[ EU ] A day at Stargate Command from the eyes of the janitor .

Nine years ago the noise was ear splitting, now as the alarms blared I did n't waiver. Now was the perfect time to finish moping my perfect floor and I would not be interrupted. I'd waxed it only two weeks ago, it was the least used hallway in the base and my best work yet. And a work I was determined to upkeep. It's remarkable, near artisticly sleek vernier shining up at me like a beacon. Not like the halls near the gate, you know everyone always talks about how secure the gate room is, that's bullshit. The second a wormhole is established a sandstorm wails through or a blizzard, breaching security and violating my immaculate work. 
 
 The alarms started up again and the speakers crackled to life `` Unscheduled offworld activation'' well that's just great! Either some idiots gotten himself smeared all over the iris, which takes hours to scrub or some team of brutes is going to come stomping through my clean halls trailing blood, mud and who knows what alien substances everywhere. I chided myself as I steered my mop bucket down the hall towards the gate room,'an artists work is never finished.'
