Fairbairn leaned over to Helena. “Nicely done,” she whispered. Helena nodded. They made their way to the power room without incident. Finding a new console terminal, Fairbairn went to it and logged in with while Larkin and Helena admired the Naquadah core. The greenish liquid glowed in the large vat in the center of the room.
Fairbairn went to work on the console. Just as the in the control room she worked at magic, her fingers flying at the controls. “The capacity of the tank is at forty-five percent. We may have maybe thirty stun shots left, fifteen kill shots, and ten or so disintegration shots. We do not have enough to shield the planet,” Fairbairn said.
“Could we get more liquid Naquadah to replenish the supply?” Larkin asked.