"Personally, I don't know who screwed us over more… Humans or the Ancients…"

"Why is Havoc such a burden to Earth?" Teyla asked, agitated by the casual ranting of Inverse Rekhyt. The Asuran had even formed a chair out of blocks to make him comfortable. Rekhyt stared back at her.

"Don't pretend you don't know… Your dreams… the dreams of blood and angst… Ah… I see I have struck a nerve…" He said, laughing at the fear sparking in her eyes. "Surly you don't think it's a simple nightmare, do you? Those are messages that his subconscious is trying to let out. But so far, he can only project them over the Wraith network… You are nothing but an eavesdropper between his programming and his mind…"

"What will happen to him?" Sheppard growled through the bars.

"The Ancients are quite brilliant, really… too brilliant for their own good… They set up a failsafe on Earth… A little timer that will countdown to the revolution… Havoc, however, is the bomb and the timer…

"The ancients set up a piece of machinery in the Gate, so deep in the programming code, mere humans would never find it. When Havoc stepped through, the timer begins the countdown. Havoc will become the Ancient's last weapon… whether he want's to or not. It starts a process that we call the XYZ function. Each form is one step closer to the Armageddon of the Ancients. With each full evolution, Havoc will become more and more consumed by anger and rage. When that happens, Earth will… well… not to be cliché or anything, but… boom!"

"Then why capture us?" Ronon growled. Rekhyt snarled.

"Once base evolution is reached, Havoc will be unable to distinguish his enemies from friends. If it moves, he'll kill it. This is as big a problem to us as it is to you. I wanted to tell you in person that we will need your assistance…"

Before any more questions were asked, the humans were beamed away and Inverse Rekhyt melted into the wall.

EARTH

SGC

Havoc leaned against the wall, watching a nervous Dr. Lee begin a diagnostic on the Avatar chair. Since they couldn't have Havoc ripping his way through a practice course in real life, he'd have to settle for the virtual reality world of the chair. Everyone was a bit concerned that it would do to Havoc what it did to Teal'c. Havoc didn't seem all that worried. No machine can keep up with me, he had bragged.

Dr. Lee stood up. "Well… that should be about it… The chair will still learn from you, but not in the sense of personality wise. It will just take some information and throw it out for you to test yourself on."

"Can you make it hard?" Havoc asked. Lee shook his head.

"Well… Yeah… but it will depend on how well you do the first time." He said, walking out to the hall to beckon SG-1 inside. Havoc dashed to the controls and raised the level of difficulty.

10 percent! That's for children… Step it up to 60… He thought, slamming a finger down on the Enter button. He dashed back to the wall. He did all that in a quarter of a second. SG-1 walked in. Havoc smiled. He walked up to the chair.

"Let's step it up. Lee…? Start 'er up…" He snapped the wires out of the helmet, making the nervous doctor yell. Havoc took the wire and set it upon his arm, above the nerves. The machine connected him to the software. The first person screen from Havoc's point of view appeared active and showed a dark hallway. Dr. Lee looked over the information and swore loudly.

"He set the difficulty too high! Instead of one Anubis soldier, there'll be a Prior! I don't know if he can handle that!" Lee tried to deactivate the chair. The in game Havoc yelled.

"Dark Network!" A black cord acted like a whip across the hands, beating Lee back. Havoc smiled.

"C'mon Doc! Let me have a little fun…?"

Havoc had spawned in the service elevator in level 23. He wore a billowing black cloak, and he had a right arm. It wasn't Asuran, but he could still manipulate it to some extent. Havoc looked around and spoke to the ceiling.

"Alright, what do I do…?" Carter's voice answered in his ear. It was like she was right behind him.

"You need to get down 5 levels to the Gate room. A Prior just started a beach head."

"Right… One question… Can I use my ascended powers?"

"Sure? Why not?"

Havoc smiled and lifted a hand. A tiny sphere of light came to life in his palm. He leaned over, planting it on the ground, like sowing a seed. Havoc stood up and lifted a foot.

"Time for a cheat code… Soul Thread!" He screamed. A ring of light formed on the ground beneath and a hole four feet in diameter exploded into the concrete. Havoc fell through and looked around into the room He had dropped into a bathroom on level 24. Looking up, he notice the hole he left behind was a few feet in front of the elevator. He should have sensed the movement. Havoc ground his teeth. Damn lag… he thought. Walking into the hallway, he noticed something wrong.

The alarms were silent. No personnel ran past. Not even a damn spinning red light. Just silence. Had the Prior already breached the control room…? Or was there a third party in the programming they didn't expect. Expecting the worse, Havoc stepped into the hallway. He clasped his hands together and a solid ring of light formed on his wrist. He slammed it into the wall and the world melted like ice under the sun. He reappeared in the Gate room.

The area was breached, the vacuum of the Prior beach head sucking their out of him. The room was a blue hell, silence blocking all senses. Havoc saw the Prior, standing in the center of this crater of sound, staring at him, the rippling Gate behind him. The soldier winced as he gained a migraine. He could live for a few minutes without air, but after that, he would begin to suffocate. Havoc stepped foreword, arm glowing. The Prior spoke.

"Za… Za… Your name is so close…Your family name… weapon of the gods ... Your true purpose is nigh… and this pathetic simulation of life is the first step…"

Havoc's blood ran cold as he realized this was no longer a game. His subconscious mind had jacked into the system, the programming taking charge. Havoc swore internally as he jumped back, sending a cloud of pixilated dust into the air. The room flashed as Havoc screamed in pain. On his left wrist, an X made of light formed. Havoc blacked out, the world drifting into nothing.

In reality, the chair was going into overload, the screen long since on fire. Havoc's body was venting steam; the eyes clenched shut, teeth bared into fangs. A rumbling roar of pain issued from him; before anyone could do anything, Havoc had opened his eyes. They were the daggers, a brilliant light on his only hand. An X of light was forming. Tattoos of black and blue swirls were arching up his arm. The X became a black tattoo on his wrist. Havoc's eye flared wider, staring to glow in a golden light. Suddenly, Havoc's face changed back, the true owner fighting back. The tattoos vanished, but the X on his hand remained. Havoc looked around the room and ripped the wire off his arm. Quickly, he walked away, leaving the humans in a quiet stupor.