Man, it’s like trying to take a whole military convoy downrange, Jack thought, trading glances with his grim team as they all drained more coffee. With a refugee caravan mixed in, and endless angry hordes trying to take them down. And they’re doing it with, what, maybe thirty-odd trained soldiers and a bunch of armed civilians? Ouch.
Mind, armed civilians like Ikoma were apparently no easy bit to chew on. Fortunately.
And the Koutetsujou had made it so far, hurricane and all. But if they didn’t get to safe territory for some rest soon, someone was going to slip. Given that would leave SG-1 up the proverbial creek without even a boat, much less a paddle, Jack meant to do something about that.
Just as soon as I figure out what.
Sukari took in the team’s silence, and… well, it wasn’t a smile. More a sardonic twitch of very tired lips. “I’ve been there before.”
Sam sat up straight, almost losing a drop of coffee. “Wait. Yashiro Station, that bit about something stuck in the accelerator-”
“Linkage bar.” Sukari almost shuddered, with the distant stare Jack associated with an SGC airman thinking of near-misses of the snaky kind. “Kabane bones are worse than iron. Iron would have bent.”
Teal’c frowned. “Kurusu’s blade has cut Kabane spines.”
Sukari nodded; and that was definitely a wry smile. “One of these days, we want to figure out how that coating works. Right now I’m just glad Ikoma came up with it.” He glanced over the whole team. “You don’t know anything about hayajiro in-transit, so… Yukina and Lady Ayame went over the maps. There’s a bridge ahead we should be able to make it to. Where we can stop and ride out the storm.”
Jack didn’t have to look to feel his team’s aghast stare. “On a bridge.” When typhoon rain was already flooding places, and who knew what wind and debris washed downstream would do to the poor abused bridge supports.
Sukari didn’t look away. “A river-wide bridge. The Koutetsujou should fit… and we’ll only have to guard the two ends.”