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A Gate To...?

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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Nathan had been flying around the city again, but he came around for a landing, not far from the woman standing before the gate.

He landed, and was about to speak when the angels on the gate drew his attention, calling back memories of a childhood toy. Why he should have suspected sooner that his real home was always being in the air.

It took Lyta several seconds to realize that she wasn't alone anymore. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she caught sight of a--admittedly attractive--man who looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, then turned her attention back to the gate. "It's funny," she said, "I was beginning to think I was the only one on this ship who was older than 25 and younger than sixty."

Nathan turned to her, and likewise noting her features like the sometime player and politician he is. There was a toothy Petrelli grin from him in return, and a small chuckle.

"I think Cybil's closer to our age, but I get what you mean. Too many kids running around. Makes me wonder just what Stacy's planning with us."

"Babysitting?" Lyta answered with a considerable tinge of sarcasm. As each hour ticked by, and there had been many, Lyta grew more impatient with Stacy's vagueness when it came to just why she'd decided to snatch them up. It was like having to deal with Ulkesh again, forced to endure his manipulation and orders but never knowing the whole picture.

"I've heard some of the others mention an army," she said, offering him what little information she'd picked up wandering around the crowd of people when they'd gathered in the Obs deck.

"God I hope not, bad enough I did that for years with my brother." Nathan frowned at the idea of it. He placed his hands on his hips, though sometimes his right hand came up to make gesturing motions as he spoke.

He then continued by explaining, "So have I, I spoke with Cybil, and she even said there's people with special abilities, and many with either combat training or experience with combat. This guy named Wednesday's doing a census. All it's adding up to an army."

"Greeaat..." she said with a roll of her eyes, realizing--even for herself--that she'd been hoping he might contradict her and tell her that she'd heard wrong. So much for that.

"I'd like to know where she got my number," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "What? Is there some kind of newsletter that I'm not aware of with a big ad that says: 'Building an army to save the galaxy? Call Lyta!'"

Lyta, a pretty name part of his mind noted.

Out loud, Nathan scratched the side of his head, "Yeah, and I can guess where she got mine. I wasn't exactly a private figure back home." Making a very public speech to out one's abilities? Yeah, he knew he was painting a target on himself even before those shots were aimed at him.

"What I wanna know is," said Cybil as she walked up to join them, "if they are building an army, why'd they have to build one out of so many goddamn teenagers?"

She'd missed the first part of the conversation.

"Have you met the mini-Superman yet? Pure concentrated arrogance and teenage stupidity. He hit on me. I'd slap the hell out of him if I wasn't a cop and it wouldn't break my hand."

Lyta scowled at the news of the pre-pubescent superhuman. "Well, for his sake, let's hope he starts to learn something about boundaries," she said, already coming up with interesting ways to 'torture' the kid if he got too out of line.

"Maybe they're the front forces to be used up first? Wouldn't be the first time that tactic's been used," Nathan commented, and added, "I can't say that I have, but I'll keep an eye out for him."

Probably be one of the few people around here who could chase him down from the air if I had to. He thought to himself.

"Human wave attacks? I'd go with it," Cybil joked, her voice deadpan.

She looked up at the massive gate.

"What I want to know about this thing is--where does it lead?"

"I don't know," Lyta said, following the captain's gaze back to the gate. She shrugged. "I suppose we could knock and see if anyone answers," she added sarcastically.

Nathan approached it, and stared upward.

"I could try to see if I can open it from the other side." And with that he rose in the air, straight up to head for the top of the gate.

"Hey! Hey, wait a second! For all we know, it's keeping something in rather than keeping us out."

"What a show off..." Lyta said aloud, looking up and following the man's figure as he flew up toward the peak of the enormous gate, keeping him within line-of-sight.

Get down here before you do something stupid, she scolded, slipping the message straight into his mind.

"And you thought the teenagers were going to be hard to control," she said to the captain, although not taking her eyes off of the man flying overhead.

The telepathic message startled him, and briefly he thought it was somebody from home.

Parkman? He turned his head to look back down. No, that was from that Lyta woman. She's like Matt. He started to descend.

"Just trying to get a better view of the situation, you'd do the same if you could." He stated as he landed on the ground by the two women again.

"You're familiar with reconnaissance, right?"

"Yes. But opening giant gates on an alien spaceship when we don't know where they lead isn't exactly a good idea. If we try it, we ought to at least have more people capable of a fight here, in case we'll wind up in one."

"Any suggestions of who?" Lyta said, glancing behind them as if looking for any volunteers. "I'm not a fan of waking things up that shouldn't be awakened, but I'm not exactly comfortable having a hot-headed teenager that might cause more problems than he solves tagging along, either."

She then turned to the door, stepped toward and placing her hand on it, running her palm down its engraved surface. "And we'll never know what's behind it unless we look..."

Nathan glanced at Lyta, "You're some kind of telepath, right? I know a guy back home who could do that too. Can you pick up anything from the other side?"

"No," Lyta answered with a shake of her head. "It doesn't work like that. I have to be on a line of sight." Okay, so that wasn't one hundred percent true. "I can stretch it around corners sometimes by following the flow of the walls or even when the thoughts bounce off them. But with an actual physical barrier...? Not a chance. I won't be able to sense anything until we open it."

"If we open it."

Something about it had her instincts going and she didn't know what exactly it was. She just had this sense of...foreboding.

As beautiful as the carvings were, something wasn't...right.

Nathan frowned, and looked it over again.

"I'd say we should, or do you want those damn kids to open it themselves? Better we find out what the hell it is first?"

"He's got a point," Lyta said looking over at Cybil. "Some of them have been itching for a fight ever since they got here. Do we really want them poking around without knowing what's there first?"

"I just have this feeling, okay?" she said, looking at the gate. "And believe me, I have very good instincts."

A hologram flickered, dim and static-ey because the nearest projectors were not in good shape.

"There is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.”

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