Author's Note: This is part of a crossover with my good friend @Mim1986 and her Stargate stories.
Sister Helena and Major Will Troy entered the Chair Room. Will flipped a switch; the lights came on power monitors came to life showing display status on the chair and tactical displays on the station. The Chair Room was a small room about the size of a bank vault. In the center was the Ancient Controlled Chair, a metallic chair with a high back on a raised platform.
“That's it?” Sister Helena asked.
“That's it!” Will replied. “Not exactly the Iron Throne, but it'll do.” He wondered if he should have said that. “A nun watching Game of Thrones? Probably not, ” he thought.
“So what do we do now?” Sister Helena asked.
“We wait.” Will replied. He spoke into his radio. “Cate, this is Will. Come in.”
“Go ahead, Will,” was Cate’s reply.
“Sister Helena and I have made it to the chair room."