Pentavus
Epilogue
"We will never forget them."
Shawn was standing at the podium, the entire population of Pentavus (around thirty people) before him.
"We will not forget them because they gave their lives for our safety. Mottè himself gave us the powers entrusted to him and the others by the ancients themselves. They did this so that the power and the responsibility of the great Pentavus Stargate would never fall into the wrong hands."
Shawn cleared his throat as he looked around the room. "I know that many of you want to return home. But we, as Pentavus, have been entrusted with the conscientiousness that comes with such responsibility as a power like the Pentavus Gate. But if we band together, and use this power properly, this planet, this city, can become our home. Our new home."
The people before him nodded and some even applauded.
"Next, I would like to announce the addition of Marcus Mandraga to the P-1 team."
The audience applauded again and Marcus approached the stage and received his badge before resuming his seat.
"Finally—" but then there was a large churning sound as the gate began to activate.
"EVERYBODY CLEAR THE WAY!" Shawn said, grabbing the podium and microphone and dashing out of the way. "Clear the way for the splash!"
The crowd quickly parted. "Lower the shield!"
As the shield hardened, the gate activated. There was a loud sound as things crashed against the trinium barrier, and then the gate disengaged.
Shawn was in his element. "Michaels! Raise the shield! Robinson! Track that wormhole to its source! Gerard! Get this gate back online! Hallie! George! Come with me." He turned to go up the stairs to the briefing room. "We've got a lot of work to do."
We are not the Earth's last line of defense. The earth is too miniscule to matter in the picture we now see.
We are the Universe's last line of defense.
When we stepped though the gate into the city known as Pentavus, the capital of the Universe, we did not know what would come to pass. We did not know the responsibility that would be handed to us. But now it is ours, and it is ours to keep. We are the Universe's last line of defense.
We cannot fail.
We cannot fail.
-- Shawn Jordan, Pentavus