My name is Peace; I was once Chaos. I have very little memory of my life before Secranda; they say I had neither the power of sight nor hearing. They rescued me from the dead planet where I was, brought me to their city, with it's scientifically-advanced society. The doctors were so proficient that they assured me of their ability to restore my sensory faculties, complete with the recognition and comprehension that I would need along with my new capacity. They replaced the damaged nerves in my ears and eyes—
By the time they realized their error, most of them were dead. Immediately, they placed me back in the stasis chamber where they found me and—not wanting to risk another planet's safety by sending me through the Stargate—instead sent me to a passing asteroid large enough to provide a comfortable habitat. They sealed my ears, blocked my eyes and restricted my movements as precautionary measures. They said they mapped the asteroid's orbit, and that the next time it was close enough to use the Starbridge again, they would have had enough time to devise a remedy for the failed cure they had already done but could not undo.
I have survived since then, kept alive within the chamber, occupied by nothing but my own thoughts, waiting for the day when I would once again pass near Secranda and perhaps be cured completely this time. I only wished that day would be soon...

"Gentlemen, I want you to put your personal feelings aside and come to a decision: where would it be in the best interests of Stargate Command to explore next?" General Hammond stared across the table at the two men, Colonel Jack O'Neill and Dr. Daniel Jackson.

Daniel and Jack, on the other hand, stared at each other, both daring the other one to go first.
The hesitation only caused them both to speak at the same time.
"General, I think that we should—"
"General Hammond, sir, with all due respect—"
Hammond slapped the table with open palms in mild irritation. "Colonel, you first!" he ordered.

Jack nodded, "Sir, I think SG-1's next order of business should be P5X-589."
"The planet that destroyed the probe we sent out a few days ago."
Jack shrugged and nodded, "Well, sir, the probe could very well only be missing the camera unit; we aren't exactly sure what happened to it after the readings came back as habitable and then the video cut out."

Daniel leaned forward, "Sir," he said to General Hammond, "rather than exposing myself and the team to a potential threat, would it not be a better idea to travel to one of the Ancient planets, like P43-267? I'm sure it would provide us with valuable information on a world where the Goa'uld have no power—perhaps they might even have technology and knowledge to help us defeat them."
Hammond looked from one to the other.
Jack rolled his eyes, "Seriously, Daniel? The last three missions have been reconnaissance! Can we just go someplace where I can get a little action?"
"Is that all you think these Stargate missions are good for?" Daniel asked derisively. "Going to other planets and killing things? Maybe P5X-589 doesn't want any visitors!"
"Yeah, well, last I checked, the Four Races weren't too keen on us humans poking around their stuff, either!" Jack shot back.
"Where are Captain Carter and Teal'c, Colonel?" Hammond cut in, attempting to diffuse the situation.
Jack huffed. "They're in the lab, sir—monitoring a third location."
"General Hammond, sir!" Sam Carter swept into the room just then. She snapped a quick salute, a huge grin on her face. "I think you'll want to see this. I may have found something."
The trio followed her back to the lab.

"As you know, sir, we began receiving signals from the area of P7-450 three days ago—almost as if there was a second Stargate there, like the two we have here on Earth." She began pulling up images and data on the screen. "I began monitoring the signals, and the day before yesterday, I discovered that it wasn't a second stargate on P7-450—it was a second planet within the orbit of P7-450." She pointed to the astronomical rendering of P7-450, as the frame-by-frame animation depicting planetary shift brought a smaller celestial body into view.

"Planet?" Jack scoffed, "That's not a planet! It's smaller than Pluto, for crying out loud!"
"No matter what it's size," Sam defended, dimming under the scorn of her friend, "emissions indicated the presence of a Stargate. And if you'll direct your attention over here," she moved to another console. "I sent a probe through the Stargate to the location, as per standard precautions, General. I got this footage a few minutes ago."

She pulled up a seven minute video. The first five minutes showed the probe scanning over a vast, empty wasteland, the edge of the horizon clearly visible in the distance. Whatever the planet or asteroid was, it's dimensions couldn't be more than ten miles in any direction. Nothing moved; the whole area seemed a deserted wasteland. Then the probe crested a small knoll, and everyone squinted incredulously at the screen.
"What in the name—?" Jack asked slowly.
An object rested among the rocks of the body designated P7-451.

"It seems to be a...crypt of some sort," Daniel muttered.

"A crypt?" Jack repeated. "The only thing on this...this asteroid is a crypt? We are definitely not going, then!" he shuddered, "Dead worlds and I don't...don't get along very well." He subconsciously rubbed his shoulder where one "artifact" from a deserted planet much like this one, only ten times bigger, had inadvertently stabbed him.

The video continued as the probe approached the "crypt." As it got closer, markings appeared on the stone surface. Just when it would have been close enough to decipher the message, a sudden flash erupted from the crypt, and the video cut to static.

"What was that?" Hammond asked.
Carter shook her head, "I don't know, sir. There seemed to be no other life forms detected. The atmosphere seems breathable, the terrain is stable—sir, I think this warrants further inspection," she kept a grin off her face as she slipped the last phrase right by her comrades, "if only to retrieve the probe and figure out what went wrong."
Daniel and Jack all but glared at her; she'd won, and they knew it.

Sure enough, the General nodded. "All right, SG-1, you are authorized to investigate P7-451 and retrieve the equipment. You'll depart in one hour."
Daniel shook his head as he complied; he didn't mind a simple recon mission; it was what he wanted, anyway.
Jack, on the other hand, was extremely unhappy.
"This had better be worth it," he muttered to Sam.

An hour later, the four members of SG-1 stood at the foot of the ramp leading to the Stargate as the final three chevrons locked in place. The event horizon exploded, and they were off.

As they took their first steps onto P7-451, Daniel stopped and blinked.
"Whoa, hey guys," he glanced around him, "haven't we been here before?"

A magnificent garden spread in all directions before them.

Teal'c took the beautiful sight in one impassive glance. "Indeed we have been here, Daniel," he observed, "Was it not this same world on which we were all trapped within a virtual reality construct based on our memories?"

Daniel turned to Sam, who was staring around at all the flowers and trees in bewilderment. "Are you sure you dialed it correctly?"
"I'm sure!" she gasped, nodding emphatically. "I don't know why all this didn't show up on the probe."

"Well isn't that the darndest thing!" Jack piped up sarcastically. "Hey Carter, I'll do you one better: we came here by the Stargate, right?"
Carter looked up at Jack, who stood at the top of a small hill where they had all been gathered upon arrival. "Yeah, we did." She frowned in confusion.

Jack smirked. "Well then," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the gardens—nothing but gardens as far as the eye could see behind him.

"Where's the Stargate?"