“The princess wants to make a station that goes out and hunts Kabane,” Uryuu stated. “Wants to run this hayajiro for Aragane, and for Hunting. And she hasn’t lied to us yet.” He eyed them all. “If the Kongokaku get off at Shitori, we’re not offloading there. Might as well stay on board to the next station after that. See what happens.”
We need more time to think. To see what the Koutetsujou’s really like. Uryuu almost bared his teeth. See if they snap, when a station’s right there – and it doesn’t want them anymore.
His men traded glances, obviously not sure staying on the Koutetsujou longer was the best call. Well, tough. He’d kept ‘em alive this long. He wasn’t just letting them jump off the hayajiro into hostile station territory. Not until Eishun had his widgets, anyway-
Eishun stiffened at a gust of wind, and Uryuu wanted to kick himself. He’d heard the hatch, he just hadn’t paid attention to the creaking; Koutetsujou bushi came and went without causing any trouble, and Kongokaku wouldn’t come near their car without making a lot of noisy ruckus first. At least, that’s what he’d thought.
And maybe he was still right, ‘cause the green-and-black coming through the hatch were no Kongokaku. What were the Keishi offworlders doing here- oh.
You said you’d tell ‘em about Biba. Looks like they came to hear it.
They didn’t get more than two feet inside the hatch, O’Neill stopping dead as Teal’c sealed it. The gray-haired bushi’s eyes crossed as small and yellow buzzed in front of him, and Uryuu let himself smirk.
“Bees.” O’Neill’s deadpan was somehow even more dry than Kurusu’s. “Why.”