"What's the situation?" Kristie asked as she and the quads rushed into the Control room.
Sam looked up at them fervently as she tried to stop whatever was happening, "The Ori are attacking the Stargate directly."
Kristie sent out a tendril of her telepathy through the wormhole. "Open the iris," she said, her eyes closed, concentrating on the task at hand.
"What? Why?"
Cosette and Jacquie also had their eyes closed, in the same manner as their mother, but it was Elijah who answered her, "We can stop them from attacking Earth once and for all if you open the iris – if you keep it closed they'll win." His brown eyes implored Sam to trust them as he pleaded with her mentally, Please, Aunt Sam, we can beat this if you trust us.
"Open the iris," Sam said, not taking her eyes off Elijah. "You had better be right."
Elijah smirked in a very O'Neill like fashion, "Have no doubt about that."
The iris opened and Vala's genetically enhanced daughter, Adria, came through with about half a dozen Priors flanking her. Kristie nodded slightly to Cosette and soon the five of them were floating down the stairwell into the 'Gate room.
When they were in the corridor right outside the 'Gate room, Kristie silently told her children to wait outside; Mike shook his head, "No. We're going in with you."
Their determination coursed through Kristie's body and she knew there was no way she could change their minds. After a moment, she nodded, and the SF opened the door.
Kristie walked into the room with an air of… divinity that was only added to by her children flanking her. Adria cocked her head at the five, her mind seeking out to probe theirs. She was quite surprised at the defenses raised to prevent her or her Priors from reading them.
"Surprised?" Elijah asked, smirking, letting his fire flow through him and grow in strength. His eyes literally glowed with the heat within him, causing the Priors to cower back in fear. Who was this, so blessed by the Ori that their fire burned through him?
"Orici, you know the ones that you serve are not gods," Kristie said, her hair beginning to blow with the breeze that was Cosette's power coming out to play. "Why play games?"
Adria's eyes burned with anger, "These are not games. The Ori are gods, Unknown One. You play by unfair rules."
"The Ori play by unfair rules, Adria!" Kristie bellowed back. "One refuses to worship them and they are murdered. How is that fair? The Ancients never interfered with our people and never murdered us! I will only ask you this once: Why are you here?"
"For my mother," Adria said, her voice low, and her eyes boring into Kristie's in a battle of wills. It was a battle Adria was losing, and she knew it. "I'm here to save her soul while there is still time."
Jacquie's face was full of compassion, "Let us save your souls while there is still time, Adria. You and your Priors serve false gods, carrying out their works because they have more power than any one being should possess. You will not gain ascension, Priors of the Ori, you will gain nothing but death."
"You lie!" one of the Priors shouted, aiming his staff at the young girl. It suddenly flew out of his hand, along with the staffs of the five other Priors.
All six of them flew straight over to Cosette, falling down at her feet. Her eyes challenged each of them, "Don't try to pick them up – fire and water are dangerous enemies to have."
Kristie turned her attention back to Adria, "Now, you will leave this planet and not come back in any form. All planets protected by the Jaffa and the Tauri are no longer areas to increase your movement's size. Leave now, and live. Or I will let my children do with you whatever they wish."
While the Priors were now wary of this woman and her four children, Adria was still confident that she could handle them. "No," she said, her voice full of the confidence and determination that would both prove to be her downfall.
Kristie had created the illusion of a brick wall between her children and the Priors, only allowing their power to breach that wall when necessary. It was Elijah who first realized that the wall was down, and let his power snake through, surrounding the Priors and Adria with fire. "Let Adria through," Kristie muttered under her breath, knowing that their enemies would hear her, along with her children.
"I will not leave my followers," Adria boomed, in a very commanding voice that left little to chance. Those watching the fight from the cameras in the control room were shocked at what Kristie and her children were capable of doing.
Cosette cocked her head to one side, joining hands with her sister. Their eyes were turning into spheres of green and white threads, laced together. "Yes, you will," they said eerily in unison with each other, their joined powers snaking out and grabbing her body in a cocoon of vines and lifting her above the fire. She floated over to where the girls stood, to the left of their mother, their attention solely focused on keeping her in place and blocking all of her mental advances. It was a battle of wills, and the will of Adria was only half hearted.
Mike and Elijah finished off the Priors, leaving nothing left of them that a good paint job couldn't fix. Kristie had spent her time during the battle guiding her children's powers, strengthening them, and making sure that nothing could get at her stomach, where her eighth child lay growing.
It was only a few minutes before the battle was over, Adria was sapped of her power for the moment, and everyone was safe. For the moment.
Kristie looked at her two daughters, pride and love shining through her face as she said, "Disconnect from the cocoon, and let her drop."
The girls did as instructed. Adria lay on the floor, her eyes glaring at Kristie, silently wondering who the hell this woman was.
Kristie knelt beside the genetically enhanced woman and cocked her head to one side, "Orici, you now have a choice. I can help you – the rest of the people here can help you to learn the truth that you have blinded yourself to. Or, I can kill you. I doubt very much that your mother wants to see you dead." Her truthful eyes bored into Adria's fear filled orbs.
"Help me," the young woman finally whispered her voice hoarse. "Who are you?"
Kristie's eyes turned sad, aware that the whole base was now wondering the same question, "My children and I are of a new race, known as the Elementals."
Adria shook her head, "That's impossible. The prophecies about the Elemental make claim of an Asgard modified human with the Ancient gene strong in their veins. Whose children were first created out of violence and then through love. You cannot be the one."
Kristie stood up, coming to her full height of five feet, ten inches. "I am the one, Adria. Thor was my constant companion and teacher while I was growing up. The children you see here today are the Elements embodied – created in an act of violence that The Keeper used for good."
The quads looked at each other in confusion. They knew that their mother was talking about them… but to say they were created in violence? That could only mean one thing. Anger started to boil in their hearts, not at their mother, but at their biological father. They could faintly remember their third birthday when he had shown up at the SGC and begged to be a part of their lives.
They vowed to show him that he was wrong to assume that they would simply roll over and forget what their conception was once they had found out.
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