"Where are we?"
"I have no idea."
"Where's Harm?"
"Also no idea."
Harm Sr had climbed through his own ceiling then down a short air-vent like tunnel until he was able to look down and see Mac, open a panel beneath him similar to the one in his own corridor, and haul her up to join him. They had crawled along a bit to get away from where the Jaffa were most likely to look, then paused to take stock of their situation.
Had Mac been inspired by her godson's name to gather some background Star Trek knowledge, or if Harm Sr had ever even had the opportunity to do so, one or other of them might have compared the space in which they now found themselves to Jeffries Tubes. They might then have cast this comparison aside, on the grounds that not only were they on a planetary base rather than a starship, but Jeffries Tubes didn't tend to be lined with gold hieroglyphics. However, we shall never know whether either actually would have made the comparison, as neither was well-informed enough in such matters to do so.
"You have any suggestions as to where we might find your son? I kinda lost my bearings in all this crawling around."
"You know him better than I do. What would his first move be once we were separated?"
"Try and get back to us. How he'd do that depends on how the rubble looked from his side. If he thought there was a chance he could get through to one of us, he'd try that. If not, he'd look for another way round to get to us. But he'd spend a while on the rubble if he couldn't quickly find a way round to us, which is likely as we never got a good look at a map of this place apart from the bit we needed for Artemis' naquadah-stealing plan."
"So he's probably somewhere quite close beneath us."
"Unless some Jaffa go to him, or he saw some coming. Then he'd try to lead them away from us."
Harm Sr sighed. "And as we have no idea what's happened to him, we have no idea where he is, and no real way of finding out."
Mac thought for a moment.
"I'm not so sure about that."
"I have no idea."
"Where's Harm?"
"Also no idea."
Harm Sr had climbed through his own ceiling then down a short air-vent like tunnel until he was able to look down and see Mac, open a panel beneath him similar to the one in his own corridor, and haul her up to join him. They had crawled along a bit to get away from where the Jaffa were most likely to look, then paused to take stock of their situation.
Had Mac been inspired by her godson's name to gather some background Star Trek knowledge, or if Harm Sr had ever even had the opportunity to do so, one or other of them might have compared the space in which they now found themselves to Jeffries Tubes. They might then have cast this comparison aside, on the grounds that not only were they on a planetary base rather than a starship, but Jeffries Tubes didn't tend to be lined with gold hieroglyphics. However, we shall never know whether either actually would have made the comparison, as neither was well-informed enough in such matters to do so.
"You have any suggestions as to where we might find your son? I kinda lost my bearings in all this crawling around."
"You know him better than I do. What would his first move be once we were separated?"
"Try and get back to us. How he'd do that depends on how the rubble looked from his side. If he thought there was a chance he could get through to one of us, he'd try that. If not, he'd look for another way round to get to us. But he'd spend a while on the rubble if he couldn't quickly find a way round to us, which is likely as we never got a good look at a map of this place apart from the bit we needed for Artemis' naquadah-stealing plan."
"So he's probably somewhere quite close beneath us."
"Unless some Jaffa go to him, or he saw some coming. Then he'd try to lead them away from us."
Harm Sr sighed. "And as we have no idea what's happened to him, we have no idea where he is, and no real way of finding out."
Mac thought for a moment.
"I'm not so sure about that."