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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[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."