"We have an Incoming Wormhole! Closing the Iris, sir!"
"General, its a Nine cheveron address!"
"I do not think the iris will be effective, General," came the observation that draged all eyes up and through the glass into the gate room proper, where the shimmering disk of an event horizon had formed in FRONT of the gate, and its protective iris! The troops in the room proper snugged their weapons in tighter as the disk started to deform, then spat out its content, a man on a very human looking motorcycle, save that it hovered a few inches off the floor. He wore a grey helmet covering his head and gray cycling leathers, but from the way he was slumped forward certainly appeared to be unconcious. The cycle drifted slowly and uncontrolled down the ramp, and behind it the wormhole even horizon vanished with an unchareteristic audible 'Pop' as soon as the rear tire had materialized.
"Well," Col Jack O'Niel opinoned as the vehilce bumped up against the wall of the gate room and stopped. "Shall we see what sort of trouble has come to dinner?"
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children
"General, its a Nine cheveron address!"
"I do not think the iris will be effective, General," came the observation that draged all eyes up and through the glass into the gate room proper, where the shimmering disk of an event horizon had formed in FRONT of the gate, and its protective iris! The troops in the room proper snugged their weapons in tighter as the disk started to deform, then spat out its content, a man on a very human looking motorcycle, save that it hovered a few inches off the floor. He wore a grey helmet covering his head and gray cycling leathers, but from the way he was slumped forward certainly appeared to be unconcious. The cycle drifted slowly and uncontrolled down the ramp, and behind it the wormhole even horizon vanished with an unchareteristic audible 'Pop' as soon as the rear tire had materialized.
"Well," Col Jack O'Niel opinoned as the vehilce bumped up against the wall of the gate room and stopped. "Shall we see what sort of trouble has come to dinner?"
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children