya, I assure you, nothing like this has never happened before. I—I…"
"…I am sorry about your pilot," Kolya said roughly after a moment. Sirell inclined his head.
"Sheryn was brave as she was resolute."
Kolya blinked. "Well. Do you have any sort of emergency backup controls?"
"Of course!" Sirell snapped.
"Where are they?"
"…they're in the forward section of the ship."
Kolya stared at him.
"The ship is incapable of flying underwater, we did not consider the possibility of crashing into the water and not having the ship immediately explode."
"Explode?" Kolya asked, starting to look seriously pissed.
Sirell shrugged. "You have been to our planet. We do not have these ridiculously large oceans. We have plentiful rivers. They are adequate."
"How exactly do you plan on getting us out of here, then?"
"We have attempted and we have failed. This is why the Shevva's do not take aggressive action. We have been warned by the gods, and now we must accept our fate."
"Accept our fate?" Kolya snapped, eyes narrowed. "We're getting out of this."
"You're being childish," Sirell snapped.
Kolya blinked. "I said that to Sheppard. Don't compare me to Sheppard!"