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As the team stepped through the gate onto PBX-922, Justin was hard put to keep from laughing. The Stargate was located in an arid location that put him in mind of Angel Grove, most specifically the land around the Power Chamber. As he moved to the edge of the platform, Justin glanced up at the cliffs that provided minimal protection from the sun, "I know you said these places were like Earth," he said as T.K. stepped up beside him, "but this is a little much."

"It is hot," T.K. admitted.

"It's not that bad," Justin replied, "it's just like Angel Grove, or rather, it's just like the desert outside of Angel Grove."

"The Ancient outpost," Ferretti said as he stepped up on Justin's other side, "is that way." He consulted a device in his hand for a moment before setting off in the indicated direction. Justin and T.K. followed, with Jenna and their Athosian guide Janos behind them.

Justin settled his blaster in his arms and looked around again, still unable to deny how much this place cried 'home' to him. He just kept reminding himself what had happened to the Power Chamber which enabled him to keep his guard up.

When they finally reached the outpost, Justin was sweating, but not half as much as the rest of the team, although T.K. was taking the heat the hardest. "I'm from Alaska," he told Justin as they stopped outside the outpost, "I'm not designed for the heat." After T.K. had drunk some water, he looked better, and he got the door open with a minimum of effort.

Justin found himself following Jenna around, recording their exploration of the outpost with a camera Rodney had given him. Finally, Jenna got distracted by a working computer, and Justin leaned against a wall to observe. He'd no sooner begun to relax when the wall vanished and even his quick reflexes couldn't save him from measuring his length on the ground. "Justin?" Jenna said as she turned. Justin had a brief glimpse of her pale face before the wall reformed.

"That's not good," he muttered as he strained to see through the pitch blackness. Suddenly, a light came on. Justin pushed himself to his feet and looked around. This was not the Ancient designs he'd been familiar with this looked, older and different.

The room becoming visible in the brightening light looked like a control room with rectangular pedestals laid out in a neat pattern facing a large view screen. It looked familiar in a way, and Justin couldn't help but to get up and touch one of the panels. A small screen on the panel lit up with the words Ranger Ivede in a harsh green light.

Justin hissed softly at the words, they were the old Eltarean, a language he had picked up at the Academy as part of understand were words like 'zord' had come from. Recognizing the keyboard underneath, again as an older version of what he was used to, Justin typed in his name, team and planetary designation.

Welcome Ranger.

Justin shook his head and typed in a query, Ranger Logs, Identify. As he did, he could almost feel the Power moving in his mind, making the language not only understandable but one he could use to communicate. As information began to flow over the screen, Justin pulled his tablet out of his bag and sent a series of commands to allow the information to be transferred for personal study.

Justin was working through his second download when his communicator went off. For a long moment, Justin stared at his wrist, trying to remember why it would sound. As it went off a second time, he remembered creating a second wrist unit for Ferretti in case something happened to his radio. Hurriedly he hit the communication button, "This is Justin," he said.

"Justin, what the hell, are you ok?" Ferretti demanded.

"Uh, yeah," Justin replied, "I'm good, why?"

"Maybe because you fell through a wall and your radio isn't working," Ferretti replied.

Justin glanced around, "I think there's shielding on this room that blocks the radio frequencies. You wouldn't believe what's here though. I'm almost done; I'll be back in a second."

"Something over there is pulling energy," Jenna said suddenly, from the softer tone, Justin thought she was probably standing away from the communicator.

"Yeah, that's me," Justin said, and his tablet beeped. "I'm coming back through, stand away from the door." He tucked the device away and tapped a standby command into the computer. Then he walked back to the wall he'd fallen through, placed his morpher bearing hand on it and sent a firm, mental command to let him out of the room.

His arrival on the other side placed him in the middle of the team and he took a deep breath, "Sorry about that," he told them with a bright smile, "that room, it had Eltarean technology, real old, but still it was Eltarean. It even used the Eltarean language." He patted his bag, "I pulled some stuff that I can study back on Atlantis too."

Ferretti opened his mouth to say something when seven tall, white creatures burst into the room, "Shit, Wraith!" T.K. said and fired his P-90.

Justin went still long enough to take a good look at the psychic vampire aliens, and then he drew his blaster and fired. As he moved to support Jenna, he noticed that his blaster shots weren't stopping the Wraith completely, although they were taking damage from the hits. After the seven, however, came seven more and they were suddenly too close to risk shooting. "Justin, don't even think about it," Jenna said as Justin holstered his blaster.

Justin gave her a cocky grin as he pulled his secondary weapon from his bag. "Never do." Pointing the short, rectangular rod at the Wraith, he flipped a switch and it unfolded into a sword. With a yell, Justin threw himself on the Wraith, distracting them by getting into their personal space and using every trick he'd learned in twenty-seven years of studying the martial arts to clear space.

In the end, Jenna found the hidden escape route and they used it in a hurry. The escape tunnel came out close to the Stargate and they were able to dial out and get back to Atlantis before the Wraith could realize where they'd gone.

As they walked back through the gate, Justin looked down in his hand, not the sword wielding hand, the free one, and couldn't keep the disgust he felt when confronted by the exceptionally familiar, sapphire blue crystal that had appeared in it. When McKay arrived to fuss at them, he sighed, "Doctor McKay," he said and dropped the gem in the man's hand, "why don't you see what you can find out from this? I don't have the gene to work the equipment here."

Not that it would do any good, of course. Justin knew exactly what that was, a Power crystal, and he knew that he'd gotten it while fighting the Wraith for some unknown reason, but there was no way in hell he was ever going to admit why. He was, after all, retired.