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Heimdall shook his head, "My scans would have detected any such anomaly. There is no match on the planet or in it's immediate vicinity."

"I'll have all the gateroom tapes reviewed on the off chance Hatchin's slipped through pretending to be part of an SG team. I seriously doubt it though, he didn't even have security access below level 15." Cam looked pretty worried. This had just gone beyond playing at politics, this was a real threat now. "Guys, I need to take this to General Landry."

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Yseult nodded her head emphatically. "Yes, Cameron, I most certainly agree. This is turning out to be a graver concern than I had been left to believe." Her elegant finger continued tapping her lips, her gaze flitting from Cam to Gwyn and back.

"Could it be possible that Hatchins was placed at the SGC for a reason other than what you thought? That reason drawing attention away from his real purpose. We should try to trace his movements for his time in Cheyenne, try to find out what he may have really been up to."

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"Check with Olivia, Gwyn and Caine on that, they were keeping an eye on him." He moved over to the beaming area and nodded to Heimdall.

"Now if you'll excuse me I need to deliver this news to the General immediately." The little alien did something on his console and Cam disappeared in a flash of white light.

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Gwyn turns to Yseult as Cam vanishes, "We didn't have much of a watch on him as it was largely unofficial when we started. However, with Colonel Mitchell and General Landry involved now we may be able to access any security camera footage that has been kept. It won't cover all areas, but it will give us some idea of his movements. Frankly though when I spoke to him he didn't strike me as that intelligent, cunning perhaps, and certainly crooked, but not particularly intelligent."

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Out on the hull of the ship, in the complete silence of vacuum Kyria sat staring at the beautiful blue and white globe of the Earth. Despite the pollution on this version of Earth it was still beautiful, the effects not being visible from space without enhanced perception.

It wasn't long before much of the tension that she hadn't even realized was there had started to drain from the young woman. There was really nothing like staring down at the Earth and in this case the blue sphere was quiet small. Prometheus was most of the way toward the moon in the direction of the sun to avoid being seen by it's inhabitants.

The other beautiful thing was that this far away there weren't the myriad of voices shouting to be heard in her head, that was really the best thing about space. She could block out the 'noise' but like the tension it was relaxing to let go and not have to keep them out. There was the crew below on the ship, but so few voices were took almost no effort.

Kyria wasn't even aware at first but she was drifting mentally letting her thoughts go quiet and in the quiet, in the darkness, she began to see images they came and were gone before she could grasp them, there was a sense that she should recognize them and know what they were and meant, but the passed too fast to hold. After a few moments of this a few of the images were longer or perhaps more vivid so that she was able to hold them in her mind. There was a huge golden pyramid but it wavered, at once crumbling into the sand at it's base and at the same time solid as a rock standing defiant before the ravages of time.

There was a shadow occulting the Earth, but in the vision she couldn't see what threw the shadow. There was a sense of color, red, and green, and blue and yellow and white, and somehow the colors were each an old fashioned skeleton key that together opened a treasure chest, but there was a sense of great loss associated with opening the chest. There was a disease rising from within the Earth that spread among the people and reached out toward the stars, but that image was weaker. There was an image of Colonel Carter being attacked by the equipment in her lab, telephones and microscopes and computers all animating and moving menacingly toward her. Worst of all there was an image of Daniel and some unknown woman reaching out to shake the hands of strangers that she could not see, but instead of greeting them in return a huge hand that blotted out the sky was reaching back and the hand had nails like talons on it's finger tips. There was an image of a ship rising from beneath the sand, a ship unlike any seen before and with it's rise it brought both hope and a great loss. The ship flew proudly through space with Cam at it's helm and Kyria and the the other specialist's at his side as first one and then another and another smaller ships threw themselves at it to be crushed against it's grey hull. Even as it triumphed, more and more enemies gathered until the sky was full of ships, so many that it couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.

Even as the vision passed over her and faded Kyria knew she was there in each of the images somewhere and there was a sense of uncertainty about many of the images as if they weren't yet decided, but some felt more immediate as if they were already in motion and advancing toward her. With the return to herself and the fading of the vision it became impossible to recall which images seemed to be closer or farther away like waking from a dream. The harder she tried to recall and hold onto the feeling the more they wanted to slip away.

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She would have said something, had their been any air in her lungs. As it was she just stared wide-eyed out into the vast emptiness of stars as her mind tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. She reached out to the mind of the first specialist she'd thought of. Hadn't he said something about coming outside, too?

Gwyn? Can you come help me back inside? I'm a little out of it and I don't want to end up floating off trying to get back inside. And....and could you ask someone to have something to write and draw with available when we get back in?

Her mental 'voice' sounded unsure and distracted, as evidence by the fact that she hadn't even thought to ask if Heimdall could just teleport her back into the engineering room.

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Gwyn looks blank for a moment then focuses on Yseult in front him again, "Kyria's feeling odd outside and has asked me to go get her, could you met us down at the Med. Bay?" Barely waiting for a responce he cut in a burst of speed and dashed to the airlock by which Kyria had gone onto the surface of the ship. He quickly piled everything apart from his clothes into a locker and called through on the intercm so that the bridge didn't panic when they got a warning about the airlock opening.

Waiting, impatiently for the airlock to cycle, Gwyn activated his flight. As soon as the door opened he flew out and looked around for Kyria. Spotting her, he immediately flew down to her.

*You called for a taxi? Yseult's going to meet us at the med bay and my laptop is in the locker next to the airlock that you can borrow to write or draw stuff on.*

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"Of course, Gwyn..." Yseult said to the British specialist's back. She looked towards Heimdall for a moment, a slight twist to her mouth, then shook her head. Asking him to beam her, Kyria, and Gwyn directly to the med bay seemed like a waste of energy for such a short-range jaunt.

She left her laptop where it was, simply snapping it closed, then briskly strode for the med bay. Her face was calm, cool, a slight professional smile on her full lips - those she passed in the hall received a distracted nod for their hails.

Qu'est qui passe, maintenant?

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Kyria gave Gwyn a thankful smile as she held on to him while he flew back into the ship. She felt somehow different to him now, just something odd that he couldn't quite put a finger on but vaguely reminded him of Yseult and Olivia.

*Thanks. I'd probably have been fine, but it's a good idea to err of the side of safety in space.* Her brow furrowed at the mention of the med bay and she seemed poised to protest. Then she didn't. She gave him a another grateful smile has he pulled his laptop out from the locker before they headed deeper into the ship. She managed to hold off opening it until she was sitting on a bed in the medical bay; she'd never had much use or contact with places like these or with doctors in general, so she just waited and wrote or drew out whatever came to mind as she thought about what happened on the hull of the ship. Focusing on it seemed to make it slip away so she just let her mind wander over it, looking at nothing too closely or too critically lest it disappear completely from her memory.

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Yseult made it to the Med Bay just after Gwyn and Kyria did. A visual inspection of the young woman revealed nothing more than her stunning appearance. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted what was on the monitor of the laptop, then turned her doctor's smile on Kyria.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency - sorry. I had always wanted to say that, my husband would groan. What seems to be the problem, Kyria?"

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She glanced over at Gwyn, wondering what it was he'd told the Frenchwoman. "It's not an emergency, really. I just felt a little strange outside and didn't want to loose my grip on the ship and float off into the void. Oh, and...just a sec...." She finished up what she was doing on the laptop and saved it all. "I'm not sure exactly what happened outside but I feel....different, now. I...hmn...I really don't know how to explain it. I saw things...sort of....more like I got impressions of things, only I know they're not real. Or at least they're not real yet. Or we haven't found them. Or..." Her babbling trailed off and she shook her head again. "Like I said, I'm not sure. It was just weird. So I wrote it down. And drew it...down, I guess. Has Heimdall gotten any results from the scans yet?"

The change of subject was abrupt but didn't seem to be a misdirection of any sort; Kyria was acting almost manic but didn't seem to be out of control of herself. She was just acting...well, weird.

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"Alas, non, the scan results, they are not ready, Kyria." Yseult arched an eyebrow in mild concern about Kyria's behaviour. "I am thinking I should run a few quick tests, Kyria, just to be safe. Your... resistance - well, the rules governing these powers in this dimension may be slightly different than yours, so their effects may affect you in a manner you were not expecting." Yseult's vivid eyes glanced at the laptop for a brief second before focusing on Kyria again.

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The screen on the laptop was disorienting at first. The was writing, and arrows pointing from the scraps of words to pictures: keys colored in a rainbow of colors, some sort of odd box that was drawn differently several times and had questionmarks around them, a ship surrounded by smaller ships that had the names of the specialists written around it and the word 'sands?' above. There was also Col. Carter being attacked by what looked like either a computer or a fax machine, and Daniel shaking hands with a woman that looked sort of like a harpy.

None of it made any sense and there was definitely something off with the young woman. She was watching the screen intently, occaisionally updating a picture or adding words in with precise and frustrated movements. She just felt different somehow.

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She shrugged, "Nothing happened, I mean I was alone out there just watching the planet spin for a while. And then...and then I was seeing other things. I don't know. It was like...like I could see things about the past and about now and...and things that might happen, if we do one thing or another." She sighed and scrubbed her hands over her face. "Sorry, I know I'm not being all that clear. I just don't know a better way to describe it. I could try showing you what I felt, but I don't really think that's going to be any clearer."

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Yseult pulled her eyes away from the disorienting images on the screen. "I think it would be good to run some routine tests, just to be on the safe side, yes?"

The blonde doctor cocked her head, tapping a finger to her lips when Kyria suggested showing them the images. She had spoken to Kyria telepathically, but had never been shown something that way - she had a purely scientific curiosity to see what it would be like.

"I would be interested in having you show me these images telepathically, Kyria. It must be a very different viewpoint than seeing them on the screen of a laptop. Perhaps it will shed some insight, having someone see it as you did."

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Kyria nodded and turned to each of them, sending the images and impressions she had experienced out on the hull of the Prometheus. Beyond all the strange images and feelings of confusion or impending whatever there was an acute feeling of every moment in time that passed. For all the strangeness of the experience, both Specialists could have told anyone that cared to ask exactly how long the vision took, to the microsecond.

Click to reveal.. (The Vision)
There was a huge golden pyramid but it wavered, at once crumbling into the sand at it's base and at the same time solid as a rock standing defiant before the ravages of time. There was a shadow occulting the Earth, but in the vision she couldn't see what threw the shadow. There was a sense of color, red, and green, and blue and yellow and white, and somehow the colors were each an old fashioned skeleton key that together opened a treasure chest, but there was a sense of great loss associated with opening the chest. There was a disease rising from within the Earth that spread among the people and reached out toward the stars, but that image was weaker. There was an image of Colonel Carter being attacked by the equipment in her lab, telephones and microscopes and computers all animating and moving menacingly toward her. Worst of all there was an image of Daniel and some unknown woman reaching out to shake the hands of strangers that she could not see, but instead of greeting them in return a huge hand that blotted out the sky was reaching back and the hand had nails like talons on it's finger tips. There was an image of a ship rising from beneath the sand, a ship unlike any seen before and with it's rise it brought both hope and a great loss. The ship flew proudly through space with Cam at it's helm and Kyria and the the other specialist's at his side as first one and then another and another smaller ships threw themselves at it to be crushed against it's grey hull. Even as it triumphed, more and more enemies gathered until the sky was full of ships, so many that it couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.
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Yseult reeled under the flow of images running through her mind, steadying herself with a hand on a infirmary bed. Her other hand brushed back a strand of golden hair and felt her forehead, surprised that it was not damp with sweat.

"That was a... intensive experience, Kyria. Despite the sense of immediacy, or perhaps, because of it, it seems to me like it was a particular;y lucid dream, your mind taking bits and pieces of what you have heard and experienced and forming them into a mélange of vague, unearthly conjecture. It does not seem to be terribly promising, what you have... seen."

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Gwyn shakes his head and briefly leans on the wall nearby before turning his attention back to the two female Specialists, "Well, I can see why you felt a bit wobbly and wanted a lift back in. Either of you have any clue what any of that could be about, because right now I don't have a clue?"

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The young woman looked thoughtful, then shook her head. "I don't think I'm hallucinating or having some sort of mental breakdown, Yse. It's possible, I suppose, but unlikely. As for an answer to what it is; I'm as lost as you are, Gwyn. It feels important but it is also vague and chaotic. Perhaps I'll understand it later. For now, I just didn't want to lose it or forget it."

She saved her documents and emailed them to her SGC account so she could look them over later. "Well, should we check in with the others? Heimdall still hasn't had that talk with me that he wanted, and until we get the results back from the Asgard homeworld or until we get assignments, I should make myself available for him in thanks."

She slid off the bed, still feeling so much more than she had only a couple of hours ago. She smiled at Yse, "Um, doctors are supposed to tell people it's okay for them to leave the sickbay, right?"

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Gwyn nods as Kyrie talks about the vision, "No, I don't think you are going mad either. Perhaps something about being outside managed to cause a flash of a different power, or a new power. Precognition maybe? Anyway, we should make sure it gets well documented and regularly reviewed in case we can spot the beginning of anything in there starting and get a clue on how to shift things."

When she had finished with it Gwyn reclaims his laptop and offers to escort Kyrie back down to engineering, he has work of his own to continue there, and questions of his own for Heimdall.

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"You seem to be in well enough condition, Kyria," Yseult said with a faint smile, tinged with the slightest bit of concern. "You are free to go, of course, but it you experience any other new symptoms or unusual effects, please, come and tell me."

"Checking in with the others seems like a good idea, and there is little else to do here until we get the results back Heimdall."

Yseult moved down the hall with Gwyn and Kyria, reflecting on the images. "I do not think we should dwell over much on these... visions, and I am hoping you are taking no offence Kyria. I am thinking that people will see what they wish to see in these images and their own experiences will cause them to misinterpret them. For example, the part where Samantha is attacked by lab equipment and such, to me, is seems to imply replicators, but that is because I have dealt replicators before and know that Sam has too. I am sure it can mean many other things as well, though."

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"Heh. I've turned into a walking Roschrach? I'll have to put that on my New Year's cards, then." Her tone was light, but she was still thinking, "As for the replicators, they don't attack that way from what I understand. They'd use her equipment to make warrior replicators, but not as weapons themselves. Steve could do that, or really any nova with cyberkenetic abilities. That's where my first thoughts went. Um, not to Steve particularly, just to quantum abilities. You're right, though, it could be something entirely different that doesn't touch on either of our biases."

They speculated back and forth amongst the three of them as they made their way back to the engineering room where Heimdall resided, hopeful of some news back from the Asgard homeworld.

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