Pentavus
By Porphyric Hemophiliac
Chapter 3
Note: THIS IS A VERY SHORT CHAPTER!!!
There was a lot of light, and Major Jordan felt like he was being ripped into a thousand pieces. He had gone through the Stargate before, but it was never like this. He seemed to move faster, go further than ever before.
And then he emerged. The sight was beautiful. The ramp leaving up to the Stargate was made of some translucent glass, ending on a fine stone floor. The walls were made of some silvery material that was covered in long columns of symbols, grouped into groups of six—this was truly a library indeed. The ceiling—oh, the ceiling!—was so high it was hard to make out, but it was covered in a map of what could only be the entire universe—it shifted constantly, showing different regions.
Jordan walked forward as the gate disengaged behind his crew and looked at the wall facing him. There was a large gold door that was obviously the door to the embarkation room. Above that, there was a large block of clear stone there, and behind it—
He raised his gun. There were seven or so people there, each with fiery red hair and eyes that even from this distance he could see were glowing purple. As the men and women who had emerged behind him saw them, they, too, raised their guns.
The large gold door opened, and through it stepped a man. He looked almost human—except that his ears were very long and hung down past his cheeks and his eyes were a bright red.
"Welcome, humans," he said, "to Pentavus."