On the world classified by the Stargate program as P4V-837, the SG-1 team encounters an environment hospitable to humans, and the Kayeechi, a race of seemingly friendly natives. But after a few hours spent with their hosts, the team finds themselves hallucinating--each member seeing a completely different landscape than the others--both while dreaming and awake. The longer the team remains guest of the Kayeechi, the darker their dreams become. SG-1 have become unwilling participants in a brutal conflict--and their subconscious minds have become the most deadly weapon of all...
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Desparately, Vair reached for the energy staff, trying to tug it loose from the straps that held it in place across O'Neill's back. O'Neill pushed the alien away, and in their struggle the staff came free and drifted down to the sandy sea floor. Vair dived after it, and O'Neill kicked hard to get there first. As he claimed the weapon, Vair took his hand, and pointed.Not ten meters away, one of the octopi had a small coral-creature in his tentacles, and the massive beak was poised to crunch through its skull.
O'Neill had a strong convinction that anybody who was trying to kill a kid was by definition not a good guy. He raised the energy staff and fired.
The bolt of energy flashed, sizzled, and dissapated in the water.
For some reason, the staff wouldn't work. He reached for his zat gun, and got the same result. The weapons were useless here, whether it was the water, the weapons themselves, or some other reason. He shook his head at Vair, dropped the gun, and dived toward the octopus, which was still floating serenely in the water, beak open, as if waiting for a cue to crunch.
The next moment man and alien were standing in the middle of the desert, as dry as if they'd never been near a body of water in their lives...
