A Gate To...?

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Still in the city.

Considering the sheer size of the megalopolis that Stacy was carrying around, Lyta was hardly surprised that even after hours walking up and down its 'streets,' she still got the feeling that she hadn't even begun to scratch the surface with this place.  If the large blue--and perfectly symmetric--blue tree had taken her breath away, then what she saw when had turned this last corner had left her just as awestruck in its beauty.  A massive gate, cast in gold filigree, with the shapes and forms of what appeared to be angels carved into its surface--each flawless, as if it'd been etched into the giant doorway by a skilled craftsman.  It was beautiful, yet at the same time mind boggling.  The contrast of the 'ugliness' of Stacy's interior with some of the gorgeous structures she carried inside of her left Lyta with more and more questions the longer she explored.  And rarely with any answers.

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[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"That's my fault," Lyta confessed, more than a little disappointed that all he was finding were the physical effects of her deep scan on the captain and the efforts to push out whatever had been in her brain.

"Are there any hormone imbalances or chemicals or anything that shouldn't be there?" she asked, hoping he might find some physical trace of the entity that had apparently possessed Cybil. "Anything that would tell you if she had an alien inside of her?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan just watched them work. Medical end was Peter's area of knowhow, not his. He just kept his arms folded in front of him, and paced off to the side.

[cityship]

"I can avail myself of other scans, but I doubt there will be any--hmm."

That was...odd. "According to Energy spectrum scans, nothing is abnormal beyond the nerve inflammation--except for the fact that her body is giving off a faint ectoplasmic residue."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"A what?"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Ecto-what?" Lyta asked, her brow knitting in confusion.

[cityship]

"Not that... this should even be possible, but Stacy's databanks do verify that it is scientifically sound--some sort of ectoplasmic entity has left trace amounts of energy in your body--though it is fading."

He lowered his tricorder and looked up at all three of them.

"Ectoplasmic entity meaning a supernatural creature composed of a sort of undead...ether. Or so Stacy's medical databanks would suggest."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"What the hell you mean by that? Like a ghost?"

[cityship]

"Quite simply...yes. Even though such a thing SHOULD be impossible, but the research I have access to is fascinatingly--"

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

Cybil groaned, holding her hand to her head. "Are you telling me there's a fucking ghost on the ship now, too? Shit."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan frowned, and started to pace some more.

"Great, we supposed to have a proton pack now? How do we stop it?"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Folding her arms across her chest, Lyta listened intently as the doctor reveal the 'nature' of the being that had been possessing the captain. It was all surreal to her. She'd never--at least in her world--encountered or heard of anyone encountered ghosts or spirits. Yes, certain places and objects carried psychic imprints, echoes of events and people past that a telepath--if strong enough--could pick up on. But never an actual sentient ghost.

More worrisome was that no psychic echo could have placed those blocks in the captain's mind. Which meant one of two things: spirits in this universe could or...someone else did.

The second scenario made her pale. What had it said when she was fighting it? She didn't know what she was messing with? Then it called her fool when she'd expelled it.

"We don't," she said, thinking aloud. "It knows why we're here."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

She seethed for a moment.

"We're having a meeting," said Cybil. "Right now."